Page 53 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“How long ago was she mugged?”

I can hear a hesitance on the other end with a few stutters before Sam’s voice comes through the speaker. “Maybe twenty minutes? I’ve been trying to call you and her. You both seriously suck at answering!”

I pick up speed, shoving through a pair of swinging doors to the gasped surprise of nurses. “You could have called the hospital.”

“And I would still be on hold. Plus, try taking your phone off vibrate every once in a while, man.”

“I was in surgery.”

“Look, I don’t think anything serious happened. But I couldn’t tell, honestly. I’m just worried. She said she’d go but she’s not answering her phone now.”

Fuck. She could be passed out in some taxi somewhere with God knows what happening to her.

“Will you check on her? Let me know?”

“Keep your phone close,” I grunt and shove mine in my pocket. I weave my way to where Willow will most likely be. If she decides to take her brother’s advice.

I’m in the prime of my life, successful and I’ve worked long and hard to get to where I am in my medical field. And if my friends are to be believed, I should have a new bedmate every night of the week. But I don’t chase ass. That’s for younger men. Boys who need to learn how to enjoy a woman before they graduate to manhood.

They can keep the random piece of nightly pussy. I’m not into that. All I want is her. Wearing my ring and round with my baby. Nothing nor no one else interests me.

I discreetly adjust myself as I storm down the last stretch of the hospital corridor.

Fear wars with ire at anyone laying a hand on her. But I am more pissed she’d been only blocks from me and I couldn’t do a goddamn thing to protect her.

Years of fending off awkward teenage advances, I’d visited Sam at their parents' Florida home on her eighteenth birthday to find the awkward teenager had transformed into a graceful, strong-willed woman who was about to leave home to accept a dance scholarship with the most prestigious ballet school.

Gone were her fumbling attempts at kissing me and her stumbling efforts to flirt. At the time I never would have imagined I’d find myself longing for the good old days where she looked at me like a lovesick schoolgirl. But all traces of that girl had disappeared. In her place was a young woman who brought out a protective streak I’d never known I possessed. I found myself wanting to pummel more than one over-eager frat boy trying to steal the birthday girl away from me.

Her long auburn hair dancing on a summer breeze and her gentle curves and long, strong legs shown off in a skimpy, emerald green bikini were my weakness. And still are.

She had me feeling a whole lot of things I had no right feeling back then.

By the time I had to head back to New York a week later, I realized I didn’t want to leave without staking my claim. But despite her new maturity, I knew I needed to walk and give her a chance at building her own life. She didn’t need what I wanted with her at such a young age.

But she took the decision out of my hands. I stayed in the Pierce's guest house and I guess temptation proved to be too much for her, too.

One Year Earlier

“I just wanted you to know this is your last chance, hotshot.”

I stir awake to find Willow’s curvy body sitting on the edge of my bed. My teasing, redheaded obsession looks nervous in the low light, but I hear none of it in her strong, sweet voice.

The scent of her strawberry shampoo pulls me from a restless sleep, and I groan a throaty sound of appreciation.

“Do you hear me, Aron? I’m tired of all the flirty winks and playful pats on my ass.”

Fuck. It takes me a minute to realize it’s really her beside me and not just the remnants of my dreams. The way she speaks to me has my cock turning rock solid. The way her cheeks flush and that soft, pretty pink tongue pokes out to wet her lips makes pre-cum drip liberally from my swollen head. I can feel it wet my stomach. I reach over and flick on the bedside lamp, throwing us both in soft shadows.

The comforter is kicked off and I only have a sheet draped over my naked lower half. Florida in the dead of summer is hot as fuck and the air conditioning unit can only do so much. Plus, I’d fallen asleep stroking myself to the dream of finally sinking into Willow’s wet heat. Something tells me she’s never taken a man between those legs and the idea of being the first to part those honey-coated lips and stretching her wide with my cock has me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

And it seems shooting off two loads did nothing for my insatiable appetite. I’m hard again and tenting the sheet. By how wide her eyes are there’s no way she doesn’t notice.

So I reach down and fist my length and work it in slow strokes. Heaven help me, those flushed cheeks turn a burning red and she looks away as if seeing me hard and ready isn’t what she snuck into my room for in the first place.

“Aron.” My name is a whisper on her lips.

I reach out with my other hand and turn her face toward me. “Baby, you better say what you came for or leave. If your brother finds you in here...”

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