Page 38 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

The next morning, I left Piper sleeping in my bed while I met with the security team in my kitchen. Last night had been a disaster in more ways than one. I’d made an exception to my ‘this is the last time’ rule by making her come again by fingering her. I told myself I’d done it so she could relax enough to fall back asleep.

But I couldn’t hide the fact that it was no chore bringing her to orgasm. Piper made me feel like no one else. Prancing around in her white bikini made me want to fuck her and protect her against the world. Hearing some stalker had been scaring her for months and was responsible for her breaking her arm made me ready to kill him with my bare hands.

To hell with my sensitive, artistic nature. If anyone threatened what was mine, then I was going to do whatever was necessary to stop that. In the meantime, I’d hire security for the house and Piper when she went out. But she was only leaving here when that was absolutely necessary. No sense in giving this asshole any easy swipes at her. I could have my house locked down like Fort Knox.

Her safety was foremost in my mind. And while she was living in my house, keeping away from her was going to be very difficult.

The more I tried not to think about claiming her, the more it seeped into every corner of my mind. Her smile. Her scent. Her laugh. It was delicious torture.

West was at the house early this morning too. He was driving me to meet with my manager, and I’d called him in early. Already, a private detective was looking for Will. In the meantime, we’d have a security detail at the house twenty-four seven. And Piper was not to leave here without me or security. I didn’t like leaving her here, even though the security guys were former marines. Despite their professional demeanors, I knew what they were thinking about Piper because I had the same thoughts.

Piper was still asleep when West and I left for my meetings. The business aspect of my career was just as demanding as the music side. My agent, Marty, wanted to see me in his downtown office. I had so many offers coming in for endorsements or sponsorship, it was difficult to keep on top of all the requests. It would take a few hours at least to go over things with him.

Besides, maybe a few hours away from Piper would help me clear my head. The security guys would protect her with their life. And I had every alarm on in the house and around the perimeter. Plus Hercules was with her, and I’d had my other assistant cancel the rest of the house staff for the immediate future.

It was difficult to keep my head in the game when thoughts of Piper popped in my brain at any given moment. Right now, the damn thing was filled with thoughts of her writhing against my hand last night when she orgasmed. It was a fucking thing of beauty watching her come apart like that.

West got us through the LA morning traffic and shortly before nine a.m. Marty’s office in downtown LA was in an expensive office building made of glass and steel. The building's artwork was the envy of many museums. A smartly dressed assistant brought me a cup of coffee. She was brunette, and pretty enough I supposed, but she was dull as a dime compared to Piper. I found myself sitting in Marty’s office wishing I was back at the house.

“Earth to Tyler are you listening?” Marty, with his rumpled shirt and his crooked tie, paused mid-ramble. His amiable appearance was calculated as I’d learned the first time we’d sat down together on the same side of the negotiating table. Then his slightly befuddled appearance morphed into a barracuda. He was an excellent guy to have on my team. “What’s going on?”

“Just some family problems.” My fingers squeezed the fancy leather chair arms.

“Since when do you have a family? And don’t tell me you’re sitting here mooning over the dog.”

“I’m not mooning,” I said hotly. I set the fancy coffee down so hard it splashed out of the cup and onto the table. “I have family problems just like everyone else.”

Marty studied me over the tops of his bifocals. He pressed a button unseen, and an assistant appeared to clean up my mess. “Is there a quickie wedding I need to know about?” My manager was also my lawyer which meant he existed in permanent terror about California’s fifty-fifty property split. He preached about prenups the way my dentist droned on about flossing. Both were equally dull topics.

“Nothing like that. A childhood friend asked if his sister could stay with me. She has some—problems. Not sure what. Not my business.”

“We can get her in any treatment program she needs. Just give me the word.”

I’m pretty sure I’m the one who needs a treatment program for the way I’m feeling about Piper.

Marty had been in LA for his entire life, and it showed. Everything in life could be solved by money and connections. But not this one.

“It’s not that kind of problem. She’s got a stalker, I hired personal security.”

I could practically see his brain turning over all this information. He was trying to be patient which was not Marty’s go-to emotion.

“I see why you are concerned, but you have an excellent plan. I’m sure they will take care of everything. Now let’s get back to these contract proposals. Security isn’t cheap, and if it’s not related to The Kings, it’s not even tax deductible.” Marty’s speech sped up so that by the time he finished, he was running out of breath.

The rest of the meeting was spent going over agonizingly slow and boring details, but I appreciated his thoroughness. The problem was I had no interest in being at this office doing this right now.

I agreed to everything he suggested as quickly as possible. Even so, it was mid-afternoon when I returned to my house. Thankfully everything was fine. I felt stupid for worrying when I was gone, but I was also relieved that the security detail was here. Still, that fucker Will was out there. I checked in with the detective, but he had no news yet.

It was a mixed blessing that Will hadn’t contacted Piper again. It was just a matter of time before this detective found him. I wanted to find Will myself then rip his heart out and eat it before his eyes. But it was difficult for me to move around in public besides being briefly in an airport.

There was plenty of food in the refrigerator, so Piper offered to make dinner. She said she was happy to have the distraction. I drank a beer while she made herself at home, asking about my day. She was curious about LA, and I could see her wistful expressions when I told her about what was happening around town.

I liked having her in my kitchen way more than I should. I was used to my house being a place of refuge from everyone who wanted things from me. I wasn’t prepared to enjoy anyone’s company here besides Hercules.

But while she bustled around making the pasta, images of taking her against the counter or spreading her out on the table, distracted me. I gulped more of my beer trying to chase the dirty thoughts away. The more I tried not to think of them, the more persistent they became.

After dinner, we watched a cheesy horror movie where teenagers went into dark places when they shouldn’t have. I was desperate for anything to distract me from my desire for Piper. I hoped the horror movie would fight off my feelings, but Piper kept inching closer to me with every scary scene. When she jumped her breasts jiggled under her tee shirt. She was wearing yoga pants that showed off her every curve. I had to tuck my hands under my armpits to keep from reaching for her.

Hercules joined us for the movie, laying at Piper’s feet. He enjoyed the frequent pieces of popcorn she shared with him. I was glad he had adopted Piper, he was another level of defense for her here.

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