Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Author’s Notes:

Here is another quick little ‘simple tale’ that has become a multi-story arc.

‘Shifting Gears’ is the second story in the tale of Kyle MacDenny. It is the continuation of Shifting priorities Minimal effort is made here to explain the backstory so I highly recommended you read the previous story (Shifting priorities).

I hope you enjoy them.

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

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Shifting Gears

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The old motorcycle throbbed with unleashed power as Kyle MacDenny cruised down the Pacific Coast highway towards Santa Barbara. He was four days into his journey from Vancouver, BC.

He’d cut ties with the city of his birth when he’d packed his favorite clothes into his duffle, and donated the remaining items to charity including all furnishings of his apartment that were exclusively his. He’d handed his keys to the landlord and shook the man’s hand. It would be up to Mike to contact his ex-fiancé Gwen Carrington to let her collect the rest of the items in the apartment before it went back on the market.

Gwen was under court order to stay away from Kyle after she assaulted him, a flight attendant, and an Air Marshal on their recent flight back from France. The last time he’d seen her was in the courtroom and she’d avoided looking at him which was a small mercy. The judge ordered her to seek counseling on her obsessive behavior or face jail time. He hoped she took it to heart.

Kyle had informed his employer that he was giving his two week notice and in that time he’d be using the two weeks of vacation time they still owed him. His boss had been gracious as he really liked Kyle. He probably held out hope that Kyle might return to the fold once he’d recovered from whatever was driving him to make this bold change in his life.

Though he’d originally intended on flying to California, his plans had rapidly evolved. His minimizing effort meant leaving nothing he needed behind as it would be a permanent change. He gave notice on his storage unit.

It took a week to get his motorcycle roadworthy. It was a Harley Davidson Heritage Softail Classic he’d inherited from his father. It was the only thing he’d received when the emotionally distant man passed away. The few good memories he had of his father revolved around helping him maintain the machine. It was his father who inspired him to get his own license to ride.

He’d put it in storage well before meeting Gwen and when he’d discovered her surprisingly intense distaste for motorcycles, he’d… failed to mention he owned one. When he thought back on that, he realized it was probably the only act of defiance he’d ever made while she was changing him to be her ideal mate. While his relationship with his father had been anything but emotionally close, the motorcycle was… intensely important to him. He’d given it tender care over the years and kept it in running condition… when Gwen allowed him the free time.

Today, the big bike purred its deep rumble, expressing its satisfaction at finally being allowed to do what it did best. The late afternoon sunlight flashed across the expanse of chrome, making the highly buffed black paint look deeper and darker than it was. The black paint combined with the chrome detailing and big, shiny V twin engine was a beautiful combination. Especially when paired up with fat white-walled tires and kitted out with the studded leather trunk bag and twin saddlebags.

The three bags currently contained all of Kyle’s earthly belongings. He’d taken the minimizing ethic to heart and only retained the essentials. The feeling of freedom that gave him was incredible.

When he’d first received his inheritance, he’d been too intimidated to ride the powerful bike and only tinkered with it. One of the side benefits of Gwen’s pushing him to get so fit was that he was now strong enough to control the Harley. Still, riding it demanded his complete attention and respect.

He was wearing his leathers and a full face helmet which drew some stares, glares, and sneers from the riders who opted for T-shirts, jeans and those barely there skull toppers that left most of your head and face exposed. He shrugged it off as to each, their own.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He’d called Fiona last night to let her know he’d be arriving in Santa Barbara around the dinner hour. He grinned as he recalled her happy and excited squeal. She’d asked him to meet her at the new five star hotel her parents had recently built high on a hillside overlooking Santa Barbara and the ocean. They’d opened it the previous spring and the posh hotel was already in high demand. She was very proud of it and she wanted to show it off… and him as well.

He saw his exit and pulled off the highway, glad to be on a road with more interesting scenery. He followed the traffic through a shopping district which became a series of neighborhoods, all the while gradually making his way closer to the hills. Then he was winding his way upwards while the houses got larger and farther apart with more dense vegetation for privacy. Definitely the proper neighborhood for a grand hotel.

He spotted the hotel’s sign to the left and pulled off onto a smaller side road and finally into a large circular courtyard. A large Mercedes sedan was slowly easing its way backwards out of a parking spot close to the entrance so Kyle waited until he pulled away from the spot. As he maneuvered the big motorcycle into the spot he saw the sedan driver giving him the evil eye. Kyle grinned to himself as he pushed the kickstand out and shut off the motor. It felt good to stand and stretch.

He pulled off the helmet, stuffing his gloves inside, and ran his fingers through his hair as he looked in a rear view mirror. Meh, it would do. He took out his kerchief and dried his face and neck. He really needed a shower but first things first. He had a lady to see.

Two men in hotel uniforms stood on either side of the walkway leading into the front entrance of the hotel. They weren’t sure what to make of him in his black leathers. The entire five story building was built on a slope so the lobby was actually in the middle of the building, the third floor with two upper floors of guest suites and two lower floors with more guest suites. The main restaurant, lounge, and bar were also on the level with the lobby. It was a very wide building.

As Kyle walked in the sliding glass doors he heard a yelp and saw white blond hair rush out of the office door to the left of the wide reception counter. Fiona was grinning from ear to ear as she dashed across the lobby to jump into his arms.

The woman had large, top notch breast implants and watching her run towards him was almost as rewarding as feeling them pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He worried what was showing as she was wearing a dress that only came down as far as mid-thigh.

Her mouth was on his and her tongue was in his mouth as she clung to him. He kissed her passionately in return and felt her trembling in his arms. When he finally pulled back from her full lips she was swooning a little.

“Oh my god, I missed that!” she sighed.

“Hello Fiona,” he said with a smile as he gently lowered her to her feet.

She was drinking in how rough and rugged he looked in his leathers then her expression turned to surprise. “Wait! You’re wearing leather! I heard a deep rumble of a motorcycle! That was you?!?” she gasped.

He grinned at her and nodded.

“Show me!” she exclaimed with glee and dragged him by the hand out the doors. He led her to the motorcycle and she gasped.

“It’s gorgeous! Oh my god! You have to take me for a ride!” She paused as she heard what she’d said. She turned to look at him with a hungry smile. “You really have to take me for a ride,” she purred and he caught the innuendo.

“Are you ready to have this much power between your legs?” he asked with one raised brow.