Authors: Denise Townsend
“Touch yourself, sweet girl,” he told her, and she did. Rubbing her own clit, she shuddered as he fucked the velvet glove of her ass.
“Do you think you’d like this, with another man?” Fen asked.
“Yes,” River groaned. “Oh, yes…”
Fen pushed deeper into her, before he reached for her shoulders. Then he pulled her so she was kneeling, his chest pressed against her back, his cock still buried deep inside of her.
“Leo would fuck your mouth, first,” Fen whispered in her ear. “He’d fuck your face while I fucked your ass.”
Fen reached for the other, larger vibrator. River moaned when she heard him switch it on, its buzzing filling the room.
“But then he’d kneel before you too.” Fen moved the vibrator to River’s pussy, pushing her fingers away as he pushed the vibe’s buzzing head against her clit. River gasped, shuddering around him, against him.
“And he’d want to fuck you too, River. He’d want to be buried deep in your pussy. Would you like that?”
To punctuate his words, Fen moved the head of the vibrator lower, to the opening of River’s wet sex.
“Oh god, yes,” River groaned.
Fen teased her with the buzzing tip of the vibrator. “Tell me what you’d want, River. Tell me, exactly.”
“I’d want him to fuck me,” River groaned. “I’d want Leo to fuck me while you fucked me too.”
Hearing River’s gasped words, feeling her clenching on his cock, Fen knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. But neither was River, and when he pushed the buzzing head of the thick vibe between her lips to sink deep into her cunt, he knew they were both lost.
“Oh my god, Fen, make me come, make me…”
Fen obliged her, flicking the index finger of the hand holding the vibe over her clit.
River’s orgasm was shattering. She clenched down so hard on Fen’s cock he had to fight to stay in her, his own orgasm rising in his balls. He kept fucking her, with both the vibe and his cock, as she wailed in his arms, urging him to fuck her harder, to come insider of her, to fill her ass. Her words pushed him over the edge and he did as she commanded, filling her with a load of his thick cream.
Before they collapsed forward, he pulled the vibe from her quivering pussy, but he stayed inside of her.
Kissing the nape of her neck, he kept his heavy weight balanced on his elbows. She gasped as he ground his still thick cock into her, pushing up at him even as she moaned it was too much.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she said.
“I did, as well. You’re amazing.” Another grind, answered by another gasp, as well as a wave of affection that they shared between them, equally.
“That was pretty incredible,” River admitted.
Fen’s teeth closed one more time on her nape, causing her to shiver.
“Yes, it was. But just think how much better it would be if Leo had really been here.”
Fen let River think that over, as he rubbed against her, feeling his body already gearing up for another round.
Chapter Fourteen
Her feet crunching on the broken glass, River inspected the damage. Fen looked on, exuding both anger over the attack and concern for the woman turning a brave face to the world.
This is what I get for having a good time
, River thought to herself.
For last night had been perfect. Spending time with both Leo and Fen, clearing the air with Leo, and then a night of mind-blowing sex with Fen—it had been the sort of evening she never thought she’d have again.
So, as if to remind her why she shouldn’t have such pleasures, Rick had been busy smashing the two huge bay windows that fronted her shop. He’d also smashed the glass in her door. She hadn’t gone inside, yet, but she could see a few of her glass cases had been shattered as well.
Not wanting to disturb any evidence, River peered over the edge of one of the broken windows.
“I’m assuming Rick did this?” Fen asked, his voice low with anger.
River shrugged, but it was a gesture of hopelessness rather than confusion.
“Probably.”
“Well, I don’t think he actually went inside,” Fen said, pointing out the rocks laying on the floor of her store. “I think he did all the damage from out here, so hopefully nothing’s missing.”
River ran a hand over her long, curly ponytail, self-touching protectively as she tried to sort out her emotions.
“This has to end, River.” Fen’s voice was gentle, but firm. He’d felt her guilt over Rick, and on one level he lauded her empathy for the boy having lost a brother. But this had gone too far, and might get worse if it weren’t nipped in the bud.
And yet, Fen really didn’t know what River would do. He hadn’t expected their progress, such as it was, to be tested so soon.
Meanwhile, River looked around, assessing the damage. The windows would be expensive to replace, of course. As would the glass cases.
But it was the violence of the act that made up her mind.
In her heart of hearts, she could understand Rick’s sadness and his need to lash out at something. She understood that she and Jason were convenient, in that regard, and she also understood that it was a lot easier for Rick to blame them than it was for him to confront his brother’s own crimes.
It had been one thing to apply all those excuses to missed mail or gummed locks. But this violence–this reckless smashing and destruction–that was something that Trevor himself might have done.
She’d wanted to believe that Trevor was a fluke, but maybe the tree he fell off was, indeed, rotten. What if Rick was only beginning his own reign of terror?
With a heartfelt sigh and genuine regret that it had to come to this, River pulled out her cell, dialed 911 and hit send.
“I’ve been waiting for you to call,” Sheriff White said, as she stepped out of the squad car parked rakishly on the sidewalk in front of River’s shop.
“Wait, you knew about this?” River asked, confused.
“This? No. We were all on the other side of the county last night, breaking up a domestic. Didn’t see any of this damage till you called it in.”
“Then why were you waiting for me to call?”
“Because I knew Rick would eventually completely flip his biscuit, or you’d finally lose patience with him. So I had these ready.”
Sheriff White reached into the car, pulling out a thick sheaf of official looking paper.
“What’s that?” River asked curiously as Fen joined her.
