by Linn Young
Desperate, Riley lifted her head and pressed it against Heron’s shoulder, her hips grinding helplessly into the couch. Although her body preferred to escape the sensual torment, she knew that the only way she was able to get any relief from it was to have Heron drive her to her peak. “Heron, oh, please, fuck me! Fuck me, now!”
Heron’s only answer was to dig his tongue in the whorls of her ear as he continued to move over her, throwing her into wild shudders. He continued his gentle teasing, until the pleasure in his own loins became hard and demanding. Only when his body was suffused with tortuous heat and ready to burst, did Heron hold Riley’s hips with bruising hands as he began to pound long and hard into her. He only stroked her deeply two times when Riley’s orgasm broke over her. She gave a high wailing cry, then clenched her teeth as she felt her loins tighten painfully one last time, her eyes closed, her hips wriggling in his iron grip in a frantic effort to escape the inevitable, then she wailed again as her peak crested. Heron pounded even harder into her, now desperate for his own peak, and kept pounding even as Riley’s body was shuddering in the throes of her orgasm. He lunged his penis in and out of her pussy even as he felt the rush of her cum fluid spilling out of her. And because he continued to fuck her even during her orgasm, Riley’s buttocks hitched up as her loins tightened again, and she gave a cry of dread, and her fingers began to claw at the couch cushion as she prepared to endure another bout of sexual storm. A few minutes later, with a soft wail, she was humping her buttocks as she came again, and more of her orgasmic fluid flooded out of her. And Heron continued to fuck her long and hard even as he felt her cum bathing thickly and warmly his raging penis. And because her lover did not stop his plunging, Riley was helpless to prevent her body from responding to his savagery so soon after her second orgasm.
“No more, Heron,” she pleaded, her buttocks twitching at his driving penis. “Please, no more.”
Heron heard the pleading cry which broke the tension in his loins and, with a low male cry, he pulled Riley’s hips tight to him, wriggled his penis in the slick channel, then went back to plunging in and out of her. And as he did so, he reached his orgasm. But he did not stop his invasion inside Riley’s flesh, but continued to pump into her so that he could empty himself the very last of his fluid. She moaned as she came for the third time, lying half on the couch because she had no more strength left as the orgasm washed over her body again. Heron was still pumping inside her, draining himself, but the savagery and carnage of his earlier fucking had lessoned. And, as his plunges slowed, his cum fluid and her love juices flowed long and freely out of Riley, pouring onto the cushion of the couch.
When he realized what he was doing, that he was reliving sex with Riley in minute detail, Heron lunged forward on the couch and buried his head in his hands. Then he laid back against the couch again, stretching his legs in a futile effort to ease the tension in his loins. He was rock hard and was badly in need of fucking. He was badly in need of Riley and her soft voluptuous body. He reached for the bottle of scotch and poured it into the glass and threw all of it down and poured himself another. It was his one and only solution, the only one that was available to him every night that he was tormented with the merciless need of fucking Riley.
The next morning, Heron had a breakfast meeting with his brother and the corporate comptroller at nine o’clock. He was half an hour late for the appointment. He was already not in a very good mood from his drinking, being plagued throughout the night with memories of Riley, and getting less than four hour sleep. Being so late for a business meeting, especially one with his brother, when he had always been punctual before, put him in a further foul mood.
His irritation rose even higher when he saw Tanner giving him a long hard look, as if he were trying to figure what the hell was the matter with his brother.
“Shall we get this started?” Heron said coldly as he sat down.
The meeting was not a success. The comptroller only had thirty minutes because he had to be at another meeting back at the office. Easily irritated, Heron did not help the progress of the meeting by being quiet through most of the discussions, or being contrary and short when he did have something to say. He ignored the confused looks that Tanner and the comptroller sometimes directed at him, and sat back in his chair, showing little interest in the discussion that normally absorbed him, so that the other two were forced to conduct the meeting on their own.
The comptroller rose to his feet. “Well, I have to get going. I’ll have the papers signed and delivered to your office in a few days, Heron.”
Heron also rose to his feet, snapped his briefcase shut. “Don’t go out of your way, Harry,” he said curtly. “Give them to Tanner, here.”
Without offering any goodbyes he walked away, leaving the comptroller shocked at this uncustomary abruptness in a man with whom he had worked with for nearly ten years. When he looked at Tanner in silent question, Tanner could only offer an apologetic shrug.
An hour later, Heron was sitting at his desk in his office, staring at nothing. The door opened and Tanner entered, slamming the door behind him. He stared at his brother’s sullen face.
“Will you stop, already,” Tanner said with disgust.
Heron looked up. “Stop what?”
“This! What you’re doing. This has got to stop.”
