Author's Notes:

This was another quick little 'simple tale' that evolved into something unexpected. I rather 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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Chapter 1

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.

The woman next to him turned to face back and Kyle saw she was much younger than her... husband? Maybe in her early thirties? She was also very beautiful though her symmetry may have been assisted by surgery. She'd likely seen the inside of spa's on a frequent basis as well. Still, her looks caught the eye which was obviously her goal.

"I'm Fiona Hollings. Unlike Albert, I'm more into yoga and going to the gym so I hope I won't slow everyone down," she said with a smiling pout. With her full lips that pout was significant.

"You'll likely be keeping me company then!" the woman seated next to her said with a big smile. "I'm Larissa. I'm a casual cyclist as well. I just ride my bike to work and back. My husband Carl and I are from Boulder, Colorado. I'm a dental hygienist." She had short brown hair, a pleasant round face, and a sunny disposition. Nothing surgically enhanced for her.

Kyle guessed her age to be in her early thirties as was her husband. He saw her getting along with Kimberly quite well.

Seated directly behind Larissa, her husband spoke next. "Carl Burkette. I'm a bank manager. Larissa is being modest about her riding. We also ride our bikes on the weekend though that's the only riding I do."

Carl looked like he was carrying extra pounds on him. With Kimberly sitting between him and her husband she looked especially tiny.

"I'm Kimberly Wallis. I'm an Administrative Assistant at the Children's Hospital in Philadelphia. I love cycling and try to ride every day! I bully this big guy into joining me as often as he can," she said gesturing to her husband.

The man was awake now and gave his wife a weary look before he addressed the others. "I'm David. I'm regional manager for the Sparkle Beverage Company in Philadelphia. I don't ride much. I prefer football. I played it in college."

Faces turned in his direction and Kyle sat up a little straighter. "I'm Kyle MacDenny. Investment Manager for an investment house in Vancouver, BC." He saw some confused expressions. "Canada." Awareness dawned. "We're- I'm a big fan of cycling," he finished awkwardly. Speaking as a couple was a habit he needed to break himself of, soon!

He glanced over at Helen who was watching him. She smiled then jumped a little.

"Oh! Me! Well... my name is Helen Livingston and I'm from London, England. I'm between jobs at the moment. Taking a little break. I've been trying a number of outdoor activities to determine which one I like best. Cycling is my current favorite but I'm not much more than a casual rider." She looked to her daughter.

"My name is Skye. I'm here with my mum to enjoy some quality time with her and have some fun!" the young woman enthused, bumping shoulders with her mum.

"That's wonderful! So we have six Americans, Two Brits, and a single Canadian!" Vivian called out.

"Are you single?" Skye asked Kyle boldly.

"Skye!" Helen gasped.

Kyle was nodding before he caught himself and looked away from the grinning girl.

Vivian got their attention once more. "I'm American too, living my dream here in France. My boyfriend is on a professional team and rides in the Tour de France. Jules was born here so his French may be a little better than mine and Dita is our resident Czech. Between the three guides you have all the translation services you'll need for the tour, though my Canadian is a little rusty. Sorry."

Laughter erupted while Kyle just smiled and nodded.

"Seriously though, if you have any questions please just let one of us know. We're here to make your trip the best one possible. We'll be reaching our start point in about an hour where we'll have lunch then get the bikes all settled for your first ride this afternoon. The route is fairly easy but very scenic. For now just sit back and relax," Vivian explained.

Kyle took her advice and closed his eyes to will his headache away.

He hoped the riding would make up for the rough start this trip had begun with.

Chapter 2

The road hummed happily under the wheels of his racing bike. Gwen had insisted that he spend the extra to get them the upgraded bicycles so here he was enjoying the perk regardless of her spiteful intent.

When he discovered that Kimberly, the sole female racer in the group, would fit the upgraded bike he'd already paid for, he offered it to her.

He'd endured her squeals of joy and hugs and she hadn't stopped gushing to him about how amazing it rode. Her incessant chatter was driving him nuts.

When Albert, also riding one of the upgraded racers, shot away from the front of their group, Jules followed and Kyle saw Kimberly's muscles twitch so he told her to give chase. To really push her bike to its limit. And herself.

With a happy smile to him and a glance at her husband she was off like lightning. A minute later the rest of the group was happily riding along in relative silence.

"Thank you."

Kyle looked over at David and nodded with a smile.

"Telling her to chase him was genius. It's so much quieter now!" the husband said, sighing in relief. A few of the others chuckled at his look of happiness.

Kyle grinned as he understood exactly how the man felt.

"You're riding one of those fancy bikes, why aren't you racing ahead too?" Skye asked him as she came up to his side. She had the flat bar model of the standard bike and seemed to have no trouble riding it.

"Today's ride is short enough. I thought I'd just enjoy the scenery on this one," he replied.

"So, who was the other bike originally for?" she asked and Kyle heard her mother making another sound of protest at her daughter's boldness.

He sighed. Maybe it was better to get it all out now so he wouldn't have to deal with it the entire trip. "I was supposed to be taking this trip with my fiancé but she chose to elope with an author she worked with instead."

"Shit! This is an expensive trip! You should have cancelled and gotten your money back!" David blurted.

"I didn't find out until last night."

Kyle heard exclamations of shock from several of the riders around him.

"She waited until last night to tell you?" Skye asked in surprise.

Kyle saw this story was growing so he tried to sum it up quickly. "She was working here in France and I was to meet her at the hotel last night. When I arrived there was a letter from her saying she'd run off to get married to this other guy and she'd only had me pay for this trip, with the upgrades, to punish me for not 'giving her the lifestyle she deserved'. This was the first time I'd heard our lifestyle wasn't meeting her expectations." His heart was aching but he shrugged. "I could have just gone home but I'd booked the vacation days, the trip was paid for, and I love France and cycling. I'm going to enjoy myself!"

"Good for you!" David said. Speaking quieter, he glanced at the others then back. "I think you dodged a bullet."

Kyle grinned at him and nodded. He was beginning to think so too. He saw his story was being relayed to the other riders in the group. Hopefully that would be the end of the speculation.

A short while later Fiona made her way up to ride next to him. Now that he could see her properly he let himself take a quick look. She was maybe 5' 6" and looked especially petite leaning over her handlebars. Her platinum blonde hair was tucked up under her helmet but it still reached her shoulders. She had big Hollywood sunglasses hiding her eyes. She looked just a little winded so Kyle thought she was doing fine. He smiled to her and she returned it. It took a great deal of effort to keep from staring at her large but obviously fake tits squeezed into the cycling jersey she wore.

"I heard what happened," she said.

He picked up what she meant pretty quickly so he just nodded.

"Are you rich?" she asked and he looked at her with wide eyes.

"Am I rich?"

"Yes, are you rich?" she asked again.

"That's a rather personal question," he replied.

"That's silly. It's a simple question!" she responded with a frown and that pout.

"It's actually not and why are you asking it at all?" he asked.

"You said your fiancé left you because she said you weren't 'giving her the lifestyle she deserved'. If you're rich and she felt neglected..."

"Really?" he asked in surprise. Then he saw she was still waiting for an answer. "Let me clarify things for you. No, I'm not rich, just careful with my money. That said, I never neglected Gwen in any way. She was my world. I gave... I gave her everything! What she wrote doesn't indicate how I treated her. It's how she expects her new rich husband to treat her. I wish her luck with that. She's wife number three for an asshole who knows a thing or two about pre-nup agreements."

When she pouted again as if his answer upset her, he'd had enough. He mashed the pedals and leapt ahead of the group to be alone. He took deep breaths and kept his eyes on the scenery and soon he was feeling a little better.

They eventually found their way into the parking lot of a huge chateau, their first overnight stay. Vivian was there with Dita by the support van.

Jules was also there with Alfred and Kimberly, the latter still chattering excitedly about the ride. Alfred was looking pretty happy too. He'd gotten his race companions after all.

As Kyle stopped next to them Alfred walked over to shake his hand.

"I wanted to thank you for upgrading Kimberly's bike. She's an amazing rider and gave me quite a race to the finish line! We almost left Jules in the dust!"

Kyle smiled at the man's excitement as Kimberly rushed up to give him another hug. He looked over their heads to Jules who smiled and shook his head slightly. Kyle didn't think these two could outride someone who made his living on a bicycle.

"Thank you! Thank you! Tha-"

"Kimberly! Enough! You're very welcome! I don't need to hear you say it anymore. I'm just glad the upgrade didn't go to waste," Kyle said firmly but with a smile and the woman grinned back, nodding.

The remaining members of their group arrived and Vivian got their attention.

"Just leave your bikes with us but take your helmets with you. Your bags have been taken to your rooms. Check in with registration to get your keys. Dinner tonight is in the chateau's dining room and is covered except for alcohol. Additionally, the bar afterwards, should you choose to visit it, is not covered," she explained. "We'll meet you back here tomorrow morning at 9AM. Have a lovely night!"

They made their way inside to the reception area, admiring the décor of the huge building on the way.

Kyle somehow ended up being the first in line. He smiled at the young woman behind the desk. "Hi, Kyle MacDenny."

"Ah! Monsieur MacDenny! We have the Princess Suite for you," the woman said in a charming French accent he could have listened to all night. Then what she said about his upgraded room sank in and it all came back to him. She glanced at the screen with a curious frown then looked back to see his pained expression. "Will Mrs. MacDenny be joining you? I do not see that her bag was taken to the room."

He shook his head. "There is no Mrs. MacDenny. The woman I was supposed to be traveling with... made other plans. I don't need a suite. A smaller room would be fine."

"I'm sorry. We have no other rooms available," she said with a sympathetic expression.

He turned to see Carl and Larissa watching him. "Would you guys like to switch rooms with me, no extra charge?"

"What's wrong with your room?" Carl asked.

"Nothing. The Princess Suite is just bigger than I need," he sighed.

"Yes! We'll take it!" Larissa yelped happily, clapping her hands. Carl snorted in amusement.

Kyle smiled and turned back to the woman at the counter. They made the switch and the staff were sent to move the bags.

Once Kyle was squared away in his very nice smaller room he cleaned up and put on some nice clothes for dinner. He had time so he wandered the grounds, soaking in the ambiance. There was a small lake with swans floating back and forth. He spotted Helen and Skye going for a walk. They spotted him and Skye changed their course to join up with him.

"Hi! I heard you gave up the Princess Suite to the Burkettes." Helen said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Yeah, I thought the whole Princess thing would ruin my image as a lone wolf renegade," he said with a small grin.

Helen giggled and even Skye cracked a grin.

"Did you get a special room at each of the chateaus?" the daughter asked.

"No, not all of them offered upgrades. I called each of the chateaus on the itinerary to see what was available and booked what I could," he said with a shrug.

"Will you be surprising others with free upgrades in the future?" Skye asked.

"Skye! You're such a cheeky girl!" Helen scolded her daughter who was showing no remorse.

Kyle grinned at the mother. "Yes, she is. But she may also be right. We'll just have to see how it goes. You never know, some days I may feel like a princess."

That caught Helen off guard causing her to snort. She burst into an almost hysterical giggle at the sound he'd surprised from her. He watched her with a big grin and she swatted his arm gently as her face warmed with a blush.

"Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?" Skye asked.

Realizing he wasn't looking forward to being by himself he nodded gratefully and Helen smiled happily at him.

They made their way inside and saw some of the others were already seated at their tables. Helen informed the hostess that Kyle would be joining them and she had a place setting added to their table.

The food was excellent and Kyle splurged and ordered a bottle of wine with dinner.

Helen proved to be a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol and became increasingly giggly. Kyle was feeling just the hint of a pleasant buzz but Skye showed no effects at all.

When dinner was over they made their way into the bar to get another drink. They were joined by the rest of their group. The bartender smiled as he saw the customers entering.

Kyle, Helen, and Skye took seats at the bar and placed their orders.

The Burkettes stopped beside Helen. "Kyle, thank you for switching rooms with us! The Princess Suite is gorgeous!" Larissa gushed.

"Your welcome. That's great!" he replied with a smile.

"It's huge! Is your room nice?" Carl asked.

"Yes, it's perfect for me. Not too big," he nodded.

"Apparently, he has a few other special rooms booked so we'll just have to stay on his good side to have a chance to get the next upgrade!" Skye said, teasingly, bouncing her eyebrows at the ladies.

Larissa and Helen burst into giggles as Kyle shook his head with a grin.

They ordered drinks and talked a little about their jobs back home.

Albert walked in with Fiona on his arm and Kyle thought they looked like the picture perfect example of a rich husband and his trophy wife. The man couldn't have looked more pleased with himself and Fiona was dazzling in that airbrushed, artificial perfection, her hair gleaming under the lights. Her blouse struggled to contain her tits and exposed quite a bit of cleavage, gold chains disappearing between the large orbs.

David and Kimberly walked in directly behind the Hollings, the petite redhead giving Kyle a big smile and a wave which he returned.

"What are we drinking?" David asked.

Helen and Skye gestured to their wine glasses.

Kyle lifted his tumbler. "Scotch."

The big man's eyes lit up. "I knew there was something I liked about you!" He gestured to the bartender to set him up with a scotch as well.

Kimberly frowned at her husband disappointedly.

Alfred ordered himself a scotch while Fiona asked for a Black Russian. Kimberly just ordered a club soda as she said she didn't drink.

Carl and Larissa decided to stick with cola as they'd had wine with dinner too and were concerned about the difficulty of the next day's ride. Apparently there would be some moderate climbing.

"I thought you two were from Boulder, Colorado. I'd have thought you were used to hilly rides?" Alfred asked.

Carl answered for them. "We stay out of the mountains for the most part. We walk the higher grades."

"Just ride at your own pace," Kyle said with a smile. He was feeling very relaxed.

"Since you're riding one of the faster bikes, are you going to join us elite racers out front tomorrow?" Alfred asked Kyle. There was definitely a challenge in his voice and Kyle just smiled at the man.

"We'll have to see how the spirit takes me. I intend to ride hard on a couple of days at least, just to see what the bike can do. Maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe not."

"Why did you get the better bike if you aren't going to use it to its full potential?" Alfred pushed with a grin.

"He got the upgrades because his ex-fiancé demanded them to punish him before she dumped him," Fiona told her husband keeping her eyes on Kyle.

Alfred had obviously missed the story when he'd raced ahead. "Ex-fiancé? Is that who you were bringing with you on this trip?"

Kyle nodded as his mood began to sour. He gestured to the bartender for another. The rest moved to tables leaving Kyle, Helen, and Skye at the bar.

Helen saw his frown and put her arm around his back to give him a friendly hug. "Cheer up! It's her loss, I'd say!"

Kyle smiled at the woman who was leaning against him in a rather familiar way. Definitely a lightweight. "Thanks Helen. That's sweet of you to say."

The woman grinned and squeezed him again before turning back to her drink.

Kyle looked over at Skye who was giving him the oddest smile.

A short time later Alfred returned to the bar for refills. "What's this I hear about free room upgrades?" the man exclaimed at Kyle's elbow.

Helen spun around to address the man. "This fine young gentleman purchased a few upgraded rooms on our trip. He generously offered the first one to the Burkettes."

Skye leaned forward to join in. "If he feels so inclined, he might offer the next one to you and your missus."

"Maybe we could race for it?" he asked Kyle.

Kyle knew Alfred was burning to race somebody on this trip. The tour they were on didn't really have too many days where the route was really challenging but there was an alternate route on day three which could be used to test their mettle. He turned to look at Alfred whose eyes were twinkling with excitement. The man was definitely fit and was an avid cyclist. Kyle was no slouch himself. It would be kind of fun pushing himself to chase the 'elite rider'. He grinned and the other matched it. "Day three, alternate route? I have an upgraded room in the chateau that evening."

"YES! You're on!" Alfred cheered and held out his hand to shake on it.

Kyle laughed and shook the man's hand. It looked like he'd just made the man's whole trip.

"Wait! You get the upgraded room if you win. What does Kyle get when he beats you?" Skye said, intentionally saying 'when', not 'if'. Her eyes flashed with challenge.

Alfred barked a confident laugh. "He has all of tomorrow to think of something. And all of the following day to realize it didn't matter. I won't lose."

Kyle just shook his head with a grin. The man looked like he had reason to feel that confident. Kyle was just going to push himself with Alfred's help and see how hard he could ride. It didn't really matter to him if he won or not.

The bartender handed Alfred his scotch and another Black Russian for Fiona. He walked away drinks in hands, gleefully chuckling.

Kyle sipped at his drink as he watched Alfred telling his wife, the Burkettes, and the Wallis' about the challenge. Surprised eyes turned back in his direction and, feeling silly, he raised his tumbler in salute. They raised theirs in return. Then his eyes locked on Fiona's as she smiled and nodded ever so slightly to him.

When he turned back to the bar, Skye was watching him with a knowing smile. She leaned in.

"Are you going to ask that blow-hard for a tumble with his wife?" she whispered.

"What!?! No!" Kyle exclaimed in shock.

"It would serve him right for being so overconfident!" Skye said with a shrug and a smile.

"What would?" Helen asked having missed the first part.

"Nothing, just more cheekiness from Skye," Kyle said to nip the conversation in the bud.

They got another drink then joined the others at the tables as they talked about cycling and other ways they relaxed. Fiona tried to convince everyone how yoga would improve their lives. David asked her to demonstrate the breathing exercises three times before she caught on that he just wanted to see her blouse open with each inhalation. She shook her finger at him with a fake scowl but Albert laughed the loudest.

Kyle glanced at the clock and decided he'd head back to his room to get some sleep. He was still feeling the remnants of the previous night's binge.

"It's been a lovely night but I think I'll head off to bed," he said with a smile for the others.

Helen pouted and Skye stood up as well. "I think it's time for us to go as well." Her mother looked up at her in surprise but got to her feet at her daughter's tug.

Albert snorted. "Isn't this backwards? Aren't the young supposed to stay up all night partying and the oldsters go to bed early?"

"I'll take that as a compliment!" Helen teased. At 36, she was the second oldest in the group, second only to Albert's 56 years.

Skye moved her mother along but Helen's stability wasn't so good with the wine in her system.

"Ooo! The room's spinning a bit, dear," Helen sighed.

"Kyle, there's no elevator in this building. Would you help me get mum up to our room?" Skye asked sweetly.

He looked at her then Helen and saw the shy smile on the mother's face. He smiled. "Sure." He wrapped an arm around the woman's back and walked her down the hall to the stairs. He helped her up to the second floor, the whole time her body was pressed tight against his, hip to hip. She clung to his hand on her hip as it supported her.

As they climbed he heard her breathing oddly so he glanced over. Her eyes were half lidded and she was biting her lower lip sexily which began to wake parts of his anatomy. Seeing such a seductive expression on her lovely features was more than a little stimulating.

He glanced over at Skye and she was smiling to herself. They finally got to the room and Helen was breathing pretty hard at this point.

"Sleep well-" Kyle began.

"I think mum is going to need a little more help before that's possible, Kyle."

He looked at Skye in question and saw she had a wicked grin on her lips.

"You've gotten her all hot and bothered after all. You can't leave her in that state!" Skye said and opened the door. Helen was blushing furiously at her daughter's words but she wasn't arguing. She lifted her eyes to his hopefully then her eyes tracked downwards and saw he was showing against his pants. Her smile grew.

Kyle was out of his element here. "I don't think-"

"We'll be discreet. No one needs to know. Just a little bit of fun. A release of some pent-up tension and frustration. We could all use a little of that it seems!" Skye grinned, also looking at the bulge in his pants.

Kyle's eyes widened as Helen took his hand and Skye gently pulled on his other one. He was stunned to find himself following them into the room.

Skye closed the door and locked it as Helen led him further into the room. He quickly glanced around and saw there was just one decently large bed. He supposed mother and daughter would share it- He jolted as he realized the bed wasn't the only thing they planned to share tonight.

He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this. It was so out of character for him. The scotch had relaxed him but he was by no means drunk. What the hell was he doing?

The first thought that went through his mind was, what would Gwen think? His next thought was a hot flash of not giving a fuck what she thought! It was obvious to him now that Gwen had a roaming eye and her idea of an ideal match had more to do with a bank balance than love.

Her intrusion on his thoughts now was not welcome. He pushed her out of his mind and asked himself... what do I want?

When Helen stepped close and tilted her face up to his, there was no hesitation. He kissed her and found her mouth to be very soft and sensual. She moaned when his kiss became demanding. His hands went into her hair and their passion grew. She submitted to his need and clung to his hard body as his kiss fanned the flames of her own desire.

When he pulled back from the kiss they were both breathing hard and looking deeply into each other's eyes. Skye's hands circled around his body to begin undoing his shirt. Helen worked the buttons of her own blouse as Skye pulled his shirt off.

"Ooo! You've a lovely body!" Helen sighed looking at Kyle's strong toned arms, firm chest, and tight stomach muscles.

His mind returned to him for a moment of clarity. "Wait, aren't you married?" he blurted.

"Divorced," Helen said with a grin.

Kyle suddenly felt firm tits pressing against the bare skin of his back as Skye's hands began working the buckle on his belt, then the button and zipper on his pants. This shocked him back to reality. Geezus, he was really doing this? Once more he heard Gwen's criticism in his head and his resolve strengthened to put her out of his thoughts.

Helen's blouse fell to the floor and his eyes locked onto her breasts straining to be freed from her bra. She reached back, undid the clasp, and pulled the straps forward exposing a very lovely pair of breasts.

Skye's tits slid down his back as she pushed his pants and underwear down.

"Oh my! That's a very nice cock too!" Helen gasped as she faced it. She pushed her skirt and panties down as she knelt in front of him and smiled up at him. Skye pressed her lips to his ass and he started from the strange sensation and looked over his shoulder at the young woman squeezing his ass. He gasped when he felt lips on his cock and looked forward to see Helen holding his eyes as she took his hard cock deep into her mouth.

"That feels incredible!" he moaned and Helen's eyes twinkled with joy.

"This ass is incredible! So fucking firm!" Skye purred as she squeezed his cheeks with her fingers.

After working Kyle's cock into a rock solid state Helen pulled back with a pop and squeezed the base as she admired her handiwork. "Skye, look at this! It's a good length and thickness! Better than your father's!"

"Mum! I don't want to hear about dad's privates!" Skye whined.

Helen chuckled. "Sorry, love! I'm just a little over-excited. It's been over two years since I've been with a man!"

"Again mum, too much information!"

Kyle couldn't help chuckling at that as here was a daughter stark naked before her mother preparing to have sex with a stranger. He bent and helped Helen to her feet as Skye got to her own and rushed around to the other side of the bed.

"Kyle, why don't you lie down on the bed so we can both ride you at the same time."

"Dear, he only has one cock," Helen said in confusion.

"Yes, but don't forget he has a mouth too," Skye said with a grin.

Helen's eyes flew wide as the idea hadn't occurred to her.

To be fair, the idea of being with them simultaneously hadn't occurred to Kyle either but he was quickly accepting his role in this 'little bit of fun'. The more it flew in the face of what he'd have been 'allowed' to do, the more appealing it became.

He climbed on the bed and Helen looked at her daughter in question.

"Why don't you let him use his mouth on you first?" the young woman suggested.

"I've never done that before," Helen said nervously.

"How about you Kyle, have you ever given face? Are you good at it?" Skye asked.

He flashed back to a memory of Gwen screaming through a mighty orgasm and nodded with a hot smile.

"Mmmm! I'm looking forward to my turn!" the young woman purred.

He slid down a little on the bed and Skye helped her mother get into position over Kyle's face. The woman gripped the bed's ornate headboard as she slowly lowered her pussy towards his waiting mouth. She sucked in a breath and twitched as he began to kiss the inside of her thighs. She bit her lip and moaned.

Kyle was beginning to really enjoy himself. He knew what to do here and each kiss and lick was having the desired effect. He sucked in a breath when he felt Skye rolling a condom over his cock... with her mouth. He moaned as she plunged his cock deeper and deeper.

When Helen finally settled on his face he got to work and she immediately moaned in bliss and tightened her grip on the headboard. He'd been expecting this and worked with the natural rolling of her hips.

"Oh! Oh god! Kyle! Yes! There! Right there!" Helen chanted under her breath as bliss radiated from her tingling pussy.

Kyle moaned deep into Helen's wet channel as he felt Skye's tight pussy sliding down over his cock. The sensations were a little muted by the condom but it still felt awesome! She was taking more and more of him until he felt her settle down on his body. He was fully inside. She rocked slightly side to side as she became accustomed to his size. He knew he wasn't particularly large but Skye was on the small side herself.

He went back to work on Helen with new energy and she began to gasp and shake as his tongue sent bolts of bliss through her body.

"Mum! He fills me up so well!" Skye sighed as she began to slowly lift and drop herself on his cock.

He began to thrust his hips up every time she dropped on him. This finished each stroke with a slap which had the desired effect of accelerating her pleasure.

"Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Skye whimpered as the delicious vibrations spread through her tender flesh. Her release was quickly racing up on her.

Helen had begun to grind against Kyle's mouth so he sped up his sucking and licking to keep pace.

"Ahhh! Kyle! Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm cumming! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Helen cried as her trembling became a full-on quake. She squeezed his head between her thighs as her muscles spasmed through her release.

Kyle reached down blindly to grip Skye's hips to pull her down more forcefully with each thrust and she peaked and squealed through her own orgasm.

"FFFFUUUUUCCCKKK!!" the young woman yelled as her pussy squeezed his cock in pulses. He held her tight against his body and rocked her side to side to prolong her pleasure. She sucked in her breath as the pleasure sharpened and she finally flung herself onto the bed next to him to stop the intensity. She threw an arm over her eyes as she panted.

Helen moved herself down Kyle's body gingerly as she was still feeling the residual aftershocks. She was smiling down at him when his cock found her wet opening. Her expression changed to surprise as the head slipped inside and she froze.

Kyle hadn't cum yet and he was getting close so he gripped her hips and pushed down, sliding his cock deeper into her wet opening.

"Ooo! God you feel good! It's been so long!" Helen sighed.

He smiled up at her and rolled them over until he was resting on top of her, his cock reaching her very depths.

"Ahhh god! So good!" she whimpered.

Kyle began to slowly draw himself out and thrust in with energy and she gasped each time his body slapped against hers. He felt his own release rushing up and his need grew.

Helen was thrashing her head back and forth under him as she was almost delirious with the delicious sensations.

"Oh Kyle! I'm going- I'm there- It's happening! I'm cum- Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHHHYYYEESSSS!! Helen howled as she shook under his pounding thrusts.

"Fuck! I'm cumming too!" he grunted and ground himself against her as he filled the condom.

After a bit, he pulled back as Helen was showing signs of becoming too sensitive. He gently slid his cock free of the woman and she sighed happily.

He settled down on the mattress between the two women who were both smiling blissfully. He stared up at the ceiling, the reality of what he'd just done making him wonder what the fuck had gotten into him? He'd never done anything this impulsive before. Having sex with a sexy mother and her daughter, at the same time? Unreal, but he allowed himself a happy smile. He was glad he'd chosen to do it!

The next thing was, what now? He was back on unfamiliar ground. Did they have expectations?

As if she was reading his mind, Skye pushed herself up on one elbow to look down into his eyes. "That was lovely. I quite enjoyed that!" She looked over at her mother's smiling face. "Looks like mum enjoyed that too."

Kyle smiled at her and glanced over at Helen who seemed to be drifting off.

"Yes, that was fun! I- I think I'd better head back to my room to let you two get some sleep," Kyle suggested quietly and Skye nodded. That was the answer she was looking for so he nodded in return and moved down the bed. He collected his clothes, stepped into their bathroom to shed the condom, quickly tidied himself and dressed. Then Skye let him out into the hall with a smile.

He heard the lock click so he turned to head back to the stairs and froze. Fiona was watching him as she helped her obviously tipsy husband down the hall towards their room. Her eyes were on him and the corner of her mouth was turned up in a slight smirk.

Kyle got himself moving forward and nodded to Fiona as he passed by, his face showing as casual a smile as he could muster with burning cheeks. He felt her eyes on him as he made the corner and descended the stairs. He managed to get back to his room without bumping into any of the other members of his tour so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a quick shower to freshen up, dried off and climbed into the bed. Shutting the light, he hoped the Livingston ladies were as discreet as they promised they'd be. He also hoped Fiona wouldn't mention it to her husband.

