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“Oh God,” I heard myself moan.

His thrusts became more urgent, faster, and shallow. He was
going to come soon. Bastien’s fingers rubbed my clit faster. He wanted me to
come with him. Soon the heady warmth began to tug at my belly and my muscles
clamped down as I came with him.

I unhooked my legs slightly, enough for him to slip out his
cock. Bastien set me down, the water washing away any evidence of our fast
coupling. My legs were shaking, they felt like jelly. Bastien turned off the
faucet and stepped out of the shower. He came back with a soft, terry towel for
me. One was already wrapped around his waist. Bastien gently wrapped the soft,
dry towel around my body.

With a devil-may-care smile, he swept me off my feet,
literally, and carried me back to the bed. Laying me down, he climbed beside
me, resting on his elbow once more.

“I think, angel, that was the best shower I ever had.”

“I gathered.” I laughed. “What was that you shouted?
Something about a sock?”

Bastien chuckled to himself. “You mean
soc au’ lait?
”

“Yes.”

“It simply means, wow, angel.”

“Well, it’s quite the compliment. I don’t think I have one
to compare.”

“Angel, after what just happened,
soc au’ lait
doesn’t seem to cut it either. I doubt anything could.”

Chapter Four

“I think it’s time for my reward.”

His remark caught me off guard. I had been dozing when I
felt the featherlike touch of his fingers brushing my arm.

“I think you’ve got more than your just desserts my friend,”
I said dreamily, not opening my eyes. I heard him chuckle.

“Oh, but,
ma chere
, you promised you would do
whatever I wanted.”

“And what is it that you want, Bastien?”

A devious smile crept across his face. “Give me an hour.
I’ll be back, and you better be dressed to go for a ride.”

I cocked an eyebrow as I watched him leap out of bed and
start to pull on his crumpled uniform. He dressed quickly and grabbed his
discarded mailbag. He came over to the side of the bed and kissed me swiftly,
fiercely. His kiss holding a promise to come—and I was so looking forward to my
surprise.

“I’ll be back, one hour. Be ready.” He left the bedroom and
I listened to the sounds of his footfalls on the stairs and the door closing
echoing up from the foyer. What did he have in store for us?

A ride could mean so many things, but I had to be patient
and just…wait.

I hated being patient.

I was ready and waiting out on the front porch an hour later
dressed in some khaki pants and simple cotton blouse. I honestly had no idea
what kind of “ride” to expect and where it would lead us. This whole day, so
far, had been planned, but full of surprises.

What a contradiction.

The deep growl of a motorcycle engine roared up the street.
I looked up to see a big Harley with a leather-clad man sitting astride it. The
bike stopped in front of my house and as the engine shut off, butterflies began
to flutter in the pit of my stomach. Bastien revealed himself to be the hot,
bad boy on the Hog. He tucked his helmet under his arm and a mischievous smile
spread across his face.

I got to my feet. “That’s some ride.”

“I thought you might like it.”

I sauntered over to the Harley, running my finger along the
chrome, tracing the name as I walked the length of his impressive ride. A
shiver or anticipation ran down my spine at the delicious fantasy unfurled in
my mind, one I had harbored for many years. I wanted to be fucked on the back
of a Harley.

Bastien held out a helmet for me.

“You ready, angel?”

“Very.” Putting on the helmet, I slid on the seat behind
him, slipping my arms around his waist.

He revved the bike to life and I clenched him just a little
bit tighter. Sure it had been a fantasy, but I had never actually ridden on the
back of a Hog before.

“Don’t worry, angel. You’re safe with me.”

I nodded, but didn’t release my death grip on him. He took
off down the street. Slowly at first, easing me into the feel of the bike under
me—when we hit the road out of town Bastien gunned the engine and we were
racing across the tarmac. The bit of my hair, which hung out in a braid from
under my helmet, blew in the warm wind.

The vibrations from the bike’s engine between my thighs felt
so wild and powerful. It felt exhilarating—I felt so free.