“What am I doing?”
“Whatever it is you’re doing. This brooding of yours.”
Heron hunched further down in his chair. “I’m not brooding.”
“A few months ago I would have said you weren’t the type to brood, because you wouldn’t have known how to. Now, I can swear you’re a champion brooder. You out brood Hamlet himself.”
Heron turned his seat away from Tanner. “Go away. Leave me alone.”
Tanner walked closer and placed his hands on the desk. “Just stop. All right? Just stop all this. Stop fighting it.”
Heron hunched his shoulder defensively. “Stop fighting what?”
“Riley, and whatever it is going on between you two. Stop fighting it and admit the truth.”
“What truth?”
“That you love her. That, for the first time in your privileged life, you’re insanely and stupidly in love with a woman.”
Heron made a sound of disgust. “I don’t love anyone. Especially her. I’d be insane and stupid if I were in love with Riley.”
“Well, you’re being insane and stupid over it, and it’s not because you’re not in love. Only love can do that to a man.”
Heron’s face turned sullen again. “So, what if it is? It’ll pass soon enough.”
Tanner turned and walked away, and then turned back. “You know, you’re about the smartest person I know. You’re the only one who can peel through these damned complicated contracts with the Europeans and know them inside and out in one reading. You know the law like the back of your hand, and you have the memory of an elephant. I’ve never known you to be stupid about anything. Until now. Of course, that’s because I’ve never seen you fall for a woman. And when a guy like you, who has never known what it’s like to have a woman have a clamp on your balls or be able to squeeze your icy heart, falls, man, you fall hard. And it has made you unbelievably idiotic about the whole thing.”
Tanner turned and paced and then came back. “But, then, I should have realized that you’ve more or less been stupid about women most of your life. When a guy like you goes through life without ever letting a woman affect you very deeply, he tends to get stupid about them. That’s why you lost Roberta. Because you were so stupid about her, as well, and it was so easy for me to steal her away from you…”
Tanner didn’t see his brother coming around his desk until he felt Heron’s fist coming into hard contact with his jaw, and found himself knocked on the floor. He struggled to a sitting position, nursing his sore jaw, eyeing his brother who stood over him, rage in his dark eyes.
Tanner rubbed his jaw, gingerly moving it to make sure it wasn’t broken. “Yeah, I guess I
had that coming.” He tasted blood in his mouth. “You know, Mother’s going to be pissed with you if you’ve broken any of my teeth, after the small fortune they paid for my braces.”
The fight left Heron exhausted. He sat down on the couch and stared at the rug. Tanner pulled himself in one of the chairs.
“You know you can’t go on like this, Heron. It’s tearing your guts out.”
Heron leaned back on the couch and rubbed his face with his hand. “What am I going to do?”
“About what? About Riley?”
“What am I going to do about this…this thing that I have about her?”
“That thing that you so euphemistically call as if it were some disgusting disease is love. And you do nothing.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do. Nothing,” Heron spat out with frustration. “It’s driving me crazy.”
“You’ve been trying to deny it all this time, squashing it. You can’t deny love, or chase it away, pretend it doesn’t exist.”
“So, what do you recommend?”
“Nothing. You just…love. That’s all you can do. You can’t run away from it, you can’t hide from it, you can’t change it, you can’t mold it to your liking. You just accept it for what it is and just…love. If you’d just stop fighting it, you’ll slowly get your sanity back and your peace of mind.”
Heron stared at his brother, all the aggression and hostility gone from his face. “It’s always been easier for you than it was for me, to accept emotions and feelings for what they were.”
“It’s not just me, Heron. Most people, normal people, that is, are comfortable with their feelings, including your parents and your sister. It is you who is the anomaly, as Mother always put it.”
“I never really had the need to deal with my feelings.”
“Well, now, it’s time for you to learn.”
Silence for a moment fell between them. Then Heron suddenly lurched to his feet. “No. No. No,” he chanted, shaking his head while walking around the office. “It’s nothing as serious as what you’re making it out to be. There’s nothing serious between Riley and I. And you know why, because I don’t want anything there to be serious between us. It’s as simple as that.”
Tanner shook his head, watching his brother with pity. “Mind over matter, is that it?”
“Sure. Sure. And why not?”
“I don’t understand you, Heron. Why don’t you want this? Loving someone and having them love you back is the single most wonderful thing a person can experience in life.”
Heron’s face became shuttered. “Sometimes love isn’t for everyone.”
“Then I feel sorry for you, Heron.”
