Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“I did mention I’m an Investment Manager. I have my own investments which generate enough income to live on if I stick to a modest budget. Granted, from what I’ve seen so far, Santa Barbara isn’t exactly a place one easily lives modestly.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t you worry about Santa Barbara! I told you, you’re my guest.” Fiona said with a smile and patted his hand. He opened his mouth to protest and she placed her expensively manicured fingertips across his lips. He closed his mouth and kissed the pad of her finger while holding her eyes and she squirmed with tingles.

“Yes! Mmmm… Now… what was I saying?” She licked her lips absent mindedly as she watched his mouth.

Giggles erupted as they watched the flush on Fiona’s cheeks.

“You were going to tell us what you had planned for Kyle… aside from the obvious,” Phoebe offered then held two fingers against her face and wiggled her tongue between them.

The table erupted with shocked laughter again and even Kyle joined in this time as he hadn’t expected it from the quiet one.

“GAWD! Don’t do that, Phoebe! I’m getting all wet and tingly just imagining it!” Gloria begged pitifully. The slim blonde laughed and patted her shoulder.

Fiona held up her hands and they gradually settled down.

Kyle saw they were getting annoyed stares from the surrounding tables.

“I’m going to take him to see a concert at the Santa Barbara Bowl. I thought we’d spend a day at Butterfly Beach too. A trip to Los Angeles and from there over to Las Vegas. I have lots of things planned for Kyle.”

“Oh my god! Vegas! I haven’t been there in years! Can we come too?!?” Gloria begged.

“I don’t know… could Vegas survive this group?” Fiona said as she looked at the others in fake worry.

Giggles erupted but were interrupted by the arrival of their meals.

As they ate Fiona went over the itinerary and the others checked their calendars to see if they could free up some time to join them in Las Vegas. They all settled on a date, a weekend, and a cheer went up.

Kyle was watching the friends laughing and talking as they made their plans and he felt good that Fiona had such a great group. Yes, there was still a little tension evident between Fiona and Marion but it didn’t seem to be a deal breaker. They almost seemed to enjoy the competition. As long as there was mutual respect in the mix they could probably make it work.

Once they finished up and indulged in a little light dessert, they settled the bill and headed out.

“Are you up for some dancing tonight?” Charlize asked. Eyes lit up.

“Sorry ladies, tonight I’m keeping him all to myself. He’s had a long ride to get here and there’s more riding to be done.”

Her friends cheered with hoots and whoops as Kyle’s face warmed up and he shook his head with a wry grin. He raised a brow at Fiona and she mouthed she was sorry but grinned.

He gave them kisses on the cheek and friendly hugs and they took the opportunity to press their tits against him, run their hands over his back, grind pelvises, and in Gloria’s case, squeeze his ass. He took it with a good natured smile and was soon back in Fiona’s car zipping back through the streets of Santa Barbara towards the hotel.

“I hope they didn’t paw you too much,” Fiona said apologetically.

“No. Not more than a boy toy should expect,” he replied with a slightly exasperated look on his face.

She winced. “Was I pushing it too much?”

“Just a little.” He sighed as she pouted. “Listen, I don’t mind your enthusiasm and I enjoy how excited you get. Trust me, you make me damn excited too. I just think it might be better if you didn’t… oversell the sexual side of our… relationship.”

“Are we in a relationship?” she asked and Kyle heard a slight edge to her voice.

“We’ve both been burned too recently for it to be a good idea to begin a real relationship. Can we agree we’re friends with benefits?” She smiled and nodded vigorously. “That seems like a safe place to start. I understand you want to enjoy yourself. So do I but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to hire myself out as a stud service.”

She snorted and grinned at him. “Ok, I’m sorry for dangling you under their noses so much. It’s just… they’re so important to me and I’m so excited to have someone to show off that they even like! They couldn’t stand Alfred!”

He nodded and rested back in his seat, trying to ignore the ache in his hands as he gripped the door handle and seat so tightly.

Thankfully they quickly arrived at their destination, in one piece, and Fiona parked. They went inside and she quickly gave him a tour of the hotel. He was greatly impressed with the place and let her know. She glowed under his praise. She introduced him to the staff and then they grabbed his stuff from her office and headed outside.

He remounted the bags, pulled on his leather jacket and gloves, and slipped his helmet on. When he started the bike Fiona jumped a little and grinned excitedly. He pushed up his visor.

“I’m going to have to pick up a second helmet before I can take you for a ride on it,” he remarked.

“Ooo! I want to pick one out!” she said, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Please drive slower on your way to your place. I don’t want to race along unfamiliar windy roads,” he said and she nodded as she went back to her car.

She played nice and didn’t race along the roads hugging the hillside and soon she pulled up as steep slope towards a development of Mediterranean style townhomes. A garage door automatically opened and she parked on the right side letting him pull into the left side spot. The garage door closed behind them.

He locked up the motorcycle and grabbed his bags. Fiona walked up beside him and he turned to her.

“I have to admit, back in France when you mentioned Alfred had to get his stuff out of the condo I was picturing a tall building with apartments, not a townhome.”

She shook her head at him. “Too many earthquakes to make tall buildings a popular option.”

“Ah!” he said as he realised the sense in that.

She led him to the inner door and they went inside. The townhome was enormous inside and beautifully decorated. The kitchen was the first room they entered from the garage and he grinned at the state of the art appliances and amenities.

“Do you cook?” he asked, taking it in.

“No, not one of my skills. Alfred did though. You?” she asked.

He shrugged. “A little. Nothing spectacular. Comfort food like chili and meatloaf. I’m good at stuff like that. Nothing complex.”

He got the tour and admired the large party patio with its big barbeque and the table and chairs for ten. There was a view of Santa Barbara in the distance and pretty lights hung above the table and lit the area with a warm glow. Very intimate!

“Last but certainly not least, the master bedroom,” she purred as she guided him down a hall and through large double doors. The king sized bed dominated the room which was a task as the room was very large. It also looked very inviting.

Kyle smiled at Fiona and walked to stand before her. She smiled up at him. “I’ve been waiting all night to do this,” he said.