It was just the start of the trip and this could seriously fuck up the rest of it. What was he thinking?

Chapter 3

"A word of advice?"

Kyle looked over at Dita, their Czech guide, in surprise. This was the first time she'd spoken to him and she had a rather stern look on her face.

The group had straggled down to the breakfast room as each was nursing different levels of hangovers. Kyle had slept like a baby, felt great, and was the first to arrive and leave so he missed most of the others.

Now they were gathered once more with their bikes. He'd given Helen and Skye a friendly good morning when they passed by, and true to their word they were not overly familiar with their morning greetings. Helen was all smiles though she moved a little stiffly and he hoped she wouldn't have difficulty on the ride because of their... fun.

They were preparing to ride to the next destination but Dita had sauntered close to him to give him some advice.

He smiled and nodded.

"We're a small group. For the sake of harmony, we recommend you hunt for sex partners outside the group," Dita said.

"What?" he blurted in surprise.

"We've seen holidays turn ugly when guests try to have sex with other guests or the guides. The company has strict policies against the guides doing that," the woman said a little stiffly.

"That's not-" Kyle began but she was already walking away, message delivered.

She was dressed for riding so she'd be out on the road with them today. He vowed to stay away from her if he could. Vivian was also riding with them with Jules in the support van.

He looked over at the Livingston's and they seemed oblivious to the drama that just occurred. Fiona, however, had been watching. He caught her eye. Perhaps she said something to Dita? She looked away and went back to adjusting her helmet.

Face burning he returned to getting himself ready.

They finally got out on the road and soon Alfred was off with Kimberly in pursuit. Dita slipped away from the pack to keep an eye on them.

Kyle rode out in front of the group and just enjoyed the beautiful scenery and the peace and quiet.

"I thought you were going to be discreet?"

Kyle looked to his left and saw Skye riding next to him.

"I was. I didn't tell anyone." He paused for a second. "But Fiona saw me leaving your room last night."

"Shit," she cursed quietly.

"Yeah. Did you get a lecture from Dita this morning?" he asked.

"What?!? No!" she blurted then began to laugh.

Kyle just gave her an annoyed look. "Yeah, it's real funny having the guides peg me as some kind of sexual predator."

Skye struggled to get her laughter under control then patted him on the ass, getting a squeeze in for good measure as she bit her lip with a smile. He stared at her incredulously as the others could see. "Don't worry, I'll speak to Viv and set Dita straight too. Your innocence is safe."

He shook his head and climbed out of the saddle to pick up his pace to leave her and the rest behind for a while.

By 1PM they'd reached a quaint old town where they'd be having lunch. They parked the bikes with the support van and found their reserved table on the patio under the umbrellas. Kyle saw Alfred and Kimberly sitting across from each other, deep in an animated conversation. Kindred spirits, obviously. Alfred looked up with a smile when he saw Kyle approaching.

"Preparing for tomorrow? Thought of something you want to race for?" the man said with a grin.

Kyle just smiled and shook his head as he sat on the bench a ways down from Kimberly, leaving space for David.

"Hey! I want you motivated so you'll at least give me a little competition! Don't worry about being aggressive about naming your prize. Anything," Alfred boasted, looking him in the eye.

Kyle just shook his head. He didn't want to deal with this now.

Kimberly bounced on the bench excitedly. "I know! Ask him to pay for the upgrade on the bicycle I'm using!"

Kyle grinned at the woman and shrugged. "Sure. How about that?"

Alfred snorted but nodded with a wide grin. Confidence was oozing from every pore and Kyle wondered what that felt like.

Fiona arrived with Helen and Skye and they took seats on the bench on Alfred's side, Fiona next to her husband, then Skye and Helen. The Burkettes were last with David who called out to Kyle to move down the bench one spot so he could sit at the far end. Kyle raised his eyebrows but moved next to Kimberly who gave him a brief smile.

Skye was watching him with a sly little grin and he threw her a warning glance which Fiona unfortunately saw as well. The woman's eyebrow went up as did the corner of her mouth.

Dita stood at the far end of the table and got their attention. "This afternoon's ride isn't too strenuous but there is one long climb which can be a little tiring. As well, the temperatures are rising so make sure you refill your water bottles." With a nod to the group she headed back to the table she was sharing with the other guides.

Alfred's eyes were twinkling with excitement. He looked across at Kimberly who was sharing is excitement. "You ready for the challenge?" he asked.

"Bring it!" the petite woman chirped back at him with a big grin.

Alfred turned his eyes to Kyle. "How about you? Are you going to test your mettle against us elite riders this afternoon or ride with the ladies in the pack?"

Helen snorted as she drank her water and some passed through her nose. She held her napkin to her face as she coughed with watering eyes. Everyone looked towards her reddening face. When she settled down she whispered something to Skye who exploded into hysterical laughter. Helen swatted her daughter's arm gently to get her to settle down.

When Skye finally got control of herself she corrected her mother far too loudly. "No mum, he said 'ride with the ladies in the pack' not 'ride the ladies in the sack'!"

The table erupted with laughter and Kyle's face felt like it might ignite. Helen was also red faced as her daughter began laughing again.

Alfred was chuckling as well but was watching Kyle's embarrassment curiously. He caught his wife's knowing smile and whispered something in her ear. She gave him an annoyed look and turned her face away from him. Anger flitted across his face before he forced a smile back on his lips.

The waiters arrived with the platters of cheeses, salads, rolls, and a tureen of rich stew.

Kyle was grateful for the interruption and filled his plate with some of the delicious looking food. As they all began to eat they made sounds of delight as the food tasted as good as it looked. Conversations returned to normal. Favorite routes at home, movies recently seen, and current events were discussed and nobody pressed Helen or himself for details.

He stopped himself from going back for seconds though David was already having a third plate. Kyle excused himself from the table and made his way to the washroom.

As he was relieving his bladder, he heard voices arguing outside the window. He caught Alfred's voice.

"What the fuck was that back at the table?" he growled quietly.

"What was what?" Kyle recognized that as Fiona's voice.

"You obviously know something about the Brit's little slip of the tongue. What happened?" Alfred pushed.

"Oh, does it take a sex scandal to get you to remember you are on a holiday with me and perhaps spend a little time with me?" she hissed.

"What are you talking about? I'm with you all day!" he blurted.

Kyle urged his bladder to hurry as he didn't want to hear this private stuff.

"No, when you're on the bike you disappear. You asked me to come on this holiday so we could share the experience but you ride at your own pace and leave me behind," she insisted.

"We don't have to be side by side to share the experience! You know I can't ride as slow as you!" Alfred scoffed.

"Fine but stop expecting me to keep you up-to-date with the experiences you're missing when you race ahead or when you're drunk," she hissed. Kyle heard Fiona storming away.

"God damn it!" Alfred cursed quietly.

Kyle finished up and was washing his hands when Alfred pushed his way through the door with a scowl on his face. He paused when he saw Kyle then glanced to the open window above the urinals. It was his turn to get red faced. Kyle nodded to him and headed out to the bikes.

He stopped next to Skye as she put her helmet on. "I'd appreciate it if you could try to keep what happened last night private."

"I'm afraid it's a little too late for that now. Cat's out of the bag, thanks to the lady with the outrageous knockers," Skye said with a wide grin.

He grimaced and nodded. "Well... please make an effort to not bring it to everyone's attention."

"Right, Captain!" she barked and threw him an exaggerated salute.

He shook his head and made his way to his bicycle. A quick inspection showed all was good and he put on his helmet and gloves. He was feeling like he needed to burn off a little energy so he decided to try to keep up with the elites this time. He heard that Dita had already left. She would likely pause and wait for them near the top of the main climb. He rode over to stop next to Kimberly.

"Are you going to join us for the climb today?" she said, giving him a friendly smile.

"Yeah, I think I will. I'll try at least," he said with a smile.

"Hey! This mean you're ready to get serious?" Alfred boomed as he trotted up to put his helmet and gloves on.

"Bring it," he said, borrowing Kimberly's line. They both beamed happy smiles at him.

Once Alfred was ready he got them out onto the road and set the pace. Kimberly tucked in behind him and Kyle hugged her back wheel. The first ten kilometers were fairly easy with gently rolling hills but there was a definite if gradual upwards slope to the road.

Trees lined the sides of the road as they climbed into the foothills, each taking a turn at the front of their breakaway group to share the effort of breaking the wind. Alfred seemed delighted that Kyle knew how to ride in a group.

They rounded a corner and the long climb appeared before them as they broke free from the treeline. Kyle had been the leader at the base of the climb but Alfred immediately attacked and swung out and around him with a short bark of laughter as he leapt from the saddle to dance on his pedals. Kimberly was right there behind him holding his back wheel, also out of the saddle.

Kyle grinned at the excited look on the woman's face and switched to his chasing gear as he climbed out of the saddle to follow. They were already two bike lengths ahead of him and slowly pulling away. They managed to get three bike lengths on him before he settled back into the saddle and got himself into his climbing cadence. Heart beating strongly, breathing smoothly and evenly, he kept his head down and concentrated on maintaining his tempo.

Alfred glanced back and saw Kyle's head was down and his legs were pumping. He allowed himself a grin, thinking he'd already broken the will of the younger rider. He saw Kimberly grinning behind him and was once more amazed by her strength. Still, he had to lose her too. He picked up his pace just a little more.

The gap between Kyle and Kimberly's back wheel grew to four then five bike lengths as they gradually approached the top of the pass. From there, the road would slowly wind its way down the other side to reach the village they would be overnighting in.

Kyle looked up and saw Dita looking down at her cell as she casually rode up to the crest of the hill with Alfred racing up at her, out of the saddle and head down, Kimberly in hot pursuit. Both elite riders were eager to be the 'king of the hill', first to crest the pass. Neither was watching ahead of them. Kyle yelled a warning.

Dita looked up at the last second and tried to veer right, closer to the guard rail on the wide shoulder. The toe of Alfred's right shoe struck her on the back of her left calf causing them both to wobble badly. Kimberly saw Alfred's wobble as an opportunity to leap ahead and surged forward to shoot over the crest with a victory cry.

Alfred cursed back at Dita before racing after the redhead. The guide collided with the guard rail and grabbed a metal sign post to stay upright. She would have gone over the railing onto the rocky field beyond if the post hadn't been there.

Kyle rode up to her and hopped off his bike, leaning it against the railing behind her.

"Are you alright?" he asked seeing her grimace in pain.

"NO, I AM NOT ALRIGHT!" she barked back at him as her body shook.

"Let me help you-"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"

He faced her and held her eyes with his. "Let me help you," he repeated gently.

She was fighting back tears as the cramping in her left calf hurt so much. She finally nodded and he put his right arm around her back and held her against his body as his left arm went behind her thighs to lift her from her bike. Her bike leaned against the railing and he carried her forward to sit on some large, flat topped stones just past the end of the railing. He sat next to her with her leg resting across his thighs.

He looked at her leg and he could see the muscles bulging badly. "I need to massage that knot out of your calf before it tightens up."

She scowled at him but knew he was right so she finally nodded.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, it's going to hurt at first. You may want to lie back."

She closed her eyes and leaned back but remained on her elbows. He slid his hands up her calf and she jumped.

"Relax and take deep breaths," he said calmly. He listened to her breathe. "Ready?"

She nodded and he began.

She screamed for a bit as he pressed and kneaded the knots but soon she slumped back and only moaned from time to time as he spread and stretched the abused muscle. He continued this until it was hot and loose once more. Her moans stopped and she pushed herself back up to her elbows.

"Thank you," she said quietly, eyeing him guardedly.

He nodded. "I'm not that guy you accused me of being. I'm not trying to score with the other guests or guides. I just came to ride and forget my woes," he said quietly, as his hands gently kneaded her calf.

"Your woes. This is your fiancé leaving you?" she asked.

He nodded once more. "She was my mistake. I thought it was true love but I wasn't what she wanted and it seems she wasn't who I thought she was." He shrugged. "It's better it happened now, before we got married."

"This thing that happened last night. Rebound?"

He blinked in surprise and thought about that. "Yeah... maybe that's what it was. It surprised me as it was completely unlike me. I wouldn't have normally... done that," he finished with a self-conscious grin.

Dita was feeling more comfortable with him now. "It will make for an uncomfortable week for you."

He sighed. "The week didn't exactly begin well so this actually feels like an improvement. Besides, I'm in France doing something I love," he said nodding to the bikes. She smiled at that.

He released her leg and she gingerly put it down on the ground and slowly got to her feet. She smiled at him as she was able to put her weight on it. "It is much better. We should go."

They got back on their bikes and set off down the other side of the pass. The route to the village was largely downhill so very little pedalling was actually required.

They eventually saw Alfred and Kimberly waiting for them in the parking lot. The man was grinning at Kyle.

"Is this all the challenge I can expect from you tomorrow?" he boomed with a wide grin.

Kyle shared a look with Dita as the woman rode off to speak with Jules who was standing by the support van.

"No, barring you're injuring another of our guides I believe I'll be waiting for you at the finish line tomorrow," he said calmly.

"Injuring- if she hadn't been wobbling around on the road she wouldn't have ridden into me! As for beating me, if you're feeling so cocky why don't we up the wager to include your upgraded accommodations for the rest of the trip. As for your reward, name it." Alfred leaned closer to Kyle. "Anything."

Kimberly was watching them with wide eyes.

Kyle suddenly grinned. "OK, you pick up the cost of all of my upgrades. That includes both bikes."

Alfred grinned as his eyes showed his amusement. They shook on it. "And here I thought you'd have the balls to ask for a night with Fiona." He snorted and walked away chuckling to himself.

Kyle and Kimberly shared a surprise look. The petite redhead shook her head and watched Alfred walk into the hotel.

Chapter 4

The group was on their own for dinner that night. Luckily they were in a lovely village with a good selection of restaurants. There was also a very nice bar in the hotel they were staying in and word got around that they would meet back at the bar after dinner and a little sight-seeing.

Jules approached Kyle as he left the hotel and thanked him for taking care of Dita.

"It is my understanding there is a wager between you and Monsieur Hollings for tomorrow's ride. The alternate route is a strenuous one with a tricky descent. I want to be sure the two of you will be cycling safely."

"I believe we're both experienced riders. I have a lot of experience with riding in the mountains as I do it at home. You'd have to ask Alfred about his skill level with descents," Kyle remarked.

"He is a very strong rider and a good climber. That said, we hope you crush him."

Kyle blinked in surprise as the man walked away.

He decided to head into the village on his own as he wasn't feeling that social. The main street had a number of restaurants and he spotted Alfred and Fiona entering one he'd just chosen. He stopped in the square and frowned. He didn't want to spoil his dinner looking at that man's smug expression.

He decided to follow a group of locals who he'd overheard talking about dinner. As he wandered down a small lane leading down to the river he spotted a small restaurant in an alley off the lane. The hostess took pity on his poor French and offered him their last small table in the corner.

As he reviewed his menu he spotted Vivian and Dita standing in the doorway looking for an empty table. He saw Vivian pout as she saw no free tables but Dita waved to him. He gestured they were welcome to share his table. There was just enough room for two more though it would be tight. Smiling happily, the ladies squeezed themselves in.

"This place is only known to the locals and those who work in the village. How did you find it?" Vivian exclaimed.

"I know a little about traveling. Eat where the locals eat for the best food and value," he explained.

He got smiles for that.

When the waitress arrived he ordered the fish as he spotted it on a neighboring table and it looked quite good. Dita followed suit but Vivian ordered a chicken dish. Kyle ordered a bottle of wine for the table.

"How's your calf?" he asked and got another smile from the ladies.

"My left calf is perfect but my right one is jealous of the massage the other one got!" Dita pouted.

Kyle laughed and Vivian gave her friend a raised eyebrow and a subtle warning glance which Dita waved off.

The wine arrived and Kyle did the honors of tasting it. He nodded happily to the waitress and she served the ladies then topped his glass up.

Vivian closed her eyes and sighed with happiness as she swallowed the wine. She looked to Kyle. "Good choice!"

"Yes, very nice!" Dita smiled.

Kyle nodded to the ladies. Then he fixed his eyes on Vivian. "Jules tells me you're rooting for me in tomorrow's ride."

They started to laugh and nodded. "Yes, officially we cannot take sides but Mr. Hollings is a bully and we heard he was going to offer you a night with his wife if you won. What a creep!"

"Yeah, I couldn't believe he said it but he may not have been serious!" He suddenly paused and looked at her. "Wait- where did you hear that?" Kyle asked, puzzled.

Dita looked at Vivian. "I overheard Mrs. Wallis telling her husband. She wasn't exactly being quiet about it. Some of the others were within earshot."

"Damn. I hope Fiona doesn't hear it through the grape vine. That would be humiliating," Kyle said with a wince.

"She wasn't worried about your feelings when she told everyone about spotting you coming out of the Livingston's room." Dita said as she examined Kyle. "Did you really sleep with both of them."

"You don't really expect me to answer that question, do you?" Kyle said with a frown.

"You're discreet. That's good, at least," Vivian nodded cautiously.

"May I ask about your relationship with your fiancé?" Dita said carefully.

He looked at her and nodded.

"Was it a long-distance relationship?"

He sighed. "We were together for five years and lived together for most of that time. Seven months ago she was asked to be the editor for this author in France. She leapt at the chance and I fully supported her move as it was a definite promotion for her. It wasn't supposed to be permanent. I tried to visit as often as I could." His expression became sad as he thought of the good times they'd had. He now saw that time in a different light. Knowing how discontented she'd become with their life, a life he'd believed was a damn good one, it felt like such a waste of time now.

Dita gave him a sympathetic look as she recalled the breakup of her own marriage. "It is just a new start. It gets better."

Kyle smiled and nodded.

"My marriage lasted only three years. I was on the road doing these tours and my husband took a lover while I was away. I returned home and found divorce papers in my apartment. He'd moved out," Dita said with a shrug. "That was three years ago. I know now I'm better off without him."

"As I am, without Gwen," Kyle said and raised his glass to touch it to Dita's and Vivian's.

The food arrived and they sighed with happiness at the delicious aromas. The taste was equally good and they dug in.

Kyle topped up their glasses a few times, and ordered a second bottle, as the meal went on and they ate until they could eat no more. He surprised them by picking up the tab and they thanked him graciously.

"Are you going to be good for the ride tomorrow?" Dita asked, looking at their second empty wine bottle.

Kyle nodded. "I'm good. No more drinks for me tonight and right to bed with a large bottle of water."

"Good!" Vivian exclaimed.

They made their way outside and Kyle waved to the ladies as he turned to head back to the hotel.

"Hold up! I'm heading back your way," Dita called out.

Kyle waited and Dita gave Vivian a quick hug before jogging up to Kyle's side.

"I'm staying with a friend tonight just past the hotel," Dita explained as they walked back up the lane towards the more touristy area near the central courtyard.

The night was lovely and Kyle was feeling really good. He looked up at the stars as they passed between the buildings. He loved looking at the stars as they always put things in perspective for him.

"It's really lovely here. I wonder what it would be like to live in a quaint little historical village," he sighed.

Dita snorted. "Do you live in a big city back in Canada?" she asked with a smile.

He looked over at her but he could barely see her now as this section of the lane had no street lights. Just ahead was the brightly lit central court and he thought of the tourist areas back home. He smiled.

"Yeah, Vancouver is pretty big. Not huge, but it certainly doesn't have a small village vibe like this." He took a deep breath and smiled wistfully. "Maybe... maybe it would just be running away, escaping the rush and pressure of home but... I could get used to this," he said as his steps slowed to a stop and he closed his eyes. He felt is mind and heart opening up to the energy of the place.

Soft lips pressed against his and his eyes flew open. Dita was standing very close and she was looking at him to see his reaction. He was watching her curiously but he didn't pull away so she leaned in again and their lips met once more. His arms automatically went to her back as she placed her hands on his shoulders. She was maybe an inch taller than his 5' 10" and Gwen had been shorter. It was a novel experience to have to tilt his head up to kiss her but her mouth fit his so very well.

She dipped her tongue into his mouth and he caressed it with his own making her hold him tighter.

He felt her gently pushing his shoulders so he moved his hands from her back to her hips. She finally ended the kiss though he ran his lower lip across hers as she did and she gasped.

Dita patted his shoulders gently as she leaned her forehead against his. "That was... very nice!" she sighed quietly.

"What was that for?" he asked.

She pulled her face away and smiled at him as she tilted her head to the side. "An apology for this morning? A thank you for helping me this afternoon? A kiss for good luck tomorrow perhaps?"

"I accept. Your welcome. Thank you," he said as he dropped his hands to let her step back.

"I cannot do more, though I would like to," she said with a pout.

"I get it. I do. This was really nice. I had a really great night!" he replied.

They got moving once more and stepped out of the dark lane to join the tourists and locals in the main square. Two oblivious visitors set off flashes right in their faces as they tried to get past the pedestrian clogged street.

He grinned at Dita. "Ok, I could do without the tourists."

She returned the grin and nodded.

Helen and Skye were window shopping with the Burkettes. They'd bumped into the couple at a restaurant just off the main square and shared a table. Dinner was good if less than memorable. Now they were all looking for something to bring home to remind themselves of the fun they were having. Nothing was jumping out at them as the unique item that summed up the trip so far.

Skye was waiting outside the last store on the east side of the square when her mother and the Burkettes exited from the shop empty handed.

Helen noticed Skye was smiling dreamily. She followed her eyes and saw the silhouette of a young couple standing in the shadows of an alley, backlit by a streetlight in the distance. They were kissing and Helen flashed back to her night with Kyle. He was a great kisser and she'd really enjoyed herself! She sighed and heard Skye sigh as well.

Carl spotted what they were sighing about and gestured to Larissa.

"Oh my! That's lovely! I wish I'd brought my telephoto lens!" Larissa said, snapping a photo of the couple.

When the subject of her photo separated and walked out into the light of the square, the four of them gasped. It was Kyle and Dita! They were smiling and talking like good friends but that kiss had been far more than a friendly peck.

"Well..." Carl began but was at a loss as to what to say next. His wife just slipped her arm through his and smiled at Helen and Skye who were staring at Kyle in shock.

"Shall we get a drink in the bar at the hotel?" she asked.

Helen nodded and smiled in return though her daughter was still watching Kyle.

They made their way back to the hotel, following Kyle and Dita at a distance but always in sight. The young couple never got close or touched again as they walked though they appeared to be speaking and laughing together. Dita waved and went on her way when they reached the hotel and Kyle went inside.

When their group reached the hotel bar, Kyle was nowhere to be seen. Kimberly and Fiona were sharing a table but they weren't smiling. There was no sign of either of their husbands.

"Hi Kimberly, Fiona. Is something wrong?" Helen asked the women.

Fiona appeared to be angry about something. "Did Kyle come back with you?" she asked tersely.

"No, he got back before us. We saw him come in. I guess he went straight up to his room," Carl offered.

"If you will excuse me," Fiona said as she slipped from the booth and walked out of the bar.

"What was that about?" Skye asked Kimberly.

The petite woman looked uncomfortable but couldn't stop herself from sharing once more. "After today's ride Alfred told Kyle he wasn't much of a challenge but Kyle said tomorrow he'd win. Alfred upped the wager. He's racing tomorrow for all of Kyle's remaining upgrades."

Helen made a sound of protest as she'd hoped to convince Kyle to give her one and planned to offer to share it with him. The others looked at her and her face flushed in embarrassment.

"What's Kyle asking for?" Skye asked with a crooked grin and Kimberly frowned at her.

"He just asked for Alfred to pay for all of the upgrades," she answered.

"That's probably a good piece of change but I don't see how that would upset Fiona," Larissa said and Carl nodded in agreement.

Kimberly's eyes twinkled with the juicy tidbit she'd saved until last. "Alfred told Kyle he thought he'd have the balls to ask for a night with Fiona."

"What?!?" Carl gasped and Larissa's jaw dropped. Skye was grinning wickedly but Helen was shocked.

Kimberly leaned closer to the group. "I really believe Alfred would have agreed to it too. He's that confident."

"He's that much of a sexist bastard, you mean," Helen growled.

Kimberly shrugged. "Kyle hasn't exactly proven his innocence on this trip." She gave Helen and Skye a knowing look.

The four thought about the passionate kiss they'd witnessed and couldn't argue. They grabbed chairs around the table.

"Where's David?" Carl asked.

"He drank too much at dinner and is sleeping it off," Kimberly said with a scowl.

"And Alfred?" Larissa asked.

"Went to bed early to be in top shape for tomorrow's ride. He really wants to destroy Kyle," Kimberly said with wide eyes. "Kyle seemed to have trouble keeping up with us on the climb so I don't know why he told Alfred he was going to beat him. He seemed so confident when he said it too."

"Now I'm really rooting for Kyle," Helen said with a determined smile and Skye gave her a knowing grin of her own. The mother swatted her daughter's arm but their smiles remained.

Kyle heard a loud, insistent knocking on his door. Fresh from a quick shower, he wrapped his towel around his waist and answered the door. He was surprised to see Fiona standing on the other side. Her stern expression changed to surprise and her eyes flew wide as she stared at the wet, hard muscles of his arms, chest, and stomach.

"Fiona? What's wrong?" he asked.

She blinked and seemed to gather her wits. "May I come in?"

He hesitated. "Uh, I'm still wet from the shower and not dressed."

"It will only take a moment," she insisted as her frown returned.

"OK, but I don't want to hear any rumors about my conduct tomorrow," he said with a frown of his own, knowing she'd been the one to squeal on him about the Livingstons.

She squared her shoulders back and nodded firmly with a serious expression.

Still holding some misgivings, he stood aside and she entered the room, eyeing his chest once more as she passed.

He closed the door and followed her in. "What's up?" he asked. He moved past her but saw he'd forgotten to take clothes out. He turned to face her.

"Kimberly told me what Alfred said to you after the ride today," she blurted.

Kyle sighed. "Of course, she did." He ran his free hand through his hair then wiped it on his towel as he realized he was still dripping wet.

Fiona faced him wearing a frustrated pout as she put her fists on her hips. "I want you to know something. I'm not some airhead trophy wife! Alfred treats me like one sometimes but the truth is I have more money than he does! I came from a wealthy family and I manage my parent's chain of hotels!" Fiona exclaimed defensively.

She moved her hands under her tits and lifted them as she stared him in the eye. "I got these for me, not Alfred! He doesn't have any say in what I do with my body! I was a flat chested ugly duckling my entire life and I wanted these so I bought them. I like them! I like how they make me feel pretty!"

Kyle watched her outburst with surprise and saw her full bottom lip was starting to tremble. His guilt weighed heavily on him. "You're right. I completely judged you by your looks and that was a terrible thing to do. I sincerely apologize for that. You deserved better. I'm very sorry." He watched her expression as she took a deep breath. She seemed to be getting control of her emotions once more. She released her tits and they didn't drop very much. He pulled his attention back from them.

"I want you to know I never assumed you were his to use in the wager," he said to clarify his position.

"I'm done with him treating me like his personal plaything! He's going to apologize to me!" she asserted.

Kyle gave her a smile. "Good for you! You deserve to be treated better!"

Her face lit up with a huge smile then it turned serious. "You have to beat him tomorrow!"

He snorted in amusement then grinned as he thought of how many people were rooting for him. Alfred wasn't making many friends. "That's my intention. I'll certainly do my best but I can't make any guarantees. He's a strong rider."

She was back to staring at his body with wide eyes. She bit her lip. "You- you look... strong."

He heard something in her tone that made him feel a little uneasy about standing in front of her in only a damp towel. "Thanks. I think you should probably head back to your room now before the others start returning to theirs."

She nodded but moved a little closer to him. Her eyes were roaming is chest and the ridges of his stomach muscles. Her voice became a little breathy. "Alfred pretends to be so confident and aggressive but the truth is... it's all an act. He overcompensates because he has Micropenis."

"What?!?" Kyle blurted in surprise.

"He had a hormone deficiency. It didn't form fully when he was a baby." She moved a little closer to Kyle and he took a step back, then another as she followed slowly, her eyes now on his towel.

Kyle suddenly felt really bad for Alfred, not that it excused his acting like an asshole. His sympathy was quickly replaced by how nervous Fiona was making him with her stare. "Uh, Fiona? Shouldn't you be heading back to your room-"

"Can I see it?"

"See what?" he asked nervously.

"Your cock. Can I see it?" she asked again, never taking her eyes from the surface of the towel which was beginning to show a ridge. Her eyes widened.

