Mafia Desire (Erotica)

NEW TITLE: Shifting Priorities (erotica)

Author’s Notes:

This was another quick little ‘simple tale’ that evolved into something crazily unexpected. I enjoyed the ride.

I hope you enjoy it too.

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

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Shifting Priorities

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The tour company bus was going to leave without him.

That thought circled his brain as he ran down the sidewalk towards the train station’s parking lot. While most tour guests probably arrived on the 10AM train, Kyle had come in the previous night as he was supposed to meet his fiancé Gwen at a quaint hotel in the small town. He’d flown to France from Canada and had taken an early morning train to reach the tour’s starting point. Gwen was already in France working as an editor for one of the authors of the publishing house she worked for.

Kyle had booked this, very expensive, vacation to rebuild their relationship which had been going through a rough patch over the past few months. They’d been together for five years and both had a love for being outdoors and cycling especially. The couples and adults only cycling holiday was their chance to reconnect. He’d hoped to recapture the bliss of their love for each other.

Luxury accommodations were a condition Gwen had insisted on, hence the choice of this particular tour company and package. He’d tried to argue for a more affordable trip but she’d told him flat out if he wasn’t willing to invest his money in their relationship there was no point.

So here he was in France, but the trip, so far, hadn’t turned out as he’d hoped at all.

The previous day as he’d checked in, instead of finding his fiancé, he found a letter from her at the reception desk. He’d taken it to his room to read.

Gwen wasn’t joining him on the vacation. In fact, she’d never intended to. At her request, he’d paid the full price for their vacation and then some, digging deep into the savings he’d worked so hard for. She’d written that this was punishment for not giving her the lifestyle she deserved and it was the final lesson he’d needed to learn from her.

Instead of joining him, she was going to marry the author. He realized she’d become wife number three for the man. The author was wealthy, worldly, and eighteen years older than his twenty-five. Gwen was just twenty-four so her forty-three-year-old husband had himself a new trophy wife.

Kyle had met Gwen in college. He was taking an Investment Management course and she was in a Publishing course, and he’d fallen for the petite brunette hard. She was 4″ shorter than his 5′ 10″ and beyond lovely. Short, tousled black hair, large blue eyes behind serious black rimmed glasses, cute button nose, and a wide, friendly smile. She kept her body trim and fit and was delighted that he was willing to follow her request to get his body in shape as well. Under her coaching he worked hard and quickly lost the soft pudginess on this frame. Muscles grew and hardened and he even stopped eating the foods he liked. He endured this willingly as it kept a smile on her face. He adjusted to his new fitness regimen and diet as her happiness was his greatest joy.

She’d proven to be more experienced in bed than him but he was a quick learner and she taught him much about what to do to make her happy between the sheets. Gwen was his first and only.

Those early days had been very exciting and they’d discovered a mutual love for cycling.

He got a good job once he graduated and so did she. They had rapidly growing careers and supported each other during their upward climb through their respective positions. Kyle thought they had a really good thing going.

Now with her final act of cruelty, he knew he’d been the only one in the relationship who thought so.

Once he’d finished crying after reading the letter, Kyle had wandered down to the bar feeling like he had a ragged hole in his heart. He tried to fill that hole with scotch. He’d barely managed to get back to his room and slept through his alarm this morning.

He was damned if he was going to lose all of the money on this trip. He loved cycling, it wouldn’t betray him and rip his heart out so viciously as Gwen did, so he decided to proceed with the trip on his own.

He just had to get to the bus before it left without him.

Running with a hangover wasn’t how he wanted to start his vacation. But then, neither was discovering he’d been dumped.

He sighed with relief as he saw the tour company van was still there and they were only beginning to load the luggage into the trailer. A passenger van was parked behind the trailer.

A cheerful, young blond woman wearing the jersey of the tour company and carrying a tablet PC turned to smile at him as he arrived out of breath.

“Good morning! You made it!” she said with a grin.

“Almost didn’t,” he gasped.

“Your name?” she asked.

“Kyle. Kyle MacDenny.”

“Ah! Here you are!” she said looking at her tablet. She ticked the box next to his name and saw the name linked to his. She looked up and past Kyle. “Will Gwen Carrington be joining us soon? We need to get on the road.”

