The small section of the painting that I had framed seemed to put the perfect accent on my living room wall. I tilted my head, trying to orient it as how it would have been in the original painting so I could figure out what parts of our bodies had created the abstract shapes and unique, blended colors. I smiled at the memory of creating the painting, the way our bodies slipped and moved against each other as we rolled across the canvas, the more passionate the sex, the more expressive the painting. No one would ever have to know how that painting was made, but I would always know and any time I needed a reminder that my body was beautiful and unique, all I would need to do is look at it.
It was only a few days until I would return to The Enchanted Woods for the final time and the reality of it was setting in. I could hardly believe that it had been more than two months since I had started my journey, but as I looked around my house at the tangible reminders of my dates, I knew that I had come so far. I could feel the changes that had come over me and knew that when this was over, I would carry those changes with me into whatever the rest of my life held.
Philip had a hint of sadness in his eyes when he looked at me as I climbed out of the limo in front of the cottage.
“The team did a wonderful job fixing my house,” I told him. “I really appreciate you doing that for me.”
“Of course,” he said.
“What is it, Philip?” I asked.
“This is the last time that I’m bringing you here,” he said.
It was the most emotion that he had ever shown and I felt my heart squeeze a little.
“Not the last time,” I told him. “You still have to bring me on my date and then bring me back here after.”
He shook his head.
“No. Your date is picking you up here.”
“Oh. Well, you’ll have to bring me back to my house when I leave Tuesday.”
He gave a single nod.
“Yes, Miss Snow.”
With that, he got back into the limo and drove away. I turned to start up the stairs and caught movement in the corner of my eye. I looked to the side and saw Noah. His arms were full of grocery bags and he was looking at me as if I was the last person that he wanted to see. I turned away and ran inside, not wanting that confrontation.
It was almost surreal getting ready for my date the next day. I knew that this was the last time that I was going to take an outfit selected for me out of one of the boxes and wait to meet the man who had chosen it. It was the last time that I was going to come face-to-face with the embodiment of a fantasy and get swept into a date they had planned specifically for me. Holding this knowledge somewhat heavily within me, I went through the process of preparing for the date almost like a ritual. I took the note from the box again and looked down at it.
“Get your motor running.”
I couldn’t help but hum “Born to be Wild” as I withdrew the clothing from the box and spread it over the bed.
Fucking nerd. That is something you will not be doing on this date.
As I looked at the clothing, though, it didn’t miss my notice that it looked like something that might be worn in a music video for that song. All leather and rivets, the skirt and corseted top were the furthest from what I would usually wear of anything that had been chosen for me on these dates. That very fact, though, made me more excited to try it on. This was the last time that I got to be someone other than just me and from the look of the outfit, it was going to push me all the way out of my comfort zone and into some new realm of experience.
Right at the time that I was supposed to be picked up for my date, I heard the roar of a powerful engine outside. It sent a shock through me and I felt my heart pick up speed. I took a last glance into the mirror, fluffed my hair and smoothed my vibrant red lipstick, and headed outside. The day was cloudy and held the threat of rain, but it only worked to set the atmosphere for what was waiting for me outside.
A sleek black motorcycle sat in the drive, a man in black leather straddling it. His helmet entirely encompassed his head and when he turned to look at me I could see my stunned reflection in the visor. He reached up and took the helmet off and instantly I knew that I wanted this man to fuck me. He looked like sex personified and I had absolutely no need to go through the small talk.
“I’m Grey,” he said.
Of course, you are.
“Snow.”
“Get on.”
Straight to the point. I like it.
I grabbed the second helmet that was behind him and put it on, securing it in place before hiking up my skirt and climbing onto the back of the hot machine. The position spread my legs so that my center nestled against his ass and my breasts pressed into his back. I wrapped my arms around his waist and in an instant the bike roared to life and shot down the driveway. The speed was exhilarating and the vibration of the bike beneath me stimulated my clit, pushing my arousal further. I lowered one hand to the inside of Grey’s thigh and he immediately grabbed it, moving it over so that I cupped his cock through his tight pants. It felt thick and delicious already and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it more.
We rode through the woods and along several open roads before dipping back into the trees. Finally, I felt him pull the bike to a stop and climb down. I was taking the helmet off when he grabbed me by my waist and picked me up off of the motorcycle, setting me on my feet beside it. Anticipation was building in my belly, but he didn’t even touch me before getting back on his bike and pulling away.
“What are you doing?” I shouted after him.
As he started to disappear I heard another roar behind me and I whipped around to see a different bike coming at me. My heart beat with such ferocity it felt like it might crack through my ribcage, but I stayed in place, refusing to let the fear take over. The motorcycle came closer and before I knew what was happening, I felt the ground disappear beneath me as a strong arm looped around my waist and swept me up and onto it. Suddenly the roaring bike was between my thighs and my back rested against the hard, warm chest of another man. His body rocked against mine as we rode and his hand rested low on my belly, holding me in place as the feverish pace of the bike threatened to throw me off as he turned sharply and started up another path through the woods.
My mind went to Grey. I could hear the powerful sound of his motorcycle behind us and I had the distinct feeling that this was not a surprise to him. This was something that he had planned. We rode until the path grew narrow and the trees thicker, and the man pulled the motorcycle to a stop. In one motion, he climbed off and swept me down into his arms. He carried me off of the path and lowered me to my feet beside a tree. The rain continued to stream around us as he stood over me and I looked into his face for the first time. I saw familiar eyes staring back at me with intensity that kept me still even when his hands left my hips and my breath caught in my throat. Before I could say anything, his mouth crushed down on mine, his tongue tempting my lips apart. Instinct took over and I kissed him back with intensity, seeking out some of the pleasure that he had already given me just a few weeks before. Shane’s hands slid up my ribs onto the sides of my breasts, then came to the front of my corseted top where narrow leather laces held the fabric together.
His mouth lifted from mine as he straightened slightly to make it easier for his hands to untie the leather laces and pull the fabric away from my breasts. Rain glazed my skin and I drew in a breath.
"What are you doing here?" I managed to say through the tightness in my throat.
Shane brought a finger to my lips to stop my words.