Hog Wild — Jenna Jaxon

When Lula Wolfendale's motorcycle breaks down on her way to a Harley rally, she detours into tiny Shoshone, CA to find a new ride. Seducing bikers Beau and Rob Hogue and commandeering their Harleys is easy; finding sexual satisfaction is a "hog" of a different color. A Blue Phantom, to be exact, owned by the pair's older brother, Jesse. After brief, unsatisfying encounters with the first two Hogues, Lula approaches Jesse with a proposition: a sexual contest for his Phantom, where Lula will emerge with either a bike to die for or the climax of her dreams. Or can she possibly obtain both? Story ExcerptHe's just a kid, but he's got a bitchin' bike. That had been Lula's thought when she walked up his sandy driveway. Now, standing over him, smiling down into this round, boyish face, with its snub nose and chestnut hair falling into sexy blue eyes, heat stirred between her thighs. Not that she would change her course, but perhaps she would be a bit more-gentle when the time came."Can we go inside?" With studied practice, she licked her lips and curled them into a smile. And was rewarded with a look of absolute lust. More like a dog with its tongue hanging out than a pig. No matter. Lula offered her hand to the boy and pulled him to his feet. She was surprised at his height-six feet at least, may six one. Height didn't matter, though length certainly did. The longer the better for her purposes."You're a tall one." She let him lead her across the clumps of stubborn grass that clung to life amid a sea of sand toward a faded beige ramshackle trailer. The mobile home looked as though a good wind would blow it into Kansas. He turned and grinned at her, his pale blue eyes twinkling. "Yes, ma'am. Six one and a half. And more than that in my pants."Lula threw back her head and laughed at his audacity. "You got a name, Mr. Six-Foot-One and then some?"Beau. Beau Hogue, ma'am."You can call me Lula, Beau." After climbing three rickety s