To His Heart's Content (manxman) Valentine's Short Story

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

 Taylor…

 (Evan's House------->)

“Taylor!”Mon Cherie”... (my dear), where is your head today?” My grandmother’s slightly raised voice penetrated my befuddled brain. I gave myself a mental shake and composed my features into an easy smile and turned around to face her.

 “Sorry Grand-mere… (Grandmother), I do seem to be a bit scattered today. I will clean this up immediately.” I told her as she eyed me skeptically. I tried to act normally as I wiped up the mess I made with the extra frosting all over the prep counter. It’s been days and that man still had me flustered beyond the point of reason.

 “Something is the matter with you. What is it?” She inquired and I kept my eyes down and smiled.

 “Nothing, “Mon Amour”... (My love). I guess I didn’t get enough sleep last night, no eating before bed you always told me.” I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders and tried for the innocent face. Little did she know that every time I closed my eyes a certain dark haired big biker filled my vision. He pushed himself into my unconscious mind and did deliciously naughty things to my body. I have been waking up the last few mornings covered in sweat and my own fluids. My heart would be pounding away a mile a minute and my mind would be frazzled from the erotic images.

 I snapped back to reality and leaned over to kiss her fragrant cheek before hurrying into the back office. I was off for the remainder of the afternoon since, I had taken over her consult with Ellie for her. I just wanted to go home, maybe have a glass of something and do nothing for the rest of the evening. Evan’s number was burning a hole in my bag, but there was no way I was going to call the sexy beast. I don’t think my poor little heart could survive the likes of him. He was just too much. So intense and so blunt. So drop dead, and heart stopping sexy.

 The man had only said a few words and he gave me one lick across my bottom lip and I had sworn my cock was going to bust through the zipper of my pants. It would probably explode if I had the “couilles”... (Balls) to go any further with him.

 After washing my hands and shedding the apron, I made sure to check if my “grand-pere”...(grandfather) needed anything before I left for the afternoon. He waved me off and told me to go be young and free. I just smiled indulgently at him before kissing his cheek and throwing my messenger bag over my head. I waved at the two other chefs as I walked past them intent on getting home to either mentally curse or fantasize about the biker across the street.

 I stepped out of the cool atmosphere bakery and into the bright sunshine on the sidewalk. It was a lovely winter day and even for being late in the afternoon, the sun was still high in the sky showing the time was getting ready to change soon. The evenings were going to get a little longer and that is okay with me. At least the bone chilling cold climate was a thing of the past as spring was the cusp of making it's appearance. 

 I released the alarm on my car when I was just steps away from the door. I heard a mighty rumbling noise and before I could turn my head to look; I yelped as a large arm wrapped around my waist, and I was literally lifted off my feet and placed to sit on a leather clad lap. My ass vibrated under the sheer power of the motorcycle's throttling engine. I knew who had the temerity to do something like this and in broad daylight too. I didn’t have to look into his sinfully handsome face to identify that is was none other than Evan, my one and only torment in life.

 I watched him with my eyes round as saucers as he leaned over and I just gave up, there was absolutely nothing I could do but brace myself from the tingles that shot up and down my spine. He once again ran that deviant tongue of his across my lips before pulling back and purring in his deep cum inducing baritone. “Delicious as always, now tell me why you haven’t called me, gorgeous?”

 I didn’t even pretend not to know what he was talking about, to do so would be a waste of energy. Just like I didn’t try to stop his intimate little greeting, nor did I try to slide off his lap as the big bike underneath the both of us continued to rumble. What was the point? The man did and said whatever he wanted to anyway. At least he was up front and didn’t beat around the bush to make his point. But he still left me tongued tied as I just blinked at him as I tried to get my brain back online enough to come up with a plausible response.

 When I didn’t come up with one fast enough, the big man quickly spun me around slapped a helmet on my head and took off down the street before I could even draw a breath. I didn’t even have the mental capacity to wonder if I locked my car. But that was the least of my troubles right about now. I was being kidnapped by the one man that I didn’t mind carrying me off to wherever. The correct response should have been sheer panic. I didn’t know this man from Adam, and he was taking me to somewhere unknown without even getting my consent first. But I felt absolutely safe with him.

 His huge arms surrounded me and protected me from the elements, and he had taken off his own helmet and placed it on my head for my protection. I wasn’t scared in the least. What I was though, was horny as hell sitting in between his muscular thick splayed thighs. That broad rock solid chest was pressed firmly against my back and an impressive shaft was rubbing against my ass. I wondered if the man had a giant pet anaconda snake in his pants. No normal human male had something that long and that wide behind their zipper. I surely hoped he was hard because if that behemoth actually got any bigger than it felt it wasn’t meant to be inserted into a human being.

Evan turned a sharp corner and my hands went from the grasping the gas tank to his huge tree trunk thighs where I gripped my fists full of his leathers. I could feel the strength as those massive muscles as they shifted and flexed when he navigated the throttle in the big bike. “Mon Dieu”…(my God), I would love to see this man naked.  It wasn’t long before he pulled into an elegantly cobbled driveway of a huge and obviously expensive house. The land surrounding it had to be at least an acre with a surrounding wood land. It was simply beautiful. I let go of his pants when he kicked the stand down and again he lifted me from in front of him and placed me on the cobbled drive of what I assumed was his home.

 Evan swung his big frame from his bike and he towered over me. I had no clue how to react or what to say. Every cell in my body just wanted to submit to whatever this take charge man wanted to do to me, but the sensible part of my brain and my heart demanded more. I deserved to be more than just a one night stand or even a on  again off again fuck buddy. I wanted him, but I wanted him for more than just sex. My dilemma as I stood here staring at this God of a man was what would happen if I followed him into his house. Will I be strong enough to put my foot down and demand what I want, or will he make me forget myself and give in.  Evan looked down at me expectantly and I heaved a mighty sigh and followed him towards the front door of his home. “Que dieu me donne la force”....(Lord give me strength)