"Fiona, you're married. This is really not a good idea! I- I think you'd better leave now."

"Please Kyle! I just want to see it." She stepped closer still and he tried to back away but his legs hit the cushioned bench at the end of his bed and he toppled backwards. His towel flew open as he threw his hands back to catch himself as he hit the mattress.

"Oh!" she sighed as she feasted her eyes on his growing erection. "Oh my god! It isn't even fully hard yet!" she gasped as she dropped to her knees before the bench and placed her hands on his thighs. The sensation of her touch sent a jolt through his cock and it surged as she watched. She cooed with delight.

"Geezus, Fiona! You can't do this!" Kyle growled as he struggled to sit up, pushing the mattress behind himself. Her left hand shot forward to press against his hard stomach muscles and she pushed him back down as she wrapped the slim fingers of her right hand around the base of his cock.

"Oh fuck, it's so big and hard!" she gasped. Then his cock was sliding between two plump lips and over an active tongue.

It was Kyle's turn to swear. "Fuck! What- what are..." Then he stopped. Fiona was making him feel really, really good. He didn't ask her to and he certainly wasn't forcing her to, so... why was he upset? He felt himself just... set aside the moral ramifications of her being married and basically a stranger to him. He felt a little light headed and he couldn't tell if it was from how deep she was taking his cock into her throat or if it was the complete surrender and submission of his conscience.

He pushed himself up to his elbows and, with hunger in his eyes, watched the gorgeous blonde worshiping his cock with her mouth. Her nose pressed against his body again and again as she deep throated his cock. He couldn't take his eyes from her and a slight smile grew on his lips as she delivered a level of bliss he'd never experienced before.

Blue eyes looked up at him as she ran her lips over the fat head of his cock before sucking him deep into her throat once more. He could only moan as his stomach muscles trembled. Her eyes rolled back a little as she felt that under her fingers. Then she began to accelerate her strokes.

"Oh fuck! If you keep that up I'm going to cum!" he gasped and she practically vibrated as she squealed in excitement, slamming his cock deep into her throat faster and faster.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING! FUCK! OH! CUMMING!!" he gasped as hot cum sprayed into her waiting mouth. He felt the tip of her tongue tickling the sensitive flesh under the head and he fell back on the bed as his muscles clenched and shook with the intensity of the sensations.

Finally, he was completely spent and he felt her lips gently kissing the head and shaft of his softening cock. With his release achieved, his newfound moral ambiguity slipped away and he was suddenly faced with the guilt of what he'd just... allowed to happen. He pushed himself back up to rest on his elbows again as she stood. Her satisfied smile told him she got what she wanted.

He watched her swallow and tremble with a happy smile. When her blue eyes opened once more she locked them on his.

"Thank you, Kyle. I trust I can rely on your discretion?" she purred.

He just nodded as he looked up into her eyes.

"Crush him tomorrow. Crush him and I'll be able to get an apology from him," she asserted.

Kyle was dazed so he just nodded once more.

Wiping the corner of her mouth daintily with a manicured fingertip she smiled happily once more and made her way out of his room, closing the door behind herself.

Kyle struggled to get his head working again as he stared at the door. He could have stopped her but... he didn't. Why was he behaving this way? It couldn't still be rebound, could it? He pondered that for a bit.

Shaking his head, he pushed himself to his feet and moved to lock the door.

Skye was coming upstairs from the bar and watched Fiona exit from a room with a satisfied smile on her plump lips. The woman then walked down the hall to use her key to enter another room. The young Brit moved into the hall and walked to the door Fiona had exited. Her eyes widened. It was Kyle's room! She grinned as the door might still be unlocked. She boldly turned the handle and slipped inside.

Her grin widened as she came face to face with Kyle who was completely naked! His cock was wet and streaked with a color that matched Fiona's lipstick.

She locked the door behind her.

"Skye, what are you doing?" Kyle asked with a frown but made no effort to cover himself. It was a little late for that.

"I don't have to ask you what Fiona was doing!" Skye grinned wickedly.

Kyle held her eyes with his. "She... had her reasons. You can't tell anyone as that would hurt her." She nodded. "Not that there's any reason to worry about my reputation at this point." He frowned as he realized once more he was acting uncharacteristically comfortable about standing before the young woman completely naked. He finally caught the mischievous smile slipping over her lips. "What do you want?"

"You never got a chance to show me how good you eat pussy," she pouted playfully.

He really just wanted to get some sleep but he saw she wasn't going to take no for an answer. He knew she could cause him a lot of grief with Alfred so he nodded and moved closer to her.

"But first, I want you to kiss me like you kissed Dita!" she begged.

His eyes widened, then he just gave her a resigned look. "I don't know why I'm surprised. Is someone watching my every move on this trip?" he grumbled.

"So, you admit you're a bit of a player?" she said with a grin.

"No, actually I'm not. I don't know why I'm behaving this way. I was never like this... before Gwen left me. She was my first, my one, and only. Dita suggested it might be rebound," he said with a frown. He was beginning to think there had to be more to it than that.

She grinned up at him as she stepped closer. She shivered with excitement as she felt the heat from his naked body so close to her. When his eyes focused on her she could see the hunger in them and her trembling increased. She gasped slightly as he gently slid his fingers into the hair at the back of her head and tilted her face up to his. When his mouth touched hers, it was just the faintest of caresses but she felt it right down to her toes.

He trapped her lower lip between his lips to softly suck on it then stroked her upper lip with the tip of his tongue.

She squeaked with the intensity of the sparks he was sending through her body with his sensual kisses and she tried to chase his tongue with hers but he just sucked it between his lips making her moan.

Kyles hands traveled down her body as he explored her mouth and nibbled her lips. She gasped as he lightly tugged on her nipples and slid his clever fingers down her sides.

Skye was beginning to pant and desperately wanted him to begin. She quickly undid her belt, button, and fly but his hands slipped into her waistband and slowly slid down the outside of her hips, tugging her pants and panties down as they went. He helped her step clear of her clothes then walked her back to the bed. He sat her on the edge and had her lay back. He slid his hands down her legs as he knelt beside the bed and kissed the inside of her thighs.

"OH! Oh fuck! Oh Kyle!" she gasped.

He moved his kisses upwards as he slowly lifted her legs higher and she moaned and grabbed at the sheets.

"Please! Please! Put your mouth on me Kyle!" she begged as his kisses got closer but never quite touched the flesh that needed his kiss the most.

He pushed her legs back and her ass lifted slightly off the bed.

"FUCK! Oh Geezus! Kyle!" she cried as her excitement surged. She was panting with need and clawing at the sheets in desperations. "Fucking eat me!" she whined.

Kyle's tongue stroked the sensitive skin between her pussy and her rosebud and her body lifted off the mattress as she screamed silently. Then he stroked her pussy from base to clit with the flat of his tongue and her breath gushed out. He sunk his tongue deeply into her pussy as he rubbed against her clit and her body shook from the intense bursts of bliss.

"FFFFFFAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" she screamed as he finally sucked her clit into his mouth and danced his tongue skillfully around it.

Her eyes were rolling back as her climax crashed through her senses. He eased off on her clit when he could tell she was becoming too sensitive and caressed her gushing pussy with his lips and tongue until she weakly pushed at his head to stop.

Kyle gently lowered her legs as she panted and gasped on his bed. He stood and made his way into the bathroom to quickly rinse himself once more.

When he returned with a towel wrapped around his waist he saw she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her clothes back on. She yawned widely and he smiled at her.

"God, that took a lot out of me!" she sighed.

"It was ok?"

She smiled blissfully as she nodded. "It was heaven!"

"Then it's time you headed back to your room to get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us," he replied.

She nodded and shakily got to her feet. He helped her to the door and gave her another gentle kiss.

"Your kisses are so dreamy!" she sighed.

"Sweet dreams," he said as he listened for noises in the hall. He cracked the door open, they heard nothing but silence, and she slipped out.

He locked the door and checked it twice. He wanted no more visitors tonight! He had to rest up for the ride as he had a lot of people counting on him. No pressure. He smiled and shook his head as he shut off the light.

Chapter 5

Kyle awoke feeling better than he had in weeks. The early morning blues he'd been feeling over Gwen's betrayal certainly felt like a thing of the past. A wide smile slipped onto his face as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He looked out the window and saw the sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon. He had time before breakfast then.

He went through his morning stretches, then his exercise routine to help loosen his long muscles and tighten his core. Then he took a shower and pulled on his cycling pants and jersey. He assumed Alfred would kit up in some official cycling team colors so he opted for a different message. His jersey's message was simple. Red sides with white centers and a huge red maple leaf on the chest and back.

"Represent!" he thought to himself with a grin.

He tucked the matching gloves into his helmet.

He finished getting ready, packed, and moved his duffle bag into the hall to be picked up.

Then he headed down to the dining room with his helmet in hand and rolled his eyes when he saw Alfred entering the room ahead of him. The man was wearing the fabled yellow jersey of the Tour de France leader. The man's cockiness knew no bounds. He suddenly felt bad about using that term to describe the man's overconfidence.

When Alfred turned his face to the side Kyle saw his scowl. Kyle hoped Fiona hadn't said anything to her husband about their... interlude. Then he felt guilty for willfully participating in Fiona's cheating.

Breakfast was a buffet so Kyle selected foods he knew wouldn't adversely affect his stomach on a strenuous ride. Then he found a table by the window. He relaxed and watched the scenery as he enjoyed the meal.

"Good morning! May we join you?" said a lovely British accent.

Kyle smiled and turned to look at Helen and Skye who were smiling hopefully.

He gestured to the chairs before him and they settled in.

"How are you feeling today?" Skye asked him with just the hint of a naughty smile on her lips.

"Really good. You?"

"I slept blissfully," Skye replied as the wicked grin finally surfaced.

Helen looked between the two of them as she read his neutral expression and her mischievous one. "Did you two...?"

"Mum!" Skye exclaimed in obviously fake shock and outrage.

Helen's bottom lip pouted just a little as she realized she'd missed another 'little bit of fun' last night. She caught Kyle's eye as he peeled a banana.

He stopped as he picked up the message from Helen pretty clearly. She wanted to be with him again. He felt his face warming up. This had never happened to him before. He cleared his throat. "There are plenty of opportunities left on the tour," he said softly and Helen's face absolutely lit up. Skye grinned at seeing her mum's happiness.

He lifted the fruit to his mouth but spotted Kimberly approaching. He gave her a friendly nod.

"Good morning!" Kimberly said cheerfully as she walked past with her plate.

"Good morning, Kimberly!" Helen and Skye blurted with just a little too much enthusiasm, happy smiles spread across their faces. The redhead was slightly taken aback by the burst of joy from the ladies. She turned her eyes curiously towards Kyle but he just smiled and nodded again with a slight flush to his face. She continued on but glanced back to see Helen trying to hide her excitement about something.

Kyle threw a look to Helen to calm herself and she nodded as she turned her attention to her breakfast but the smile refused to be dismissed.

Shaking his head slightly, he lifted the banana once more to his mouth but was again interrupted.

"Good morning Helen, Skye," Fiona said as she stopped by the extra chair next to Kyle. "Good morning Kyle. May I join you?"

He blinked in surprise at her as her husband was only two tables away. "Uh, sure." He set his breakfast down on his napkin as he stood up to move his chair a little to give her room. He pulled her chair out for her and took the opportunity to glance quickly over his shoulder to catch Alfred scowling in their direction.

"Ooo! Such a gentleman!" Fiona said as she settled onto the chair.

As Kyle sat back down he noticed the banana was missing. He glanced over at Fiona in surprise.

"I haven't had one of these in years! Would you mind if I had a little of your banana?" Fiona asked with a wide eyed innocent look on her face as the tip of the fruit stroked against her plump lower lip.

Kyle froze as he wasn't sure what to do. He found himself nodding as he watched the banana slip between those full lips and slide into her mouth ever so slowly. Then he realized she was facing him directly, presenting her husband with a clear view of her suggestive display. Kyle's cock throbbed in his bike shorts and he swallowed as she took her bite and handed it back to him.

She turned her face forward again, chewed the fruit in her mouth and swallowed daintily.

Skye was watching her with a happy grin on her face. Helen was trying not to stare and concentrated on her own breakfast.

Kyle shifted on his chair to make room in his shorts. He caught the satisfied smile on Fiona's lips.

"Is everything ok?" he asked her cautiously. "Alfred's been looking pretty sour since he got here."

"We had a little disagreement last night. I told him I wanted an apology for what he said to you about me. He told me I was being too sensitive and it was actually a compliment. So, I told him which of his orifices he could stick that compliment in. We aren't currently talking and won't until he stops being such a pig and apologizes." She smiled at the two ladies across the table. "You don't mind if I ride with you two today, do you?"

"Not at all! You're welcome to join us anytime!" Helen said with a smile.

Kyle turned his attention back to his breakfast and saw she'd eaten half of his banana. This made his mind flash back to the night before when she'd taken him all the way into her throat. He shifted again.

"Are you alright, Kyle?" Fiona asked with the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Yes, fine," he mumbled as he ate the rest of the fruit. "I'm going to see if they have another banana."

He pushed back from the table and dropped his napkin on his plate as he moved behind Fiona. On a bold and reckless impulse, once more completely out of character, he leaned forward slightly as he stepped past her and dragged the bulge in his bike shorts across the exposed skin of her back. She sucked in a sudden breath as she felt the heat of him through the thin, tight fabric.

He left to head back to the buffet, leaving Fiona gasping and wide eyed as she replayed the memory of the sensation over and over in her mind.

"What's wrong?" Helen asked as she watched Fiona's face heat up. The blonde just shook her head and tried not to be too obvious about looking for Kyle across the room. Helen thought she looked a little wild eyed.

Kyle was standing before the fruit, oblivious of the selection as he tried to get a handle on what the hell he was doing. He would never have behaved like this before! Was he becoming some kind of man whore? He snorted at the term as he thought of it. He didn't feel like he'd treated any of these women poorly. He was just being way more promiscuous than he'd ever been before. Is this how he wanted to be? He had to rein it in!

"You ready to lose, lover boy?"

Kyle started from his thoughts. "What? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention... wait, what did you call me?"

"I said, are you ready to lose, lover boy?" Alfred was annoyed at having to repeat himself as his words lost their impact.

Truthfully, he was pissed off his wife was sitting with 'the enemy', his opponent for today's ride. He psyched himself up before every competitive ride by choosing his enemy. Today, Kyle was it. He knew the kid was close to half his age but he felt confident in his ability to outride him.

Alfred knew that little display Fiona made of fellating the banana was some kind of dig at him. He was unsure what Kyle made of it and that unsettled his mind. He glanced down and saw something to sour his mood even more. No doubt Fiona was aware of Kyle's... dimensions. Cycling pants weren't exactly designed to hide the area.

"Loverboy?" Kyle asked, cautiously.

Alfred sneered at Kyle. "I heard about your little romp with the Livingston ladies, though I use that term for them loosely."

"Hey, say what you want about me, but there's no reason to be rude to the women," Kyle said with a scowl.

"Whatever. Are you going to uphold your side of the bargain?" Alfred asked impatiently.

"Yes, but I have a question. "Are you expecting to race from here to the next chateau or are we only racing during the alternate route section?

"The entire route! Or will that be too much for you?" Alfred pushed.

"Either is fine." He paused to look closer at the man. There was an almost tangible sensation of belligerence emanating from him. He leaned a little closer to speak softly. "You know, you can be aggressive without being hostile," he suggested calmly.

Alfred snorted. "I have a race to win. I'll wait for you at the finish line, but don't make me wait too long," he boasted as he walked from the dining area.

Kyle just shook his head as he watched the man leave. Alfred was showing his true colors and it wasn't pretty.

Coming back to himself he picked up another banana and walked back to the table, peeling it as he went. He looked up and saw three sets of eyes watching him approach. He could almost feel them peeling his clothes off and a twitch went through his cock in response to their hungry looks.

"I see you found the bananas," Fiona said as her eyes were looking directly at the bulge in his bike shorts. Skye burst into giggles and even Helen got in on the fun with giggles of her own. Fiona flashed them both a happy smile then turned her blue eyes on Kyle with heat in her expression.

Kyle finished swallowing his breakfast standing next to the table. The calm from the night before settled in place and he nodded to the blonde, returning the heat much to his surprise. Her nerve broke first and she licked her lips nervously. Smiling, he moved behind her chair to toss the peel onto his plate and pluck his helmet from the back of his chair before stepping back out. He ensured his bulge pressed firmly against her bare back both ways then smiled at the ladies as Fiona gasped and shivered. She was biting her lip when he smiled at them, holding his helmet before himself. "See you at the bikes. Have a good ride, ladies."

As he turned to leave he saw David and Kimberly sitting with Carl and Larissa. He nodded and said good morning to them. David was looking more than a little rough and Kimberly's smile seemed forced with tension in the corners of her eyes.

The Burkettes smiled happily at him and wished him luck.

He nodded and made a quick pitstop at the washroom to have one last pee before the ride and adjust himself more comfortably in his shorts. He was grateful when he'd finally relaxed down there as he tucked himself away.

He then made his way outside to the courtyard where the support van was. Jules and Vivian were wearing their cycling gear and were talking with Dita who would be driving the support van today.

"Good morning!" he said and they greeted him.

"Alfred seems intent on riding hard today. I will join you to keep an eye on your group," Jules said.

"That would be welcome. I think he's being a little too intense about this. He's forgotten this is supposed to be fun!" Kyle said with a smile and Jules nodded and shrugged. "That said I don't intend on losing if I can help it." That brought bigger smiles from the guides.

He thought of something. "David didn't look very good at breakfast. I'm thinking it might be a good idea to suggest he take a rest day."

Dita nodded and smiled. He returned it but kept it casual.

Kyle went to his bike and did his inspection. Everything was good. He did his stretches and felt his muscles respond smoothly. Vivian came by and filled his water bottles with an electrolyte drink as the day would be another hot one and they would be riding hard.

As the others came outside he rode around the courtyard getting the feel of his bike and letting his muscles prepare.

"You ready to go?" Alfred said as he rode up next to him.

"When Jules says it's time," he responded calmly. Alfred clucked his tongue at Kyle and turned to ride back to the group. Kyle did the same and they listened to Jules give the day's itinerary. The man had a lovely French accent and he could read an accounting manual and make it sound exotic and exciting.

"We are aware there is a group that will be racing today but again I say, safety is priority number one. OK? Please, do not take any unnecessary chances. Let's have fun and enjoy the day," Jules said firmly.

Kimberly rode up beside Kyle. "Did you ask Dita to ask David to ride in the van?"

Kyle saw she wasn't angry so he nodded.

She relaxed and smiled at him. "Thank you! I could tell he wasn't up to riding but I couldn't tell him that. He'd just call me a nag." She frowned. "It was a mistake bringing him on this trip."

"He's not enjoying himself?" Kyle asked.

She shook her head. "He hasn't enjoyed doing anything pleasurable with me for a long time," she mumbled then her eyes flew wide and her mouth dropped open as she heard her own words. Her face matched the red of her pony tail.

"It's ok, I get what you mean-"

"Hey Dr. Phil! Are we going to race or whine about our feelings?" Alfred barked.

Kyle gave him an annoyed look. Kimberly apologized to Kyle but he just shook his head firmly. "Jules is still talking with Vivian. When he's ready, we go."

Helen, Skye, and Fiona rode by with Carl and Larissa close behind. They all smiled at Kyle and Kimberly, wishing them success and Fiona cheered the loudest. They mostly ignored Alfred who was riding in circles, seething with anger and frustration.

Vivian and Jules joined the pack and Kyle picked up the wheel of Jules with Kimberly right behind him. Alfred shot past them mashing on his pedals. Sighing, Kyle swung out and gave chase. Alfred was too strong to let him get too far ahead. He put Kimberly and Jules out of his mind. They'd either catch up or be left behind but he seriously doubted the latter would happen.

He heard whoops of support as he shot past the group and they saw he was already eating into Alfred's lead. The man had used too high a gear when he launched his attack and his mashing was tiring him out. He'd sunk back to the saddle and was trying to get back to a proper cadence. Kyle eased himself into position behind Alfred and Jules rode up beside him to give him a questioning look. He just shrugged to the man so the guide faded back to ride in Kimberly's slipstream.

After about twenty minutes of cruising along at a fast clip, Alfred finally pulled to the left and let Kyle move up to the front to face the wind while he slipped back to ride behind Jules.

Kyle allowed the pace to drop a little as there was along way to go and he had no desire to use all of his energy on the lowlands when there was a climb ahead. Besides, he was in France and there was scenery to enjoy. He pulled the group for fifteen minutes before he pulled to the left and let Kimberly take a turn at the front.

As he dropped behind Alfred, the man looked over at him. "Are we here to sightsee or race?"

Kyle just smiled and got in behind Alfred who veered left and attacked once more, passing Jules and Kimberly.

She and Jules had fresh legs so they immediately leapt forward to follow. Kyle fell back a length or two before he was able to catch the back of the group.

Once more Alfred set a brutal pace for twenty minutes but Kyle kept pace, much to the older rider's annoyance. Alfred moved to the back again.

From the front, Kyle allowed the pace to slow slightly once more to give them all a little rest and to enjoy the beauty of the forest canopy they were now riding under. They were getting closer to the base of the day's climb. He stayed at the front for twenty minutes this time.

As Kyle let himself move to the back, Alfred once more sprung out of his saddle to drop the others as they raced along the roads in the rolling foothills but they reeled him back in.

Alfred scowled but from the previous day's experience knew he was a stronger climber than Kyle so he decided to bide his time. While he wouldn't show it, he was using more energy than he'd expected and right now, he needed to reserve it for the climb.

"We are approaching the turnoff for the alternate route," Jules eventually called out from the front.

"I'm getting a stitch in my side. I won't be going with you," Kimberly answered.

"You ok?" Kyle asked with concern.

"Yes, I'm just not up to a race uphill. I'll go on and wait to meet you on the other side where the route merges again," she said. She pulled out to the left and let Kyle and Alfred pass on her right. "Good luck boys!" she called out.

Kyle grinned his thanks but Alfred just nodded tersely.

They saw the mountain road veering right and turning uphill just ahead. The road they were on continued through the forest and Kyle thought that would have been a lovely route to do today. But it was not to be.

The moment they took the slight right turn onto the upwards slope Alfred was out of the saddle and surging forward.

Kyle had been anticipating the move and was right there on his wheel, matching his pace. He knew he was in for a tough climb. The top of the pass was around 10 kilometers away with an average grade of 6.5%, though some sections had a grade of 11%. He knew Albert would try to lose him on those steeper sections.

Alfred dropped back into the saddle and Kyle did the same. It was much too early for him to attack against such a strong climber.

Jules was hanging on to their tail. Kyle knew he wasn't going to do anything to increase the pace or help as he was just an observer now.

He took another drink as he watched Alfred for tells for his next attack. He'd been sipping along the route and had maybe half a bottle left.

They ground their way up the mountain road with the sun beating down on them and Kyle was grateful he'd kept hydrated during the ride.

As they rounded yet another switchback Kyle felt the grade suddenly increase and downshifted to maintain his cadence. Just as he shifted gears Alfred was out of his saddle and mashing on the pedals to pull away. Kyle responded but Alfred was giving it everything he had. They were getting closer to the top and the doctor wanted a serious lead on Kyle as they crested. The gap grew to three lengths then four. Kyle kept an eye on his opponent ahead of him as he pushed himself to increase his cadence just enough to slow the loss. Jules pulled up beside him but Kyle ignored the man's curious look. Jules leapt out of the saddle and pushed to catch up with Alfred as he could see the man was wobbling just a little with the effort he was making to break Kyle and get his lead.

As they approached the final switchback before the last climb to the pass Alfred allowed himself to glance back. He saw Jules was on his wheel but he ignored him and looked further back to see Kyle at least fifteen lengths back. Not as far as he'd wanted but the punk had his head down and his legs were pumping at a pace he couldn't possibly maintain for long. He smiled. He'd done it! He broken the fucker! Now for the sweet descent and the dash across the rolling foothills to the chalet!

He was feeling his 56 years as he struggled to maintain his brutal pace up the last climb. As he crested he glanced back once more expecting to see Kyle on the previous section of road. He was surprised to see Kyle was now much closer and his legs were still rapidly spinning the cranks.

The descent on the other side of the mountain was a little more forgiving. There were less switchbacks than the climb had but they were still tight. Also, there were longer straight sections as the road wound back to join the main road at the base of the mountain before moving on to the next village. Alfred pedaled as fast as he could and took the corners at speeds that raised the hairs on the back of his neck but Kyle suddenly shot past him and accelerated away.

Stunned at the display of reckless speed, Alfred tried to keep up but Kyle's seemingly fearless cornering and minimal braking was too much for Alfred to match. He saw Kyle's lead increase after each bend in the road. After one particularly hairy corner, Alfred heard Jules quickly suck in a breath and swear softly as they watched Kyle narrowly skirt disaster once more then surge further ahead of them.

Soon Kyle was several corners ahead of them and was entering the longer straight descents close to the base. The young man stayed in the saddle but his legs were almost a blur as he pushed his biggest gear to fly down the slopes.

When Alfred passed the final turn, reaching the longest straight stretch, he shifted up and poured it on to try to catch up with Kyle.

That's when he felt it.

The fatigue. The strain of his muscles complaining he'd abused them too much on the climb. He forced that pain aside as he couldn't afford it. It didn't matter how much he hurt. He couldn't allow Kyle to win. Fiona told him that should he lose to Kyle he'd have to apologize to her in front of the group. That wasn't happening.

Groaning in pain, Alfred pulled himself out of the saddle and hammered as hard as he could to shrink the gap between himself and that cocky shit ahead of him. Ten minutes later he looked ahead and the red and white jersey was nowhere to be seen. Desperate he looked back at Jules.

"Help me, dammit!" he growled.

"I cannot! It is a race between you and Monsieur MacDenny. I did not help him on the climb."

"Fucking useless," Alfred grumbled as he tried to push himself harder still.

As they approached the intersection of the main road and the end of the mountain road they spotted a cyclist waiting for them. They got closer and Alfred saw it was Kimberly. Didn't she meet up with Kyle? Maybe he went off the road somewhere between the last time they saw him and here? He felt almost giddy with relief. As they swept out onto the road Kimberly accelerated to catch up and rode beside Alfred.

"You haven't seen Kyle yet?" he asked with a grin.

"Oh! Yes, I saw him but there was no way for me to match his pace so I just waited for you two," she said happily.

"SHIT! GOD DAMMIT!" Alfred yelled as he leapt up out of the saddle and dropped right back down onto it as his legs cramped in protest. "FUCK!"

He pedaled as hard as he could but his legs were wobbling with the effort. He gritted his teeth and pushed onwards.

Kimberly looked to Jules who just smiled at her so she slipped in behind him. This wasn't her race either.

Too soon they came upon a sign for the chateau on their right and pulled off the main road onto a lovely treed lane that wound its way back to the large building.

There was Kyle, enjoying a glass of champagne as he stood next to the support van. Alfred saw the fucker didn't even look winded.

Alfred ground his teeth together as he took in the smiling face of the punk as he rode closer. He popped his shoe's cleat from the right pedal and put his foot down. His leg suddenly wouldn't support him and he began to topple over on his right side, his left foot still trapped by the pedal. He went down on the hard packed crushed gravel with a heavy thump. A brilliantly sharp pain exploded across his chest.

"AAAAHHHHHH!!" he screamed.

Jules was immediately off his bike and kneeling next to him. "Call an ambulance!" he called out to Dita who rushed back to the van to get her phone. Kyle knelt down next to him and got his left foot loose of the pedal and eased the bicycle out from between the man's legs. David hustled over from the van to see what the screaming was about.

"Monsieur Hollings, I believe you may have broken your clavicle. Please hold still," Jules said calmly.

He wouldn't lie back so they helped ease Alfred to a seated position to make him as comfortable as possible as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.

Carl and Larissa rolled up the lane and looked on in shock at the scene. The man leaned over to speak to Kimberly. "Did Kyle lose and knock Alfred down?" he asked quietly.

"No!" the petite redhead exclaimed loudly causing the others to look her way. She blushed and turned to the banker. "No, Kyle won the race by a large margin. Alfred just fell over when he got here. We think he broke his collar bone," she said with a quieter voice.

