by Jenna Jaxon
At the end of the beep, Rob yelled into the cell, “Answer the fuckin’ phone, you son of bitch. You’re late. Call me now.” He flipped the phone closed and slid it back into the pocket of his worn striped shirt. When he reached to retrieve the shammy, he brushed against the fringed, black leather chaps covering his jeans, scorching his fingers. Shit! Might as well take these off until the little bastard shows up. No need to roast before we even leave. He reached for the antique chrome belt buckle.
“Need some help with that?”
Rob’s head snapped up at the sound of a low, sexy voice. He removed his sunglasses to get a better look at the hot brunette. I gotta see this in living color. Sight of her black hair, cut longer on one side, started a twitch down in his groin. Lips so full and red if she stuck her tongue out she would look like the model for the Rolling Stones logo. God, I hope she sticks her tongue out. And legs that reached up to her tits. The chaps were not the only thing heated now.
“You offering, honey?” Rob gave her his best Paul Newman come-on stare. Sadie down at El Ranchito told him once he looked kind of like Paul Newman, but Sadie’d say anything to get laid.
She smiled and the tip of her tongue eased through her lips just a little before she said, “Sure sounded like that, didn’t it?”
Feeling like a furnace had ignited in his dick, Rob sauntered over to the woman, hoping she was not a mirage induced by sunstroke. He stopped close enough to smell the salty tang of her skin, his eyes focused on that heavenly wicked mouth. “Then have at it, sweetheart.” He thrust his hips towards her.
Her smile widened. “Boldness. I like that in a stranger.” Her hand dropped to his belt buckle.
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This whole family is going to be delightful. Lula knew from the moment she saw the Sportster this was the wrong house. She would still have to track Jesse down. While Rob didn’t have the bike she sought, from the looks of him, he might have something else she could use.
Lula loosened the straps and eased the chaps over his slim hips. She squatted as she peeled the hot leather down over first one, then the other hard muscled thigh. When she reached his ankles he easily lifted a booted foot—no wobbling with this one—so she could finish freeing him.
Lula continued to hunker down, warm leather in her hands, and his bulging crotch in her face. She stared at the taut, faded blue fabric; even the zipper tag stuck straight out, pointing accusingly at her, as if to say, “See what you started!” Smiling at her fanciful thoughts, she reached up to grab the cheeky little tag, when Rob’s hand snared hers. Tilting her head back, she raised an eyebrow. “You said I could help myself.”
“To take the chaps off, honey. We haven’t been properly introduced for anything else.”
She shook her head at his bid for control and rose to stand before him. Another tall one. I hope he’s got “more in his pants” as well. Definitely gonna let this one try.
“I’m Lula. And you are?”
“Robert Hogue. Call me Rob. Lula who?”
“Wolfendale.”
He cocked his head and grinned. “Haven’t seen you in Shoshone before, Lula. I’d have remembered you.” His glance swept over her face, down to her breasts and remained there.
“No, I’m only passing through. Heading to the big North Meets South HOG Rally in Concord. An annual event I always attend.”
“You ride?” His eyes narrowed, suspicious, as he checked her clothes once more.
Lula laughed, handed him the chaps, and stepped back. “Why so surprised? Not in these clothes, of course. My ride broke down out in the desert and I thought these would be a bit cooler to walk in until I could find some help.” Her voice softened to a low growl. “Can you help me?”
Rob sucked in his bottom lip. “Depends on what you need, Lula. You looking for a mechanic or just a ride?” His baby-blues stared straight into her eyes, and he winked.
“What if I need both?”
“Then this is your lucky day, honey, ‘cause I am both.” He leaned forward and ran a warm, tanned finger down her arm. “Which do you need first?”
Lula’s arm broke out in gooseflesh, a distinctly pleasant sensation. “I suppose we could start with a ride and see where it takes us.” She stepped close, grabbed his head and pulled him down, wrapping her lips around his mouth as it opened to…agree? Protest?
Her tongue stabbed into him and she heard a grunt, and his arm cinched her waist, drawing her pelvis against the hard-on in his jeans. Hips grinding against the thick ridge, Lula stroked his tongue, urging it into her mouth. When he complied, she sucked it like a candy cane until the man squirmed and pulled back, eyes wide.
“Damn, lady! Are you part leech?”
Lula laughed and grabbed his hand. “One part. I have been known to let go on occasion.” She pulled him toward the steps leading onto his deck. “Let’s go inside.” When his eyebrows rose in twin question marks, she leaned in and whispered, “I promise not to bite.”
“Well, don’t take all the fun out of it.”
She licked her lips. “Not a chance.”
