Attraction (18 page)

“So you have told me before. How did she do that?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Riley said hotly.
She jumped when Heron took her wrist and slowly pulled her closer to him. With his
other hand, he signaled to the bartender again. When Riley tried to wrench her wrist free,
Heron’s grip tightened. It was an unmistakable warning to her that his vengeful mood was very
real. She tried to loosen his iron grip again but was only pulled closer to him.
It was a shock to Riley to be so physically close to Heron, and, once again, she was
acutely aware of how much bigger and taller he was, and that her own delicate size and height
made her completely vulnerable to him. And she could smell him, the hint of aftershave and the
warmer, darker muskiness of his male scent. She could feel the heat of his body and she could
feel it wrapping all around her, enveloped her. And a fear, one that was purely feminine, wholly
instinctual, began to grow inside her.
And suddenly she was aware of her very provocative attire. Earlier, when she had been
deciding on it in her small private room that she kept upstairs, Riley had thought nothing of
letting her body be exposed to blatantly. She knew that so many of the other women that night
would be dressed similarly or much more revealing. Now, being drawn into Heron’s vengeful
intent, she could only think of the exposure of her bare buttocks and her breasts plumped up from
the corset with her nipples barely concealed, all ripe and available for Heron’s eyes.
Suddenly, she found it difficult to breath, and began to pant in quick and shallow breaths,
making her large breasts heave in their tight confinement.
Heron idly watched them for a moment beneath lazy lids. Riley felt his eyes and felt her
nipples hardened. Without any volition on her part, she thrust her breasts upward to him, a
hungry, involuntary offering to her tormentor of her globes. She was aghast at her behavior, and
saw his dark eyes narrow, suddenly quite alert, just as aware of her body as she was. With her
wrist still in hand, Riley bent her head to hide her shame.
He said to Jack in a conversational manner, “It wasn’t nice what she did to me. She told
me that she didn’t think I was good enough to marry her sister. Now, was that a nice thing to say
to the man who her sister had chosen for a future husband?”
Jack smiled. “Can’t say it is.”
Riley licked her lips nervously, and tried to reason with Heron in order to appease his
growing displeasure. “I didn’t mean it like that. I swear. I didn’t know what I was talking about
that day. But you told Robbie, and things might not have turned out the way they did if you I had
not told her…”
Heron clicked his tongue. “Do you see that, my friend? How typical of her to put the
blame on me, when I was the one who was jilted.” He pulled her even closer.
Riley shook her, her eyes wild. “No, no, no. That wasn’t what I meant…”
He gave a smile that did not reach his eyes despite the heat in them. “Now that wouldn’t
have been too good, would it have, for me to start keeping secrets from my future wife. In my
defense, I was only being a good fiancée.” His eyes narrowed down at her. “Do you know how
angry I was that morning when I found her note? Do you realize how angry I still am, that it was
you who broke up my engagement?”
Riley looked up at him with beseeching eyes. “I’m sorry, Heron. I didn’t mean to ruin
things for you and my sister.”
“I had such plans for the future,” Heron said. “Do you realize, Ms. Calderon, all the
plans that I had made for my future with your sister that you had ruined because of your unruly
tongue?”
She dumbly looked at him as she shook her head.
“I thought that after Roberta and I had been married a year, that we would plan to have
our first child. A boy, perhaps. Then a year and a half after the first child, then we would plan for
a second one. I wanted a boy and a girl. And I had planned to buy a home up here in the
Northern Bay Area, probably a beach house at Bodega Bay, so that my family and I could get
away from the city on weekends, and the children that I would have had with Roberta would be
able to play on the beach, wading in the waves. And I would have invited my family and
Roberta’s family to beach house for a family gathering. And I wanted to send my children to the
best private school in the city, where my brother and sister and I went to so that they’d be well
prepared for college. But all that is now gone. All my plans, ruined, and all because of you,
Riley.”
Riley tried to wrench her wrist free again, and Heron tightened his hand even more, his
fingers beginning to hurt and leave bruises on her skin. Without thinking, she swung her free
hand towards his face. In a lightening reaction, Heron caught the other wrist and pulled both of
them behind her back and entrapped with one large hand. With his other hand, he picked up his
scotch and resumed sipping it.