Vivian guided the remaining three from their group up the lane.

"What happened?" Fiona called out as she rode up.

Kyle responded. "Alfred pushed himself too hard. His right leg gave out when he stepped down from the bike and he fell over. He may have broken his collar bone."

"Fuck you!" Alfred barked from his position on the ground then moaned quietly.

Fiona walked up to stand in front of her husband and put her hands on her hips. "Kyle won?"

Alfred looked up at the satisfied smile on her face and his expression twisted into something ugly. "Fuck you too," he growled quietly.

Kyle scowled at him but Fiona's smile just got wider.

"What happened to your precious sportsmanship? You lost. You're the loser. You have promises to make good on." Fiona said calmly.

The bitterness in Alfred's face was ugly.

"Are you going to uphold your side of the bargain?" Kyle said using Alfred's own words against him. The man's eyes shot to his as he heard them. Kyle could see he was trying to think of a way out but dropped his eyes and nodded with a wince.

"Oh, I'll make sure he pays his debts to you in full," Fiona said firmly.

"And his promise to you?" Kyle asked as he looked to the woman.

She cocked her head to the side as she faced her husband. "How about it Alfred?" Fiona asked.

His eyes came up and there was nothing in them but bitter contempt.

Fiona's smile slipped away. "I see." She pulled her shoulders back. "Then there's nothing left to say. You'll hear from my lawyer tomorrow. Goodbye... little man."

She turned and walked towards the front doors to the chateau as Kyle watched in surprise.

He was stunned to have witnessed a marriage just dissolve before his eyes. Obviously there was a lot of back history that led to this moment but it was still disturbing to see happen.

Alfred turned his face away.

Kyle looked to Jules. "Do you need any help?"

"No thank you, Monsieur MacDenny. I do have a question though? Your descent down that mountain road was terrifying! How much control did you have?" Alfred couldn't stop himself from looking to hear the answer as well.

Kyle grinned broadly as his eyes lit up with excitement. "I love descending! It makes me feel so alive! That's how I ride at home all the time. I've had a lot of practice on much less forgiving mountain roads. This one was simple!"

Alfred's expression showed his shocked disbelief. "He's insane," he mumbled.

Jules frowned at Alfred's comment but his eyes were troubled as he recalled how close Kyle had come to the edge of the road after whipping through the corners at breakneck speed.

Kyle walked over to join the others who were handing off their bikes to Dita and Vivian. He received many smiles.

"So, just how much of a lead did you have when you got here?" Carl asked.

Kyle thought about that. "I don't know. I didn't really time it. Maybe seven or eight minutes."

"Minutes?!? Wow!" Carl exclaimed in surprise. "I was thinking it would be in seconds!"

"I decided not to ride to the top and was waiting at the end of the mountain road where the alternate route ended. When Kyle came down he flew by so fast I knew there was no point in trying to catch up. I was surprised to see how far behind Alfred was when he and Jules finally showed up. By that point, Alfred had nothing left in his legs," Kimberly gushed.

The ambulance finally arrived and the group watched the paramedics load the doctor onto a stretcher and get him into the vehicle. As it left, Jules walked over to join them with a frown.

"I suppose this means Alfred is done riding?" Kyle asked the man.

Jules nodded and his frown became an uncomfortable look. "Yes, he said as much. In very colorful terms. He indicated that he would say some very damaging things, about me specifically, in his complaint to the tour company."

"Anything he says to them will be negated by statements we'll make on your behalf. Alfred's a bully and a thoroughly unpleasant blowhard!" Kyle growled.

Jules smiled gratefully. "Thank you. I would appreciate that!"

They nodded and gave him smiles. He returned them and made his way over to help the other guides.

Kyle was still pissed off at Albert. "What a prick!"

"We could stand around complaining about the departed member of our group or we could get ready for our wine tour this afternoon," David suggested. Kyle let his anger go and nodded.

They made their way inside. There was a fun evening ahead to get ready for.

Chapter 6

The chateau was gorgeous inside and out. Inside, the appointments had an 'over-the-top' elegance that took their breath away. The grounds were vast, with beautifully manicured gardens and mazes. A feature of this particular property was its vineyard. The owners made a truly lovely wine and the group would be getting a tour of the facilities before dinner.

Kyle had showered and dressed in a pair of khaki pants, a white dress shirt, open at the neck and with the sleeves rolled back, and brown leather shoes and a matching belt. It was casual but neat and fit his hard body very well. He hadn't packed anything much fancier than this as it was his vacation and he wasn't going to be uncomfortable on his vacation!

Larissa and Carl joined him in the salon where they were told to gather to begin the tour.

"Such a beautiful home!" Larissa gushed.

"Did you get the big fancy room again?" Carl asked.

Kyle grinned self-consciously and nodded. "Yeah. I was going to offer it to Fiona as her husband is paying for it but I can't find her. Do you know if she left?"

"Who left?" Skye asked as she walked into the room with Helen at her heel.

Kyle turned to face them. "Fiona."

Helen answered Kyle's question. "She went to the hospital to drop off Albert's suitcase. She said she'd be back by dinner."

"Any chance they'll reconcile?" Kyle asked.

"No. Fiona was still pretty upset with her husband, or I should say soon-to-be ex-husband," Helen suggested.

David and Kimberly arrived and greeted the group. There was a stiffness between the couple that was easy to detect.

"How are you feeling?" Kyle asked the big man.

"Much better! Being chauffeured around the French countryside in an air-conditioned van is definitely more my speed than forcing my body up and down those bloody hills on a bicycle," he moaned.

"If you rode more it wouldn't feel like such a chore to ride the hills," Kimberly offered gently with a smile.

"Enough," David growled and Kimberly looked away in embarrassment. The man rolled his neck to relieve the tension and looked around the room. "Where's Fiona?"

"At the hospital giving Alfred his luggage so he can leave from there," Helen offered.

David nodded his thanks to her and cast a glance at his wife.

The chateau's guide arrived and led them off to begin their tour of the grounds and facilities.

Ninety minutes later the group led a very tipsy David back into the salon. Kimberly's expression was grim and she stormed off to their room the moment they arrived. Kyle eased David down onto a chair as the man sighed with relief.

Giving Kyle and David strained smiles the others nodded to them as they went off to their rooms to prepare for dinner.

Then the two men were alone. "You really dodged a bullet," David mumbled as he stared down at his belly.

"Is everything ok?" Kyle asked.

David lifted his weary eyes to regard the younger man. "I wish I could go back to my youth and do things differently. Make different decisions. Choose a different wife."

"That's pretty cold, David," Kyle replied with a frown.

"No, it would be a mercy to both of us," the man argued. "I'm not who she needs and she's not who I need. We stay together for the wrong reasons. I should have ended this years ago."

"So, you get drunk in an effort to make her want to leave you?" Kyle asked as his eyebrows rose up.

David leaned his head back against the chairback so he could stare up at the ceiling. "Yeah... I suppose that's one reason."

"You understand this is far more painful for everyone? You hurt yourself and Kimberly. Does she deserve that?" Kyle asked.

David gave him an irritated look but shook his head reluctantly.

Kyle frowned. "I may be the last person who should be giving relationship advice considering my own situation, but if you love her, make it work! If you don't want to at least try to save your marriage, rip the band-aid off. The slow pull is just cruel."

With that said, Kyle left him sitting in the salon and made his way to the main staircase to go up to his room. As he reached the base he spotted Fiona walking in the front door with a smile on her lips. He stopped.

He heard himself repeating his words. "Is everything ok?"

Fiona's smile widened and she nodded definitively. "Yes! I've begun the process of eliminating that man from my life." She held up a set of folded pages. "My lawyer faxed over the divorce papers I had him prepare and I had Alfred sign them when I dropped off his bag. He was only too happy to do it."

Kyle looked at her in surprise. He was stunned at how quickly Fiona was moving on this. "How is that possible..."

"The documents were written a few months ago, the previous time our marriage was in a bad place. Alfred said he would try to change his ways. That proved to be another lie. My lawyer and the Sheriff will be waiting for him when he gets home so he can get his possessions out of our condo," she said with satisfaction.

"You're not going home too?" he asked.

She smiled widely at him. "No! I want to finish this delightful trip! I'm really enjoying myself!"

Kyle smiled warmly at her look of delight as she seemed to be surprised that she was enjoying the cycling. Then he saw her gaze turn hungry as her eyes undressed him.

"There are many things I've enjoyed on this trip," she purred.

He felt himself respond to her hungry look but knew they'd be expected to be in the dining room momentarily. "I'd like to offer you the upgraded room for tonight. Since Alfred is paying for it." He raised an eyebrow in question.

She prowled closer until she was almost touching his chest with her impressive tits. "I'd love to take advantage of your gracious offer. As long as the bed is upgraded too with the presence of a certain race winner?"

Kyle felt a thrill rush through his body and found himself nodding slowly. "That could be arranged."

Fiona's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?" he asked, his voice rough as he struggled to keep from giving in to a sudden desire to touch her.

She saw his need for her and for a moment her eyes widened as she thought he might take her right there on the stairs. She was a little shaken that she wouldn't have resisted.

"I'll... just freshen up and meet you there," she said a little breathily as she slipped past him to climb the stairs to her room.

He couldn't look away and her hips had an extra sway to them as she could feel his eyes on her.

When she walked out of sight, Kyle put out a hand and grabbed the stair's bannister to brace himself. His muscles were actually trembling slightly from the effort to resist his impulses. He immediately turned on his heel and walked out the front door and stopped when he was in the middle of the driveway. He took some deep breaths and calmed himself.

During the early days of their courtship, Gwen once called him a prude. It wasn't true. He'd just been inexperienced and she wanted him to do better.

While he'd been a virgin, she'd had an undisclosed number of sex partners before him. None had developed beyond a physical relationship but she'd learned what she liked and asked him to do those things too. Like an eager and obedient lover, he'd learned these skills and she'd been pleased with how quickly he'd mastered the techniques she showed him.

Their sex life was good and their relationship seemed solid so the thought of finding another partner to demonstrate his skills with never crossed his mind, much less three different women! Faced with his unexpected and atypical behavior now, he found himself admitting his old self was prudish by comparison.

He also had to admit, while he wasn't sure where the confidence was coming from, it wasn't unwelcome. These women were lovely, exciting people and he was enjoying his time with them as much as they were enjoying it. That wasn't wrong, was it? His moral compass was definitely moving much more freely in the past few days but again, who was it hurting? Besides his own perception of who he was, that is.

He heard the light crunch of gravel as someone approached him quickly.

He turned and jerked his head back to avoid Kimberly's slap. She tried again and he caught her wrist. Then the other as she snarled at him with tears in her eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Kyle barked at her.

"You told him to leave me!?!" she raged as she struggled to free her hands to slap him.

Kyle sighed. David had delivered an edited version of his message. Coward.

"No, I didn't," Kyle asserted as he held her eyes. "If David told you that he was lying to take the easy way out."

"Easy way?!?" she gasped.

"Yes! He told me he wanted out of the marriage and was acting like a drunken jerk to make you want to leave him! I told him that if he loved you he should make it work. Otherwise, he should just be honest with you. It seems he's too much of a coward to do that. I'm so sorry for the pain he's put you through but I'm really not the cause of it."

Kimberly looked into his eyes as her mouth worked silently. She could see he was telling the truth. Her rage suddenly left her and with it her strength. She began to crumple to the ground so Kyle pulled her to his chest and she began to cry. He stood there in the middle of the driveway with the small woman coming apart at the seams. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed against him. Kyle heard a car approaching and gently moved them to the grass as a taxi pulled up to the front door. He watched in surprise as David stepped from the front door with his suitcase in hand. The big man's face was filled with guilt and shame but he turned away and climbed into the back seat of the taxi.

Then he was gone.

"Come on, let's go inside," he said gently.

He walked her across the driveway and into the lobby.

"Did you want to join us for dinner tonight?" he asked.

"No... I can't face anyone," she leaned her face against his chest again and he rubbed her back. "I just want to lie down."

Kyle walked her up to her room and stopped outside of her door. "I'm really sorry this happened. You definitely deserve better." He sighed. "It's been a rough few days. Gwen left me to elope with the author. Fiona broke up with Alfred. Now this. Maybe tomorrow at breakfast we should pick Carl and Larissa's brains for clues on what keeps their relationship working," he said with a gentle smile and she cracked a weak smile for him.

"For me, cycling here has really lifted my spirits. Are you going to stay with the tour?" He caught her eye and he saw her make the decision right then. She nodded. "Ride with me tomorrow?" he asked.

Kimberly smiled with trembling lips and nodded to him again. He gave her another warm hug and she went into her room.

He went back to his room to quickly change his shirt as the one he had on was wet with Kimberly's tears. He changed into a black dress shirt and headed down to the dining room. He spotted Fiona who's face lit up when she saw him. He approached the table and she gestured to the chair opposite her. He slipped into it and gave her an apologetic smile.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," she said quietly.

"Sorry about the delay. David just left Kimberly. His taxi just picked him up."

"What?!?" Fiona gasped.

"Yeah, David wanted out of the marriage but was too much of a coward to just tell her the truth. So, he told her I told him to leave her. I managed to convince her that was another lie. She was pretty upset so I talked with her for a bit. She said she wasn't up to eating so she went to bed."

"I'm so sorry for her. David was a creep for doing this to her!" Fiona growled angrily.

"Yeah, he should have been honest with her from the start. I wish Gwen had been honest with me. Then it wouldn't feel like I've wasted so much time on her," he said with a sad look.

"Should we order a bottle of wine?" Fiona said to change the subject. She didn't want to talk about time lost. She was feeling particularly sensitive to that idea at the moment.

Kyle caught on pretty quickly and smiled at her. "Red or white?"

Fiona's smile widened as she appreciated his sensitivity. Albert had always been so dense when it came to picking up on the subtle social signals. She spotted a wine she liked on the menu and looked to him. "Red, if you don't mind?"

"Sounds good," he nodded.

Fiona caught the eye of the waiter and placed the order for the wine. They looked at the menu and both decided to stick with something light so they wouldn't feel too weighed down... later.

Skye was sitting a few tables away but was making faces at Kyle much to the annoyance of her mother. He finally shook his head at her and Fiona turned to see who he was gesturing too. That was enough to make the young woman mind her own business.

"She's a wild one," Fiona said, smiling knowingly at Kyle. He just nodded to her but kept his opinion to himself.

The wine arrived and was poured and Fiona did the honors of tasting it. She praised it as very good. Then they gave the waiter their order.

"So, our group is down to seven," Fiona said with a slight smile.

"Seven is a lucky number," he insisted.

"Will Kimberly stay with the tour?" she asked.

Kyle shrugged. "She said she would but she may have a change of heart. I told her the cycling was making me feel better so I hope she follows my lead."

"What's next for Kyle MacDenny back in Canada?" Fiona asked.

He smiled and thought about returning home. His smile faded as he realized he didn't really want to go back to the apartment he shared with Gwen. Too many memories there.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I don't know. I think I'll need a new place to live."

"Gwen owns the house?" Fiona asked.

He shook his head. "We rented an apartment. It's under my name as I found it before I met Gwen. I just don't care for the idea of living there with all those memories. I think I need something new." He recalled his words to Dita and smiled. "I think I'm ready for a really big change. Maybe I'll move to France... find a new job and a place in a quaint village, like this one."

Fiona's eyes sparkled with mischief as she imagined a few things Kyle might do to 'earn his keep'. She suddenly thought of a most delicious idea. "Have you ever considered visiting Santa Barbara, California?"

Kyle's eyes locked on hers and she felt a spark jump through her body at the intensity of his gaze.

"What would I find there?" he asked casually, the corners of his mouth showing a hint of a smile.

Fiona was fantasizing about taking Kyle around the tennis club and the nightclubs to show him off to her friends. She squirmed a little on her seat as a tingle began between her legs and she felt her face warm up. Her eyes were drinking in his hard body.

Kyle picked up on these signals and saw the impression of Fiona's stiff nipples pressing against the tight fabric of her dress. His smile slowly grew. "Ah... I'm starting to see the appeal."

She glanced down, following his eyes, and a rush shot through her body. She wanted him so much, wanted to take him right there in the dining room but the waiter chose that moment to deliver their meals. She glanced over at Kyle as the waiter was placing the plate before him and his eyes were still on her. Fuck! She felt so hot and tingly.

Kyle thanked the waiter and they began to enjoy their meal.

After a short time, Fiona could no longer contain her curiosity. "So... would you consider a visit to Santa Barbara?"

He paused to take in her attempt to look nonchalant but he could see she really needed his answer. He decided then that he would see what California had to offer. He smiled to Fiona and nodded. Her face lit up with a broad excited grin.

Carl and Larissa nodded to them on their way out of the restaurant and Kyle watched them with a pensive expression.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"Hmmm- oh! No. I was just wondering what magic ingredient the Burkettes have to maintain a marriage," he said with a sigh.

"Maybe they're just more compatible than my husband was with me and your fiancé was with you," she reasoned.

He nodded as he thought about that.

They finished up their meal and passed on the dessert.

"Are you two going to join us in the bar for drinks tonight?" Skye asked as she paused by their table on the way out of the restaurant. Helen stood behind her trying hard to show only casual interest.

Fiona found herself nodding as she wanted to maintain a friendship with the two women during the trip. Besides, she still had the rest of the night to enjoy Kyle.

He saw her nod and smiled at the two ladies waiting for them. He stood up and eased Fiona's chair back to help her to her feet.

"Such a gentleman!" she purred.

He grinned and offered his arm as they followed the Livingstons out.

The Burkettes were already in the bar enjoying a drink and music was playing. Two other couples were on the dance floor swaying to the tune.

"Would you like to dance?" Kyle whispered into Fiona's ear and a tingle ran down her neck.

She nodded to him with a smile and they moved to the dance floor as Helen and Skye joined Carl and Larissa.

Fiona slowly spun to face Kyle and he pulled her body to his as he took her hand in his. She gasped quietly as she felt the heat from his body.

"My, you feel very good!" she sighed as she moved against him.

"You feel wonderful too!" he returned with a smile.

They glided around the dance floor with the other couples and Fiona's face grew hotter as she felt his hard muscles pressing against her tits. She bit her lip and looked up through her bangs to see he was watching her with hungry eyes. This made her cling a little tighter to him which forced a small moan from her as her nipples tingled madly against him. She caught his smile when he heard her.

Too soon the song ended and they made their way to the table shared by their group.

"Where are David and Kimberly?" Larissa asked when they took seats next to them.

Fiona looked to Kyle who gestured for her to fill them in. She gave him a happy smile as she was hoping to be the one to share the story with the others.

Helen, Skye, Carl and Larissa leaned closer to Fiona who dished on the latest developments. Kyle didn't correct her little embellishments as none of them were truly mean spirited nor did they paint Kimberly in a bad light. If anything, Fiona made her out to be the tragic hero.

"I hope she continues with us. The cycling has been very therapeutic for me," Kyle added when Fiona was done. The blonde nodded enthusiastically.

A song began that Helen enjoyed so she reached across the table to tap Kyle's hand. He faced her.

"Would you dance with me?" she asked timidly.

"Of course!" he said with a smile and got up to guide her to the floor. He took her in his arms and they began to move. Helen looked thrilled.

Back at the table Skye leaned towards Fiona with a wicked smile on her lips. "Mum's got her eye on Kyle."

Fiona gave the young woman a predatory grin. "Tonight, he's mine. He offered me his upgraded room and I accepted as long as the upgrade included him."

Larissa's eyes were wide with surprise and Carl seemed to be frozen with his mouth open.

"Is he going to try to sleep with Larissa next?" Carl snapped angrily when his wits returned.

"CARL!" Larissa shrieked in embarrassment as her hands went to her face to hide her blush, the idea of being taken roughly by Kyle racing through her mind.

"What? He's had his way with this one and her mom! We saw him making out with Dita and now he's got his eyes on Fiona!" Carl's eyes widened as a thought came to him. "Kimberly no longer has a husband to protect her from him!"

Skye began to laugh loudly and Fiona watched her and Carl with a sly smile on her face.

When Skye got control of herself again she patted Carl's hand. "Kyle didn't come on to us! We seduced him!" She looked over at Fiona and picked up quickly that she'd done the same. "Fiona did as well!"

Carl still looked upset so Fiona tried to put his mind at ease. "Kyle isn't hunting for partners. Earlier tonight he watched you two leave the restaurant and said he wondered what your secret ingredient was for a happy marriage."

Larissa grinned at Fiona and reached out to take her husband's hand. "See, he's a good man!"

"Except for when he's being naughty!" Skye stage whispered to Fiona.

"Then he's even better!" Fiona chuckled wickedly and set Skye off too.

On the dance floor Helen was enjoying being within Kyle's arms. They moved effortlessly to the song and she really enjoyed feeling his hard muscles against her softer body. "You dance very well!" she purred.

"I'm just following your moves. You've had lessons? Danced professionally?" he asked curiously.

A soft smile made her eyes twinkle happily. "Lessons when I was a young girl."

He leaned in to pull her closer and whispered in her ear. "You dance beautifully!" He felt her tremble against him. "Please excuse me if I'm being too bold but I was wondering if you might share my room in the next chateau with me tomorrow night."

"Oh!" she gasped, her arms tightening around him as she pressed her softness against him more firmly. "Yes!" she said breathily.

He kissed her cheek as the song ended and they slowly parted. "Until tomorrow then."

She was smiling ear to ear as they made their way back to the table.

Fiona cast a knowing smile at the group and stood to take Kyle's hand. "It's getting late. Would it be ok with you if we retired to our room?"

She was being a little too explicit about their intentions which caused Kyle to blink in surprise and cautiously look to the others.

Skye was wearing her usual wicked grin, Helen was still smiling happily at the promise of their next night together, but the Burkettes looked... conflicted. Carl's expression was unreadable but Larissa's... she worried him.

"Sure. Have a good night!" he said to the others as he yielded to the tug of Fiona's hand.

When they were making their way up the stairs towards Fiona's room to get her suitcase he stopped her on the landing and she turned to look up at him in question.

"What did you tell Carl and Larissa? They were looking at me strangely. I thought Carl might even take a swing at me!"

Fiona pressed herself against Kyle's chest as she looked up at him with her big blue eyes. "Pay no mind to Carl. He's just a little confused about your intentions towards the ladies on the trip. Not to worry, Skye and I set him straight."

Kyle frowned. "He doesn't think I want to have sex with his wife, does he?"

"No! Well, not after we explained that to him," Fiona explained.

"Dammit! What happened to being discreet?" he growled.

Fiona pouted up at him as she subtly rubbed her tits up and down against him. "Skye started it! She told me Helen wanted you. So, I told her that you were mine tonight as we're sharing your upgraded room. Carl and Larissa overheard us."

"Skye," he muttered. That girl was a human wrecking ball. He locked eyes with the blond. "Her being loose lipped doesn't mean you have to be!"

"Oh Kyle, there's nothing loose about my lips," she purred as her hands slid down to his ass to pull him against her. She sighed happily feeling the beginnings of his erection press against her mound. He felt so big! Compared to Alfred, at least.

Kyle was having difficulty maintaining his annoyance with this sexy woman's body touching him in all the right ways and places. His fingers were suddenly in her hair and his mouth was on hers as he kissed her deeply. He felt her tremble against him and his kiss became more demanding.

"Ahem."

Kyle blinked in confusion as he pulled back from Fiona's mouth. He'd heard something.

Fiona's mind was whirling as she stared at Kyle's lips. Alfred had never kissed her like that and she wanted more. Why had he stopped?

Skye and Helen passed them on the landing, both of them grinning happily at the couple.

Kyle's face burned as he took Fiona's hands from his ass. He pulled her after him, up the stairs and in the opposite direction the Livingstons had gone. They stopped before the door to Fiona's room and the blonde fumbled with the key to get it open. They didn't spend much time in the room as she only had to get her suitcase and any items she'd unpacked.

Suitcase in hand Kyle led Fiona up one more floor to the grand suite. They went inside and Fiona gasped in delight.

"Oh my god! This is lovely!" she said moving into the room to take in the huge four poster bed, the beautiful antique furniture, the large windows and luxurious coverings, and the view from the window.

Kyle moved up behind her and pressed himself against her. She cooed in bliss as he wrapped his arms around her. His left went under her tits and he squeezed her breast in his palm, gently tugging on her nipple. His right arm slid down her stomach, slipped under the hem of her tight dress and cupped her pussy.

"Oh FUCK! Kyle!" she squealed as he pulled her back against the ridge of his cock which pressed between her ass cheeks. She was on tip toes as he held her against his body. His fingers stroked across her sodden panties as she moaned and squirmed.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! You're going to make me cum too soon!"

"I'm going to make you cum many times tonight," he rumbled in her ear and she sucked in a breath as his clever finger's dual assault on her nipple and pussy took her through the first orgasm.

She barely registered her feet leaving the floor as he carried her to the bed. When she dropped face first onto the soft surface she squeaked in surprise. Feeling his hands pulling her panties roughly down her legs made her head spin. She felt the zipper on her dress drop next, followed by the release of her bra strap. When his hands left her body she looked over her shoulder to see Kyle stripping off his shirt and she ogled the hard muscles of his torso. He wasn't big or bulky but there was no soft pudginess or looseness like Alfred had.

Down went his pants and underwear and her eyes widened to see his hard cock bounce upwards and slap the tight muscles of his stomach. Fuck! He was so much larger than her husband!

Fiona scrambled to her knees on the bed and pushed her dress down her body until she was naked before him. She looked up to his eyes and saw his desire for her. A tremor ran through her as he reached for her. She knee-walked to the edge of the bed and he took her head between his hands, his fingers sinking into her hair as he kissed her passionately. She felt her mind swept away by the sensations of her naked skin on his, the heat of his cock pressing against her stomach, the sensual caress of his lips on hers and the tease of his tongue stroking her lips. Her need for him grew to a fevered pitch and she began to make mewling noises as her hands moved over his back and down to his ass.

She felt his cock throb in response against her and moaned in need. She pushed back from the kiss.

"Oh god, Kyle! I need you inside me!"

Kyle's eyes flared with lust then he paused. "I didn't bring a condom."

"I'm on the pill. Please, I need you." she begged.

He felt himself getting harder from her words and the feel of her fingers sliding over his hot skin. "Are we going to need lube?" Kyle asked and Fiona leapt from the bed to dash over to her suitcase to get a tube of the slippery stuff. She rushed back and Kyle's eyes widened as he watched her large, round tits bouncing as she moved. He grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed to cover her body with his. She clutched at him and cried out as his cock ground against her mound and rubbed across her clit.

He kissed her deeply then began to move his kisses down her neck to caress the tingling flesh of her tits. He sucked, nibbled, and teased her nipples until she was thrashing under him. Then he moved his kisses downwards again.

When he finally reached her pussy he spun on the bed to move his cock above her face. She immediately sucked him into her mouth and stroked his hard cock with her active tongue. He moaned against her pussy and her hips rose off of the bed as she squealed with her mouth full of cock.

Fiona took him down to the base and he felt her throat swallowing the head. He thrashed her stiff clit with his tongue as he teased her rosebud with a slick fingertip.

Her body was rocking with tremors and he was surprised at how wet she'd become. He pulled his cock from her mouth and turned himself on the bed once more. He looked down at her flushed face with her dreamy eyes and swollen lips. He kissed her hard and she clung to him as he lowered his cock to press the fat head against her wet opening. Her eyes flew open as he pushed himself just inside.

She pulled back from his kiss as her mouth dropped open.

Then she got loud.

"FUCK! OH MY GOD, YES! FUCK ME!"

He glanced at her to see if she was just overacting as she was so loud but her bliss seemed genuine. Her trembling was certainly an honest reaction.

He eased his cock inside her with slow strokes in and out, gradually pushing himself deep inside until he rested his hips against hers. For good measure, he rocked from side to side to stimulate her clit.

"OH!! YES! FUCK! OH FUCK! SO FUCKING BIG! SHIT! YOU'RE SO DEEP!" she howled as he began to do slow withdrawals and fast forceful thrusts to slap their bodies together.

"AAAAHHH! UHHH! FFFUUUHHH! KYLE! FUUUCK! FFFUUUCCCKKK!!" Fiona screamed as she clung to his ass, her nails digging in almost painfully.