The Sheriff eyed the blond man curiously, until River realized they hadn’t met.
“Oh, sorry. Sheriff, this is Fen. Fen, this is Sheriff White.”
“Nice to meet you,” the Sheriff said, shaking Fen’s hand. The selkie was watching the law-woman curiously, and River wondered what he was sensing. The Sheriff had always seemed completely in charge and totally put together, so River couldn’t imagine she had some secret emotional scars that might attract Fen’s attention.
But I guess we can never really know what’s going on inside of another person
, River realized.
For someone who’d had such a tumultuous life, River should have already been well aware of that fact. But in reality, River’s encounters with other people had been relatively straightforward. Her mother and father were exactly what they said on the package. Five minutes interacting with her mom and her crazy, hippie-inspired outfits and dramatic way of speaking, and one knew pretty much everything one needed to know about Inma Garcia-Cruz Thibodaux. Her father was equally transparent: all gruff laugh, tattoos, chain-smoking, good-ole-boy. Her mother and father’s significant others, meanwhile, were always, inevitably, cut from the exact same cloth as all the rest, so River had always known what to expect from them. Her father’s extended Cajun family, meanwhile, were also equally straightforward. They were all mad as hatters, but they were paradoxically proud of their eccentricities.
River had grown up with chaos, yes, but never subterfuge. She’d never had to deal with people who pretended to be one thing, but were another thing entirely.
So realizing that Trevor and his wealthy family, people who seemed to have everything and seemed to be so perfect, could be hiding some horrible truth about themselves, shook River to the core. But in a good way.
Maybe I couldn’t have known?
she thought to herself.
Maybe that’s part of what made Trevor so fucked up…always having to be something he wasn’t.
And I couldn’t have known, because nobody knew.
The fact was the Waltons were revered around these parts, no small feat for a summering swank family. Normally, such itinerant visitors were treated with affability mixed with contempt. But the Waltons had singlehandedly built the local children’s clinic, were the face of any major charity event or outreach program in Eastport, and pretty much funded the annual Pirate Festival, a major tourist draw for a town that couldn’t otherwise compete with the likes of Bar Harbor or Seal Harbor.
The idea that they weren’t the fairy godfamily everyone assumed them to be floored River, but all evidence was pointing to something seriously wrong if they had two sons with such extreme problems.
While River put all this together, Fen watched her carefully, knowing she was thinking through something major because of her fluctuating emotions. So he made small talk with the Sheriff, until River came to some conclusion. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, as that’s not how his empathy worked. But whatever she’d decided left River feeling a little bit confused, like whatever it was still had to settle, but also confident and less stressed.
“So what is that, Sheriff?” River repeated, pointing at the sheaf of papers.
“A restraining order, half filled out. I knew it would come to this eventually, I just didn’t know what would set it off. But are you ready now?”
Without hesitation, River nodded. “Yes. This has gone far enough.”
Fen knew what a huge step blaming Rick over herself was for River, and the selkie let his hand rest on her shoulder in support.
“Excellent. You’re making the right choice, River. Rick’s gotten away with way too much already.”
Using a clipboard from her squad car, Sheriff White filled out the missing information on her restraining order, getting witness statements from both River and Fen. River hoped they would never have to track Fen down to the address in Bar Harbor that he provided, as she was pretty sure they’d find nothing there.
When the paperwork was finished, Sheriff White rose to her full height.
“I’m going to file these documents with the court, then head over to Rick’s. I’m going to be honest–I don’t think he’s going to take this very well. But he has to know this behavior can’t continue, and that we’re now able to seek real legal recourse if it does. I want you to be careful though, River. Where’s Jason?”
“He’s still at the house, taking care of the animals.”
“I’ll send Tyrone over to pick him up when I get to the station. He’s been asking to come hang out, so this will be a good time.”
Jason had become good friends with the Sheriff and her deputies during the week he’d spent in Eastport’s tiny jail, while Trevor’s family had done everything they could to have him charged with murder. Even with all their money and clout however, the charges wouldn’t stick, and finally Jason was freed.
It was very typical of her brother that he’d made the best of his time in the pokey, and had come out fast friends with his jailers.
“That would be great, Sheriff. Thank you. I’ve got a lot to clean up here anyway.”
“Good.” Sheriff White went to leave, then stopped. Turning, she eyed Fen appraisingly.
“You sticking around?” she asked the selkie.
He nodded. “As long as River needs me.”
“Good. Take care of our girl.”
And with that, the Sheriff was off to serve Rick’s papers.
River watched the other woman leave with trepidation. She knew that, no matter what, Rick was going to be furious and she couldn’t help but wonder if the restraining order wouldn’t push him over the edge. Until today his acts hadn’t been overtly violent. But after seeing her shop, she knew that, like his brother, he was capable of a lot more than what was on the surface.
“Do you have brooms?” Fen asked, knowing she needed a distraction. Today would be a long day for her, no matter what, but worrying wasn’t going to help.
River nodded, taking the selkie to the backroom where all the cleaning stuff was stored. He began sweeping the inside of the shop and she ran two stores down to the hardware store, where she bought two pairs of heavy duty gloves and equally heavy duty trash bags.
When she returned, Fen was already sweeping clean the inside of the store, and she joined him. After an hour, the store itself was free of glass, and together they began sweeping up and disposing of all the broken glass on the sidewalk.
The sun was warm that day, one of the first really spring days yet that May. With all that lovely light, and the fresh wind blowing off of the ocean that lay just in front of them, River was almost able to forget the circumstances of their cleaning and enjoy the afternoon.