We drove for about an hour until we came to a gravel road
that led down to some wooded cottages that dotted the sunset coast of Ontario.
Bastien eased up on the speed and took the gravel easily and I understood why.
As soon as we turned onto the gravel road tiny pebbles were kicked up from the
tires and began to pelt my legs. This is why bikers wore denim and leather. The
pebbles stung like a son of a bitch.

We passed several secluded drives that led off to the
cottages buried deep in wooded lots. I had no idea where he was taking me as we
reached the end of the main gravel road. A small, dirt footpath seemed to
disappear into the dense forest of pine and beech. The sign on the dirt trail
into the woods said Delarue.

Bastien turned down the path and navigated the bumpy dirt
footpath slowly, taking us into a secluded clearing by a white sand beach.

He stopped the bike and placed it on its kickstand. I let go
of his waist and took off my helmet. He had done the same and was staring up at
the canopy of leaves. The afternoon sun twinkled through the green and all
around us was the gentle whisper of the trees and the waves of Lake Huron
lapping at the sandy shore. We were utterly alone in a dream like
Secret
Garden
.

“What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful here.”

Bastien nodded. “And it’s mine. I aim to build a log home
here, near the water. I’m going to build it myself, with my bare hands.”

As I scanned the lot I then noticed some felled trees and a
foundation of a home worked into the ground.

“Wow that is some endeavor you’re undertaking.”

Bastien nodded succinctly. The pride was evident on his face
as he looked all around.

I turned on the seat and watched him in this place. A
southern boy in a Canadian forest, building a log cabin—he intrigued me in more
ways than one.

“So…why did you bring me here?”

Bastien turned around, peeling off his leather jacket. “For
my reward.”

I cocked an eyebrow, a thrill washing over me. Perhaps he
had the same fantasy as me after all.

“Your reward?”

He hung his jacket on the handlebar of the Harley, moving
closer to me like a predator about to make its kill. “You promised me you would
do anything I wanted.”

My nipples hardened under my cotton blouse. “Indeed I did.”

Bastien stood in front of me, his hands planted on the
leather seat on either side of me, looming over me. His eyes were dark with
passion, the sounds of the forest dissipated as I became totally focused on
him.

The heat from his body enveloping me, I spread my legs
slightly, inviting him to move closer.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, hearing my voice
hitching in my throat.

Bastien didn’t answer me. Instead he began to undo the
buttons to my blouse. His hands were hot through the thin cotton. He pushed my
shirt down over my shoulders. At this moment I was very glad I decided against
wearing a bra. He cupped my breasts with his hands, kneading them as he leaned
over and captured my lips with his mouth. I ran my hands over his stomach and
down to his belt, slowly undoing it. I pulled it from the loops and tossed it
on the ground. With his belt out of the way I slipped my fingers between his
jeans and body, brushing the tip of his erect cock.

He quickly removed my hands. “Hold on to the seat, angel.”

I gripped the seat of the Harley as he took off my shoes and
then undid my pants. Hooking his fingers in the waist of my khaki pants, he
pulled down my trousers and underwear at the same so I was now totally naked,
on the back of his bike in the middle of the woods.

The wetness was pooling between my thighs. My excitement
getting the better of me as I watched him take off the rest of his clothes so
we were both naked. He held out a condom and I tore open the package and rolled
the rubber over his hard cock.

“Can’t litter,” he whispered as he laid a featherlight kiss
on my lips and tucked the wrapper in one of the Harley’s saddlebags on the back
of the bike.

“Now, where were we?” he asked lazily as he stepped between
my legs and began to stroke my pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered in my ear, arousal thick in
his voice. He parted my labia and with two fingers he began to circle my clit.
“I think you know what I want, don’t you, angel?”

I nodded as warmth filled my belly. I wanted to thrust my
hips up against his fingers, but in this position, sitting on the back of the
bike, I was limited in my movements. The only thing holding up the Harley now
was a kickstand, and I was afraid of knocking it over onto its side.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice rough and raw with need.
“Tell me what I want to do to you.”

“You want to fuck me on the back of your bike.”

Bastien moaned. “That’s right,
ma chere
, I do. Turn
around.”