Riley tossed her head back and gave him defiant look. Gone was any pretense of apology
and conciliation. “But I was right, though, wasn’t I? And Robbie eventually knew I was right, or
she wouldn’t have run away from you and married Tanner.”
Heron said, “Jack, it sounds as if Ms. Calderon, here, is still lacking in proper remorse for
the havoc she has wrecked in my life.”
Jack nodded, his eyes waiting, as he watched his friend and Riley get more and more
caught up in the sexual web that Heron was weaving around them. “What are you going to do,
though, my friend?”
Riley set up another struggle for her freedom. As she tried to wriggle her wrists from his
hand, Heron used his hold on them to pull her slowly closer to him, pulling her until she stood
between his long longs.
“Let me go,” she demanded. “How dare you do this to me.”
Heron leaned closer to her until his face was within inches of her. “Oh, I dare much more
than that, lady. And you’ll find out just how much liberties I plan to take with you.”
Riley froze at his threat and shuddered. Then she became aware that her breasts were
almost in contact with his body and were inside his leather jacket, between the open panels. She
increased her struggles and wriggled her body, twisting it between his legs, so that Heron was
forced to tightened his hand and pull her against him. When her breasts were pressed against his
hard chest beneath his silk tee-shirt, Riley continued to writhe against him, her upper torso
twisting up against him even more so that her breasts that were barely contained in the bustier
rubbed against his. To an onlooker, it looked as if she were with deliberate wantonness offering
her body to him.
Heron turned his head to look down at her with dark, fathomless eyes. Her face was
flushed, her lips parted, her eyes heavy and unwillingly inviting. When Riley’s pale grayish
hazel eyes met his, she saw that he knew exactly what she was doing, and that her pretense for
escape was just cover up. He knew that deep inside her she held a dirty little secret of wanting to
know what it would feel like if she bared her breasts so that could rub them against his bare
chest. Her small face flushed at her unruly desire and imagination, and she turned her head aside
with shame and embarrassment.
The bartender set in front of Heron another fresh glass of double scotch. He picked up the
glass and held it to Riley’s lips, his one hand still imprisoning her wrists at her back. She stood in
mutinous silence, her lips closed, her eyes challenging his. Using his strong hands on her wrists,
he pushed her closer to him in an unspoken command, and touched the glass to her lips. Whether
or not it was because she felt she had little choice, Riley parted her lips and tipped her head back
in obedience. Heron tilted the glass so that the amber liquid poured into her mouth. She
swallowed, and he tilted the glass again, and she gulped down the liquor, downing half of its
content. The scotched coursed warmly through her body, making her shudder. As he held her
against him, Heron drank from the glass, then held it against Riley’s lips again. Obediently, she
tilted her head back again so that he could empty the fiery liquor into her mouth. Despite herself,
she closed her eyes to savor it poured heat down her throat and stomach, her tongue licking her
lips to catch the last of the drops.
When Riley opened her eyes again, she saw Heron watching her with eyes that were cool
but quite predatory, following very closely every movement of face. And then his eyes lowered,
and the lids grew heavy as they lingered on her breasts.
Her wanted her. She saw that now, clearly, the way the skin went taught over his face, the
way his eyes went hard and lambent with arousal. And there would be nothing to hold him back,
she realized, if he ever chose to unleash his desire on her. The hard look in his eyes told her that,
that if he took her to bed, it would be no holds barred, now that he was no longer tied to her
sister. They might still be in laws, since her sister was married to his brother, and that connection
did hold some obligation for Riley and Heron for familial consideration. But, to Heron, that was
a negligible obligation, and could be tossed easily aside without regret or remorse. For him, she
was open season.
And there was nothing she would do to stop him, Riley realized. She saw his eyes narrow
on her breasts with sexual intent, she couldn’t help it when she thrust her globes out further,
offering them willingly, like a sacrificial female, to his hungry eyes. With a small, bemused
smile on his sensuous lips, Heron reached around her with his hand to fondle her bare buttocks.
She shuddered a little when she felt the heat from his hand.
