Heller's Revenge (19 page)

“Clarrie, that was spoken like a
true man. I appreciate that. Maybe we can sort this out after
all.”

“I hope so, Milt. It would be
nice to be in contact again. What do you think about
Synful
Synonymy
?”

“Brilliant! Remember how we used
to talk about it in the library, pretending to study? I especially
love the NPCs; they were a nice touch. It’s not always easy to hook
up with another character. I like the new one you made. What was
her name? The one with the big boobs.”

“Tilly.”

Milt looked over at me, his face
falling. “Oh. I thought she looked familiar.”

“She made me kill her too,”
Clarrie told him resentfully.

“But she was my favourite,”
whined Milt. He looked at me. “Her boobs aren’t that big
though.”

Clarrie shrugged. “Artistic
licence.”

“One more word about my boobs,
and I’ll blow both sets of balls away,” I threatened.

There was a knock on the
door.

“
Thank God!
” we all said
in unison. I opened the door and in trooped three
Heller’s
men. There was a simultaneous raising of six eyebrows as they took
in the scene.

“Are you all right, Miss?” one
asked me as I wiped more nose blood on my arm. I touched my nose
tenderly, sure that it would bruise later.

“Better than them,” I quipped,
inclining my head towards my two captives. I was about to ask the
men to untie them when I held up my finger and dashed into my
bedroom. I brought back my digital camera and took a number of
shots of Clarrie and Milt tied up, ignoring their protests. I even
asked one of the men to take a couple of shots of me between them
with my arms around their necks, giving the ‘V for victory’ sign
with both hands.

“Gentlemen, listen to me
carefully,” I said as I stood in front of the captives. “These
photos will never be released to the world at large on two
conditions. Clarrie, you have to stop being such a greedy bastard
and publicly acknowledge Milt’s contribution to the success of
Synonymy
and share in the profits with him. He must be
publicly known as the co-creator. Just think about the exciting
developments you can come up with in collaboration with him in the
future. You’re both so passionate about the game.”

Clarrie nodded agreement. I
turned to Milt.

“And Milt, you must forgive
Clarrie, and for God’s sake, grow a pair will you? Why didn’t you
just sue his arse off instead of creeping around for years writing
stupid threatening notes like some weirdo?” He flushed with
shame.

I continued, eyes flicking
between the two of them. “However, if I ever find out that either
of you have reneged on this deal or you are not living in anything
except complete harmony with each other, these photos will be all
over the internet and the media. Do we have a deal?”

They both nodded reluctantly and
I allowed the
Heller’s
men to untie them. We let Milt dry
off and put his clothes back on and I asked two of the men to
escort him from the hotel to his house. He couldn’t get away from
me fast enough.

The other
Heller’s
man
agreed to stay for the rest of the night, so that Clarrie and I
could get some sleep before we headed off to the airport. I took a
long shower and slept for about five hours, waking up groggy with a
sore, bruised nose. I dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt and
ambled to the living room, where Clarrie, nursing his own injuries,
was showing the
Heller’s
man
Synonymy
on his laptop.
The man seemed impressed, especially with the adult section and I
knew that Clarrie was going to be earning even more money from a
new subscription.

I ordered some food for us all
and after we ate I sent the
Heller’s
man home. He’d already
worked a long shift before he came over to help me. He offered to
send a replacement, but I thought we’d be okay. It was only a few
hours to go until we left for the airport. But I made him take the
gun with him.

There was a soft knock on the
door and surprised, I answered, carefully checking in the peephole
first. It was Kitty. I invited her in, where she immediately fussed
over Clarrie and his injuries. I didn’t see either of them again
until it was time to knock on the bedroom door and tell Clarrie
that he’d better pack because the taxi would be at the hotel in an
hour. I quickly shoved all of my belongings in my suitcase,
including my beautiful new dress, although I wasn’t sure I’d be
brave enough to ever wear it again. Kitty helped Clarrie pack and
the three of us trooped down to the foyer. Clarrie, who was wearing
a Dukes of Hazzard t-shirt, settled the bill, which included the
cost of my dress and accessories as well as Kitty’s services. It
was a phenomenal amount, but Clarrie didn’t even blink as he signed
the credit card chit.

