Heaven On Wheels: A Salty Sweet Erotic Short

By Scarlett Penn

Outlaw bikers. Raw sex and power on wheels. They are what we mean when we say bad boys.

The question is this: Are two sexy bad boys better than one or just a whole ‘nother level of corruptive seduction?

For good girl UCLA grad student Lauren Talbot, her experiment in confronting the forbidden sexual fantasies we all keep hidden has been an escape into hedonistic taboo. Giving herself to Rogue King road captain Mac Akani, the object of her bad boy biker obsession, has opened a Pandora’s box of latent sexual desires that all good girls have but all good girls hide. What happens when the motorcycle club’s enforcer follows Lauren right to where she hides and forces her to own her darkest needs?

Heaven On Wheels is one of four STANDALONE erotic shorts about the bad boy bikers and outlaw lovers of the Rogue Kings Motorcycle Club. Explicit language. MFM ménage and DP. Rough beards. Hot sex. Forbidden desires.

9800 words or roughly 33 traditional print pages.

Scarlett Penn Erotica

These are the fantasies we all keep secret. To be obsessed by desire, taken with force, claimed in passion that we know is forbidden. Salty sweet short erotica. NSFW and not safe for prudes. Meet Scarlett Penn here between the lines for Salty Sweet Tuesday, every Tuesday.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sticky Sweet Books
• Release date: Jan 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524297558

Book preview

Heaven On Wheels

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Lauren

Can people tell? The truth about me, I mean? That this isn’t Lauren. I’m not me right now.

Tight hip-hugger jeans and motorcycle boots. A (borrowed) Harley Davidson tee-shirt worn so thin that it’s practically sheer, sleeves torn off, push-up bra showing at the neckline and under my arms. Blond, finger-combed beach curls and slightly sunburned cheeks and shoulders from being out on the road under the West Coast summer sun. Even without hulking, dark-haired road captain Mac Akani sitting in front of me on his motorcycle, I look like a biker’s chick. Albeit I’d be the glossy Hollywood version. The tattoo on my right shoulder, of a skull holding a rose in its teeth, isn’t even real; it’s the rub on and wash off kind, Mac’s idea of funny.

I’m not real. This feels—I feel—too dirty and sunburned and sensual to be happening in real time. It’s like I’ve come untethered from my normal life and responsibilities and I’m just drifting free.

At the gas station, where I’m leaning back against Mac’s Harley with arms protectively crossed, I glance out the corner of my eye at Mac’s club brother topping off his own tank. For the Rogue Kings MC, Mac is the road captain, the guy who plans the club rides when they all go out together. The guy who keeps everyone in line, though, the one some might call an enforcer with all the connotations that go with the term, is not Mac with his 6’5" frame filled out with muscle as broad and solid as a brick wall.

RK sergeant at arms, Jace wears the power of his lean, hard body much more casually under his white tee and black leather club vest—his cut. His is a runner’s body or a swimmer’s with long, tight, elegant muscles instead of bulk. While Mac is like a massive beast, Jace is tempered steel.

I’m trying not to notice that about the scruffy blue-eyed blond as he tends to his motorcycle. A small gaggle of sorority types eye him and giggle as they pass on their way back to their expensive convertible parked a few pumps over. I think I might even recognize one or two of them from my classes. Cool and sexy, knowing he is the ultimate bad boy archetype, hell on wheels and sex in blue jeans, Jace shoots them a brief blue-eyed glance and a rakish half smile over his shoulder. Turned back from them, his stubbly grin gets wider and he shakes his head in amusement, his short tawny ponytail brushing his back just below his nape.

I know that look. I’ve been getting it from Jace for a month now, since I started.... Since I started what? What am I doing here with Mac? Living out the secret fantasy it seems all good girls have of being owned absolutely and fucked ruthlessly by the bad