Inside, she couldn’t believe that she was letting a man do this to her, rubbing her bottom
openly, in front of so many people, in front of her employees. She had never before let any man
touch her in the bar, or kiss her. She had always maintained a professional distance from
everyone in her establishment.
And, now, she was standing in front of Heron Wait, a man she barely liked, and letting
him out in the open not only rub her bottom, but letting him caress her globe and squeeze it,
testing its resilience and texture. And she wasn’t putting up a fight, wasn’t protesting at the
indignity of what he was doing to her, but stood there docilely, as if Heron had every right to
manhandle her in public.
“Well, my friend, it seems this home wrecker is beginning to prove she could be
obedient, if she is nothing else,” Heron said to Jack.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Jack asked.
Heron placed both hands on Riley’s buttocks so that each hand gripped a rounded globe.
Using his grip on her two cheeks, he pulled her until she was pressed against him. He held her
like that for a long moment, taking his time while he squeezed and fondled her. Then his caresses
became rougher, his hands rotating the cheeks, lifting them and then parting them. Riley felt
ashamed that she let herself endure such a public display of lewd petting, but she couldn’t
prevent herself from squirming in the tawdry embrace or from wriggling her buttocks in his
hands every time they lifted her cheeks, then gave them a hard squeeze, then parted them. Had
she not been wearing a g-string, she knew that everyone would have been able to see the closed
rosebud hole of her anus every time those large male hands parted her buttocks.
Riley knew that she was letting Heron make her appear cheap and easy in front of his
friend and anyone else who cared to watch, including her employees. And, what was shocking to
her, was that she was loving it, and she never felt sexier or so wanton as she was feeling now,
because she was discovering that she was capable of allowing a man to treat her this way.
Suddenly, Heron thrust one hand through Riley’s hair and gripped her thick curls in his
fist to pull her head back, forcing her eyes to meet his. He saw the desire written all over her
small, pixy face, the flushed color, her full lips parted, her lids lowered because they were too
heavy to keep open over the pale gray hazel eyes that were glazed over with passion, her breath
coming in small, shallow breaths.
“You see, Jack, there are certain ways to treat a little girl who’s been very naughty,”
Heron said, his eyes narrowed into gleaming slits on Riley’s face. Although he was saying the
words to his friend, all of his attention was on the small woman he held in his hands. “One way
is to give her a good spanking. –How would you like that, Riley? How would you like to be put
over my knees with your bare bottom that you dare to show to everyone up in the air while I
spank these luscious cheeks of yours red?” He gave her buttock a hard squeeze, eliciting a small
whimper and a wriggle. “Not tonight, though. Perhaps when there is not so little privacy all
around us. If I ever get that chance, baby, I’d make sure to give you a whelping so that you
wouldn’t be able to sit down for weeks, and after I spanked you, I’d fuck you hard from behind,
while your red ass cheeks burned.”
Riley shuddered wildly at the image of her being splayed over Heron’s lap being spanked
by him and then being taken by him, while his hands rubbed over her burning cheeks as he
plunged into her over and over again. Then she was caught all over again by the imagining of
having Heron filling her pussy. If he had a penis size that was quite larger than normal, he would
insist that she take all of him, because that’s the way he would want it. He’d want to feel every
inch of her inside her warm, moist snatch. And with his large hands, he’d keep a hard grip on her
thighs so that he could part them wider so that he could gain every inch. He’d be no gentleman
with her, and would not take into consideration her much, much smaller body, or the delicacy of
her bone frame against his much heavier and substantially muscled body.
Riley could almost feel him, feel Heron deep inside her, and she knew how delicious it
would feel to have him fill her. At the image, she tipped her head back, her eyes closed, savoring
the feel of him, her thighs clenching tightly around her loins in an instinctually protective but
with a feeling of luscious erotic need.
Above her, Heron saw her face go lax with sensual abandon, and he knew what she was
imagining. He tightened his grip on Riley’s hair and pulled her head back even more, making her
gasp in pain. His face was darkly flushed, the features hard with sexual need, giving him a very
dangerous look. “Not tonight, though, Riley. Maybe some other time. Tonight, I’ll only have a
sample of you.”