Attraction

by Linn Young

  Caroline smiled when she saw Riley begin to go through Heron’s untouched desert after she had finished hers. Heron did not take notice nor minded the small theft if he did. He did, once though, turn her head up to his and kissed her slowly so that he could taste the bitter sweet chocolate on her lips and tongue.

  Watching the very tall, very attractive man with her eldest daughter, Caroline could now see that Heron Wait had never really been in love with her younger daughter. She had never seen him look at Roberta the way he looked at Riley, or had difficulty keeping his eyes off her. When he looked at Riley, the look in his eyes were as if he wanted to devour her and yet found what he saw so fascinating, so mesmerizing. He had never had any trouble keeping his hands to himself with Roberta, unlike with Riley, whom he was always touching, his hand at her back or sifting through her dark hair, or brushing his fingers against her cheek. And he seemed to always need to have her near, and when she wasn’t, he was soon in search of her.

  His behavior was the behavior of a very lovesick cow, which, Caroline had to concede but she did so privately, was quite laughable. She would never have guessed that the very controlled, very correct, very arrogant Heron Wait acting like a young boy in the throes of his first violent love.

  It occurred to Caroline that Heron Wait very much needed Riley as he had never needed Roberta.

  Her attention came back to Alana when the other woman asked, “Now, how about you and your husband staying at our home in the city for a few weekends. I think that would be much less tiring for you than be driving all that way back and forth.”

  Caroline blinked. “Please don’t think that you have to put up with us…”

  “Oh, Jesus, you’d be no bother at all. There are ten bedrooms with each full baths besides our own master quarters. And we have servants. So, you’d hardly be in the way. And Riley can come with you until she has moved into Heron’s penthouse.” Alana called down the table. “Riley, when are you moving into the penthouse?”

  There was no answer. At that moment, Riley was giggling and trying to ward off Heron’s roving hands as he nibbled on her neck.

  “Heron, mind your manners and take your hands off the poor girl,” his mother reprimanded sharply as she did when he was a boy. “Please be kind to keep your lecherous hands to yourself while you are in the company of others, even if they are your own family.”

  Heron turned a little red and glared at his mother, embarrassed and not at all used being dressed down for rude behavior. There was a general snickering from Heron’s siblings.

  Alana turned back to Caroline. “I thought I would never have to say that to Heron. He’s always seemed in perfect control where girls were concerned. But I’m afraid he can’t keep from touching your lovely Riley. As much as those two must go at it, we might have a little surprise in the oven long before the wedding.”

  Caroline could only stare at the other woman, a little taken aback by such frankness. But her discomfort soon turned to pleasure when she realized that she would very likely soon be a grandmother either by Riley or Roberta, or by both. Quite pleased with the thought, she turned her attention back to Alana, who was going through a list of the possible flowers for the wedding.

  On the other side of the table, towards one end, Jack was having a difficult time keeping his eyes straying from Wendy’s large blue, disarming eyes and stray down to her triple D breasts that were spilling generously out of her tight shell-pink camisole that was edged with dainty white lace.

  “Are you really a lawyer?” she asked as she forked some tiramisu through her red, cupid shaped lips.

  When her pink tongue flicked over them to catch the cream, Jack was sure he was about to cream in his pants. “When we get to my penthouse, I’ll show you my law degree from Stanford and my license. Why, don’t I look like a lawyer?”

  Wendy shook her head, her bright blond curls shaking all around her doll-like face. “Uhuh. Your face looks too fun.”

  Jack’s eyes widened with surprise, not at all expecting her answer. “What do you mean by that?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. You have a nice face. Most lawyers have mean faces. But yours is a good face. Someone I can trust. You know.”

  Jack shifted in his seat, a little uncomfortable. He was beginning to realize that beneath Wendy’s big blue eyes, round kewpie-doll face, blonde hair, and generous curves, she was rather down-to-earth, if a little naïve, and sweet with a warm, generous smile. It was much harder for him to play the predatory wolf-hound when he liked the girl.

  “What do you do for a living, Wendy?” he asked, surreptitiously retrieving his hand that had been creeping along the back of her chair.

  “I’m a hair dresser.”

  “Do you like it? Cutting hair?”

  “Oh, I love it. I’ve always wanted to be a hair dresser, ever since I was five and cutting up my Barbi doll’s hair. It’s a good thing, too, because, as you can see, I don’t have much brains for anything else. How about you? Do you like being a lawyer?”