I invited Kitty to accompany us
to the airport and had to hold my dinner down as the lovebirds
cuddled and kissed all the way there and during the waiting time
until Clarrie’s flight was called. Kitty was in a flood of tears
and they shared a very affectionate farewell, Clarrie on the verge
of tears as well. My farewell with him was much less affectionate
to say the least, although he did shake my hand and frostily thank
me for my services. My boobs received a more demonstrative goodbye
than I did, his eyes lingering on them while he spoke to me, even
with Kitty there watching.

I was beyond joyful when he
boarded the plane and ushered a still weeping Kitty into a cab. I
dropped Kitty at her house, gave her a friendly hug in farewell,
and I headed home. I had never been so happy in my life.

Chapter 13

I paid off the cab driver when
he dropped me the block away from the Warehouse that Heller
insisted on, not liking to bring any attention to his residence. I
lugged my bag upstairs, quietly letting myself into my own lovely
little flat. It was quite late, well past one in the morning, so I
didn’t expect to see anyone before daybreak. But I should have
known better.

I had barely closed my front
door when there was a soft knock. I opened the door and Heller was
standing there, leaning on my doorway, gorgeous as always. He
stared at me and I stared at him. He came in, closed the door and
stood in front of me, his hand cupping my chin, tilting my head
back. He gently felt my nose, brushed his fingers across my cheek
and gave me a half-smile.

“Hard night?”

“Elbow in the nose,” I shrugged.
“The usual.”

“The other guy?”

“I punched his nuts, bit his
throat and split his lip.”

“I’ve been told the two men made
up.”

“United by their mutual hatred
of me.”

He pulled me closer and put his
arms around me. I slid my arms around him and rested my head
against his neck, sighing with happiness. I gave him a ten second
rundown on everything that had happened, including my awful
seduction of Milt.

“I’m not very good at this,
Heller. Clarrie absolutely loathes me now. He’ll never recommend us
to anyone.”

“He will, once he realises that
you saved him from his stalker.” His hands snaked into my hair,
running his fingers through it. It was lovely. He hugged me
tighter. “I missed you so much, my sweet.”

“I missed you too.”

“Are you still angry with
me?”

“No.”

“Good. I want to stay here with
you tonight.”

“I’d like that.”

He went upstairs to grab his
things while I changed into my pyjamas and brushed my teeth. I was
dead tired and looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again. I
had just pulled down the covers and climbed in when Heller
returned. He slipped into the black boxers he wore to bed when he’s
with me, brushed his teeth, sweetly leaving his toothbrush standing
in the holder next to mine and climbed in beside me.

He lay on his back and I cuddled
up to him, my head on his chest, one arm thrown over his taut
stomach, safe and happy in his arms. I fell asleep quickly
listening to his steady heartbeat. I slept soundly for a couple of
hours, then roused and turned onto my side. Heller did too,
cuddling up behind me, his arms around me, drawing me even closer.
He nibbled on my neck. I giggled with ticklishness and shrugged him
off. He tiptoed his fingers up my stomach towards my breasts. I
swatted his hand. Then he changed direction and tiptoed them down
towards my boxers. I swatted him harder.

“Don’t be naughty,” I
warned.

He twisted my head towards him
and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I let him kiss me again, his
tongue teasing me. I mustered all my will power and turned around
again, determined to go back to sleep. He settled down again too,
taking the hint with good grace. Problem was, I couldn’t get
comfortable and squirmed around for a while.

There was an obstacle between
us.

“Heller?”

“Mmm?”

“I don’t really know how to say
this politely, but . . . um . . . your hard-on is poking me in the
back and I can’t sleep.”

He laughed softly. “I think it’s
bothering me more than you, my sweet.”

“It’s uncomfortable.”

He laughed again. “I agree. I’m
finding it very uncomfortable.”

“Can’t you make it go away?”

“I’d need your help to do
that.”

“Stop it! Do something with
it.”

“I have a few things in
mind.”

