Page 4 of Creed

Rockhard69: She’s banging both of them, it’s obvious.

Poppy769240: TMC is so stupid. Have they ever considered they’re just friends? It’s perfectly legal for women to have men as friends these days. It’s not the 1950’s so grow up! That photo has been altered, it's so obvious.

Lonesome453: Damn she’s fucking gorgeous!

Tabby222: Good for her! Get em girl!

I shook my head and put my phone away when the flight attendant approached and asked for my drink order. I ordered a Bloody Mary, then got comfortable for my relatively short flight. Compared to most of my flights which were normally international, the trip from LA to Louisville was just under six hours. After that, I’d rent a car and drive across the river then east for an hour to my childhood home in Indiana.

It was right after I was handed my Bloody Mary when a strange feeling came over me. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous color of green I had ever seen. My eyes were of course hidden behind my sunglasses, but his were mesmerizing. They were a shiny turquoise color, and I had no idea eyes like that existed. He walked toward me with a large black duffle bag and two large tattooed men behind him. My eyes then trailed down a body that was ripped as hell and I noticed several tattoos on his huge arms. My eyes darted back up to his face and his eyes were about all I could see. He had too much facial hair and I wasn’t quick enough to take in the rest of him before he made his way behind me to a first class seat two rows back. Thatone moment jerked me out of my exhausted state and suddenly my heart was racing. Not because the men gave me an uneasy feeling, but I wasn’t sure what it was about that man’s eyes that woke up every single cell in my body. All three of those men were hot, in fact one looked familiar, but that first one caught my attention. I was never the bad boy kind of girl, but that first guy had hot sex written all over him. His masculine scent lingered from where he just walked by me, and I shut my eyes to let my sinister side take over. Maybe that was what I needed. A very hot night of sex with a tattooed bad boy with no regrets the next day. Holy shit that man was every bit of six foot four and his shirt barely contained the muscles of his arms. It wasn’t like he was showing them off, it was a conservative shirt, but there would be no way of hiding those muscles. My day was somehow made a little brighter just from those few seconds of soaking in the image of the most beautiful man’s body I had ever seen. His entire fashion choice was a contradiction to his look. He wore a pair of black slacks and a short sleeved button up that fit him perfectly. The conservative clothes did not match those tattoos or that beard. Maybe I suddenly liked contradictions. The other two men reminded me of soldiers. God knew I met plenty of them during my USO tours, but none were quite as gorgeous as the three men sitting a few rows behind me.

I didn’t sleep the entire flight. Instead, I allowed my dark side to take over and constantly thought about sex, or my lack of sex to be exact. It had been too long since I felt the touch of a man and it was really getting to me. Great, I was no longer returning home as just a worried best friend that was homesick, but also horny as hell. My mood just might darken by the end of the day.

When the flight landed, I was unboarded by security before the subject of my newest sexual fantasy, and I did notget to lay my eyes on him again. I was escorted by security to the car rental desk where my bags were being loaded for me. As the rental agent printed my receipt, I looked around me and saw normal people. They were dragging their own bags behind them and all looked exhausted while I was pampered and taken care of by airport security. Even though I earned everything I had, it still felt awkward to be so spoiled in front of others. They could very well have worked just as hard as me and deserved just as much respect. My travel was easy, and I never worried about lost reservations, lost luggage or canceled flights. For me a canceled flight just meant chartering a jet, but for them it could mean days of trying to get home on whatever flights they were reassigned.

“This way, Miss Rossi.” The security guard guided me to my rented jet black suburban that was loaded with every luxury imaginable. Normally I traveled with a body guard and had a driver, but not for this trip. Jason was given a vacation while I decided on my future and I knew how to drive myself just fine. There was always a fear of crazed fans, but I knew once I crossed that river I was safe. I’d be in the country where I was safe and could travel the quiet roads as I pleased. To say my team wasn’t pleased about it was an understatement. My manager and attorney both offered to come with me, but I just wanted to be home and leave Hollywood behind.