This pain kept Kyle's orgasm at bay so he was able to keep up the pounding until Fiona tripped over the edge of her next orgasm which sounded like a huge one!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKK MMMEEEEE KYYYYYYYYYLLLLLE!!"

He hoped the chateau's walls were soundproof but it was too late to worry about that now. He slowly pulled his cock from her body and she gasped some more. Her eyes were half lidded as she slowly came down from her bliss.

"Oh fuck, Kyle! That was so good!" Fiona sighed then glanced down. Her eyes widened as she saw he was still hard as iron. She bit her lip then gave him an odd look.

"What?" he asked.

"I want..." she began then her words slipped into a whisper he couldn't understand. Her body language suddenly became timid and submissive.

"Fiona, speak up. What do you wan-"

"My ASS! I want you in my ass!" she got out in a rush.

Kyle looked at her in surprise. "Are you sure?"

She nodded nervously. "Alfred preferred doing it there but it wasn't that stimulating for me. I need you're cock in my ass. I need to replace the memory of Alfred with you."

Her need was firing Kyle's lust for her and he felt himself throb in anticipation.

He flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her ass and shoved a pillow under her hips to keep her ass slightly elevated. She squeaked in anticipation.

Now he was going to need that lube. He picked up the tube and applied some to his cock and squirted some of the cool gel directly into her ass.

"AHHHH!! Fuck! That's cold!" she whined.

"I'm asking once more. Are you sure?" he asked.

She looked back over her shoulder. "Yes," she said nervously.

He held her eyes and she nodded as she bit her sexy lip. His cock throbbed again.

"Relax," he said gently.

He tipped his cock down to rub the fat head against her puckered orifice. He rubbed and Fiona moaned excitedly. He applied pressure on his next pass and the head slowly sunk inside.

Kyle felt Fiona bearing down as she pushed herself up on her elbows. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in silent protest at his sudden presence in her ass.

He held himself still as she struggled to get used to a cock which was so much larger than her ex-husband's.

"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she began to chant quietly.

The heat and pressure was heaven for Kyle. He pushed another inch deeper and felt Fiona begin to tremble.

"Too much?" he asked carefully.

Her jaw worked but nothing came out. He began to withdraw and she reached back frantically to stop him. She tugged him forward so he reversed direction to sink even deeper inside her hot channel.

Fiona was reeling from the sensations exploding through her ass. He was stretching her wide, searing her insides with his heat, and filling her so deliciously! This felt nothing like the tease Alfred had given her. She slipped her fingers under herself and began to rub her clit in tight, rapid circles.

He eased out and slid in, deeper again and felt her bear down on his cock again. He was getting closer.

"AAAHHHHHH!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! WAIT! AHHHHHH!!" she cried out.

Kyle couldn't get over how loud Fiona was during sex. Her uninhibited noises were damn sexy too so he did his best to ignore the idea of someone overhearing.

He stroked in and out and maybe got two thirds of his cock into her ass before she tightened so much that he could go no deeper.

"FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK MMMYYYY AAAASSSSSSS!!" Fiona screamed, rattling Kyle's nerves but he did as she asked and began to fuck her in slow even thrusts.

"OOOHHHH!! GEEZUS! OH GEEZUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MY TIGHT ASS WITH YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK!!" she howled.

This spurred Kyle to speed up and her vocalizations became unintelligible.

"UUUNNGG! GGAHHH!! FFFUUUUHHHH MMMEEEE!"

He was beginning to pant with the effort of fucking her so vigorously and felt his release racing up on him.

"Fiona! You're too fucking sexy! It's too good! You're gonna make me cum!" he gasped.

"YES! UUHHH! FILL- FILL MY ASSSSSSS! FFFUUHHH MMMEEE KYYYYLLLLEEE!!" she gasped out as her body went through a series of spasms, muscles clenching. Her own release was triggered by Kyle's words and her flashing fingers.

Kyle pushed himself in deep and felt his cum shooting out in jets into Fiona's hot ass.

"YYYEEESSSS! SSSSOOO GOOOD! YYYEEEEESSSSSSS!!" she cried as her inner muscles squeezed and pulsed to milk the cum from his balls.

He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the bliss.

When he was finally finished, he eased himself out of her ass and watched the stretched orifice slowly constrict and relax. It still looked pretty red and angry from the abuse.

Fiona was breathing in deep gulps on the mattress. He caressed her ass cheeks and she hissed quietly and trembled, sparks of electricity shooting through her muscles.

He moved to lie beside her and she turned her head to watch him with sleepy eyes. He saw she was done in. He smiled at her and she gave him one too.

"For such a petite woman, you certainly make your presence known!" he said with a smirk.

She tried to hide her mischievous smile then just relaxed into it. "What can I say? I'm a woman of strong passions!" She winced a little as a muscle in her ass twitched.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yes, so amazingly good," she sighed then yawned. Her smile turned self-conscious. "Sorry, but you've worn me out."

"It's fine. We should get some sleep. We have more riding to do in the morning," he grinned.

She gave him a pained look. "We'll see how it is in the morning but right now, my ass is in no shape to get on a bicycle seat."

He gave her a sympathetic frown and she shook her head and lifted her face for him to kiss her plump lips. He caressed them with his and she rested back with a sigh.

"You're very good at that!" she purred happily.

He smiled then felt it wobble. "Yes, well... I guess I got something out of my five years with Gwen." It was her turn to look sympathetic but he smiled at her self-consciously as he shook his head. "Please ignore my self pity. I have no real reasons to complain. She helped me be a better version of me." He looked away as that thought stuck in his throat. "No, she helped me become someone she liked more. And I willingly did everything she asked. I don't... I don't even remember what I was like before."

"Don't you like yourself now?" Fiona asked.

He thought about that. The only thing he could honestly say he really missed... was being in love. He realized now how much he'd given of himself in the relationship. She was everything to him and he'd willingly molded himself into her picture of a perfect boyfriend and fiancé.

And it wasn't enough for Gwen.

He took stock of his life as it was now. He was fit, dressed well, recognized and appreciated good food and drink from bad, and had a well-paying job with money in the bank. He certainly hadn't been lonely on this trip. If anything, there'd been an overabundance of female company. He'd enjoyed them and they really seemed to enjoy him.

He recalled the talk he'd had with Dita in the town square about moving on from his current job. He was good at it but it didn't really thrill him and now, he was ready for a change. He remembered how content he'd felt that night with the idea of moving on. If he wasn't comfortable with himself he doubted he'd have been able to feel that content.

He smiled as he looked into Fiona's concerned but lovely blue eyes. "I suppose I'm happy enough." Her smile came back tenfold.

She turned off the light and snuggled in against him as he laid back against the pillow to stare up at the ceiling. He felt Fiona relaxing and soon heard her soft breathing as she slipped into sleep.

He wasn't so lucky and continued to stare up at the ceiling as his brain picked at the question he'd been unable to answer or ignore.

If he'd changed himself to become Gwen's ideal mate, why had she tossed him aside so easily? What was he missing that she couldn't live without?

Chapter 7

Kyle was grateful that today's ride was so relaxed. He'd had a rough time sleeping and woke feeling tired.

As they glided along the smooth paved trail beside the river they kept their pace slow and just soaked in the ambience.

He'd also had an awkward time at breakfast as it felt like every eye was on him. He got his answer about the chateau's soundproofing as Fiona's vocal outburst from the night before had not gone unnoticed. She seemed oblivious to the watchers. With her lovely abundance of cleavage on display, she was probably used to being the center of attention.

Speaking of the woman, she'd been all smiles this morning and absolutely glowed with vitality and satisfaction in her yellow and orange flowered cycling jersey and pink cycling shorts. Her tits were stretching the tight fabric of the jersey and made his cycling pants feel a little too tight as well.

Once they were seated at a table for two by the window overlooking the magnificent gardens, Kyle noticed the breakfast room staff were particularly attentive and tended to hover close by. Each time he'd smiled at the young women they'd burst into giggles and move off into the kitchen.

"I guess I don't need to ask how your night was," Skye smirked as she walked past with Helen who was all smiles too.

He'd managed to finish up his breakfast and endured the attention until Fiona was finished as well. Then he'd made a hasty retreat to the courtyard where the bikes were stored. Fiona announced to him that she'd ride with Vivian in the van for the first part of the day. She'd try to join them in the afternoon as riding through some small villages along the river sounded lovely.

He'd spotted Dita coming out of the chateau and smiled at her. The expression she'd given him in return was unreadable and that had further unsettled him.

What had finally eased his mind was seeing Kimberly ride up next to him as they headed out from the parking lot. She'd decided to follow his advice and use the ride as therapy for her soul. They'd ridden side by side all morning, not speaking, just being in the moment and enjoying the now. He was surprised to realize how much her peace of mind helped his own. He'd had a lot of time to not overthink and he was feeling much better about himself by the time they pulled into the first of the small villages. They'd be having lunch at a small restaurant overlooking the river.

The others had already made their way to the tables when Dita approached him as he adjusted the seat height on his bike.

"Perhaps you are not going through rebound after all?" she said with a slight edge to her voice.

He looked and saw a guarded expression on her face. He didn't want to lose her friendship. "I'm still trying to figure out what's going on with me. Honestly, I planned none of this!"

"You are doing well for not planning it!" she snapped.

He sighed and shook his head. "Dita, I'm sorry if my behavior upsets you but I haven't lied to you. I'm being completely honest and open. I've been thinking about how much I changed for Gwen. How much I did to make her happy. I'm not who I was before I met her. Yet, after everything I did to make myself into someone I thought she wanted, she discarded me. That hurt more than anything I've ever experienced." He frowned and looked down at his feet.

When he looked up again he held Dita's eyes with his. "I- I guess I'm trying to figure out what makes me happy. I'm just now starting to think in those terms again. I haven't in a long time. I need to know what I want in life for me. One thing I am sure of is that I don't want to hurt anyone or I wouldn't be so worried about losing your friendship." He gave her a hopeful expression.

A smile was struggling to slip onto Dita's lips but she hid it with an exaggerated scowl. "So, you are not hunting the ladies?"

He snorted. "Hunting? Hardly! Honestly, the ladies have been the hunters on this trip." He grinned then his smile softened as he thought about that. "It's my willingness to be 'caught' that feels so strange to me. Until this trip, I'd only ever had one partner. Gwen. First and only."

Dita's smile finally escaped and flashed brilliantly at him. The one he returned to her was relieved and she blushed fetchingly as she bit her lip.

"You are a very charming man, Mr. MacDenny," she said to him with a raised eyebrow.

He shrugged self-consciously. "I'm just trying to be sincere."

"This is good. Keep it up," she said with a coy smile as she headed off to the restaurant. He followed after a moment.

When he reached the table he saw the guides had joined them. He took a seat between Vivian and Kimberly.

"Today's route is so lovely! I have no desire to race through it!" the petite red head said to him with a happy smile.

"Same here," Kyle responded, smiling as well.

Vivian leaned forward to address Kimberly around Kyle. "The ride in the afternoon is even more scenic. It takes you through three more villages before reaching the chateau where you'll be staying overnight. I've managed to convince Fiona to get back on the bike for the rest of the ride." Her eyes suddenly locked on Kyle's and her face bloomed with the heat of embarrassment before she looked away.

Kyle looked questioningly across the table to Fiona to see her knowing smile. So the ladies in the van had 'talked'. Vivian had likely heard from the staff from the last chateau as Dita had as well. He sighed.

The waiters arrived and took their orders, sparing everyone from having to address the awkward silence.

Jules managed to keep them entertained through lunch by telling them the history of the region and they were enthralled.

The dynamic of the group had changed dramatically with the exit of Alfred and David. Fiona's soon-to-be ex-husband had been aggressive on the road and perceptibly condescending towards the casual riders. David... well, he just didn't want to be there and they all knew it. With the pressure removed, everyone was so much more relaxed. Kimberly especially blossomed in these conditions. The hesitation she'd shown around her husband was gone and Kyle was happy to see her laughing joyfully at something Larissa was saying. He'd known they'd get along.

Fiona was chatting with Helen, Skye, and Dita and he could hear them giggling. From the glances he was getting across the table he picked up that he might be involved somehow in that conversation.

This left him with Vivian and Jules, the latter giving his vocal cords a rest as he ate his own lunch.

"How do you work out the rotation for who drives the van and who gets to enjoy the bikes?" Kyle asked Vivian as he'd heard the wistfulness in her voice as she described the afternoon's route to them earlier.

"We try to take turns over the subsequent weeks so we all get to ride our favourite sections at least once every three weeks. It's all worked out on a calendar. Unless injury or illness prevents it, we'd all prefer to be on the bikes," she answered and Jules nodded.

"That seems fair. Sounds like an awesome job!" Kyle stated.

Vivian grinned happily. "Yes, the only drawback is being away from home for so long. I switched a week on an Austrian tour to work this one this week so I could visit home on our way by."

"Cool!" Kyle said with a big smile.

"The chateau you're staying in tonight is particularly beautiful and overlooks the river. Did you get the upgraded room in this one?" she asked curiously.

"Yes," he said with a nod.

Skye perked up when she overheard this. "Kyle, who are you going to favor with the upgraded room this time?" Her volume and emphasis on 'favor' made it clear for everyone to hear.

He gave her a vexed look then noticed Helen's hopeful expression and recalled their conversation at breakfast the previous day and the promise he'd made while dancing. "I promised the next one to Helen."

The woman in question clapped her hands together with a little squeal of happiness then her face flushed with embarrassment. Her smile, however, would not be subdued. She held Kyle's eyes and he knew what she wanted. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod and she struggled to hide her ear to ear smile.

He caught Skye giving him a happy smile of her own and knew she was thrilled for her mother. He thought she was a really good daughter if a bit of a hellion! He snorted to himself and ate the last bite of his lunch. He was swallowing when he looked to his left to see Vivian watching him. He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Did I get something on my face?" he asked and she started.

"No! Sorry, I didn't mean to stare!" she blurted apologetically.

Kyle looked across to Jules but the man just shared a smile with him and went back to eating.

There was a burst of almost hysterical giggles from across the table and more lustful glances from the ladies so Kyle decided he was finished his lunch. He turned back to Vivian.

"What time are we back on the road?"

"In 30 minutes," she answered quickly.

He nodded and got up from the table. "I'll be back in 25."

He headed across the street and made his way down the road to a pharmacy he'd spotted the sign for. He made a quick purchase then headed back to the parking lot. When he got back he stowed his shopping bag in the support van as Vivian had returned to it then went into the restaurant's men's room.

He quickly did his business and was on his way out when small but strong hands planted on his chest and pushed him back inside.

"Skye! You can't be in here!" he yelped as she guided him backwards into one of the stalls and locked the door behind herself.

"We don't have much time and what you're doing for mum got me so fucking hot!"

He frowned at her. "I'm not doing her a favor, you know. I really like Helen!"

Skye grinned at him. "I know! That's what makes it so great! Come on! We have to be quick!"

"What-"

Skye dropped to her knees and tugged his cycling shorts down. Then he was in her mouth and growing rapidly.

"Geezus!" he gasped, grabbing the stall walls to stabilize himself. She bobbed her face over his groin quickly pumping his cock into her mouth until it became hard.

She pulled back and ripped open a condom pack and rolled it down his cock with her mouth and hands. She stood and spun them around so his back was to the door and she turned to face the wall as she pushed her own shorts down to her knees.

Kyle looked down at her perfect, round cheeks and saw how wet she was. He stepped forward and pressed the head between the puffy lips.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" Skye gasped quietly.

She was tight but so wet he had no trouble pushing himself all the way inside her in just a few thrusts. He moaned at the amazing sensation.

"Oh fuck! Kyle! Fuck me! Quick!"

He drew himself out and, gripping her hips tightly, he slammed her ass back against his body. He set up a steady pace then began to accelerate his thrusts until he was pounding her ass, the wet slaps filling the bathroom.

"UUUuuhhhh! FFFUUUUUHHHH! FFFFFFUUUUUUHHHH!!" Skye moaned as her pleasure mounted. She moved one hand down to rub her clit and the other to tug a nipple to force her own release to spike.

Kyle was right there. He needed her to finish as he wasn't going to last much longer. He reached forward and took a grip on her pony tail.

"AAAHHH!! FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!" Skye wailed as his hold on her hair was just the trigger she needed to trip over the top.

She clenched down on his cock which began to fire into the condom.

He growled as he held her ass against him, enjoying the waves of bliss coursing through his body. He could feel her trembling as he finished. He drew himself out and tugged the condom off.

Skye turned and dropped her ass onto the toilet seat with relief then leaned forward to suck his softening cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and cleaned him.

He gasped as it was too sensitive but she pulled free with a pop and smiled up at him. She stuck out her tongue, showing him the cum she'd collected, and made a show of swallowing it.

He pulled up his shorts and she stood to do the same. They rushed out of the washroom and made it to the parking lot to see the group riding off ahead of them.

Vivian was standing by the support van looking distinctly uncomfortable.

"Sorry about that," Kyle said with a weak smile but Skye just gave the woman one of her trademark wicked grins.

They got on their bikes and headed out after their group. As they rode something popped into Kyle's head. He looked over at Skye. "You carry condoms with you when you cycle?"

She barked a laugh at his incredulous expression and shook her head. "Not usually but I brought some this trip as I planned to get mum laid. She's been sad since Dad fucked off with his secretary. I've gotten her out of the house and exercising but her self-confidence took a bad hit and she hasn't been with a man until that first night with you. She really enjoyed that!"

He shook his head in amazement as he listened. "This trip isn't exactly designed to be a singles hook-up scene."

She grinned and shrugged self-consciously. "I thought we might hit a nightclub or two on the trip but discovered too late the places we'd be staying had nothing to offer like that. It was truly kismet we met you and I'd love to thank your fiancé for being so colossally stupid."

That shocked a laugh out of Kyle and they shared a happy smile. His expression turned puzzled again. "Why were you carrying a condom on today's ride?"

"Hey, I'm thrilled for mum but a girl's got needs and you fill that need really well. I was just looking for an opportunity," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"And you made the opportunity," he said realizing he'd been stalked and claimed once more. Her wicked grin was back.

They caught up to the group and rode up next to Helen and Fiona who both gave them knowing smiles.

Fiona indicated she was doing well when he asked. Her look told him she regretted nothing. He felt the heat in her eyes go straight to his cock.

Kyle kept moving up the group while Skye stayed at her mother's side. No doubt to share the details of her latest adventure with her mum and Fiona.

He caught up to Carl and Larissa and gave them a smile as he passed. The man's smile was brief and conflicted but Larissa's was nervous and... a little dreamy. He quickly lifted himself out of the saddle to rush ahead before Carl noticed his wife's state.

As he caught up to her Dita was smiling at him. "Hunted again?"

He snorted then nodded self-consciously.

"I think you are going to be physically drained once this tour is over," she said teasingly.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." He raised his eyebrow at her and she laughed at him.

Kimberly coasted back to them. She smiled at Kyle with a twinkle in her eye. There was a long straight stretch coming up which ran parallel to the river, mature trees shading the entire section. "Sprint to the next bend?" she asked hopefully.

"Bring it," he said and a wide smile burst onto her face.

When they rounded the corner Kimberly leapt from the saddle and surged ahead. Kyle pulled himself up onto his pedals to give chase and struggled to close the gap. The woman was a natural sprinter! They shot past Jules who shouted out a cheer to them.

Kyle poured on the power but only managed to catch up to her rear wheel as they reached the next wide corner. She gratefully let herself sink back into the saddle and coasted as he pulled up next to her, panting heavily. "Damn woman, you're fast!" he gasped with a grin.

Kimberly was breathing hard too but her smile was exultant. She loved to win!

They rode easy for a while letting the others catch up. Just before they did Kimberly looked over at him.

"Thank you, Kyle."

He glanced curiously at her. "For what?"

"For convincing me to stay and ride. You were right. This is the best therapy!" she sighed looking at the river.

"It worked for me. I had a feeling it would work for you as well. I could tell how important cycling was to you. I can't think of any place I'd rather be right now. Can you?"

She grinned shyly and shook her head.

"There you go!" he grinned in return.

Jules pulled up next to them. "We are about to enter the first village. There are sections where we might have to get off and walk our bicycles as the pedestrian traffic can be quite busy." They nodded and slipped their bikes behind his to follow.

The rest of their party caught up just as they entered the narrow streets of the village. Kyle used his cell phone to take photos of the group riding between the old buildings, peering into the shop windows, and interacting with the locals. By the time they exited out the other side of the village they were all gushing about how quaint and picturesque it had been and how they were looking forward to the next one.

The afternoon rolled on and they were enthralled by the scenery and enjoyed the next two villages immensely. By the time they reached the chateau they were all feeling that this day had been the best so far.

As they gawked at the splendor of their next accommodation from the wide driveway before the building, they realized Vivian hadn't been wrong with her opinion of the beauty of the chateau.

Kyle looked up towards the top floor where the Imperial Suite was and admired its large windows. He turned and looked behind them and realized it would have an awesome view of the grounds and the river beyond.

They left their bikes with the guides and made their way inside. Kyle gestured for Helen to join him at the check in desk. She was smiling at him happily.

"Hi, Kyle MacDenny," he said to the man behind the counter.

"Ah! Monsieur MacDenny! Welcome! The Imperial Suite has been prepared for you and your bag has been taken to the room," the slim fellow stated with a wide smile. "Is this Ms. Carrington?" he asked, turning his smile to Helen who blinked in confusion.

Kyle channeled some of Skye's impishness and leaned forward to speak conspiratorially to the older man. "Let's just say... tonight, she is. If you could have someone move Helen Livingston's bag to the Imperial Suite as well, that would be great."

The man's eyebrows looked like they might disappear up into his thinning hair as his surprised eyes jumped between Kyle and Helen. Her face was blushing nicely but also showed her excitement. She swatted Kyle's arm playfully.

"Of course, Monsieur MacDenny. I'll have this done immediately!" he said looking slightly flustered. He gestured to a young bellhop to attend to it. He turned back to Kyle. "If you could give us a moment, I'll just process the next guest."

"Of course!" Kyle said and guided Helen to stand a bit to the side as Skye stepped up to the desk.

"Ms. Carrington, the second." Skye said with a straight face and watched the clerk's smile turn into shocked confusion.

"Skye! Don't be such a tease!" Helen scolded with a gasp. "She's Skye Livingston."

The young woman grinned at them as she signed in and the man gave her a key for her room. The bellhop had already left to take Helen's bag from her room to Kyle's.

Sky waited with them as the other guests got their rooms. Once the bellhop returned, Skye headed off to her room to change. Kyle moved back to sign in and get his key and a second one for Helen. As he was turning away the clerk caught his attention once more.

"Oh, pardon! Apparently, there was a call for you earlier but the caller did not leave a message. It says they hung up rather abruptly," the man said with an annoyed expression as he looked at the note.

Kyle looked back at him in surprise. "No name?"

"My apologies but the message was taken by one of the morning staff and there is very little information here. The note simply says they asked if you were here. When they were told you weren't here yet but would be arriving in the evening they hung up. Again, I am sorry the message is so incomplete."

"Who knows you're on this trip?" Helen asked.

"I gave my itinerary to my boss but he promised to leave me alone this week. It was probably him just having a moment of weakness," Kyle said with a grin. He took the message from the man, read it himself and shrugged, crumpling it into a ball. "I'm not calling him back. I'm on vacation!"

"Yes!" Helen cheered.

He tossed the crumpled note in a high arc into the trash can behind the counter and cheered for himself causing Helen to giggle. She hooked her arm through his elbow and they headed for the stairs.

There were a lot of stairs but they finally reached the landing before a fancy door. Helen looked at him with an excited grin so he gestured for her to open the door with her key. She did and they walked into the large hotel room. Directly before them was a large seating area. To the left was a set of ornate doors which Helen rushed to and opened with a flourish. Beyond was a large bedroom with a grand canopy bed.

"I hope they supplied rope so I can tie you to those bed posts," Kyle said earnestly and Helen's eyes flew wide as she spun to stare at him.

"I'm teasing... unless you actually want me to tie you down and take you unmercifully all night," he finished with a raised eyebrow and a naughty smile.

Helen felt an intense thrill course through her body as her mouth worked silently. She was completely frozen by her conflicting thoughts and emotions. The idea of being tied up frightened her greatly but Kyle having his way with her, totally dominating her, driving her wild all night sounded like something she wanted very much... but might not be able to endure. Their last evening together had wiped her out.

He smiled at her. "It's fine, I'll ravish you in other ways," he purred.

She grinned widely at him then her smile slipped into a worried look. "I'm not young like Skye or sexy like Fiona-"

"Helen! Please don't think for a minute that I don't find you incredibly attractive and damn sexy! I'm amazed that I get to spend some time with you! I really like you!" he said stepping close to her and tilting her face up to his so he could kiss her tenderly.

She melted against his chest as his kiss became more passionate and she clung to him.

Once he pulled back he smiled at her dreamy look. "We need to freshen up and head down to the dining room to meet the others. We'll have time to really enjoy ourselves later."

She sighed and nodded.

"Do you want to shower first or shall we shower together?" he asked and her eyes widened in surprise and delight once more. "No funny business... yet."

They went into the opulent bathroom and ooo'd and ahhh'd over the décor before stripping out of their cycling clothes. Helen ooo'd some more when she eyed his sweaty muscles and he drank in her lovely body with a big smile on his face.

They managed to shower without giving in to their desires, much, and walked out into the seating area afterwards wrapped in towels. Helen moved to the window to admire the view and Kyle couldn't stop himself from slipping up behind her to press his body against hers, wrapping his arms around her from behind. His hands automatically cupped her breasts through the towel and she gasped as his lips found the side of her neck. A tremor ran through her body.

Kyle glanced out the window and saw Carl and Larissa walking the grounds hand in hand.

"Our friends are going to see you standing in the window. The slightest tug and this towel will drop away and your beauty will be exposed to the world. They'll see your lovely breasts," He squeezed her nipples drawing another gasp from her and her ass began to grind back against his cock. "They'll see the wanton look on your beautiful face. They'll know what a naughty, sexy woman you are."

His kisses reached the top of her bare shoulder and she whimpered with need. She was rubbing her thighs together as she ground against him.

He was surprised when she tugged her towel away herself then squeezed his hands tight over her tits. She pulled his right hand down between her legs and he slipped his fingers into her hot pussy. She was naked but his arms were now covering her private bits. However, there was no hiding what they were doing.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!! KYLE! YES!" she cried but her eyes never left the window. Were the Burkettes watching? There was movement in the garden as well. Maybe the staff could see her! She felt so incredibly naughty!

Suddenly, she saw Larissa's jaw drop open in shock as she turned to face the building. The woman was tugging on her husband's hand to draw his attention as well. It was too much for Helen.

Kyle pulled her body back against his own to keep her on her feet as she convulsed in a sudden and powerful orgasm. He was stunned at how quickly she'd cum! He glanced out the window and saw the Burkettes standing on the path staring up towards them. Kyle stepped back from the window carrying Helen awkwardly but the woman was too far gone to notice.

So... she was an exhibitionist!

He gently released her in front of the bed and she flopped down onto the soft surface to gasp for breath as she returned to her body. He had a sudden flashback to being in this position with Fiona just the night before and the thought rocked him for a moment. Then he looked down at the beauty relaxing on the bed before him and he returned to the now.

He rolled her over onto her back and kissed her lips. Then he made a show of sucking her juices from his fingers and she moaned as she watched this. He smiled and moved off to get dressed. He felt himself calming downstairs and sighed gratefully as struggling to stuff himself into tight pants wasn't so much fun.

He put on his burgundy dress shirt and his khaki slacks and walked back to the bed. He saw Helen was back to looking timid. He sat on the edge of the bed and pushed her hair back to see her lovely face.

"You must think me a terribly wicked creature!" she moaned.

His eyebrows rose and a smile slipped onto his lips. "What? No! I think you're a damn sexy woman! I had no idea you enjoyed exhibitionism!"

She squeaked when he put a name to her excitement and she shook her head rapidly with wide eyes.

His grin widened and he nodded to force her to accept the truth. "There is nothing wrong with what you just did. You didn't expose anything you couldn't see on a beach though what we were doing wasn't something you'd see there." He dipped his face down and kissed her. She smiled at him afterwards then her shocked look returned.

"I can't go down there and face the Burkettes! Carl and Larissa will think horrible things about me!" she blurted in despair.