“Heller!”

“What can I say, Matilda? I
missed you.”

“It’s not going to go away by
itself, is it?”

“It doesn’t usually.”

With an enormous sigh, I leant
over to rummage in my bedside drawer. I pulled out my lubricant and
squeezed a generous blob on my hand. Then I rolled over to face him
and pressed my lips onto his while I slid my hand down into his
boxers.

He gave a muffled gasp, his
mouth covered by mine, as I moved my hand up and down his hard
shaft, squeezing and rubbing, teasing between slow, measured
petting and tight, frantic strokes. I really enjoyed the slow, deep
kisses we shared, having a profound need to be close to him after
my weeks away. And I’m pretty sure he enjoyed the handjob. After
ages, just when I thought my arm would seize up on me, he climaxed
messily with a loud groan of pleasure, breathing heavily, his eyes
shut. I kissed him a final time and pulled my hand out, sticky with
his semen.

I padded out to the bathroom to
wash up. When I returned he was still lying there, eyes shut, a
contented smile on his lips. I nudged him, and reluctantly he rose
and went off to clean up as well. I was half-asleep when he climbed
back into bed.

“What are you wearing?” I asked
drowsily, knowing that his boxers were now unwearable.

“Nothing.”

I wished I hadn’t asked. We
faced each other, the moonlight highlighting his strikingly blue
eyes and white teeth. He reached out to stroke my hair.

“You have a wonderful technique,
my sweet. Very . . . stimulating.”

“I know this will come as a
shock to you,” I returned lightly, glad he couldn’t see me blush in
the dark. “But you’re not the first man I’ve done that to. I’ve had
some practice.”

“Now you’ve made me sad,
Matilda,” he teased. I smiled and we contemplated each other in the
half-dark. “Would you like me to return the favour? I’ve been told
many times that I’m very good with my fingers.”
Oh, dear
Lord!
“And even better with my tongue.”

The thought of his long, elegant
fingers touching, caressing, rubbing, probing me, made my heart
gallop. And even the thought of his tongue anywhere on my body, let
alone
there
, sent my pulse through the stratosphere. He ran
his fingers lightly over my breasts, shooting thrilling jolts of
pleasure through me, before trailing them down my stomach, heading
for my boxers again.

It took every atom of will power
I possessed to slap down on his hand just as it reached the
waistband of my boxers. “No, thank you. I’m saving myself for
Will.”

Silence.

“Did you hear that?” he
asked.

“No. What?”

“My heart breaking.”

“Oh, Heller,” I laughed, “don’t
be such a drama queen. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Didn’t it?” He kissed me
gently.

“No,” I lied. “Go to sleep.”

“Night, my sweet.” And he
snuggled up behind me again and I tried to forget the fact that he
was naked. Well, that was an impossible task, so I concentrated
instead on how nice it felt to be clasped in his arms, his breath
on my neck, his solid bulk pressed up against my back.

“Heller, do you cuddle all the
other women when you’re . . . you know . . . out?” I asked him
sleepily.

“No, Matilda,” he replied,
surprised. “Why would I want to
cuddle
them? I only want to
have sex with them. And when I’m satisfied, I leave.”

“Why do you cuddle me then?”

He laughed softly. “Because I
want
to cuddle you. I like being close to you. You’re very
cuddly.” A brief pause while he tightened his arms around me and
kissed my neck. “
And
I want to have sex with you.”

I felt a corresponding stirring
in his lower regions against my back.
Okay!
I didn’t answer,
pretending I’d fallen asleep and then he actually did and
eventually so did I, trying not to think about what all of that
meant.

When I woke up in the morning,
Heller was gone. I went to the gym and revelled in using the
familiar equipment again. Then I enjoyed having a shower in my
bathroom, cooking breakfast in my kitchen, and . . . well, you get
the picture. I was really glad to be home again.

An exuberant knock on my door
broke the peace and I flew to open it. Daniel and Niq stood at the
threshold, excitement stamped all over their faces. We had a
three-way hug that lasted forever. I almost cried I was so happy to
see them. It was so nice to be with people who loved me again.