The Outlaws (Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance)
Book Details
Author(s)Honey Palomino
PublisherHoney Palomino
ISBN / ASINB00ICNWIK2
ISBN-13978B00ICNWIK2
Sales Rank150,692
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
“Everyone has secrets, I just like to secretly discover them...â€
Dixie is a fiction writer with a boring life. In order to come up with fresh material, she develops a very bad habit of following people to learn their deepest, darkest secrets. When she finds herself stalking the most dangerous members of the local motorcycle club, she witnesses far more than she bargained for.
How will the president of the MC react to finding out Dixie's been following him? Will she find the strength to admit to her own forbidden secret before it's too late?
WARNING: This 9000 word story is infused with graphic sex and intrigue, including a fiery MMF threesome. Side effects may include a racing heart beat and feverish quivering. Mature audiences, 18 and over only!
Excerpt:
I crept up to the next window towards the back of the house. Bright light poured out of it, and keeping my face as hidden as possible, I peeked in.
I almost fell over when I saw the vision in front of me. Jackson was standing in his bedroom, his black leather jacket thrown over the black bedspread that covered a huge, four poster bed. His back was turned toward me as he pulled his black t-shirt over his head. I bit my tongue as the sight of his tattooed back, his muscles rippling under the bright light. He sat down on the bed and pulled off his heavy black boots. When he stood up again, he walked closer to the window, just feet from my hiding spot. I watched wide-eyed and frozen in place, desperately praying he wouldn't see me, as he reached down and ripped open his button-fly jeans.
I felt like the luckiest woman in the world as he pushed them down over his hips and stood back up. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his soft thick cock dangled between his muscular thighs. I felt my pussy contract as I watched him walk right up to the window, now mere inches between us. When he reached up to smooth his hair, I realized that because of the light in his bedroom, he couldn't see out of the window and was looking at his own reflection. He wouldn't be able to see me at all!
I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until now and I put my hand over my mouth as I took a deep breath, trying to remain completely silent while I did my best not to blink so that I could memorize every inch of his muscular nakedness. Taught, tan skin stretched across his bulging muscles. His shoulder were broad and thick, his sculpted chest was covered in fine, curly blonde hair. My eyes traveled down to his over-defined abs, and followed the thin, dark trail of hair that led down to his huge, breathtaking cock. It was soft, but impressive even in it's calm state. I licked my lips, mesmerized by my perfect, private view.
Dixie is a fiction writer with a boring life. In order to come up with fresh material, she develops a very bad habit of following people to learn their deepest, darkest secrets. When she finds herself stalking the most dangerous members of the local motorcycle club, she witnesses far more than she bargained for.
How will the president of the MC react to finding out Dixie's been following him? Will she find the strength to admit to her own forbidden secret before it's too late?
WARNING: This 9000 word story is infused with graphic sex and intrigue, including a fiery MMF threesome. Side effects may include a racing heart beat and feverish quivering. Mature audiences, 18 and over only!
Excerpt:
I crept up to the next window towards the back of the house. Bright light poured out of it, and keeping my face as hidden as possible, I peeked in.
I almost fell over when I saw the vision in front of me. Jackson was standing in his bedroom, his black leather jacket thrown over the black bedspread that covered a huge, four poster bed. His back was turned toward me as he pulled his black t-shirt over his head. I bit my tongue as the sight of his tattooed back, his muscles rippling under the bright light. He sat down on the bed and pulled off his heavy black boots. When he stood up again, he walked closer to the window, just feet from my hiding spot. I watched wide-eyed and frozen in place, desperately praying he wouldn't see me, as he reached down and ripped open his button-fly jeans.
I felt like the luckiest woman in the world as he pushed them down over his hips and stood back up. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his soft thick cock dangled between his muscular thighs. I felt my pussy contract as I watched him walk right up to the window, now mere inches between us. When he reached up to smooth his hair, I realized that because of the light in his bedroom, he couldn't see out of the window and was looking at his own reflection. He wouldn't be able to see me at all!
I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until now and I put my hand over my mouth as I took a deep breath, trying to remain completely silent while I did my best not to blink so that I could memorize every inch of his muscular nakedness. Taught, tan skin stretched across his bulging muscles. His shoulder were broad and thick, his sculpted chest was covered in fine, curly blonde hair. My eyes traveled down to his over-defined abs, and followed the thin, dark trail of hair that led down to his huge, breathtaking cock. It was soft, but impressive even in it's calm state. I licked my lips, mesmerized by my perfect, private view.
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