"Of course you can! Own your actions! They were bold, daring, and terribly exciting. I seriously don't believe they'd think less of you for being so brave but if they do then that just makes me sad for them." She was watching him with surprise in her eyes. She obviously hadn't expected him to be so supportive. He wondered if that meant her ex-husband had been a judgmental, controlling prick.

"Come on. Put on something pretty and let's go rub your sexiness in their faces!" he said with a grin and her face flushed red. She put her hands over her face and moaned until he gently tugged on her nipples. She squeaked and lifted right off of the mattress following his fingers.

She gave him a hot look then got off the bed to prance over to her bag. She pulled out a ruby red dress and some sexy matching lace lingerie. He sat on the end of the bed and watched her get dressed. Her eyes were twinkling with happiness as she saw his hungry look.

When she was dressed, he grinned and nodded in approval. "That's a very sexy dress and you look delicious in it!" There was a lot of cleavage on display from the deep neckline and the hem only reached mid-thigh so her legs were displayed nicely.

She smiled widely and did a little pirouette for him. "Skye bought it for me and insisted that I bring it. I never thought I would wear it!"

"I'm so glad you did! You look gorgeous!"

With a happy grin she rushed off to the bathroom to dry and style her hair.

She put on a little makeup and soon returned to slip on some red pumps from her bag. She twirled once more and he sighed happily. She truly did look lovely in the flowy dress. He opened the door and led her out into the hall. Once he'd locked up he turned to see she was beginning to have second thoughts. He offered his elbow an turned slightly to face her.

"Chin up. Shoulders back. Tits forward. Hint of a smile on your lips like you own the world and know it. You are a Queen. Own it!" he said as he saw strength flow into her limbs. He paused for a moment to bask in the change. "Wow! Ok, let's go stun those poor bastards with your beauty and grace."

They moved down the stairs arm in arm, setting a relaxed pace and gradually reached the main level. They walked through the halls and people stopped to admire the woman on his arm. He could feel her trembling but glancing over he saw it wasn't fear but excitement. He smiled and guided her to the restaurant. He spotted Skye and Fiona waiting for them at the long table their party had reserved and he did his best to stifle a snort. Both were also wearing red dresses but with radically different designs and shade variations. Skye's blood red sheath dress had lace sleeves and clung to her slimmer figure. Fiona's off the shoulder scarlet dress made him wonder how her large tits managed to stay inside and ride so high! He looked to Helen who appeared to be deflating as she saw the two ladies.

"You're all equally beautiful but in delightfully different ways!" he said quietly but forcefully and her eyes locked on his. She saw his sincerity and her confident smile reappeared. Her shoulders went back again and he allowed himself the pleasure of an admiring glance. She positively glowed as she reached the chair next to Skye. He held it out for her and she settled into it gently as he pushed it in for her.

Kyle took the chair between Helen and Fiona and smiled across at Carl and Larissa. He noticed the empty chair next to Carl.

"Is Kimberly joining-" he began when he spotted the woman rushing in the entrance.

She spotted him and smiled as she headed in their direction. Her steps faltered a little as she took in the color coordination of the dresses on his side of the table. She glanced down at herself and looked back at Kyle's wide smile. She was in a candy red, sequined party dress with exposed shoulders and a poofy skirt.

As Kimberly settled into the chair next to Carl, Larissa pouted. "I feel like we missed the memo explaining the dress code!" she lamented and got chuckles from Fiona and Skye. She was wearing a lovely blue dress and Carl had on a black dress shirt with grey dress pants.

"You all look amazing!" Kyle said, making sure he included the Burkettes in his admiring smile.

Carl nodded stiffly as he took his wife's hand in his possessively. Larissa gave him a loving smile and the man relaxed a little.

The waiter arrived and Kyle ordered a bottle of wine and Fiona ordered a second one.

"How many will be enjoying wine this evening?" the man asked and everyone raised a hand. Surprised eyes looked across at Kimberly.

"What? I enjoy a glass of wine on special occasions!" she insisted.

"What's the occasion today?" Carl asked as the waiter left to get the wine.

"Today I realized my future isn't bleak at all! I have so much to look forward to!" Kimberly said with a wide grin.

"You go, girl!" Kyle cheered, making Kimberly giggle.

Carl flashed him an uncomfortable look and Kyle sighed. He didn't want to be treading on eggshells all night with the man.

"Carl, could I speak with you for a minute?" he asked as he pushed his chair back.

The man froze then nodded and pushed his chair back too.

Kyle led the way out to the hall outside the restaurant then turned to face him. He could see Carl was already looking defensive and uptight.

"Have I offended you in some way? If I have, I didn't mean it and I'm sorry," Kyle said.

Carl snorted and scowled as he looked away.

"What can I do to make you feel at ease around me?" Kyle continued.

"Look! I get it! You're young and horny but do you have to fuck every woman you meet?" the banker growled. "You've got Larissa looking at you like a bowl of chocolate ice cream while I look like a bowl of porridge!"

Kyle gave him a troubled look. "I wouldn't do anything to threaten your relationship with your wife. What you have is beautiful! It's what I aspire to have one day. She may look but there's really no harm in that! Everyone looks. It's human nature. It's meaningless. You have to know, she loves you completely! I can see it in her eyes when she looks at you. She knows you love her too and that truth and honesty is what keeps your marriage solid! I thought I had that love once, but it wasn't real. I hope one day I will find it for myself."

Carl looked less upset but he was still fidgeting.

"What is it?"

"Could you at least not have sex where we can see or hear you do it?" he asked quietly.

Kyle nodded with a wince. "I am so sorry about that! I had no idea that was going to happen... both times."

Carl took a deep breath.

"Friends?" Kyle asked holding out a hand.

Carl shook the offered hand and looked Kyle in the eye. "Are you going after Kimberly too?"

"No! I'm not going after any of them! I swear I'm not. Before this trip I'd only ever been with one woman and she left me. I'm just trying to enjoy the cycling on this trip! I certainly don't mind the female companionship but I'm not going after them." He leaned close to speak quieter. "Helen is divorced, Skye is single, and Fiona had Alfred sign divorce papers. I wouldn't have an affair with Larissa! I'm not an asshole!"

Carl barked out a surprised laugh and relaxed. He nodded and they went back into the restaurant.

As they approached the table, curious eyes were watching them. Larissa's face showed her relief when she saw them both smiling.

"What was that about?" Skye asked.

Kyle just glanced over at Carl with a smile. "Guy talk." The banker nodded and smiled in return.

The mood at the table was much better after their little talk and the wine helped as well.

Kimberly was especially relaxed and happy so Fiona started to serve her water between servings of wine to limit the hangover the small woman was going to have in the morning.

Once dinner was over they went out onto a patio behind the chateau where a bar and dance floor had been set up much to the delight of the ladies. Carl and Kyle didn't get a chance to sit down for long from the constant requests to dance.

They spent a couple of hours on the patio until they were pooped out and decided to call it a night. Kimberly had been avoiding the water chasers so she was more than a little tipsy.

Kyle sat down next to her and gave her a concerned look. "I think you should drink some more water before you go to bed tonight. I don't want you waking up tomorrow with a thumping headache."

"Oh Kyle, you are soooooo sweet! Don't worry about little ol' me! I'll be fiiiiiiiine," Kimberly slurred and leaned forward and landed her cheek on his chest. "Woooo! You are a hardbody!" she moaned against his shirt.

Kyle eased her back upright and gently pried her hands from his shirt. He looked pleadingly over at Carl but the man just snorted and grinned at him. Kimberly's eyes were wide as she ogled him unabashedly.

"Larissa, could you and Carl help Kimberly back to her room?" Kyle asked. The woman nodded.

Fiona returned from the bar with a bottle of water. "Make sure she takes this with her," she said handing the bottle to Larissa. Then she took Kimberly's face between her hands and made the woman face her. "Drink all the water in the bottle before you go to bed tonight!"

"You guys are so nice to worry about meeee!" Kimberly said, her eyes beginning to tear.

Before that could burst into waterworks Kyle helped her to her feet and she grabbed him around the waist and hugged him.

Her hands slid down to his ass and he moved his to lift hers away. She pouted up at him. "Oh poo!"

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She squealed then moaned disappointedly when he pulled away. "Drink the water tonight and maybe you get another kiss," he said with a grin. Her eyes twinkled with promise.

Larissa and Carl gathered her up between them and headed inside.

Skye hugged Kyle next and her hands landed on his ass as well. She squeezed the hard muscles and cooed.

"Good night, Skye," he said lifting her hands from his body.

She grinned and moved to give her mum a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

Fiona smiled at Kyle. "May I get a good night kiss?"

Kyle looked to Helen who smiled and nodded.

The blonde wasted no time to press her big tits against his chest, her arms wrapping around him as she tilted her face up to his. He smiled then brought his lips down to hers and left her swooning when he pulled back moments later. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled dreamily.

"We are definitely going to have to do more of that later," she sighed as she stepped back. She turned to her friend. "Have a wonderful night, Helen!" she called out as she went into the chateau.

The auburn-haired beauty grinned at Fiona then took Kyle's offered arm. They waved to the bartender who was watching in confusion then made their way inside and up the stairs.

Kyle got them inside their room and slowly unzipped Helen's dress, slipping it off her shoulders and following it down as he knelt before her. He ran his fingers under the waistband of her sexy panties and moved them gradually over her hips and down her legs.

As he touched her body he looked up at her with a hungry smile. "You are truly gorgeous!"

She trembled under his touch and gasped when he leaned forward to press his lips against the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

"Oh god, yes!" she sighed. Since their first night she'd wanted him to use his mouth on her again. Her ex had never done it for her and she found it to be so sexy!

His lips and tongue explored her silky smooth skin as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her grip became a little tight when he finally reached her wet lips but he forgave her passion. He drank from her as she whimpered and moaned, pulling his face tighter against her sex. He brought her to a quick and intense release and had to hold her steady with his hands on her ass when her legs threatened to give out.

"Fuck! Oh Kyle! The things you do to me!" she sighed.

He stood and swept her up into his arms to carry her to the bed. He used her feet to push the sheets down and laid her back against the pillow. Then he slipped her lacy bra from her body. "Beautiful!" he sighed as he appreciated the view of her relaxing on the bed. He moved to the bathroom to quickly undress and rinse her juices from his face. She'd gushed a little in her release.

Naked, he moved back to the bed and heard... gentle snoring. She was out.

He snorted in amusement and climbed into bed. He pulled the sheets up over both of them and tucked her against his side and she made little happy sounds in her sleep.

Kyle recalled Gwen making sweet sounds like that and frowned as the unwelcome comparison popped into his head. He wondered how long it would take for her to fade from his recollections.

He hoped it was soon.

Chapter 8

The next morning Helen was mortified that she'd fallen asleep on Kyle the night before. She only stopped apologizing when Kyle, on the way down to breakfast, pinned her bodily to their room's door and kissed her deeply to prove he wasn't upset. She really enjoyed his proof.

Later, when she'd confessed her gaff to Skye and Fiona, they found the situation hysterical. Even Carl and Larissa had a laugh when they overheard. Kyle took the ribbing with a smile and kissed Helen's hand to show the others his feelings weren't in the least bit hurt.

The group noticed Kimberly was missing at breakfast so Fiona went to check on her. She returned to say all was well and delivered the message that they'd see the redhead later.

When they walked out to the courtyard they saw Jules would be driving the support van. This allowed Dita and Vivian to spend the day on bikes with the group. Everyone said their good mornings and gathered around to hear the day's itinerary.

Kimberly rallied and arrived just in time to join the meeting. She had the help of some pain killers to dull the hangover's headache. She sipped at a water bottle.

Vivian smiled at the group. "Today's ride is a half and half. The morning half is like yesterday's ride without the villages. Very flat and scenic." She looked over at Kimberly who was still a little pale, or rather, more pale than usual. "An easy roll," she smiled and Kimberly returned it thankfully.

The guide continued. "We'll have a short climb just before lunch which we're covering. After lunch the hills continue. Nothing really hard but there is definitely an uphill trend. Some fun rolling hills but more climbing to get to the picturesque hillside village where we'll be staying tonight. This is the hometown of my boyfriend."

She grinned at the hoots and wolf whistles the group made and waved them to silence. "Oh shush, you guys! Seriously, you're like a bunch of teens!" she teased with a smile.

Fiona gave Kyle's butt a pat, the tip of her tongue held playfully between her pearly white teeth. He gave her a raised eyebrow and the hint of a smile. She just grinned in return.

"Tonight after you check into the hotel, you're on your own for dinner. The village has many wonderful restaurants so you can't go wrong."

They moved to their bicycles and Kyle did his inspection before he took it for a little spin in the driveway. He was happy to see Vivian getting Kimberly to eat an energy bar.

Soon they were on the trail and everyone found their position in the procession. No one seemed to be in a big hurry to reach that first climb of the day.

Helen was riding in front of Kyle and she knew he was watching her so she'd send him smiles from time to time. He heard giggles behind himself and glanced back to see Fiona and Skye riding side by side. They were watching his ass and had big grins on their faces.

"Teens!" he barked at them in mock outrage and they giggled some more.

The morning wore on and they finally began to move away from the river and the trail began to hint at the hills ahead.

The pace slowed but everyone was managing to stay on their bikes up the climb. Kyle looked back and saw Kimberly was suffering so he slipped back and fell in beside her. She looked over and he saw it in her eyes. She wasn't enjoying this part.

"May I assist?" he asked.

"How?" she replied with eyes that begged him to end her misery.

"Maintain your line. I'll ease the effort by giving you a push. I'm not trying to be fresh. Ok?" he asked and she nodded with wide eyes.

He reached out to the side with his right hand and placed it on her tailbone as he took some of the load off of her legs. He watched her carefully as he pushed but she was keeping her bike moving in a straight line.

Kimberly felt the relief immediately and sighed. "Oh, that's better. Thank you!"

He nodded but kept his eyes forward to ensure they maintained a distance from the riders before them.

The effort wasn't too great but Kyle was certainly feeling it in his legs, arm, and back. Dita rode back to see how they were faring and smiled at Kimberly's grateful smile.

"We'll reach the restaurant shortly and you can both take a break. "Do you think you might want to ride in the van this afternoon?" she asked Kimberly who glanced nervously at Kyle then nodded.

Dita smiled and moved forward again.

The petite woman looked over at Kyle. "You don't think less of me for not being able to ride well today, do you?"

"What? No! That's silly! You're obviously in pain. You should let yourself recover," he said with a frown. "I'm surprised and impressed you managed this much today but you really should take it easy this afternoon and if you don't I will be upset with you!" He smiled to take the sting out of his words and she smiled gratefully again.

They crested the hill and saw the village just up ahead. He released Kimberly's back as they coasted down the slight grade towards their destination. They followed the group down a side street and reached a small outdoor patio with tables. The support van was there and Kimberly sighed in relief.

Soon they were relaxing under the umbrellas of a small cluster of tables overlooking the fields and valley beyond.

Fiona had managed to snag a chair next to Kyle at his table with Vivian and Kimberly getting the other two. At the table to their right, Jules was entertaining the Burkettes and Helen while the table to Kyle's left had Dita and Skye whispering to each other and smiling in his direction, much to his unease.

The booze was not covered but Kyle ordered a bottle of wine as the setting seemed to cry out for it.

"None for me today," Kimberly moaned and received nods from the others.

"I'll have your glass!" Skye called out and Kyle rolled his eyes with a smirk.

Lunch was fresh meats, local cheeses, fresh bread rolls, and salads. Kyle made himself some small sandwiches.

As they enjoyed their meals Fiona leaned forward to catch Kimberly's attention. She caught Kyle's eyes in her cleavage and smiled happily for it. "Did you drink the water I gave you last night?" she asked the woman.

"Yes! That was from you? Thank you!" Kimberly gushed.

"That means you can claim that second kiss Kyle promised you," Fiona teased.

Kimberly's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. "Second... kiss?"

Vivian was watching the drama unfold with intense interest.

"Yes! You were... very affectionate last night. Don't you recall grabbing Kyle's yummy ass?"

Kimberly made a squeak noise as her eyes shot to Kyle.

He raised his hands to calm the woman. "It's not as racy as Fiona is making it out to be. You were drunk and yes, you got a little handsy."

Kimberly squeaked again, her hands now covering her mouth in dismay.

"I gave you a kiss goodnight and promised to give you another kiss if you drank the water. We were concerned you wouldn't drink enough and you'd be in pain today," he explained.

"Oh my god! This is why I don't drink!" the woman moaned.

Kyle laughed gently. "You were fine. Nothing inappropriate happened. You hugged me, gave me a little extra squeeze, and I gave you a little kiss. It was innocent."

Fiona laughed. "Those lusty looks she was giving you last night weren't so innocent."

"Hey! You be good!" he chastised the blond who raised her hands in mock surrender.

"You can punish me later," Fiona purred and bit her lip which sent sparks to Kyle's groin.

"Teens," Vivian mumbled to herself and Fiona grinned at her, feeling as young as one.

Kyle cleared his throat and shifted on his chair to ease the pressure much to Fiona's delight. He had to change the subject. "Vivian, you said your boyfriend rides in the Tour de France. Is that where you met him?"

She grinned happily. "No, I was leading a tour through the countryside and he was on a training ride and caught up to us. He decided to ride with us to the next town. He lived there and he invited me to dinner. The rest is history."

"Sweet!" Kyle said with a grin and Vivian glowed happily with her memory of the day. "Have you ever attended the tour with him?"

"Not yet but I'm working on him for this year!" she said with a determined look.

"His coach will forbid it," Dita offered.

Vivian looked over at her in question.

"The man does not allow his riders to have sex during the tour," Dita explained.

Vivian got a flustered look on her face. "We wouldn't-"

"Oh please! I've heard you speak of him in ways that would make Skye blush!" Dita teased.

"I don't believe anything makes Skye blush. She's shameless," Kyle scoffed.

The young woman in question laughed and nodded to him, licking her lips. He shifted on his chair once more and returned his attention to his lunch as he heard her chuckle.

Once lunch was finished they made their way back to the bikes. Kimberly pulled him aside.

"I'm very sorry if I did anything rude to you last night," she said contritely.

He smiled to assure her. "As I said, it was innocent."

She bit her lip nervously as she focused on his mouth. "Would- would it be ok if later, once I feel better... could I ask for the kiss then?"

His eyebrows went up in surprise. "Oh, uh, are you sure?"

She nodded as she looked up at him through her bangs.

He smiled and nodded. "Sure."

Her smile was brilliant and she rushed off to join Jules in the van.

He shook his head at how bizarre his life had become since he'd come to France.

The afternoon's ride was definitely more challenging and Kyle found himself having to assist Fiona up one hill and Helen up another. When he helped Skye he caught on that they were just looking for an excuse for him to touch their asses.

He told them they were on their own on the rest of the route and got pouts for that.

It was late afternoon when they rolled into the parking lot of the hotel. It wasn't at the level of the chateaus they'd been staying at but it was definitely pretty from the outside. Dita and Vivian helped Jules stow the bikes as the rest made their way inside. They could tell Vivian was eager to head home. Kimberly rushed up to Kyle's side just inside the front doors.

"I'm feeling much better," she said with a wide grin.

"That's good- Ohhh!" Kyle said catching her real intent as her smile just got wider.

"I don't remember last night's kiss so I'll need to pay special attention to this one."

Fiona, Helen, and Skye were all giggles as Kyle looked a little flustered. He was glancing around at the expansive lobby and the bar beyond.

"Here?" he asked.

She nodded, unwilling to change her course and lose her nerve. "And this has to be a real kiss, not just a peck on the lips."

He squirmed a little more as Carl and Larissa paused to enjoy his predicament. He took a deep calming breath and turned his complete attention on Kimberly. He saw she was trembling with her own nervous excitement. This must be really outside of her comfort zone too. He fell back on his lessons from his now defunct relationship. He put everything else out of his mind, and Kimberly became his focal point, his universe. Her eyes widened as he stepped closer and looked deeply into her eyes. Her 5' 4" stature meant he was going to have to bend over quite a bit to reach her mouth. Instead, he surprised her by lifting her up against his body.

When she gasped, his mouth found hers and she was lost to his sensual kiss. After the initial surprise, her hands went into his hair and she made needful whimpers into the kiss, her legs wrapping around his body. He slowly pulled back from her soft mouth, stroking her trembling lips with his and she sucked in a breath from the shocks he was sending through her body.

"You need to put your feet down so I can set you down," he said breathily next to her ear and tingles rushed through her body.

Then the message sank into her consciousness. She unhooked her ankles and dropped her legs. He let her slowly slide down his chest and she gasped again feeling his hard bits pressing her soft bits in all the right ways.

He kept his arms around her as she got her legs under her and supporting her weight.

She looked up at him and licked her tingling lips.

"Was that ok?" he asked quietly.

Cheers erupted from the three watching ladies and Larissa jumped in surprise as she came out of her daze abruptly. Carl just rolled his eyes.

Fiona, Helen, and Skye surged forward to hug Kyle and Kimberly who was back to grinning madly.

"Kyle?"

The voice from behind him derailed Kyle's brain completely. He felt his world shift, his smile fell away, and he turned slowly to face the speaker.

Standing a few steps away was someone he never expected to see again.

Short, tousled black hair. Large, blue eyes showing surprise behind those sexy, serious, black rimmed glasses resting on her cute button nose. Her sensual mouth, just a little too wide but built for mind obliterating smiles, was currently hiding her white teeth as she wasn't smiling.

Beyond lovely.

"Hello, Gwen," he managed as his throat threatened to close.

The brunette suddenly found herself the focus of many pairs of shocked and angry eyes. "Can- can we talk? Alone?" she asked timidly.

Skye surged forward angrily but Kyle managed to catch her arms. "You'd like that wouldn't you! To sink your bloody claws into his heart again!" she spat venomously.

Gwen blinked in nervous surprise and turned her eyes to the others.

Fiona walked up to her and looked her up and down. "You made a truly stupid decision when you failed to appreciate what you had. I, for one, hope he doesn't give you another chance to hurt him."

With a hot glance back at Kyle, she walked away with great dignity, in spandex.

The Burkettes walked past without even looking at her and Helen pulled her daughter past, though both of them were scowling at the intruder.

"Are you sure you want to be alone with her?" Kimberly asked Kyle quietly.

He nodded to the redhead and she gave him a quick hug before leaving. But she kept her angry eyes on Gwen as she passed.

Then they were alone.

"May I ask you what you told them about me to generate such hate?" Gwen said with barely contained anger.

Kyle rocked back in surprise as that was not the first thing he was expecting her to say. When he recovered, he actually felt more centered. He could answer this question. "The truth. How I arrived expecting to find my fiancé only to discover, in a letter, that she'd dumped me. This after forcing me to spend stupid amounts of money on a trip for two when she never intended to join me," he growled.

Gwen blinked her big blue eyes at him, unfamiliar with facing his anger.

"Why are you here?" Kyle asked pointedly.

She glanced back over her shoulder in the direction of the reception desk where the others were arranging their rooms. She saw a few faces turned in their direction. She faced Kyle and collected herself as she began again. This was not going as she'd rehearsed.

"The woman with the huge..." she cupped imaginary tits out in front of her own.

"Fiona," Kyle said tersely and Gwen nodded.

"She... she was right. I made a terrible mistake... but I was seduced by Antoine! The moment I began working for him he began pursuing me. He was so passionate and tenacious I was swept away against my better judgement! He was the one who convinced me that you didn't deserve me!"

Kyle watched her closely. Partially because he had to determine if she was lying but mainly because his heart desperately wanted her back. He was shaken to his core just how much he wanted that. A hint of a smile began to appear on her lips as his need for her must have shown. He clenched his jaw and pushed that need down deep with sheer force of will, his eyes holding hers with an intensity which made her lose that smile quickly.

"You... you discarded... me," he ground out.

"No! I-"

He held up his hand to stop her. "After you tossed me aside I came to realize just how much you were in control of our relationship. I admit I was a willing subject. I would have done, and did do, anything you asked. You... changed me. Molded me into someone you wanted me to be. Someone closer to your ideal of a boyfriend then fiancé. Someone to fulfill your desires and as long as you were happy I gladly accepted it. Along the way, I forgot... me."

"I never meant-"

"It doesn't matter," he interrupted. "Being discarded hurt. More than I thought possible but... once more I find myself grateful to you. As much as I want to hate you for what you did to me when you tossed me aside for another man, the truth is, that cruel act woke me up. It made me realize I had to start thinking about me again. What I wanted out of life!"

"What... what do you want?" she said timidly and bit her lip as she used to when she wanted something.

He felt that small gesture rip through him and heard the roar of blood in his ears as tingles raced through his body. He staggered back a step as he realized he'd moved closer to her, wanting to kiss that lip. He took a few deep breaths with a scowl on his face as she watched him with worry now in her eyes.

He recalled that she knew exactly how to manipulate his emotions and physical reactions. She had direct access to his controls.

"DON'T!" he barked at her with a rough voice and heads turned in his direction. He glanced towards the group and raised his hand to stop them from returning to his side. He shook his head as he got control of himself.

"You don't get to do that to me anymore," he said with a strained voice, his eyes returning to hers. He saw her big blue eyes were becoming glassy and that felt like a knife in his gut. "No tears!" he blurted desperately.

"I'm sorry! You're making me very sad and I cry when I'm sad!" she exclaimed emotionally as her bottom lip trembled.

Kyle struggle to keep himself still. A voice in his head was yelling at him to pull her into his arms and kiss her tears away but he couldn't trust that voice as he realized it was hers. Trained into him. He'd been well and truly programmed. He couldn't trust his reactions around her and as the tears fell from her long lashes he realized he had to leave. Now.

His feet guided him out the front doors of the hotel and pointed him in the direction of the main square in the village. He walked without seeing and when he realized he'd stopped, he found he was sitting on a bench watching a fountain. He looked around and saw it wasn't in the main square. Just homes all around a small community courtyard with a nice water feature. It looked like a neighborhood.

He was lost.

Sometime during his walk, the sun had gone down and a cool breeze had picked up. He was beginning to feel just a little uncomfortable. He knew he had to go back to the hotel and get changed but the idea of facing Gwen again made him uneasy. So he watched the water dance.

"Kyle?"

He jumped as he heard the teary voice behind him and spun to face Gwen.

Except it was Vivian. Her nose and eyes were red from crying and she was looking at him in confusion, annoyance, and surprise. "What are you doing here?" she asked through her sniffles.

He leaned back against the bench letting his heart rate calm and shook his head. "I'm lost." He looked closer. "Are you ok?"

"Do I look ok?" she barked at him.

He just looked at her with sad eyes and shook his head. "I'm sorry."

Vivian looked like she might yell at him once more when she just collapsed on the bench next to him and began to cry again. He pulled her into a hug and she cried against his chest as he rubbed her back.

When her tears seemed to be stopping she pulled back and took another look at him. "Why- why are you still in your bike clothes?" she sniffled.

He frowned and looked down, feeling stupid for his actions now. "Gwen was at the hotel."

"Gwen? OH! That Gwen!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah. She started to cry and I couldn't deal with it. She's inside my head. She knows all the buttons to push. I felt like I was about to cave in and accept her back into my life so I just left and started walking. Next thing I knew, I was here." He shrugged and looked to her. "What brings you to this lovely fountain?"

Vivian looked like she was about to begin crying again but she forced it down. "Mathieu broke it off with me. He- he's moving to the States. He got a job with a big pharmaceutical company there."

"So he's moving to the states. Why does that have to mean he's breaking up with you? Weren't you already in a long distance relationship with him?" Kyle asked.

"One of the reasons he's going is named Melissa, his new fiancé. Daughter of the president of this big pharmaceutical firm," Vivian growled as she wiped her eyes.

"Ah! Bastard."

She nodded at Kyle's opinion of her boyfriend. Then her stomach growled hungrily. Kyle smiled at her.

"I take it you haven't eaten yet either?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"I know a nice local place not far from here," she said.

He gestured to his cycling clothes.

"Not to worry. They're very informal," she assured him.

He stood and helped her to her feet. She hooked her arm through his and guided him through a few side streets to reach another small restaurant off the beaten path.

The hostess was a white haired, older woman who rushed over and kissed Vivian's cheeks, almost starting the waterworks again. She spoke quietly to the blond for a bit then Vivian introduced her to Kyle and they were led to a table at the back.