  “I don’t mind it. It has its moments. Definitely perks.”

  “I went out with a lawyer, one time. He wasn’t very fun. All he cared about were my boobs. The only he thing we wanted to do to me was to rub his dick between them. All night, all I did was just lay on my back while he jerked off on my breasts. Just as well, because the guy had such a small dick. It looked like what my pink lipstick looks like when it’s almost time for me to buy another one. I wouldn’t have felt anything if he had tried to pop me off.”

  Jack made a sound of sympathy, trying not to laugh. “Not very much fun.”

  “Yes, thank you. Tell me, are all lawyers into big breasts like he was?”

  He opened his mouth but closed it again, not knowing quite what to say. “Well, we definitely don’t dislike them.”

  Wendy gave him a close look. “You know, you’re a nice guy.”

  Jack laughed. “Thank you. I find you really nice, too, Wendy.”

  “I don’t think I would mind fucking you.”

  Jack gave a huge smile. “Well, that’s good, seeing that I wouldn’t mind having you fuck me.”

  Heron kept Riley close to him with his arms around her. “Why don’t we go upstairs, hmmm?” he suggested in her ear, and to encourage her acquiescence, he bit her ear lobe, and felt her slight shudder.

  Riley drew her head back to look up at him. She could feel his body tensing with need, his hands growing hard and demanding. By now she had deemed the small, overly stuffed private room as the fucking room, because that’s all they did when she and Heron were locked in it. They fucked and fucked, and fucked some more. Then they slept. Then they fucked again.

  That’s exactly what they had been doing a few hours ago minutes before their families had arrived for the dinner. Heron had her propped up on the small table, his hands holding her legs apart, poised ready above her. Both had been naked and had been having sex for the past hour, instead of getting ready for the dinner.

  Just before he was about to bury himself back into her, Joe’s voice came over the intercom. “Riley, everyone’s here.”

  “Oh, we’re not even ready,” Riley said and tried to close her thighs.

  But Heron pulled them further apart and inserted his heavy bulbous tip inside her. She moaned and wriggled her hips a little as the pleasure heated and tightened in her loins. “Riley, did you hear me?” Joe asked.

  “Uh, yes,” she said, her voice breathy, trying to catch her breath as Heron pushed deeper. “Ahhhhhh.”

  “What was that?” Joe’s voice came over.

  “Uh, nothing,” she said desperately, trying to keep her head lucid. “Tell…tell them we’ll be down in a few minutes.”

  “Okay.”

  Not waiting to be sure that Joe was off the intercom, Riley gave a soft moan and say with sensual petulance, “Oh, you big brute, driving that thing so deep inside me.” She gave a cry this time as Heron plundered long and hard back into her.

  From downstairs, she could hear the
voices of her and Heron’s family, which made her feel mortified that while her parents and future in-laws were below her, she was on her hind quarters, naked, her buttocks hitched high up in the air, her legs held apart while their son plowed heavily in her loins.

  Later, although he gave no indication of it, Riley was almost certain that Joe had heard some of their sex. When she came back downstairs and met his eyes, for some reason, she blushed to the roots of her hair, even though Joe’s eyes were harmlessly blank.

  “I’m not going to get trapped in that room again with you and have you screw my brains out while your family and mine are visiting,” Riley said saucily to Heron. “Earlier in the evening was embarrassing enough.” She ran a teasing finger over his sensuously shaped lips and yelped a little when he closed his mouth over the finger and sucked at it. Riley shivered but pulled her finger out, laughing up at him. “You’re going to have to wait just a few more hours.” She put her Then she pressed her lips against his ear and whispered, “You big brute,” and then brushed her mouth against his.

  “I love you,” Heron said, his eyes suddenly serious

  Riley drew back a little, surprised. And she caught her breath when she saw what he was saying reflected in his dark eyes.

  “I can’t believe that I lived this far without you, Riley,”

  Close to tears as emotions threatened to swamp her, she whispered hoarsely, “I love you, Heron.”

  Heron drew her back into his arms and Riley let herself rest in them. Heron turned his head and kissed her on the temple. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of such contentment and happiness. They were comfortable to remain that way for rest of the dinner, savoring the exquisite joy of being in each other’s arms, half listening to their family members carry on conversations all around them.

  THE END