“She’s, uh, she’s not coming,” he said with a distinctly uncomfortable look on his face.

“Oh! Oh, ok, well… let’s get your bag stored and you can take a seat in the van.” She smiled awkwardly at him and made a notation on the tablet to indicate the cancellation.

He sighed and put his duffle with the other luggage being loaded into the trailer. He nodded to the tall, dark, and handsome man handling the luggage. Kyle turned and came face to face with an equally tall and lovely blond woman with a prominent, strong nose and a long ponytail who was helping the man with the loading. He smiled at her as well. Both were slim and very fit looking in their matching tour jerseys so these were obviously the other guides. He saw a couple and a mother and daughter standing on the sidewalk next to the van. He smiled and nodded to them then climbed inside.

The back of the van was equipped with two rows of three seats and a third row for four. Ten seats. He wondered if they rented the vans based on the size of the group they had. He made his way to the back row.

His head was really thumping by this point so he almost missed the pleasant greeting from a petite red haired woman seated in the middle of the middle row. She was sitting next to a large bear of a black man who was snoring against the window.

“Sorry, bit of a headache this morning. Good morning, I’m Kyle,” he said, tucking his small shoulder bag on the van’s rear bench as he turned to her.

“I’m Kimberly,” she said as she reached out her hand. He shook it. “The big guy next to me is my husband David. He had a few too many glasses of wine last night,” she said with an embarrassed eye roll.

Kyle gave her a smile as he touched his temple which continued to thump. “Then I can sympathize with him.” She gave him a false scowl then grinned as he moved back to drop himself on the bench. He slid himself along the bench to the window and leaned his left temple against the glass as the cool surface made his head feel a little better. He let his eyes close and just listened to the people boarding. Kimberly was greeting everyone as they climbed inside so he guessed she was a very social person.

When a soft weight landed on his right hip Kyle’s eyes flew open. He looked into the shocked and apologetic eyes of a woman who was moving back to the middle of the seat. She seemed a little older than he was but had a kind of… classic Hollywood allure. Gwen had been overly fond of those old movies. This woman looked… like a brunette version of Grace Kelly. That lovely auburn hair was pulled back and fell to her shoulders. She was fairly slim but she’d felt pretty soft when she’d landed on him.

“I’m so sorry about that!” she gushed, her British accent catching Kyle’s ear. “My clumsy daughter knocked me as I was sitting.”

He smiled at her. “Not a problem.”

She smiled gratefully. “I’m Helen.” Gesturing to her right she continued. “This is my daughter Skye.”

“Hi, I’m Kyle,” he replied and nodded to the younger version of Helen sitting on her opposite side.

“Are you travelling alone?” Skye asked, her accent as thick as her mother’s.

He opened his mouth to answer but there was a noise from the front of the van. He closed his mouth and just nodded as he looked forward, missing the grin on Skye’s face as she nudged her flustered mother.

The woman with the tablet was smiling at the group before her. “Ok, we’re all here and the bags are loaded in the trailer. My name is Vivian Dalton but you can call me Viv and my partners are Dita Marek who will be driving the support van behind us today and Jules Michel who’s in the driver seat next to me.” The man waved with a smile.

“We will be with you for the next six days, riding through the beautiful French countryside. We have nine cyclists with us this trip, only one cancellation. That’s a good size group. Not too big so we shouldn’t lose more than two of you. I’m kidding!” The group chuckled politely at her silly joke.

“With the GPS bike computers and two of us on our bikes with you at all times you won’t be getting lost. From the survey you filled out we know we have a good mix of skill levels. From the elite,” she gestured to a man in the first row with salt and pepper hair and he pumped his fist enthusiastically. “To the casual.” She gestured to the platinum blond woman sitting next to the elite cyclist. The woman just raised an expensively manicured slim hand.

Vivian went over the basic rules and how they would support the riders during the rides. She explained how the accommodations would work and which meals they would be responsible for managing on their own.

Then it was introduction time.

Mr. Elite Cyclist was first. He turned to face the back. Kyle saw he was probably in his fifties but he seemed to be full of vitality.

“I’m Albert Hollings. I’m a cardiac surgeon from Santa Barbara, California.” He smiled and nodded to the others.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.