Once they were seated and alone Vivian smiled self-consciously at Kyle. "Adeline is very sweet! She kind of adopted me when I first arrived. She was telling me how disappointed everyone is that Mathieu is giving up professional cycling to work in the States. She's especially upset with him for leaving me."

Kyle grinned at her. "She's good people!"

"The best!" Vivian agreed with a fond smile.

They ordered wine and a yummy looking stew with fresh baguettes. As they ate they discussed next steps for both of them. The wine was very good so they ordered a second bottle when they'd drained the first. They were both feeling much better and much more relaxed.

"So that's your plan! Quit and run around the world?" Vivian gushed as she swept her arm around in a big gesture sloshing wine onto her hand. She looked at the droplet and licked it off before turning her eyes back to him.

"Yes, I'm going to resign and give up my apartment... once Gwen gets the rest of her stuff out," he frowned thinking about that complication. He shrugged as it was trouble for another day.

"I don't collect... stuff, so I can easily carry my essentials in the duffle bag I'm using on this trip!" he asserted. The idea of shedding the excess and living light really appealed to him.

"I'm still young. I'm going to do a little traveling to see what life has to offer me!" He looked slyly at Vivian whose eyebrow rose as her eyes widened. "Maybe... maybe I'll try my hand as a tour guide for a bicycle touring company," he said with a grin.

Vivian burst into drunken giggles at the thought of him leading a group of excited ladies through the French countryside. "Remember our rule of 'No sex with the guests'! That might prove too difficult for you to follow!" she teased with a big grin on her face.

"Hey! None of that is my fault!" He snorted in frustration then paused as he recalled kissing Kimberly. "Ok, most of it isn't."

She grinned and nodded to him. "Well, I think you're being very brave and your plan is very exciting!"

"Thank you," he said nodding his acceptance.

"I only have a small amount of belongings, mostly clothes, at Mathieu's home." She sighed, not looking forward to the confrontation. "I'll get it tomorrow," she said.

"Nonsense! I'll go with you and we can get it tonight!" Kyle insisted. "The sooner he's out of your life, the sooner you can get on with your life and be happy again!" He flagged the older woman down and asked for the bill. Vivian made noises of protest but Kyle wouldn't hear of it. He gave the woman, the owner apparently, a generous tip then Kyle and Vivian staggered out the door leaning on each other.

They stopped to take deep breaths of fresh air. "Woo! I think you drank too much wine!" Vivian asserted.

"Me? I was just keeping up to you!" Kyle exclaimed. He puffed up his chest and put on a grand theatrical voice. "Never-the-less we must make haste to yon ex-boyfriend's domicile to collect your dainty unmentionables!" This sent Vivian into hysterical giggles. "See! You're the one who drank too much as that was terrible! Not funny in the least," he said with a grin.

They stumbled along through the neighborhood arm in arm until they reached a door in a row of two story apartments. Vivian hammered on the door until they heard the heavy thump of approaching footsteps. She grinned at Kyle but he could see she was struggling to remain calm. He put his arm around her and gave her a comforting hug.

Her nervous grin turned into a grateful smile just as the door flew open. Kyle looked up into the angry eyes of Vivian's ex. Kyle's eyebrows went up as he took measure of the soon-to-be ex-professional cyclist. He was wearing shorts and a tight, sleeveless undershirt which showed off his physique. He had to be at least 6' but he was slim and hard muscled. He was also gorgeous in that male-model-in-a-cologne-ad kind of way. Kyle struggled to recall if he'd seen him in one of Gwen's fashion magazines.

"Who the hell is this?" Mathieu growled.

"He's my lover, Kyle!" Vivian growled right back. "I'm here for my stuff! Get out of my way! I want you out of my life so I'm here to collect my dainty unmentionables!"

"Except for the ones he's wearing, of course," Kyle snorted, liking Vivian's game and how Mathieu's face got all screwed up with confusion and anger.

Vivian barked out a laugh as she pushed past the flustered man. She headed up the stairs as Kyle stepped inside as well.

The tall man glared at Kyle who just smirked back at him. This did nothing to ease the anger building in the ex-boyfriend.

They could hear Vivian opening and closing drawers and doors upstairs and Kyle could tell Mathieu wanted to go upstairs to stop her so he decided it was his job to keep him downstairs. He leaned around Mathieu to get a look at the living room and saw a bunch of awards and photos of the athlete in various races.

"I guess that's all you have left. Awards and photos of your glory days. What happened? Lose your nerve? Giving it all up to work a desk job?" Kyle said with a sly grin.

Rage flared in the man's eyes as Kyle struck a nerve. "You know nothing!"

"Maybe not, but I know you hurt a very special lady and that makes you a worthless piece of shit."

Mathieu grabbed Kyle's shoulders and shoved him violently against the wall making Kyle's head slam into the hard surface. It made his head ring and spin. That wasn't a good sensation with a buzz going on.

"Owww! Hey! You need to chill out!" Kyle barked and immediately regretted yelling as his head rang some more.

"You do not tell me to chill out in my home!" Mathieu yelled right in his face and Kyle winced from the echoes in his head.

"What's going on down there?" Vivian yelled from somewhere upstairs.

"I think Mathieu is trying to slip me a little tongue!" Kyle called out with a grin and watched the man's expression flash from shock, to horror, and finish with full blown rage. Distantly, Kyle realized this could be a bad thing but he was too far gone to stop himself. He laughed.

The closed fist struck his left cheek with a sickening double crack and Kyle's head rolled with the punch. There was no pain at first, just a sickening dizziness. A split second after that awful impact sound came a high pitched squeal which drilled into Kyle's brain. As his head rebounded from the punch his stomach said, 'Fuck it! Eject!' and Kyle's dinner heaved up and out rather explosively.

Mathieu was too busy screaming in agony from his two broken fingers to see the incoming spray until it splashed over his face. His screams turned into choking gurgles as he caught the hot mixture in his eyes and mouth. Instinctively he flung himself backwards away from Kyle, slipped, and went down in a pile on the hallway floor, slamming his right elbow against the leading edge of the stair's lowest tread. The sound of the joint cracking and tearing was audible.

The French man coughed to clear his throat and mouth then sucked in a mouthful of air to scream in agony once more.

Fear and adrenaline flushing most of the haze from her brain, Vivian raced back down the stairs tugging her suitcase behind her. She saw Kyle leaning back against the wall, trying to stay on his feet with a huge welt on his cheekbone. Mathieu was rolling on the floor, squealing and covered in... oh, gross!

She carefully stepped over the prone man and went into the kitchen. She dialed for an ambulance then brought Kyle a glass of water.

"Rinse your mouth out and spit in the sink," she instructed.

He staggered away with the glass in hand and she heard the sink running. Moments later Kyle wandered back munching on something green and leafy. She looked at him curiously.

"Found some parsley in a basket on the window ledge. Nature's breath mint," he said groggily. He touched his cheek. "My face hurts."

Vivian pulled his fingers away from the welt and examined the area. "Keep your hands away from it."

"Yes, dear," he said sweetly and looked down at Mathieu. He then looked at the suitcase. "Are you done? Can we go?

"Just waiting for the ambulance. It should be here shortly," Vivian sighed. She looked down at Mathieu and sighed once more. "You may be pretty on the outside but now I see you're rotten to the core."

There was a sharp knock on the front door and Kyle opened it. "Hello?"

Vivian pulled Kyle back as a police officer stepped inside. Her face lit up with a smile as she recognized the older man. "Jean-Pierre! I'm so glad it's you! What a mess!"

The official smiled and accepted the cheek kisses from the blond. "What happened?"

Mathieu began to shout and Jean-Pierre shut him down immediately with a few terse words in French.

"Earlier this evening Mathieu told me he was breaking up with me." The officer made a sound of dismay. Vivian nodded with a sad look. "He is moving to the States to get a job with a pharmaceutical company and he's marrying the company president's daughter."

Once more the officer made sympathetic noises.

"After dinner, I came back with Kyle here, who is one of the guests on the tour I'm leading." Jean-Pierre looked at Kyle who smiled at him as he swayed on his feet. "We had wine with dinner and are a little drunk. I went upstairs to get my belongings." She pointed to the suitcase. "I heard Mathieu yelling, a loud slap sound, then he was screaming. I rushed downstairs and saw Kyle leaning back against the wall with an injured face and Mathieu on his back covered in sick."

"I think I did that... after he punched my face," Kyle offered helpfully. "My face hurts. Can I go now?"

Jean-Pierre lifted Kyle's hands and inspected the knuckles. He saw no cuts, bruises, or abrasions. The same could not be said for Mathieu's right hand.

"You hit him?" the officer snapped.

"He came into my-"

"You. Hit. Him?" Jean-Pierre asked once more, forcefully.

Mathieu glared at the officer then nodded.

Jean-Pierre turned to look at Kyle. "You may go."

"Thank you," Kyle said softly as his head began to pound again. He reached back and winced at the goose egg bump he found on the back of his head. The officer leaned him forward and winced himself when he saw the bump. He glared at Mathieu who was painfully trying to sit up.

"Vivian, please take your guest back to his hotel," the veteran officer said.

"Thank you, Jean-Pierre!" she said with a smile and kissed his cheeks again. She grabbed her suitcase and without another look at Mathieu she guided Kyle outside.

They walked slowly through the village but soon they came within sight of the hotel. Kyle's buzz was quickly wearing off and with it the pain relief. His face was throbbing badly as was his head from the bump. He was truly grateful when Vivian walked him into the lobby.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED TO KYLE?" Fiona wailed as she ran out of the entrance of the bar towards them. Helen, Skye, and Kimberly were all right behind her. They'd been waiting and watching for him from there.

He closed his eyes painfully and held up his hands to get them to lower their voices as his head felt like it might explode otherwise.

Vivian quietly explained how her ex-boyfriend had dumped her, how she and Kyle had gone to dinner and had too much wine, and how they'd gone back to her ex-boyfriend's place to get her things. When she told them how Mathieu punched Kyle, the ladies squeaked in sympathy and his head spiked again.

"Can I just go to my room?" he pleaded.

"Gwen is there. She was still registered as the second guest in the room so she signed in and went to it to wait for you," Fiona said gently. "Your bag is also in the room."

His already unhappy expression turned grim. "Which room is it?"

"303. Third floor," Helen offered.

He sagged some more. In Europe that meant eight flights of stairs as ground floor was considered floor zero. He wouldn't make it up all those stairs. He was already feeling his pulse as hammer blows in his head. "Elevator?" he asked hopefully.

Fiona pouted in sympathy. "Sorry, no. You'll stay with me in my room tonight. I'm on the first floor. Helen and Skye will go up to speak with Gwen to get your bag."

He gently nodded then turned to Vivian who was hovering with a worried look on her face. "I can honestly say you are better off without Mathieu. Aside from that last bit at the end, I had a lovely time tonight. See you tomorrow?"

She nodded then ducked forward and kissed his uninjured cheek with a shy expression on her face.

He gave her a lopsided smile. "Don't worry. I won't report you for that."

She gave him a brilliant smile then walked away dragging her suitcase.

Fiona helped Kyle up the stairs, pausing now and then to allow the pounding in his head to calm down.

When they reached the first floor Kimberly tucked herself against his body for a hug then kissed his good cheek before saying good night and heading up to her room.

Helen and Skye said they'd be back shortly and continued up the stairs.

Fiona brought Kyle to her door and let them inside. She led him to the bed where they sat on the edge.

"Did you eat?" he asked her.

"Yes, we walked into town to look for you and ate at a nice restaurant in the main square. We kept an eye out for you but you didn't show. When we got back to the hotel we asked if you'd returned but they said no and that Gwen was waiting for you upstairs. Carl and Larissa waited with us for a while but they needed to get some sleep. The ride this afternoon wore them out."

There was a knock on the door and Fiona got up to answer it. In the hall, looking frustrated and angry, Helen and Skye stood before Gwen who was clinging to the duffle bag with a death grip, looking very nervous but defiant.

Helen handed Fiona Kyle's helmet and spoke first. "She insisted on speaking with Kyle before she'd give us the bag. I managed to convince Skye not to take the bag by force but just barely."

Kyle appeared in the doorway behind Fiona and took the helmet.

"KYLE!" Gwen gasped as she took in the bruising on his face. She saw him wince. So it was true and the women hadn't lied just to get the bag from her.

"Please keep your voice down. My head can't take the noise," he growled quietly. He found the pain actually made it easier to deal with her.

"I'm so sorry! Can't we talk?" Gwen pleaded.

He looked at her balefully then sighed. "Tomorrow. At breakfast. 8AM. Please give me my bag."

She moved closer, Helen and Skye barely moving aside so she had to thread her way between them.

Gwen glanced nervously at Fiona who stood in the doorway, giving her a hard look.

"Please-" she began.

"Tomorrow. 8AM. Bag," Kyle gritted between his teeth with his hand outstretched. His heart was pounding to see her so close and in such distress. This went straight to his headache.

Wide blue eyes held his and she held the bag out to him. He took a grip on the bag, stiffly turned and walked away, back into the room. Fiona smirked at her and stepped back to close the door in her face.

"You heard the man. Go back to your room and leave him alone until tomorrow," Skye spat.

Gwen looked at her then eased between them to rush away, heading upstairs.

With a nod to each other, mother and daughter headed off to their own room.

Inside, Kyle sat on the edge of the bed once more and fished his toiletry kit from the duffle. He pulled out a bottle of pain relievers. Fiona brought him a bottle of water and he sucked back three pills, gulping the cool water. He closed his eyes and rested for a moment.

"Why don't you just lie back?"

"No, I need a shower. Then I can sleep." He opened his eyes and pushed himself to his feet.

Fiona assisted him to the shower, undressed him, and while she enjoyed the view of his hard muscled body, she refrained from taking advantage of his nudity. Once he was clean and dry they went to bed and turned out the lights.

"I think you did very well speaking with her tonight. You were very firm," Fiona said.

"That was only because of the pain. I was ready to crumble seeing her in distress like that. I- I have very little control around her. As I told Vivian, she's inside my head. Even though, intellectually, I know how much she's manipulated me for her own happiness, my heart still wants her."

"No! You can't take her back! You can't let her control you again!" Fiona gasped as she clung to him.

He enjoyed the feeling of her body on his but his head was still not enjoying an elevated heart rate so he did his best to calm himself.

"I know." He thought about it for a minute. "I do believe she realizes she's made a mistake. I also believe she wants to go back to how it was. I won't do that. Now that I see how much I gave up, I can't allow that to happen again."

"Good!" Fiona asserted.

"Let's see how it goes tomorrow. I can't think straight tonight," he said with a sigh.

Fiona tucked herself against him and was soon breathing softly on his shoulder.

Even with the pain killers dulling his senses, sleep was not quick to claim him as all he could think of was the desperate look in Gwen's eyes tonight.

He'd never heard her beg before.

Chapter 9

He was relieved that the bump on his head had greatly reduced overnight though his cheek remained tender and slightly swollen.

The headache was gone and he was able to do his morning exercises without pain. Well, headache pain at least.

He showered and dressed for cycling. He had only a day and a half of cycling left and he intended to enjoy the fuck out of those days. Regardless of the lack of quality sleep he got the night before, he actually felt a little clearer headed this morning. He was up early so he leaned over Fiona's sleeping face and gently pressed his lips against her cheek.

"Mmmm... good morning," she purred.

"Good morning. I'm just going for a little walk before breakfast. I'll see you down there. Can you bring my helmet with you?" he asked quietly.

She smiled and nodded. "A kiss before you go?" she begged cutely.

He smiled and kissed her sensually, pulling back before she could wrap her arms around his neck.

"Fuck! You're a great kisser!" she gasped.

He smiled down at her and noticed her nipples were poking up against the sheet. He gently pinched them and Fiona gasped as her hunger for him flared.

He moved to the door smiling back at her.

"Oh, you tease!" she scolded with a grin on her face. Her eyes promised payback.

Slipping out into the hall, he listened to the subdued noises of the staff moving around, getting started on the day's preparations.

Downstairs he went, then out into the dawn streets for a walk, aiming for the main square of the village. When he eventually reached it, he watched the early morning sun bathe the old buildings in a cheery glow. All signs pointed to another hot day.

As he walked back to the hotel he saw Vivian and Dita preparing the bikes in the courtyard before the building. He smiled at the women and was surprised when Vivian rushed over to him and gave him a warm hug. Dita was right behind her to get a hug from him as well.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Vivian asked, turning his chin so she could get a better view of his cheek. She winced in sympathy.

"Actually, I'm feeling pretty good all things considered. How are you doing?" he asked looking her in the eye.

She understood his emphasis and shrugged. "I had another little cry when I got to our hotel but I'll be fine. You were right. I am better off without him," Vivian replied with a smile. Her expression turned serious. "How did it go with Gwen last night?"

It was his turn to wince. "She wouldn't give me my bag until she saw me but I convinced her to wait until this morning to talk. Wish me luck!"

"Will she be riding with us?" Dita asked.

Kyle stopped and stared back at her. "Shit! I hadn't thought of that! I hope not but she might want to. She's not getting Kimberly's upgraded bike!" he said with a scowl.

"We have Kimberly's original bike. It should fit Gwen," Vivian said and he nodded.

He walked inside and heard the murmurs of people talking and moving around in the dining room. Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves he forced himself to walk in and look around. It didn't take long for him to find Gwen. She was sitting in a sunbeam at a table for two by the window. His breath caught in his throat as she looked... beautiful.

Forcing that down he made his way across the room and spotted his friends at a nearby table.

Carl and Larissa looked up in shock when they saw the welt on his cheekbone.

"You ok, Kyle?" Carl asked.

Kyle tore his eyes away from Gwen's to look to his friends. "Yeah, I'm ok. Thanks!"

Larissa glanced over at Gwen. "We're here if you need us."

Kyle heard and felt her concern and gave the couple a warm smile. "Thank you."

He continued until he was standing next to Gwen's table. "May I join you?"

"Of course!" she said and he did.

They sat facing each other, both wanting to speak but neither wanting to start off on the wrong foot. Finally, Kyle began.

"Ground rules. No tears. Nothing emotionally manipulative. If, for one second, I believe you're trying to manage me, I'm gone and we will never speak again. Is this understood?" he said stiffly. Her mouth was open and she appeared to be about to protest so he shut her down. "Is. This. Understood?"

Her mouth closed and her frown was back. She was not used to Kyle dominating their conversation. It threw her off her game. She nodded to him.

"You've changed," she said.

He snorted. "Yes, but that was the point wasn't it? During our entire relationship the only constant was how I was changing. Changing for you!" Once more she made a sound of protest but he interrupted again. "Not every change you pushed for was bad. I will agree that most were beneficial. I dress better. I eat better. I'm fit and I fuck better. All of these things I owe to your constant pressure and demand for me to improve. None of these things I'm upset about."

Gwen's eyes were wide with surprise.

"What upsets me is that none of these things were for me. They were all for you. You saw potential in me to be someone you wanted and you carved away the bits you didn't like. My friends. My hobbies. My favorite foods. My choice of books, movies, and television. Even my choice of words. I changed the way I speak for you! And I was so consumed with loving you, I willingly and gladly gave it all up. I forgot who I was and became a blank canvas for you to create your perfect boyfriend and I was only happy when you were. I lost me."

"But you were happy!" she insisted.

"Not for me! For you! Always and in every way for you! When you left for France and we began that long distance torture it was a terrible struggle for me as the most significant part of me, you, was missing. Those months were hellish but I gradually began to heal. I used to do the exercises only because you wanted me to. When I was alone without your opinions I discovered I liked how working out made me feel. I allowed myself to stop eating the really nasty stuff you insisted I eat but I didn't replace it with the crap I ate before. The brightest spots during those months were the few times I visited you and even then, I could tell you were becoming distant. It was only when you finally ripped yourself from my heart that I realized how little of me was left! I'm only now beginning to consider my own desires. Like, what would I like to do with my life? What do I want for me?"

"We can have an amazing-" Gwen began.

"No. There is no we." He sighed. "There never really was," he said sadly.

They sat looking at each other across the table. Gwen was struggling not to cry. She knew Kyle would leave at the first tear.

The question that haunted Kyle surged to the surface of his mind once more. His frustration flared and he gripped the edges of the table with white knuckles. He leaned forward, staring directly into her eyes to hold her complete attention. "You invested so much time and effort into making me exactly what you wanted. What the fuck was missing that you couldn't live without?" he growled through his gritted teeth.

Gwen squeaked in surprise at his aggression. She was stunned. This wasn't her Kyle at all. The man she knew was sweet and endlessly giving, but also passive. This man was... fierce, assertive, and more than a little intimidating. Fuck... he was hot!

"This."

Kyle heard her whispered word and froze. He watched her biting her lip as the word sunk into his mind.

This.

How he was behaving, right now.

The answer felt like a slap in the face. She'd changed him in many ways to be a better boyfriend and lover for herself but... until now, he hadn't owned it. It was hers and when she wanted it he gave it to her but he'd never instigated... because he'd allowed himself to become her puppet. She had to pull the strings.

Ultimately, she didn't want what he'd become. When she realized that's all he was, she moved on... but not before punishing him for failing to be what she'd actually wanted. Just another example of her brand of manipulation.

He leaned back in his chair to stare across the table at her. "So, now you want what I've become after you abandoned me?"

"I told you, Antoine seduced me-"

"No. Sorry, I'm calling bullshit on your excuse. I'm not buying. He may have come on to you as an attractive alternative to me but not for one second do I believe you weren't fully in control of the decisions you were making. You need to own up to them."

Gwen pouted as she wasn't used to not getting her way with Kyle. It felt like she was trying to walk through a minefield. One wrong word and Kyle would feel manipulated and she'd lose him permanently. That thought sent a spike of panic through her. Another new sensation.

"I don't want to lose you!" she gasped, desperation in her eyes.

"Let me put your mind at rest on that topic. You lost me when you left that letter for me to find in the hotel," he replied with finality.

Gwen glanced at the nearby table where the other members of the tour were having breakfast... and keeping an eye on them. It was the gaze of the woman with the big tits that unnerved her the most. Gwen could almost hear her satisfied purr as the woman's eyes never left Kyle. She suddenly recalled the hot kiss Kyle gave the small redhead the day before and the facts finally sunk in. She was stunned she'd missed it before. Gwen turned her shocked eyes towards Kyle.

"You're having sex with those women!" she hissed quietly in surprise.

Kyle's expression became defiant.

"Those women are wonderful people who shared their time, dinner tables, and yes, their beds with me!" He looked a little flustered. "Not all of them but Helen, Skye, and Fiona have. They're beautiful people, inside and out!" he insisted. He smiled as he realized how much he'd enjoyed their companionship. "It's been really nice getting to know them!"

"They're using you!" Gwen asserted and Kyle looked back incredulously.

"Are you kidding me? You are going to actually accuse others of using me?"

Once more Gwen pouted as she couldn't argue the point. Her eyes dropped to the table top and she forced back her tears of frustration and despair. She felt... helpless. She couldn't think of anything to say to sway Kyle's opinion, to make him let her into his life. She'd come here to let him back into hers but she never expected him to reject her. Sure, he'd be upset at her treatment of him but he'd rush to her side so she could take him back. Instead, he was demonstrating how much he'd grown since they broke up. She was desperate to claim him for herself. This was the man she'd worked so hard to make. He was hers! Why couldn't he understand that? She tried a different angle.

"What... what do I have to do?" she asked quietly.

Kyle saw her fighting to keep the tears from her lovely eyes and his heart ached for her but he clenched his jaw and looked away. He caught the smiles of the ladies at the table a short distance from theirs. He saw genuine affection, happiness, and yes, lust in those eyes but it was honest and open. He wasn't going to give that up.

"I don't believe there's anything left to say. I like who I'm becoming. Finding out what I want to do with my life and setting my own course. I like sharing my time with these ladies. If you thought I'd be eager to give all that up to fall back under your control, you're sadly mistaken. That's not going to happen."

"You- you feel nothing but contempt for me?" Gwen asked, her control on her grief slipping.

Kyle watched her struggling and his heart fought his mind as he desperately wanted to hold her, to ease her pain. His mind knew he couldn't trust his emotions around her. His conditioning was too strong to trust his heart.

"You still don't understand. I love you-" He stopped her from rising from her chair with a hand held up. "That love is based on five years of conditioning, not five years of mutual respect and reciprocal love. I see that now. You were in love with the ideal you were working towards while I was in love with you, unconditionally. I still believe you're one of the most beautiful creatures that ever graced the earth but now I fear that beauty goes no deeper than the surface."

"When we go home you'll see how much I love you!" she blurted.

His heart leapt and his head buzzed with giddy joy to hear her say the words and he felt his face beginning to show those intense emotions before he closed his eyes and leaned his head forward. Once more, he looked within and felt his rejection of the idea of going back to that apartment and slipping into his old life. He shook his head sadly. "I'm not going back to that life. I'm giving up the apartment and resigning my position at work." This still felt... right. "I'm going to find out what life has to offer me."

"But I live there too!" she moaned.

"You haven't for months and the rental agreement is in my name. Maybe the landlord will accept your taking over the apartment. That'll be between you and him," he said with a tired finality.

He looked across the table and once more was shaken by how incredibly lovely she was. He understood a small part of his attraction was born of his emotional dependence on her. He also realized this was the least healthy part of who he was. It had to go.

"It's over."

"NO! No! I want you to give me another chance! You can't do this to me! I don't deserve this!" she cried in frustration and desperation.

"No. What you want no longer concerns me," he said quietly. He frowned hearing his own words. "It's not my intent to be cruel. It's not in me to be like that." He thought about what she truly 'deserved'. "I can honestly say that I'm grateful for some of the changes you brought to my life. If only your intentions hadn't been so self-serving."

He stood and looked back at her as he turned. "I'm going to enjoy the rest of my vacation with my friends and once I get home I'll pack up my stuff and email you to let you know when you can come by to get your stuff. The landlord will change the locks in the interim. Goodbye and I do wish you happiness in your future." He walked away without looking back.

Before he left the dining room he put together a quick sandwich at the breakfast bar and grabbed a banana. Then he walked outside to the parking lot. He pulled out his cell and called Mike, the landlord of his apartment complex and left him a message filling him in on the recent changes. He asked the landlord to change the locks and said he'd see him when he got back.

Then Kyle wandered over to the bikes and caught smiles from the guides.

"Kyle! What happened?" Vivian asked, seeing the food in his hands.

"I spoke with Gwen and officially broke up with her. I didn't feel like sticking around to finish breakfast," he explained.

She gave him a wide smile. "Good for you!"

He shrugged with a smile then found a bench in the sun and quickly ate his breakfast.

As he finished he saw the rest of the group walking out of the building and was truly relieved to see Gwen wasn't with them.

Fiona stopped before him and handed him his helmet. He saw his gloves were inside. "Thanks!"

"You handled that with far less drama than I could have," the platinum blonde said with a smile.

Dita walked over to smile at Kyle. "You broke up with her?"

He nodded and Fiona grinned wolfishly. "He turned her down far more gently than I would have!"

Helen walked up to Kyle and kissed his uninjured cheek. "You handled yourself very well in a difficult situation."

"Far better than she deserved," Skye growled as she walked up next to her mum.

"How about we just enjoy our last full day of riding?" Kyle asked giving the ladies a raised eyebrow.

"That reminds me, did you get an upgraded room in the next chateau?" Skye asked with an impish smile.

Kyle closed his eyes and sighed as he remembered. He had. "Right. The Empress Suite," he moaned aloud.

"Ooo! It's got a lovely name!" Helen sighed.

His mind was still unsettled from his confrontation with Gwen so there was no way he could choose. Seeing his dilemma, Carl came to his rescue. "Why don't you just pick a number between one and one hundred, tell it to Dita who's driving today so she can't be swayed to tell any of us, and after the ride we'll try to guess it. Closest guess wins!"

Kyle grinned at the man and nodded. He whispered a number into Dita's ear and she smiled happily.

"See you at the chateau!" she said, smiling at the others as she walked off towards the van.

They got on their bikes and headed down the lane to the main road. They followed that for a while then pulled off onto a quieter less traveled road.

The route was mostly through the rolling hills of the countryside and they were able to relax and enjoy themselves. It was their last full day ride as tomorrow's ride would only be for a few hours in the morning. Then they'd be driven to the train station at their final destination.

They stopped for lunch next to a vineyard and sampled the wine. They allowed Kimberly only one glass and she still managed to become giggly by the time they finished the meal. Kyle rode with her for a while to keep an eye on her but she seemed fine.

