Hog Wild (An Erotic Three Pigs Twisted Fairy Tale) by Jaxon Jenna

Author:Jaxon, Jenna [Jaxon, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: New Dawning Bookfair
Published: 2011-05-22T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Lula Pays a Call

Lula lay immersed in Rob’s hot tub, the jetting bubbles playing over her breasts, making her nipples semi-erect. She turned her head to gaze at the long figure still sprawled in the striped lounge chair. He hadn’t moved or made a sound in the hour since she entered the tub. Not even a snort, though that was not unusual. Her technique often knocked them out for several hours.

She cocked her head to listen again to the insistent ringing of the house phone, the sound muffled through the glass door. The ringing stopped and she turned to stare at the red and white striped shirt Rob had dropped earlier. Right on cue his “Bad to the Bone” ring-tone blasted out of its pocket. This had been going on for at least ten minutes. Beau was obviously awake and desperately trying to contact his brother. The missing Panhead would slow him down, but he didn’t live so far from Rob that he couldn’t walk over. Time to go.

Rising from the tub, Lula smiled and snagged Rob’s shirt, the now-silent phone thudding onto the deck. She toweled herself dry, then tossed the shirt over Rob’s torso. He was turning pink in the afternoon sun. No need for the poor guy to roast.

After donning her clothes—again—Lula went inside and Googled directions to the Phantom’s house, which was less than a mile away. Returning to the deck, she searched Rob’s jeans, grabbed the key to the Sportster, and hurried down the steps. She had stashed the Panhead several blocks away, not wanting the noisy exhaust to warn of her approach. Now she mounted the shiny black bike parked on the gravel driveway and winced as the hot seat met her bare butt. She’d grin and bear it—no need to put her jeans on for this quick trip.

Adjusting the mirrors, Lula slid an appreciative hand over the sleek chrome handlebars. This motorcycle was more to her taste than the Panhead, but the Phantom called to her like a siren song. Thoughts of the rugged, blue-eyed brother who owned that bike made her pussy twitch on the sizzling leather saddle. These other two had just been a warm-up. Now she intended to get down to business.

* * * *

Jesse Hogue heard Rob’s Sportster come ‘round the corner onto Deadman Pass just as he opened his first pre-dinner bottle of Dos Equis. He glanced up at the clock in the kitchen. Why the hell are they back so early? His brothers had been known to make a day trip last until midnight and here it was not yet 4:30 on a Saturday afternoon and they were back, probably coming to worry the shit out of him.

He grunted, already imagining the argument that must have made them return during daylight hours, when he cocked his head and listened again. Sportster, yes; Panhead, no. Awww, shit. Jesse grabbed the green bottle by the neck and strode from the kitchen, through the living room, and out the front door of his brick rancher onto the porch.

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