Page 42 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“Good morning, Tyler.” I greeted him coolly in the kitchen. He was sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. His ratty tee shirt and shorts were a dead giveaway he’d just worked out. My heart rate picked up just like it always did when he was around. But I was determined to set my own path and not get drawn into his masculine good looks.

Tyler glanced up when I entered the kitchen. His coffee cup was stopped halfway to his mouth. His eyes widened slightly looking at me.

I turned my back, opening the cupboard. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I reached up for a cup.

See how you like it, Mister. Not fun wanting something you can’t have right?

“I need to see a doctor today,” I said, helping myself to the coffee.

Immediately Tyler stood up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. My doctor has a colleague out here who will remove the cast for me. All I have to do is get to the office. Can I get a ride into the city?”

I turned around and contemplated him over my coffee mug.

His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t happy about me leaving the house, but I was sick of sitting around. I understood the dangers still lurking. I wasn't an idiot, but I needed to keep my life moving forward. That was not happening waiting around here while Tyler wrestled with his conscience.

“I have meetings all day. But the security team will take you and bring you right back.”

I didn’t share I’d pulled up several available apartments on my phone earlier. I’d selected ones with significant security, I wasn’t going to give Will any opportunity. I was pretty sure I could get the security guy to do a little scouting with me.

“Thanks, Tyler. Have a good one.” I kept my voice cool. I could feel his eyes tracking me around the kitchen.

I slipped Hercules a doggie treat, pausing to stroke his velvety ears.

Suddenly Tyler was behind me, trapping me against the kitchen counter. I could feel the heat of his body enveloping me. His scent, even post workout, made me dizzy with need. He didn’t touch me, but he was as close as possible without making contact.

“What kind of panties are you wearing?” His heated growl sent shivers down my spine.

I turned around, letting my breasts press against him. His eyes dipped down to my cleavage. Intensity radiated through him. My knees felt weak. It was only ever going to be this man for me forever.

I bit my bottom lip.

His thumb came up to stroke it and I couldn't stop myself. I widened my mouth to capture his thumb, sucking it like I would his cock the previous night.

A groan escaped his lips. His cock grew stiff in his shorts, pressing against my belly, teasing me with what he refused to share.

I released his thumb from my mouth with a juicy pop and I leaned back away from him, breaking the contact between us. I gave my head a slight shake, my curls danced.

“You don’t have the right to know if I’m even wearing any.”

Leaving him standing in the kitchen with a massive erection pained me, but karma is a massive bitch. Things could be so beautiful between us, but Tyler needed to realize that on his own. I was tired of chasing him.

The morning was blissfully uneventful. The sun was out and a warm breeze scented the air. The security guard was a bulldog of a man aptly nicknamed Rocco who expertly maneuvered us through LA traffic. The doctor who removed my cast was a nice young woman who had trained with my doctor in Vermont. My arm had healed nicely. It was a wonderful relief to be able to scratch my elbow if I wanted. Before leaving the doctor’s office, I located the ladies’ room for the floor. The LA traffic and my tiny bladder were not playing nice. Rocco moved to inspect the restroom.

“Rocco, I’ll be fine. It’s a ladies’ room. If I get in trouble, I’ll call you. I’ll meet you back out in the lobby, okay?” I pushed the restroom door open and nearly collided with a male janitor. “Sorry! Is this open?”

He nodded, keeping his head down as he gathered his mop and bucket.

I went about my business, hearing the bathroom door open again. That better not be Rocco listening to me pee.

Minutes later I emerged from the stall, ready to plot how I was going to maneuver Rocco into apartment hunting with me. At the sink, I decided food was the route for a man built like a Sumo wrestler. And Italian food was a safe bet.

Life was finally on the upswing for me. With my cast off, I felt hopeful. I’d get my own place out here, and hopefully Tyler would come around to acting on his feelings for me.

A shadow moved behind me as I washed my hands. The hair on the back of my neck rose. The shadow had a familiar shape.

My eyes widened in the bathroom mirror, shocked to see a familiar set of eyes looking back at me.

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