"Silly Kyle, one glass of wine isn't enough to make me drunk!" she grinned at him.

"Well, you were really... spirited at lunch."

"I was just happy! Very, very happy! I haven't felt this good in a long time. The only thing that's making me sad is knowing the trip is coming to an end," she sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry it's coming to an end as well. It's been a really great tour. I'm so glad I met everyone!" he said with a smile.

They rode on in companionable silence and stopped at a particularly picturesque lookout where Kyle brought out is cell to capture some shots. The rest of their party caught up and Kyle got some great group photos. Then they shared their contact details. Helen got him to promise to visit after he spent some time in California.

For the rest of the ride they stayed together, talking and laughing as they went, and their pace was relaxed as no one wanted it to end. Too soon they were rolling into the long laneway leading up to the beautiful chateau. The gardens surrounding the building were gorgeous and they smiled in appreciation.

They met Dita in the parking lot next to the main building and everyone gathered around.

"Are you ready to guess the number?" she asked with a grin and they cheered.

Dita pointed to each person, except Kyle, and they spoke their guess aloud. Once she'd heard from everyone she paused dramatically, enjoying their anticipation.

"The number Kyle told me was 77 so Kimberly's guess of 75 was closest!" Dita cheered.

The petite redhead squealed with joy and jumped to give Dita a hug. The rest clapped as Kimberly turned and got a hug from Kyle.

Jules stepped forward to address the group. "This is your last stay and dinner at their three star Michelin restaurant is included. Wine is not but they have an exquisite selection to pair up with the meals so please indulge." They grinned at the man as it felt like they'd been indulging all week.

They made their way inside and Kyle was once more first at the reception desk. "Hello! Kyle MacDenny checking in."

"Yes! We have you in the Empress Suite," the woman behind the desk said with a smile.

"Actually, there's been a switch. I'll be tradin-" he began but stopped when he felt a small hand tugging at his cycling jersey. He looked behind him and Kimberly was clinging to the fabric. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly. Her normally pale skin was glowing pink from a blush and she was having trouble looking at him. "Kimberly?"

"Could- could we share?" she squeaked.

He looked at her in surprise then over her head at Carl who gaped at him then looked at his wife who was trying to hide her smile.

"Why don't we have dinner and drinks and see how we're feeling after that?" Kyle said gently to her and her eyes darted up to his. She relaxed seeing he wasn't rejecting her and nodded faintly. "For now let's switch rooms. We can... move a bag later should we decide to."

Her smile came back as her eyes twinkled with mischief. He got another nod from her.

Kyle turned back to the clerk. "Yes, the Empress Suite. Could we swap the luggage between the suite and the room assigned to Kimberly Wallis?"

"Of course!" the woman said with a smile. She gestured for a bellhop to step closer for the instructions.

Kimberly and Kyle stood aside for the others to check in while they waited for the bellhop to return. Once they got their keys and were told where the rooms were they agreed to meet in the lobby in an hour. Kimberly rushed off to see the Empress Suite but Kyle hung back as he had another question to ask the clerk. "A Gwen Carrington hasn't checked in, has she?"

The woman looked at her screen and quickly read through the guest list. "No, monsieur. No one by that name has checked in. Oh! I see she was booked to share your room."

"Not anymore. Thanks!" he said sighing with relief and headed to his new room. He smiled at the staff as he made his way upstairs and nodded to two other guests as he approached the door to his room. The chateau was bustling with activity. But it was also closer to a major city so this proximity and its Michelin rated restaurant probably drew business.

He opened the door and stepped into his new room. He looked around and smiled at the very posh décor. He wondered if he'd be staying in it tonight.

First things first. He had to shower. He opened his duffle and took out his toiletry kit to carry it into the large bathroom.

The room was gorgeous and he enjoyed a nice hot shower, washing the day's sweat and grime from his body. He shaved and applied deodorant then walked out to get dressed.

"Hello Kyle."

He froze as he stared at the naked woman resting back on her elbows, legs spread and hanging off the edge of his bed.

"Gwen? What the hell?" he gasped as his traitorous eyes roamed the flawless skin of her taut stomach.

"You never let me tell my side of the story," she purred as she slid her hands up her silky skin to cup her perfect tits, the nipples already beginning to stand at attention.

His mouth went dry as he watched her take her nipples between her fingers and tug on them. She cooed and rocked her hips as she watched his rapt attention.

"How- how did you find me?" he mumbled.

"The woman at the front desk was kind enough to give me a key to your new room when I gave her my name." Her right hand was trailing down her stomach as it made its way to her shaven pussy. He unconsciously licked his lips as he saw the glistening wetness on her lower lips.

"Ooo fuck, I'm so wet," she sighed as she ran the tip of her middle finger up and down the slick skin. When she slid the digit inside her pussy, he moaned from the wet noises it made and the way her mouth dropped open. Her lips were begging to be kissed and his heart was screaming at him to take her! He struggled to break free of his daze.

"Your... story?" he managed to force out before she shoved a second finger into her hot, pink pussy. He moaned again. She was so incredibly sexy and the sounds she was making were mesmerizing, drawing him closer and closer to her.

"Yesssss..." she sighed in ecstasy as she drove her fingers deep, watching Kyle's cock thicken and rise between his legs. She allowed herself the slightest smile of satisfaction. Her plan to get him back was working but she had to play him very carefully from this point onwards. She knew he desperately wanted her and if she could get him to take her, she knew he was as good as hers as his heart wouldn't let him give her up.

"I'm so wet, Kyle! Please, I need it!" she whimpered plaintively. Her big blue eyes begged him and her lips promised unmeasurable pleasures.

Before he was aware he'd moved, Kyle had his hands behind her knees, forcing them back to her chest and opening her for his access. After her initial surprise, she was desperately guiding the head of his stiff cock into position.

The sensation of her grip on his cock and the silky softness of her pussy kissing the sensitive tip sent a shock through his body and he froze. At that split second he became aware of another screaming voice in the back of his mind. It was telling him to escape, to step back from the edge and flee. He blinked and looked at the intent look on Gwen's face. The sweet intensity of her need had been replaced with a grin of victory as she tugged his cock to force him deeper inside. He felt an almost physical slap across his mind as he realized how close he'd come to betraying himself.

He pushed back and staggered a little as his cock pulled from her hand. Her eyes immediately rose to lock onto his in surprise. Kyle was still reeling from the flood of endorphins rushing through his brain from the close call.

"NO! You have to make love to me!" she cried as she launched herself at him from the edge of the bed.

He wasn't prepared to have Gwen leap on his chest and take him down to the floor in a tangle of limbs. His head thumped painfully against the leg of a chair on his way down and he saw stars.

Then came the bliss of his cock sinking into her wet heat. His jaw dropped open in a gasp as he tried to get his hands between them to push her away. She blocked his efforts then grabbed his face to kiss him as her hips drove him into her pussy again and again, frantically.

Her lips were heaven but her aggressive attack was keeping him from falling under her control.

He didn't want this.

"Stop it, Gwen! Get off of me!" he said as he pushed her face away from his.

"No! You owe me this! You said it yourself! I made you into the man you are today! You belong to me! I mean- we belong together!" she asserted as her hips ground and twisted over his body, pumping him in and out of her gushing opening while he struggled to free himself. This was seriously turning her on.

For Kyle, her words were a splash of cold water. He felt his passion fade with the exposure of Gwen's selfish desires. This felt wrong, very wrong. The more excited she became the worse he felt. He went still as he stared up at her.

Gwen was getting close as she focused on the hard muscles of his chest under her hands while she rocked her hips. But something was wrong. He'd stopped moving under her. She looked up to his face and saw a cold look in his eye as he scowled at her. Then she felt it. His erection was shrinking inside her.

"NO! I'M CLOSE! STAY HARD!" she yelled.

"Get off of me," he growled.

"NO! Please! Just a little more!"

He suddenly heaved his body to the side and she tumbled off to land on the carpet. He quickly stood and glared down at her.

"Get your fucking clothes on and leave. I don't fucking owe you anything. I told you it was over. It's over. I never want to see you again. LEAVE!" he yelled.

"But I need you!"

"You can't HAVE ME! You had your chance but you showed your true colors when you dumped me for another man. Fuck! You just tried to rape me! Can't you see past your own selfish needs? What the fuck is wrong with you?" He took a deep breath and struggled to calm himself. "You know what? I don't care what's wrong with you. That's your problem. Get out. Get dressed now and leave or I'll put you out in the hall to get dressed."

Gwen stared up at him in shock as she grabbed her clothes into her arms. She was stunned once more at how forceful he was being and her need for him just flared.

"Why can't you see how much I need you?" she moaned.

Kyle confirmed she had her clothes, shoes, and her purse. The extra room key was on the bureau. He moved closer to her and she began to smile until he spun her to face the door. He marched her towards it, opened it, and shoved her outside into the hall.

"Why can't you understand it's over? Find someone else to rape. I'm not interested. If I see you again, I'm calling the police!" Kyle growled from the doorway, staring into her shocked eyes.

He suddenly became aware of being watched and looked to his left. An older white haired couple was standing in the hallway watching with expressions of surprised delight. Other guests of the hotel. Seeing him naked. He nodded to them with as much dignity as he could and got broad smiles from them both. The woman wasn't looking at his face.

He looked back to Gwen. "Get dressed and leave. Don't be here when I come out." He stepped back inside his room, closed the door, and locked it. He needed another shower. He felt... unclean.

Chapter 10

Kyle adjusted himself once more in his bike shorts as they rode along the trail painted by the early morning light. He was a little sore 'down there' this morning after his night with Kimberly.

After he'd spoken with the chateau management about his 'stalker incident', they'd found Gwen hiding out in the bar and escorted her from the property.

He met up with Kimberly and the others and they'd had a lovely dinner which was every bit as delicious as advertised. They'd also enjoyed a bottle of wine or two. The mood after dinner was a little melancholy as they knew it was their last night. Kimberly and Kyle had retired to the bar for another drink and decided mutually that they might enjoy getting to know each other a little better upstairs.

Kyle smiled as he recalled how nervous Kimberly had been the night before.

The Empress Suite was everything the name hinted at. Opulence and excess everywhere he looked.

"This is... too much!" he said with a grin.

She looked at him in mock outrage. "How can you say that? It's gorgeous!"

He chuckled. "I guess I'm just not channeling my inner Empress like you are."

"I like feeling like an Empress!" she said with a coy smile.

He moved closer and pulled her to his chest. He could feel her trembling. "Hey Empress, why so nervous?"

She pressed her forehead to his chest in embarrassment as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm a little out of practice with this. David was the only man I've ever been with. You saw how that went."

He grinned at her. "At least you know how it's done." Her smile wobbled a little and his eyebrows went up. "You do know how-"

She snorted and slapped his arm gently. "Yes! It- It just wasn't always that... pleasant."

Once more he held her eye. "Pleasant? That's not a word I usually hear connected to sex."

She squirmed a little in his arms and he took her face gently between his hands. "Talk to me."

"David was... big. It... was uncomfortable sometimes. Sometimes it hurt."

Enlightenment came to Kyle. "Ah! And when you say 'big'?"

She blushed and made hand gestures to indicate its length and thickness. Kyle was impressed.

"One of the reasons he said you weren't right for each other?" he asked gently and she nodded after a thoughtful pause. "Ok, he was... significantly big. I'm definitely not that big," he said with a smile.

Eyes twinkled with mischief. "Can I see?"

He grinned. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine."

It became a race to undress and Kimberly won as, with a dress, she had less to take off.

He admired the firm muscles of her slim body and her modest chest. A small tuft of red hair protected her pussy. As he pushed his pants and underwear down he watched her eyes light up in relief when his cock came into view. It was just beginning to swell in anticipation.

She grinned happily and clapped seeing he wasn't huge like David had been.

"It's growing!" she chirped.

He grinned back at her. "But it's not too intimidating, right?"

"No! It's perfect!" she squealed and he chuckled.

She dropped to her knees and surged forward to take him into her mouth.

Kyle gasped as the head of his cock was forced down the small woman's throat and she gripped his ass cheeks. She was swallowing against the head then pulled it out and looked up at him.

"Can you grip my hair tight? Can you be... aggressive?" she said looking up at him eagerly.

He gave her a surprised look then nodded. She took him back in her throat as he sank his fingers into her hair. He began to slowly fuck her throat, drawing it out to the tip then forcing it deep until her face was pressed tight against his body and he was deep in her throat. She squealed and moaned as he slowly sped up his actions. She clung to him with one hand while the other one rubbed her clit.

When he felt her shaking through a release he pulled his cock from her mouth and lifted her in his arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her across the mattress. He slipped a condom on his hard cock and climbed onto the bed. She was watching him with half lidded eyes and smiled when she saw him move between her legs. He pushed her legs back and had a momentary flash of seeing Gwen on the bed. He shook off that image and pushed his cock against her wet opening. He slowly applied pressure until he felt himself sink inside.

"Oh Kyle! Oh fuck! Yes! So good!" she cried.

He curved his body over hers and leaned on his elbows to take her face between his hands once more. He kissed her hard and deep as he took hold of her hair once more. She whimpered into the kiss as he began to hammer her pussy with fast, deep thrusts, slapping her body with his.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes to see if she wanted him to stop, if he was hurting her.

"fuck... fuck me... oh Kyle... harder... fuck me..." she whispered to him as she held his gaze.

He accelerated his thrusts and the room filled with the slap of their bodies meeting. It was becoming too intense for Kyle and he wasn't sure how close she was. He moved his left hand from her hair to her tit to gently squeeze and pull her nipple. The result was intense and immediate.

"SHIT! OH SHIT! CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! KYLE! FFFFFFFUCK!" she wailed.

Her pussy squeezed his cock in pulses and that was it for Kyle. His orgasm struck hard and fast. He groaned as he rocked his body against hers, his cock driven deep inside.

Kimberly's eyes were rolling back as she jerked and twitched under him until she finally relaxed.

"Oh my god! It's so much better when it doesn't hurt so much!" she sighed as she caught her breath.

He drew his shrinking cock from her and squeezed out the last of his cum into the condom before pulling it off.

She looked down at this in surprise. "You were wearing a condom?"

He smiled at her. "Yes, you didn't notice?"

She blinked at him. "It felt so different from how it used to feel but I couldn't tell why."

He shrugged. "I wasn't sure if you were on birth control-"

"I can't get pregnant," she blurted. When he looked at her in surprise she continued. "Another reason David wanted out of our marriage. He wanted kids. I don't blame him for that but he said it wasn't important when we got married."

Kyle scowled. "I'll say it again. He took the coward's way out. You didn't deserve that."

Kimberly grinned happily as she sat up to push him onto his back and climb up on his chest. She proceeded to rub her wet pussy against his cock which began to take notice.

"I want to do it again but this time without the condom so I know how it should truly feel!" she exclaimed.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm then gasped as she began to grind against him. Her eyes were devouring him and he grinned at the idea that he'd unleashed a monster.

Cycling over a particularly bumpy section of the trail, a twinge brought Kyle back from his memories of the night before. Kimberly had been insatiable once she discovered how good sex was supposed to feel. She'd wanted to try different positions and he'd finally had to insist they call it a night as he was beginning to chafe from the constant friction on a very sensitive appendage.

He slept very well from that point on but woke to Kimberly sneaking under the sheets to kiss up and down his shaft. He finally resorted to pinning her to the bed and licking her into submission. After her third screaming orgasm she cried uncle and lay panting on the mattress as he got up to have his shower and get dressed. That's when he discovered his 'injury'. He'd have to take a break for a while, at least a day or three, to recover.

The ride this morning would take them to a lovely park on the outskirts of the city where they'd meet up with the shuttle bus which would take them to the train station. There was a train to the airport and from there they'd say their goodbyes.

The group stayed pretty close together and rode at a relaxed pace. Kimberly was gushing about her experiences from the night before so Kyle remained at the back of the group. He had no desire to face their knowing looks or hear their sharing of personal details. The ladies had no discretion at all!

Carl slipped back to ride next to him and gave him a smirk. "Sounds like you had fun last night though you're looking a little uncomfortable."

"Just a little chafing. Someone was a little too enthusiastic."

"And too demanding from the sounds of it. Fiona sounded a little annoyed that Kimberly tried to wear it out," Carl said with a chuckle.

Kyle nodded in agreement then sighed as this had to be one of the weirdest conversations he'd ever had with another man.

"You're a good kid, Kyle."

Kyle snorted. "Kid? You can't be that much older than me! What are you, 30?"

"32 but who's counting. You seem so much younger than me!" Carl insisted.

"I'm 25. Only seven years younger but if you keep riding and maintain a young attitude you'd be amazed at how much better you'll feel! I bet you already feel better after just a week of cycling," Kyle insisted.

"It's true. This week has been amazing for energizing me. Larissa wasn't looking at me like a bowl of oatmeal last night!" he said with a grin.

Kyle grinned widely and held out a fist which Carl bumped. "Carl! My man! Eye of the tiger!"

Carl laughed and nodded to him then rode ahead to catch up to his wife who, Kyle saw, was giving her husband extra-wide smiles.

They finished up their ride and ducked into the washroom facilities in the park to change into their traveling clothes. Once everyone was on the shuttle bus they made the short drive into the heart of the city to the train station.

Kyle shook Jules' hand and gave warm hugs to Dita and Vivian before they headed off.

The group boarded a shuttle train that took them to the airport and rode in silence, lost in their memories of the trip.

Once they arrived Carl, Larissa and Kimberly had to catch their flight so they said their goodbyes and hustled away but not before Kimberly got another steamy kiss from Kyle. She was all grins as she rushed to catch up with the Burkettes.

"When will you come visit?" Helen asked as she took his hands in hers.

"Do you have any plans for Christmas?" he asked.

Helen's eyes lit up as she thought about the festivities she could take him to. "That would be smashing! Could you come a few days before? And stay until after the New Year?" She looked at him hopefully as she was already thinking of the New Year Party she'd always attended with her ex and was going to avoid this year because of her divorce. Now she had an excellent reason to show off!

"Yeah, sure!" Kyle said with a grin and she squeaked happily as she threw her arms around him and gave him a deep kiss.

He was grinning when she pulled back. "Careful there! We don't want to get arrested for public indecency!"

The woman giggled and blushed as she stepped back.

Skye suddenly crushed herself against his chest and her tongue was in his mouth as her hands squeezed and fondled his ass. He took a grip on her pony tail and pulled her face away from his so he could properly kiss her. She moaned and her eyes were a little wild from his handling of her but he was able to disengage without having to endure too much additional groping.

"Behave, young lady!" he scolded with a slight smile.

"Dammit Kyle! My boyfriend is rubbish compared to you!" she pouted.

His smile dropped away to be replace with shock. "Boyfriend?"

"You're not still seeing that dreadful rugby player Owen, are you?" Helen asked in surprise. Skye nodded sadly still watching Kyle's mouth.

"Rugby player?" he said.

"Come on, you naughty girl. We'll talk about how you're going to let him down easy," Helen said to her daughter as she led her away.

Fiona moved to stand before Kyle. "When will I be seeing you?"

"I'll need a week or so to settle my job and apartment then I'll fly down. I have your address and number so I'll give you a call when I get there."

"I'll have the money Alfred promised to pay you for the upgrades when you arrive," she smiled.

"That's good. I'll need the money as I'll be out of a job. It's both frightening and exhilarating to be doing this!" he said with a smile.

"Well, while you're with me all your expenses are taken care of!" she insisted.

"I won't be a freeloader!" he insisted with a frown.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll find ways to make you earn your keep!" she purred as she rubbed her tits against his chest.

Then his lips were on hers and she melted against his body. She thrilled to feel his strong arms around her and his hands on her. She couldn't wait to get him home! Especially to show him off to her friends! They were going to be so jealous!

He pulled back from the kiss and her eyelids eventually opened.

"Mmmm! We have to do that some more when you get to Santa Barbara!" she sighed.

After another delightful hug to feel her full tits pressing against his chest once more they parted ways as she left to get to her flight. Kyle had a little time as his flight was a red eye.

He found a café and reactivated his work email account on his phone. There were a number of messages from the office and as he read them he realized he was making the right decision. Nothing he read excited him or filled him with anticipation. He'd gone into finance as he was good at it but he saw now it had just been the path of least resistance. Gwen had carved away so much of who he'd been but it was his turn to replace this aspect of his life. His skill at investing would now only be for his own personal use. He'd be relying on that to supplement his income as he set off on this new adventure. That sent a rush of excitement through his body which was yet another confirmation for his new path.

He wandered the airport and grabbed dinner at one of the restaurants before checking in his duffle and heading through security to his gate. More waiting on the other side and by this time he was getting sleepy so he was grateful when he was finally able to board. As he walked down the aisle to his seat he was surprised by how many empty seats there were. He got his window seat and had two empty seats next to him. The row ahead and behind him were empty as well.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

Kyle looked over to the aisle to see a pretty flight attendant smiling at him. She had a similar build to Gwen with short black hair and a dazzling smile. He returned the smile. "Hi, yes. Could I get a pillow and blanket?"

"Certainly sir!" she returned and headed off to find one. She came back with the items and handed them to him.

"The flight seems pretty empty!" he said. He watched a few more passengers walking up the opposite aisle. He was embarrassed to see the older couple from his naked drama in the chateau hallway. Following them was someone on the small side wearing a hoodie and finally a barrel chested man with a bushy greying mustache and a sports jacket. Kyle was grateful the older couple hadn't looked over and recognized him.

"Yes, not too many people take advantage of this time slot. I'm Matty." She leaned across the empty seats with her hand out and Kyle leaned forward to take it in his to shake it.

"Kyle," he said with a smile.

"What brought you to France?" she asked with a coy smile as she released his hand a little slowly.

"I was on one of those cycling tours of the countryside. Staying in fancy chateaus, drinking wine, enjoying the food, riding with fun people. The best way to see France," he said with a sigh.

"Sad it's over?" she grinned.

"Very much so."

There was a ding sound and Matty looked up the aisle. "That's my cue to finish up. I hope you have a good flight. If you need anything just press the call button."

"I will, thanks."

He sat back and smiled at how easy it felt to speak to new people. He wondered where the new confidence came from. He settled in and soon enough the plane taxied out to the runway and they were in the air.

Matty found excuses to stop by a few more times before she noticed Kyle's eyelids drooping with fatigue. She bid him a goodnight and left with a lingering look.

Sometime later Kyle awoke to the amazing sensation of lips and tongue sliding up the side of his cock. The lights in the cabin had been dimmed for sleeping so he had trouble seeing who was crouched down in front of the empty seats. He could barely make out black hair then something caught his eye and his body jolted in recognition. He grabbed the buttons on his armrest as a hot mouth sucked him inside.

His light popped on and there were the black rimmed glasses he'd seen, pushed up onto Gwen's head as she blinked up at his shocked expression. The head of his cock was still between her lips and her tongue was tickling him in an amazing way.

"WHAT THE FUCK! STOP THAT!" he yelled as he pushed her head away from his cock.

"PLEASE! Please let me!" Gwen begged.

"DAMMIT! I SAID NO! I told you I never wanted to see you again! Why can't you get that through your head! IT'S OVER!" he barked at her as he tried to push her away. She had a painfully tight grip on the base of his cock with her left hand and he hissed as her actions irritated the small abrasions Kimberly's pubic hair left on the side of his cock.

She looked down and saw the small area of reddened skin and her eyes flew wide. "WHO WERE YOU FUCKING? WHO SCRATCHED UP YOUR COCK? THIS IS MINE!" she screamed, flying into a sudden rage.

He was seriously worried about Gwen's state of mind and looked up into the aisle to see Matty standing there staring back in shock. She'd responded to his pressing the call button and had a pretty good view of what was happening. She just couldn't believe it.

"Matty! Get help!" Kyle called out, breaking the woman from her frozen state.

Gwen turned her head to glare at the flight attendant. "Matty? You know her? Did you fuck her too! Wait, she looks like me!?! DID YOU REPLACE ME WITH HER?" Gwen screamed and released her grip on him to launch herself at the other woman.

He struggled to get his seat belt off as Gwen tackled Matty and the two women went down in a pile in the aisle. He finally managed to get up and was almost to the aisle when the large man with the bushy mustache stepped up, hauled Gwen up by her hair and the hood of her sweater, then yanked her arms behind her back to handcuff her. He pushed her down into an empty seat in the middle section.

The man scowled at Kyle over his shoulder. "Air Marshal, return to your seat." His eyes dropped. "And put that back in your pants."

Matty sat up in the aisle and turned her head towards Kyle to see his cock just inches from her face. She squeaked in wide eyed surprise.

Kyle flushed with embarrassment and tucked himself back into his pants. He returned to his seat and buckled in.

"Let me guess, trying to join the mile high club?" the Air Marshal asked him.

"No! Gwen is my ex-fiancé. We broke up a week ago but she can't seem to accept that it's over." Kyle explained.

"NO! Kyle! We were meant for each other!" Gwen pleaded to him from her seat.

Kyle just shrugged at the big man. Then he looked to Matty. "Are you ok?"

"Just a few scratches and bruise-"

"DON'T TALK TO HER! SHE MEANS NOTHING TO YOU!" Gwen screamed at Kyle and jerked in her chair.

The Air Marshal shared a look with Kyle. "I'm just going to move Miss..."

"Carrington. Gwen Carrington," Kyle offered.

The man nodded and hauled Gwen to her feet. She immediately kicked Matty and slammed her heel into his shin so the Marshal pushed her down into the seat once more.

"Excuse me?"

They all looked towards the voice and the older man Kyle had recognized earlier was standing in the aisle smiling at Kyle. "It is you!"

The Marshal looked at Kyle suspiciously. "You know this man?"

Kyle sighed. "Yes, he and his wife were witnesses to the first time Gwen tried to... sexually assault me. I had no idea she'd become a stalker."

"NO! I love you! You love me! You said so!" Gwen argued.

"Loved, Gwen. Past tense. It's over." Kyle felt a pang of pain in his heart when he said the words but they both needed this sick relationship to end.

The white-haired gentleman stepped closer with a big smile. "We did see it! He told her it was over, that he wasn't interested in being raped, and that if he saw her again he'd call the police!" he gushed excitedly. Kyle nodded sadly as he recalled the moment as well.

"Are you going to press charges?" the Air Marshal asked Kyle.

He looked at her and his heart ached at her lost expression. "No, but she needs to get help. She needs to move on."

"The airline will be pressing charges for assaulting its personnel and causing a disturbance during the flight. We'll need to take a statement from you when we land," the Air Marshal said and Kyle just nodded as he'd expected that.

Matty moved to the back and the white-haired man returned to his wife. The Marshal lifted Gwen again but this time she went quietly as she seemed to have lost her will to fight. He looked away before his traitorous heart made him say something that might give her hope of reconciliation. He had to get away from her to let her programming fade as it had somewhat when she'd left for her new job.

He turned off his light and gradually the cabin, and his mind, quieted down enough for him to feel himself begin to nod off.

Then his bladder woke up.

Sighing he got up and made his way to the back. He relieved himself and washed his hands, grumbling at the lack of hot water. Blinking sleepily he opened the door to step out and came face to face with Matty.

"Oh! Sorry," he blurted quietly.

She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back into the small bathroom, locking the door behind them.

He looked at her in surprise so she gave him a sultry smile. "I saw what your crazy ex-girlfriend did to you earlier. You shouldn't have been left in that state."

As the flight attendant pressed her body to his and her tongue explored his mouth, Kyle wrapped his arms around her and slid his hands down to her tight ass. She moaned and her kiss became demanding.

It seemed his new precaution of carrying a condom in his pocket was going to be a smart move after all. As the woman rubbed her svelte body against his he quickly realized he did have a little residual energy he wouldn't mind sharing with her.

Kyle knew he would eventually want to settle down with 'that special someone'. His first relationship had proven to him that he had a blind spot for beautiful, selfish women and a willingness to subvert his own will. Understanding this weakness now, he vowed to be extra vigilant to ensure he wouldn't be captured by another Gwen. It was the final lesson she'd taught him.

For now though, he was happy he was meeting new and interesting people and sharing his time with them.

Matty frantically tugged her panties down and struggled to undo his belt and zipper as he pulled the condom from his pocket.

He smiled as he realized his 'new life' promised to be interesting indeed.