Attraction (33 page)

Tanner stepped closer to Heron as he gathered his papers into his briefcase.
“Uh…Heron?”
“Yes?”
“I think I better tell you…”
“Heron, if you have a moment, I’d like to speak to you privately,” Roy said gruffly.
Heron looked at his father, then at his brother, who gave a shrug, gathered his briefcase
and left the conference room. Heron looked at his watch.
“Actually, father, I’m late for a lunch meeting with Judge Winnaker.”
“Then Winnaker will have to wait a few minutes, won’t he?”
Heron carefully shut his briefcase. “Alright. What is it then?”
Roy slapped down on the table in front of Heron a folded newspaper. Heron recognized
the photograph of himself kissing Riley’s bare shoulder, his hand caressing her naked back. The
picture revealed in detail the sexual passion between them, the touch of his long male fingers on
her spine, his closed eyes as he pressed his mouth against her skin, Riley’s parted lips as if to
gasp with pleasure, and the droop of her eyes laden with passion.
“Since when did my personal life become a discussion for business,” Heron said coldly.
“That won’t work, son. Not this time. Your mother and I have been perfectly content to
leave your personal affairs completely to you. Until now, when the woman in that picture is your
sister-in-law’s sister. We have been hearing that you were seeing a new woman of late, someone
quite unknown in the city, and that you were quite smitten with her. But we had no idea that it
was Riley Calderon.”
“I’m not smitten,” Heron denied coldly.
Roy pointed at the newspaper. “The man in that picture hardly wants to play tiddlywinks
with the woman.”
“What’s the difference that it’s her?”
“You almost married her sister, and your brother did marry her sister. That makes Riley
Calderon practically family. That means your mother and I expect you to treat her differently
than you would your other mistresses.”
“My affair with Riley has nothing to do with the family.”
Roy stared at his son with a stern, patriarchal look. “I can’t believe you’re being
unbelievably obtuse about this, Heron, when, normally, you’re such a bright boy about
everything else. Your mother and I have a high regard for Lawrence and Caroline. It puts us in
quite a damnably uncomfortable position when you parade their daughter around town as if she
were your latest light skirt, especially when you had been engaged to their other daughter only
recently.”
“Who ran away and eloped with my brother, leaving me high and dry and looking like
the last fool in town,” Heron said with a touch of resentment.
“Exactly. That emphasizes my point even more so. What happens when this so-called
affair ends between you and Riley? You will still have to see each other during family gathering
and at holidays.”
“Riley and I have an understanding. I don’t believe things will get messy when it ends
between us.”
Roy scoffed. “Affairs always end messily. Anyway, your mother and I expect you to
bring Riley over tomorrow evening for dinner. Dinner is at seven, cocktails at six. We expect
you both to be there no later than six.”
“Father, what would be the purpose of my bringing Riley over, when both of us don’t
expect this to go on much further?”
“If you’re having an affair with your brother’s sister-in-law, then your mother and I
expect you to treat her with utmost respect and consideration as you would treat your own family
members. That means we expect you to present her to the family as you would present any
respectable woman. Six o’clock sharp. That’s on your mother’s orders.”
Without giving Heron a chance to say anything more, Roy turned and walked out of the
conference room.
An hour later, Heron called Riley and relayed his parents’ orders. She was just as
unenthusiastic as he.
“Well, surely you can get us out of it,” she said.
“I tried.”
“All you have to say is no. What’s so hard about that?”
“These are my parents. They’re not clients whose appointment I can push off on the
calendar for another day. You best better get to my place around five thirty.”
‘Well, I’m not going.”
“Right. Then you can call up my mother and let her know that.” Heron hung up the phone
before Riley could reply.
Before she drove up to San Francisco the next day, she changed outfits at least ten times,
trying to decide if she should go for the wholesome girl-next-door look, a carefree gipsy, a
dangerous sexpot, or an up and coming sophisticate who was ready to take society by storm. Five
minutes before her deadline to drive to the city, she finally on a desperation settled for fitted pink
angora sweater, pencil-thin navy pin-striped wool gabardine tailored skirt that reached an inch
above her knees, sedate hosiery, and blue suede pumps. She thought the outfit conservative and
yet tasteful, stylish, and sophisticated, something that wouldn’t make her feel constricted but
gave her some confidence.