They headed up the wooden steps to the deck, but when Lula would have turned to the door that led inside the house, Rob tugged her into the center of the deck. A group of colorful striped lounge chairs clustered around an in-deck hot tub. He flipped a switch on the control panel and jets began to hiss bubbles onto the water’s surface.
“One advantage to living on the fringes of a small town is a lack of snoopy neighbors.” He indicated the empty desert that stretched to the horizon. “You game for skinny-dipping, Lula?”
She chuckled. “I’m game for anything at this point, Rob.” Unwavering, she stared into his eyes as she crossed her arms, grasped the bottom edge of the white bandeau and pulled it over her head in one liquid movement. I’m going to wear this top out if I keep getting dressed and undressed today. She tossed the garment onto a lounge chair and posed with hands on hips. Your move.
Rob took a deep breath and raced to unbutton his shirt. He plucked it off then pulled his tee shirt over his head, its momentum sailing it into a corner. His wide, well-muscled shoulders dropped as his arms went back to his sides and Lula feasted on the sight of his bronzed skin rippling over tight abs. Three quick steps and she was against him, her tongue darting out to lick the hard nubbin of a male nipple.
“Jesus!” He clamped her shoulders, eyes closed, steadying himself. “You play hard, darlin.’”
She ran her hand the length of his thick erection, like a cannon stuffed down his jeans. “So do you.” Lula reached to unbutton his jeans.
“Shit!” Rob grabbed her before she could make contact.
Lula pulled back, glaring at him. “You’re awfully protective of that package, Rob. What do you have in there, the crown jewels?”
“No, it’s not that.” He shook his head and gave an exasperated snort. “Fuck. I just remembered, my little brother’s coming over any minute. We’re supposed to ride Death Valley today.”
Lula glanced at the black leather watch on her wrist. “I’m sure he’s still asleep.” Rob looked confused, so to distract him, she continued with the only argument that might get those jeans off him. “Besides, if he shows up, he could join us. The more the merrier, as they say.”
Rob’s mouth dropped open. “You’d do us both?”
She took the opportunity to unbutton him. “You said you two were going to ride together. Why change your plans?” With her fingers hooked into jeans and underwear, Lula skinned him like peeling a banana. Glancing up at the still astonished Rob, she knelt and unfastened his boots as he clutched her shoulders.
Divesting him of his last shred of clothing, Lula sat up on her heels, bringing his engorged cock directly in line with her mouth. She licked her lips and heard a strangled gasp. Taking his thick, hard length in her hands, she pressed her thumbs to the underside and ran them to the hilt. She lifted his dick to within a millimeter of her mouth. “Care to wager who comes first?”
Chapter 4
“You’re on, honey.” Rob grinned at her as she tilted her face up towards him. “Mind if I bet on you?”
“Not at all.” Lula glanced back at the huge dick poised at her lips. “But are you betting that I’ll come first or make you come?”
“Oh, you’ll come for me, baby. Right around my talented tongue.” His eyes twinkled. “The first time, anyway.”
“Cocky in so many ways.” She swabbed his velvet soft crown and he replied with a guttural rumble. Rob’s dick expanded as she wrapped her mouth around him and gave a little squeeze. About a seven and a half. Her practiced eye sited down the thick, ridged rod, growing before her eyes. He could go eight with some coaxing. The longer the length, the longer her “effect” lasted.
As Lula started to suck rhythmically, her pussy sent a little tingling cry of protest. What about me? And throbbed once, just to get her attention. Lula released her quarry and sat back on her haunches. Okay, puss. We’ll let him try. Just don’t get your hopes up.
“Want to take this into the tub?” Rob’s eager face brightened as he pulled her to her feet.
“For what I’ve got in mind, we’d drown. Are the lounges comfortable? Sturdy?” He nodded both times and Lula pulled him over to the blue and green striped canvas chairs. She pushed him down on the chaise, rubbing her abdomen against his hot pecs, already slick with a fine sheen of sweat. The short, side zipper of her skirt purred, and the garment fell to the deck. He pressed her wiry curls greedily to his hot, horny mouth.
His tongue searched enthusiastically through the dense thicket, rooting around until it found her long-neglected clit. A thrill shot from the sensitive bead straight into her womb and heat erupted along her thighs. She lowered herself onto the lounge chair, his face following her pussy. Lying back, Lula opened herself to him and his “talented” tongue in silent anticipation. A throbbing ache pulsed whenever his tongue tickled her clitoris, building in a way she scarcely remembered. Did I find the right brother after all?
