Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Hands off woman!” Fiona said with a fake scowl.

“Who said anything about using our hands?” Gloria returned as she licked her lips again, shocking laughter and whoops from the group.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Kyle smiled but glanced nervously at Fiona who picked up the message loud and clear. He wasn’t up for being eaten alive, even if it was by this bevy of beauties. She put her arm around him protectively.

“Sorry girls, he’s not on the menu, tonight,” she teased. Eyes flashed in delight that she hadn’t forbidden a potential encounter with her lover at a future date.

Kyle heard that message as well and glanced once more at Fiona who was busy trading knowing smiles with her friends. So, she was willing to share her boy toy with her friends. Before he’d ridden down to see her he’d known that she wasn’t after a serious relationship. Hell, she’d made that clear in France when she’d happily shared him with the other ladies on the tour. She’d just divorced a bastard and was now looking for a little fun! It just felt a little… off putting to be so blatantly treated like… like… his mind returned to the uncomfortable but seemingly appropriate term, ‘man whore’. Wasn’t she paying his tab while he was down here? The term fit and his thoughts darkened.

“Table for seven for Albright?”

Monique raised her hand as they turned to see the hostess smiling at them. Gloria cheered.

As they followed the woman to their table on the patio with drinks in their hands, Kyle took some deep breaths of the fresh air and tried to shake off the funk creeping into his mood. Seize the day and all that. He was here to see where life took him and enjoy the company of a lovely woman. He didn’t have to be defined by this.

When they reached the table Kyle found himself being positioned at the head of the table with three women on each side.

“Ok, this doesn’t feel weird,” he said as they all took their seats and looked up the table towards him. “Why am I at the top?”

“You prefer to be a bottom?” Marion asked innocently from his immediate left.

“Definitely a top!” Fiona immediately returned with a wicked smile from his right.

Giggles went down the table and Kyle just smiled at the teasing but he wondered if he was going to be enduring it all night. He was beginning to wish one of their husbands had toughed it out to join them.

As if reading his unease, Marion leaned forward to catch Fiona’s attention… and expose her deep cleavage to Kyle who pulled his eyes away once he realized he was staring.

“Time to dish on your vacation!” the redhead begged.

Fiona smiled and nodded, getting cheers from the others. She began with explaining how Kyle’s fiancé had eloped at the last second and described her initial disagreement with Kyle. That drew sympathetic sounds from the women.

Then she told them how she spotted him leaving the Livingston’s hotel room that first night. Giggles erupted and she continued with the story of the others spotting him making out with one of the guides. This led to more giggles. She next mentioned how Alfred offered Kyle a night with her as the prize for winning a race.

Gasps of outrage burst from the ladies as Kyle’s face burned with embarrassment. She was painting a pretty shallow picture of him.

“In Kyle’s defence, none of these things were his doing. It was Skye Livingston and her mother who convinced him to spend a little time with them,” she explained simply.

“Both of them? At the same time?!?” Gloria exclaimed in shock and delight.

Kyle just nodded slightly with a weak smile. He needed to deflect their erroneous impression of him. “But Dita, the tour guide, was just giving me a kiss to thank me for massaging a cramp out of her calf when Alfred hit her with his bike. She was just being nice.”

“That night I found Kyle and I asked him to crush Alfred in the race the following day and he did. By eight minutes!” Fiona cheered.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t mentioned her other activity that night.

Charlize was especially excited about hearing how he’d won. “An eight minute lead! Shit! You must have been flying!”

The waiter arrived and they had to ask for more time to look at the menus. She took their drink orders and Fiona ordered him another drink.

Kyle saw Charlize was still waiting for a response so he smiled to her. “Yeah, he was a strong rider but he was in a rage that day and burned up most of his energy early on. He dominated the climb but I left him in the dust on the descent and sprint for the finish. He had nothing left.” He was grinning as he recalled the thrill of that ride.

“Alfred was so spent he toppled over at the end and broke his collarbone,” Fiona said with a grin and they cheered once more. “And I made him sign the divorce papers at the hospital!” Cheers erupted again. They were drawing stares from nearby tables.

Fiona’s eyes flew wide. “I almost forgot! Your winnings from Alfred’s wager!” She dug in her small purse and handed him an envelope. Inside, he saw a check for close to three thousand dollars. He nodded and pocketed the envelope. “Alfred had to pay for all of Kyle’s upgrades on the trip,” she explained to her friends.

“Was that the extent of Kyle’s reward?” Marion asked with a coy smile once the table was quiet again.

Fiona looked at Kyle with heat in her eyes. “Oh no, it was a very rewarding night in so many ways,” she purred as his face felt like it might ignite.

“I suppose that answers the question about your stamina,” Charlize said with a wink.

Kyle just smiled at her and looked down to straighten his napkin on his lap.

“Yes, the women certainly enjoyed the remaining days of the trip,” Fiona nodded to her friends.

Kyle was getting a little desperate to clear up the misconception. “Again, in my defense, I was just trying to enjoy the cycling in France. I wasn’t there looking for a… booty call!”

Fiona nodded in agreement. “It’s true and that’s what made it all the more delicious. Kyle isn’t a player and I’m sorry if I’m giving everyone that impression. He was always so sweet, discreet, and conscientious! Being fabulous in bed is a wonderful bonus.”

Kyle looked at her in surprise. So much for being discreet!

He was prevented from responding when the waitress returned only to be once more sent away for more time. Finally, they picked up their menus to choose.

Then he felt it. A bare foot slipped under his right pant leg to stroke the skin of his shin. Fiona.