She tried to tell herself numerous times there was no need for her to be so nervous. She
had met Heron’s parents before and she had liked them immensely and had felt comfortable and
at ease in their company. Tonight was no different, she repeatedly told herself. It wasn’t as if
Heron was presenting her as a woman for whom he had any serious thoughts. They were both
just doing what his parents had ordered them to do. And that was for her to be presented to the
parents as if she were a potential candidate . Obviously Alana and Roy Wait had some old
fashioned ideas about how a man should treat a woman. It was quaint, even rather touching. But
it was certainly unnerving.
When she arrived at Heron’s penthouse, he greeted her coldly because she was five
minutes late. Riley also saw displeasure in his dark eyes when he saw her sweater. She looked
down at herself, and winced a little when she saw how the fluffy sweater hugged her figure,
accentuating the large fullness of her breasts even more. She now realized that what she had
thought was a casual and relaxed was quite sexy and vixenish.
She lifted her chin at Heron. “Don’t you like what I’m wearing?”
“Does everything you wear have to shout out sex,” he bit out before he stalked away.
Feeling tired of always being at the end of his haughty disapproval, Riley reluctantly
followed him to the car.
As Dustin negotiated the long, black limousine through San Francisco’s clogged rush
hour traffic, Riley out of the corner of her eye watched Heron as he opened his briefcase and
began to go over some papers.
So, that was the way it was going to be tonight, she thought, studying his striking profile
through narrowed eyes. Put out, wishing she had been more insistent about not going tonight,
Riley stretched in her seat. As she did so, she saw from her side view Heron stiffen.
Well, well, well, she thought, a little coolly, a little vengefully, not so indifferent, after
all, are we. She stretched again and saw his mouth tighten. Wanting to punish him, she slid
closer to Heron, and saw him tense up again.
“Heron, I want a drink,” she said with a pout.
Heron kept his eyes on his papers. His voice was irritated. “Then make yourself one.”
“The bar’s on your side.”
With ill-humor, he tossed his papers into his briefcase and opened the bar.
“Whiskey, please,” Riley said in a low, purring voice.
He tossed some ice in a tumbler and poured whiskey. He turned to hand the drink to her.
He stiffened when he saw that she had moved closer to him.
“Back off,” he ordered harshly.
Riley, her eyes drooping a little, leaned closer to him.
“I said back off,” Heron said, his face hard and dangerous, holding her drink.
Pouting, she scooted away several inches on the seat. Heron handed her the tumbler and
went back to his papers.
From her seat, as she drank down the whiskey, she watched him, not bothering to pretend
that she had backed off, waiting for the right moment. Heron kept his eyes on his papers, his
profile grim and determined.
When Riley emptied her glass, she slid next to him, slowly leaned across him to set her
empty glass in the bar, and as she did so, she brushed her breasts against him. As she
straightened back in her seat, she pressed her globes deliberately against his chest for a moment.
Heron didn’t even realize he was no longer holding the papers in his hand, or that his
hands were suddenly filled with Riley’s large, pink angora covered breasts. He gave them a
gentle squeeze and Riley moaned, thrusting her globes harder into his hands.
“Riley,” he rasped out as he fondled her, feeling the silky soft fur of the sweater over her
large breasts. He shuddered as he felt his loins tighten with growing heat. He finally knew what
it was like to be a teenager feeling a girl up through her sexy sweater for the first time in the back
seat of a car.
Riley’s own hand reached out and covered his crotch and found him hard and swollen
beneath the fine material of his suit pants. As her fingers began to fumble with his belt and
zipper, her eyes stared into his, both of them drugged and glazed with desire. Half
unconsciously, half deliberately, she flicked her tongue over her lips, lips that were heavily
coated with matte, dead-red lipstick. She managed to loosen his pants and dipped her hand into
the front panel of his boxer briefs.
Heron’s breath hissed out through clenched teeth when he felt her hand close over his
penis.
Her slitted eyes on his face, Riley filled her palm with one of his testicles and gave it a
gentle squeeze, causing him to groan with pleasure.
“Such a big boy, aren’t you,” she crooned while her hand rolled his balls.