The closer I came to Cold Springs, the more my heart raced. My first order of business was bribing my brother, Patrick, into going over to Callie’s place with me. I didn’t trust Shane as far as I could throw him. I knew that bastard would be home, probably either drunk already or working on an old piece of shit car. He never worked, Callie kept them afloat by waitressing and bartending. I wouldn’t doubt it if Shane was involved with drugs. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised byanything Shane did anymore. What Shane and Callie didn’t know, was that I bought their trailer park under an LLC and made their rent as low as it was, because Callie always refused my money. Not that I wanted to do anything to benefit Shane, but it was for Callie and Addie’s benefit. I put every dime they ever paid in rent into a trust for Addie. Callie was aware of the trust, but she wasn’t aware that when I give it to her I could say the money came from her mom, not me. I just wished Callie would have allowed me to move her into a better home. Their trailer was nice I guess, if you were comparing it to other trailers, but the environment wasn’t good for Addie. It was Callie's stupid pride that kept me from helping more. God knows Shane would soak up every dime I ever offered. He had no pride in asking for money. I never gave it to him because I knew it wouldn’t benefit his wife and child. He thought I was a stingy rich bitch that liked to flaunt my wealth in front of his face. He was an entitled asshole and if he ever knew how many times I offered Callie money, he would probably kill her for turning me down.

The moment I pulled up to my parents home, my mother came running out to greet me. Her long blond hair and youthful face never failed to amaze me. She always had the most beautiful hair, and she was still so young. Too young for an almost thirty year old daughter.

“I missed you!” She was on the attack before I could even step out of the Suburban.

“I can’t breathe.” I tried to squirm away just to catch a breath.

“You’re smothering her, Jenny.” An amused deep voice made me look up to see my handsome father. At six foot three with jet black hair and my same blue eyes, Tanner Rossi was the most handsome dad on the planet. I was the spitting image of myfather and even favored him in height at 5’10”. I only inherited my fair skin and dimples from my mother. Mom let go of me and dad swallowed me up in his strong arms. “Welcome home, princess.” He kissed the top of my head.

“It feels so good to be home.” I shut my eyes and let the safe feeling of being in my dad’s arms soak me up. He pushed back to look me over.

“You’re as beautiful as always. I had Patrick come on over to help me with your bags. Let’s get you settled.” He walked to the back of the Suburban and I hit the button on my key ring to open it. Suddenly his head popped from the back and gave me a blank stare, then looked in the back again then to me once more. “I may need to call a few buddies.”

I gave him my best innocent look. “Sorry dad.”

Mom was amused. “Don’t worry about that, we cleared out the guest room for your things. Let’s go inside and get you something to eat. You’ve had a long trip.” Mom guided me inside as dad started pulling my things from the back of the car. I thought I heard a few curse words coming from that direction.

I saw a pair of blue eyes very similar to my own that belonged to my brother as soon as I walked in the door. “Hey look, it’s Mom and dad’s teen crisis.”

I looked at my mom. “Did you hear something?”

She shook her head as she walked away.

“Savannah, I’m home!” I yelled up the steps.

“Hey, over here you dipshit.” Patrick said and I ignored him. Savannah came running down the stairs and nearly knocked me down when she jumped down off the steps.

“Welcome home, sis!”

I laughed as we ignored Patrick.

“Hey, what am I, chopped liver over here?” Patrick tried to get our attention as we played on his middle child syndrome. Savannah caught on quick to my game. We always acted like he was invisible when he was being a shithead.

“Thank God Mom and dad only had girls. We are going to have so much fun!” Savannah squealed then we walked right by him and toward the kitchen.

“Hey, grab some bags out there and take them up.” I heard dad.

“Oh, so now I exist?” Patrick questioned.

“Sure, and I’ll tip you a hot twenty if you take them to the spare room before you leave. My daughter is home from Hollywood.” Dad played our game.

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