I slid off the seat and turned my back to him. I held on to
the Harley, resting my arms against the warm leather as I felt Bastien’s hands
on my hips. Thrusting back up at him, I waited for him to take me. I was wet
and ready for him.

“What should I do next, angel?”

“Take me, Bastien. Do me.”

Bastien moaned again and my plea was answered as his cock
entered me swiftly, stretching me, filling me so completely. My nails dug into
the seat as he began to thrust in and out of me.

Fucking me hard, fiercely.

He held my hips, guiding them back as he pumped into me. My
breasts bounced against the seat, my nipples grazing the warm leather. I bit my
lip to keep from screaming out, but it was no use. Soon I felt the contractions
begin as my orgasm built deep inside me.

Bastien sensed it, he pulled my hips tight against his cock
as his thrusts became more shallow, faster. I felt the muscles inside my pussy
clench and heard his guttural cry as he came with me.

It was hard and intense, and I held the seat of the bike
tightly, resting my face against the leather. My body spinning, legs shaking
from the aftermath of the orgasm.

Bastien helped me stand, my back pressed against his chest.
He was still breathing heavily as his strong arms wrapped around me. We didn’t
say anything to each other. We just stood there in a strange sort of pantomime.
I watched the waves crash against the sandy beach as Bastien’s free hand stroked
the skin on my shoulder.

The world around us seemed to pause, and I found myself
wanting to stay in this moment with him forever. Something, he probably didn’t
want.

Doubt overtook my senses then and I broke out of his embrace
and began to pick up my clothes.

“What are you doing?” Bastien asked.

“Getting dressed…or are we going for a naked hike?” I
teased.

Bastien chuckled. “Well, how about a swim. The other three
lots beside me are vacant, and most of the cottagers aren’t up during the week.
We would have this little stretch of the beach to ourselves.”

“Are you serious?” I asked in disbelief. “Someone could be
around. Someone might see us.”

Bastien shrugged and that mischievous smile crept across his
face, his eyes sparkling. “Come on, live a little. I dare you.”

I laughed and looked back at the beach. “Okay, last one in
is the rotten egg.” I dropped my trousers and ran toward the lake.

We never made it to the water.

Chapter Five

Eventually, after our romp in the woods, we made it back to
my place where we luxuriated in a long bath, and then another session of slow,
sensual lovemaking where I drifted off snuggled against his chest. I woke when
I felt someone staring at me.

Opening one eye, I saw Bastien was watching me again. It
wasn’t so much the fact he was staring at me—it was the way he was looking at
me. I couldn’t put my finger on it all I knew was I suddenly felt
self-conscious. Even though I shouldn’t, I just couldn’t bat away the nagging
self-doubt. This day, this seduction of Bastien was totally out of character
for me. I had acted like a wanton and in the afterglow I felt embarrassed. What
if he only thought of me now as an easy fuck? I sat up slowly pulling the
sheets over my breasts.

“
Tsk, tsk.”

“What, did I commit some kind of faux pas?”

“What you just did. Shame.”

I looked around. “What did I just do?”

Bastien smiled deviously, a devilish glint to his eye—like
he was enjoying his torment of me.

“Oh come on, tell me. What did I do?”

“You covered that gorgeous body of yours.” He pushed me back
down against the pillows and peeled away the sheet, his dark eyes raking over
my body, stirring the not-so-cool embers of my blood. “There, that’s better.”

I felt a blush rise to the surface of my skin. Bastien made
me feel desirable, whereas my ex had never made me feel this way. With my ex it
had always been lights out, legs open.

“You’re beautiful, angel. I don’t understand how you can’t
see it.”

“Well, let’s just say my ex-husband never made me feel the
way you make me feel.”

“Then he was a blind fool,” Bastien said with a surprising
amount of ferocity. He loomed over me and parted my thighs with his knee. “He
didn’t know what he had.” He sat back on his heels and split my legs open
wider, trapping me there, making me vulnerable, and I could feel my pussy become
wet with want and desire. I wanted him to touch me, taste me, fuck me.

His eyes traveled over my body like a starved man. “How can
any sane man leave this?” he whispered, his hands lightly brushing a trail down
my body.