Heron’s eyes flew open, outrage and sexual arousal warring in his face. “God, that’s
tacky, Riley.”
Riley gave a very feline, very dangerous smile. “But you are a big boy. Even your balls
are big. See, I can’t even completely close my hand around you.”
She pulled his penis free from his briefs to show him. Heron looked down and saw her
small, dainty hand holding his penis, her middle and thumb not able to meet completely. It was
the most arousing image he had ever seen and he felt himself harden even more, painfully so that
he had to stretch his long legs out in front of him, his hips arching, trying ease some of the
tension in his loins.
He became desperate when he felt himself spurting his pre-cum. Riley watched the clear
liquid ooze out of the tiny hole at the tip of the bulbous head. Slyly, she brushed her thumb at the
teardrop and lightly spread it over the head. She leaned into Heron and lightly captured his lower
lip between her teeth and lazily let it go, and did it again. He heard himself moan against his
heavy breathing.
“You were so forceful when you filled my snatch with your big dick, when I was so sure
that you couldn’t get it all inside me,” Riley murmured against his lips, between tiny sniping
kisses. All the while, her thumb brushing his liquid that dept spurting out of him. “But you did.
Every inch of you. And then you took me, filling me up every time, over and over. It felt so
good, as you knew it would. That’s why you took me. And you knew I never had a dick so large
inside me, didn’t you, big boy? But you know what, Heron, I find that I not only like a big dick
inside my snatch, but I also like to know what it feels like to have one in my mouth.”
Almost driven insane with Riley’s dirty talk, Heron lunged towards her and tried to
capture her lips, desperate to feed the hunger that she was creating inside him. She pulled back
her head, a bewitching smile on her lips, her tongue running teasingly over them. Gently, she
pushed him back in his seat, her hand gently stroking his penis.
“Do you think I’ll be able to fit my mouth over you, hmmm?” she asked, her eyes wide
disingenuously. She leaned into him again to flick her tongue over his lips then drew back before
he could capture her mouth, as she knew he was desperate to.
Riley slowly lowered her mouth to the long penis with its large bulbous head, and opened
it wide in order to fit it over the head.
Heron felt the tip of his penis being enclosed tightly by her hot mouth, and the pleasure
was so intense that it was almost debilitating, and he experienced something he had never
experienced before during sex. He felt completely vulnerable, exposed. He was wildly afraid that
she was creating an unfamiliar craving in him that only she could satisfy.
He pressed the intercom. His teeth were clenched as he struggled to issue an order to his
driver. “Dustin, why don’t we take the scenic route to my parents’ house.”
There was a slight pause. “Very good, sir.”
Heron sank further down in his seat, and as he did so, his hand pressed a lever on the
door handle making the solid divider between the driver and passenger go up. Barely able to
breath, his head fell back on the seat, his eyes closed as Riley took him deeper into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck!”
Because of his size, both in length and width, Riley could only manage to get the first
few inches of him in her mouth. He pulled back Riley’s long hair so that he could watch her lips
sliding up and down on him, smearing her red lipstick on his penis. When Heron felt himself on
the verge of exploding, he pushed Riley on her back on the seat, pushed her skirt up to her waist.
He saw that she was wearing stockings with black satin garters over black lacy panties. For a few
seconds, he struggled to undo the garters so that he could push the panties down off her legs. He
parted Riley’s legs and plunged his length inside her. Both gave sharp groans. Riley wriggled her
hips as he lunged forward again. After a few more strokes, both came with loud cries of pleasure,
their lips meeting hungrily.
As both came down from their climaxes, Heron pushed the angora sweater up over
Riley’s breasts, and undid the front clasp of her bra, and her full globes spilled into his hands. As
he fondled them, he was caught by the image of her generous breasts with their large dark
nipples being framed by the fluffy pink angora of the sweater, and he was hard again.
Riley opened her drowsy eyes when he began to move inside her. She moaned in protest
at first, but she could feel her loins tightening again. She looked down, following where his eyes
were fixated, and saw her large breasts poking out from beneath her angora sweater, her nipples
hard and sticking up at him in invitation. Like a true wanton, her eyes narrowed as they watched
her lover rut between her thighs, her sensuous lips full and parted, she cupped her breasts and
lifted them in a taunting offering to Heron for him to feast on.