Rob nibbled and nipped at the soft folds of her slit. Lula could feel his tongue exploring, lapping down one side, circling at the base of her opening as though winding her up, then one long lick up the other side. A growl of satisfaction built in her chest; this was the best she’d had for more than six months.
He paused in his attentions, and chuckled. “I know that sound. Another satisfied customer.”
“Not precisely yet, lover. But you’re on the right track.” Lula watched him through half-closed eyelids. “What else you got up your sleeve?”
In response, he pushed two fingers inside her to the hilt, the force of them enough to rock her back an inch or two. She grunted in surprise and stared at him. “A bit of warning is always appreciated.”
“Surprise can be exciting…and satisfying.” He worked his fingers, pistoning in and out of her pussy, pressing from different angles as they slid back and forth. Lula concentrated on summoning sensations long absent. A jolt shot through her when his mouth fastened onto her clit again, sucking on the nub in rhythm. Ah, good move. Lula lay back, panting expectantly. Come on, baby. Push it. Push it.
Her slippery cave should have been shooting off sparks by now, but her growing arousal hit a plateau. She focused on that talented tongue worrying her sensitive flesh, kneading it, working her until Lula thought she’d go mad with frustration. It wasn’t going to happen—again.
Rob sat up, licking his lips. “You okay, baby?” His hand still reamed her pussy with strong thrusts of his fingers.
“I think you’d be better off if I flipped over. There’s a cock right there that’s aching for some attention.” She stared at his swollen dick, now poking insistently against her right butt cheek.
“Or I could just swap my fingers out.” He eased them out of her dripping pussy and then winked at her as he licked them. His rock hard member inched closer to her throbbing opening and for a second she was tempted to see what he could do.
But the sun was beating down, the morning had flown, and she still had a Phantom to catch. Old blue-eyes looked like he could make her come just by staring at her.
“I have a taste for sausage right now.” Lula rocked into a sitting position, then stood, straddling the chaise lounge. “Lie down, lover, and let me indulge my…appetite.”
Grinning so widely his eyes crinkled, Rob slid down in the chair. “I’ve never been one to refuse a lady anything. Especially when she’s got a hankering for something I can supply. Go right on down, honey.”
Lula reversed her position, her knees settling on either side of his neck, as she worked to prevent the chaise from tipping over. His cock towered before her eyes and she gave a long lick, from root to the satiny crown. Nope, still seven and a half. But it will do.
As she slid her lips down over the head, Lula grasped his thick base and squeezed tightly. A deep groan filtered up from underneath her body as hot lips pressed against her pussy and Rob’s tongue slid into her slit. Feels about as long as his dick. Surprised by his reach, Lula bobbed her head up, almost releasing him. His tongue withdrew as well, until she drew his dick back into her mouth and felt an answering stab into her tunnel. Okay, Rob. Let’s see if you can follow my lead.
In the next minutes, Lula licked and sucked, stroked and nibbled, all actions mirrored by Rob’s ministrations to her pussy. It’s almost like fucking myself. Wonder if I can I make myself come? Smiling around the huge erection lodged in her mouth, she stroked downward sharply one, two, three, four times, feeling his tongue’s answering thrusts deep within her. But no fire ignited. Guess not. Time to get on with it. I wonder what kind of reaction this will bring?
She raised her torso, relaxed her throat, and slid her mouth down his length until her face touched his curly thatch. With his face plastered against her bottom, his tongue pressed into her incredibly deep and began to wiggle against the sides of her channel. Good, but not good enough. Lula squeezed his dick with her throat and pushed underneath his balls. His tongue action stopped cold. She heard a muffled yelp as cum erupted, his cock trembling in eagerness to give up its goodies. The mouth that pressed her so insistently fell away and his head hit the canvas with a soft “plop.”
Lula raised her head, swallowed, and allowed herself a self-satisfied smile. She glanced over her shoulder at the unconscious Rob. “I win.”
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. His scuffed boots beat a rapid tattoo across the boards and onto the steps leading to the yard, when he looked up and halted mid-stride.
He peered up and down the street, but the only motorcycle in sight was one ridden by a woman who seemed to be looking for something. She paused at each mailbox on the street—there were only two others, but she was giving them the once over for sure. A looker in more ways than one. Jesse smiled and raised the bottle to his lips, not taking his eyes off the bike or its rider.
Though he got an immediate overall impression of a great body, her face drew his attention first. A study in light and dark—pale skin, dark brows, ruby red lips looking hungry even at this distance. Dark hair—no helmet, God what a fuckin’ idiot—framed her devilishly attractive face. The sight started a pleasant ache in his groin. Who are you lookin’ for, sweetheart?