Tanner turned and walked out of the office.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Riley was working at the bar on her orders. It was a few minutes after four o’clock in the afternoon, drawing towards the end of a working day for most, but starting for Riley and her staff. She was alone in the bar. Her staff would start trickling in around five o’clock. She had the door open, letting in the cool but fresh air of early summer that was just about to burst around the seasonal clock.
She was absorbed in going over the orders, agonizing for nearly an hour whether or not she should start going with a larger distributor, because she was beginning to run out of her supplies before the next shipments. She always hated making these types of major changes, because the previous arrangements had worked very well and allowed her to run her business smoothly most of the time. Changing a distributor could mean disruption in the smooth running of the bar, because it usually meant a period of adjustment.
Riley was so immersed in her dilemma that she did not see the person entering the bar. It was only when she turned her head that she saw Heron standing there.
She jumped, so startled to see him. “Heron.”
“Hello, Riley,” he said with somber graveness.
“What are you doing here?”
Heron didn’t answer for a moment. “I don’t really know.”
Riley raised her eyebrows at that. What was she supposed to do with a man who had left her and was now standing in her building but didn’t know why he was there?
“Well, is there something I could for you…”
“I can’t take this, anymore, Riley,” Heron burst out.
Riley at first was shocked. Heron never burst out. Then she looked at him, a little wary. “Take what?”
“This. You. Me.”
She looked him a little more closely, and saw that he looked fatigued, and his face heavy with tension and frustration and exhaustion. She was shocked to see that the suit he wore looked as if he had worn it the day before and had slept in it. He wore a thin wool overcoat, his tie untied and askew and three of his shirt buttons undone. His face was unshaven, his eyes bloodshot from not enough sleep, and his hair was uncombed. He looked as if he was at the end of his tether.
“Has something happened, Heron?” Then she grew a little pail. “Is it your mother? I heard about the cancer scare. I thought the tests turned out fine. Is there something I can do for you?”
Heron stepped closer to her, his exhausted eyes never leaving hers. “Yes, you can do something for me, Riley. You can make this thing inside me go away. I’ve tried.” His voice sounded as tired as he looked, and tortured. “God knows I’ve tried. I’ve tried to get rid of it. I’ve tried to forget you. But I can’t, because you won’t go away. You won’t get out of my head, and it’s tearing me apart.”
Riley’s eyes widened with shock. “What are you saying, Heron?”
Heron moved to her. The sensible part of Riley was telling her that she should move away, not let him get near her. He didn’t seem in control of his faculties, and he looked as if he was at the breaking point, and might do some violence when he broke. But his words, what he was saying to her was mesmerizing as tortured as they were. Even as he drew inches from her, she stood still.
Heron stepped closer and was about to take her in his arms.
She did then quickly back away. “No, Heron. We’re not getting back to that. That’s over.”
His arms fell to his side. “I need you, Riley”
She snapped her eyes around to him. “You do? Why?”
He shook his head, frustrated, even confused. “I don’t know. It’s tearing me apart to be away from you like this.”
“You’re the one who walked away.”
“I know. I had to. You were doing things to me that no other woman has ever done to me. I couldn’t think when I was around you. I couldn’t breath. You were becoming this thing in my life that I had no control over. You’ve been doing things to me for a long time, now. Since I first walked in here. Or, maybe when I got you out of jail. –No, no. It was long before then, wasn’t it?” He gave a bitter smile that was edged with defeat. “It must have been the first I met you, when Roberta first introduced me to you that Sunday and you gave me that insolent once over.”
Heron slowly ran his eyes over her, the look in them feverish, pausing at one feature after another, the dark eyes hungry to get reacquainted with the sight of Riley. Then they ran over her features again as if to permanently etch them into his memory.
“I didn’t want any of this, you know,” he said, an unusual tone of weary defeat in his voice. “You, me. Us. This thing between us. I tried everything in my power to walk away from it. My whole family have said that I was a fool to think that I could. That anyone could.”
“What is this thing you keep talking about, Heron?”
“Love.”
Riley turned white and she stumbled back. Then color flooded in her face as her heart began to pound so hard that she lifted her hand to press her heel against it. What was he saying to her? Was he talking about love between he and her? But that was ridiculous, because he had made it so clear to her when he called her that last time that he wanted nothing to do with any feelings that might have developed between them. By then, it had been too late for Riley. But had he suspected anything from
her, he wanted no part of it.
Heron turned away and shuffled towards the bar. He rubbed his face over his tired face. “Yes, this thing that I’m talking about is love. At least that’s what my family calls it My brother told me I was insane to try and avoid it, because it was the most wonderful thing a person could have in his life.” He gave a painful laugh. “Wonderful, he says. It’s the worst hell I’ve ever gone through” He looked at Riley. “My parents and Tanner tell me that I’m in love with you, Riley.”
