Hog Wild: MMF Menage Romance

By Riley James

A billionaire with a vision, a biker determined to stop him, and one woman who could build a bridge between them both...

Biologist Erika Myers is observing otters on a cold autumn morning when a freak accident sends her plunging into the river. Lucky for her, she's rescued by Mick Brannon, a huge, rough-looking biker who was cruising by on his hog. Mick might look like he belongs in a motorcycle gang, but he has a heart of gold and owns a bar in town. The only things that make him angry are seeing a woman treated wrong...and the extreme sports park that billionaire Drake Durrant wants to build and ruin Mick's hometown. Only Erika happens to be working with Drake to help bring the multi-million dollar project to life. When the billionaire races to Erika's side after the accident, he comes face to face with Mick and sparks fly between the three of them.

Mick is a fighter. Being a biker who swings both ways means he has plenty of scars to prove how tough he is. So when an outsider billionaire waltzes into his town looking to change it forever, he's going to do all he can to protect the town's way of life. And since he owns the slice of land Drake needs to start building his tourist-trap sports park, Mick can stop it for good. But Mick finds himself attracted to Erika, the sweet BBW who literally fell into his life, and it just so happens that the billionaire has his sights on her too. Not only is Drake filthy rich, he's too damn handsome, too bisexual, and the man keeps invading Mick's fantasies starring Erika. One way or another, Mick has to get Drake out of his system so he can win Erika's heart...only that might be easier said than done.

Reader note: contains MMF menage romance, curvy BBW heroines, bad boy bikers, sexy billionaires, and male/male love

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Hill Publishing
• Release date: Aug 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201063337

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Title Page

Copyright Warning

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

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Hog Wild

Copyright © 2018 by Riley James

ISBN: 978-1-949719-08-6

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First Etopia Press electronic publication: October 2018

~ Dedication ~

With love to V.M.L.

CHAPTER ONE

Erika

My breath billowed out in steaming clouds as I trekked along the Little Spokane River with my tablet computer in one hand and binoculars in the other, searching for river otters. This area of low hills and trees north of Spokane, Washington was one I’d known my whole life. The cold, late autumn air whipped around me. I let the binoculars dangle on their strap as I brushed stray strands of my long hair away from my face.

I was a woman on a mission. I had on good boots, a fluorescent vest so a hunter didn’t mistake me for a deer, and a heavy winter coat. My mission today was to observe, count, and report on river otters in their natural habitat. There were worse things in life than being paid to watch Lontra canadensis, better known as the adorable North American river otter. I was a professional, so I never squealed over how cute they were or how I wished otters were domesticated so I could have one for my very own.

Nope, not at all.

Okay, maybe I did wish that a little. And maybe there was some aww-ing and very mild squealing whenever I found one. But that was a secret I would never admit aloud.

It was cold enough to feel like winter, even if the season didn’t officially start for a few more weeks. It was easier to ignore the chilly bite to the air when I focused on how much I was getting paid for this impact study. I’d been hired by Drake Durrant, a billionaire hedge fund manager and investor, to do environmental impact studies on the surrounding habitats. Drake wanted to do some heavy investing in Allerton. He planned to build an extreme sports mega-park—whatever that was—among other projects. All I knew was that it promised tourism and looked to revitalize the small town of Allerton.

The town had been on its knees for years. Since before I’d moved away. I wanted to see my hometown do well, but with a hatchery nearby, there were a lot of regulations, paperwork, and impact studies to deal with before Durrant could hope to break ground. My study was a key component of his plans.

Lingering frost crunched under my boots while I walked the river bank. The Little Spokane River was moving fast thanks to recent rains. It fed into the Spokane River, which ended up merging with the Columbia River. I stopped when I spotted some movement by the rocks on the opposite bank.

I raised the binoculars and focused in on the motion. A furry, whiskered face appeared right before my eyes. I watched as the otter slipped back into the river, swam around hunting, and finally emerged again with a fish. They were great hunters but vulnerable to river pollution. Protecting them and the rest of the river habitat was my foremost goal, and I’d have no problem halting Mr. Billionaire’s pet project if his plans were a danger to the life here. He might have commissioned this study from me and might be paying for it, but I’d never let that get in the way of my professional obligations. I was a biologist with a degree in environmental engineering…and I was still paying off my university loans.

In fact, I’d only met Drake Durrant once. He was distractingly handsome. The kind of handsome man you knew would never be interested in a science-y, heftier girl like me. So it was annoying to have my body react to him as if I had a chance. Billionaires liked New York models and perfect Hollywood starlets, not biologists.

That didn’t mean I didn’t want to see this mega-park be built…if it didn’t hurt the ecosystem. The town was dying slowly. Most people who grew up in Allerton, Washington, ran off to Seattle or even Spokane as soon as they graduated high school. That was a shame because this place was beautiful in ways the big city couldn’t compete with. It had been home to me as a kid, and here I was, back in town. For now, anyway. Because when this project ended and the funding went away, I wouldn’t be able to make ends meet living here. Not a lot of demand for biologists in Allerton. In fact, if I hadn’t been born here, many people might see me as a tree hugger putting the lives of deer, salmon, and of course adorable river otters against people’s jobs. That wasn’t true. I wanted everything to fit together perfectly in a balanced system that was good for both people and the ecosystem.

But then again, I always had a bit of cockeyed optimism to me. Or that’s what my dad always said.

I made some notes on my computer tablet, continuing to observe the otter. It looked my way but didn’t seem afraid of me. Then in the distance, I heard a loud, rumbling roar. It was an engine, coming from the road that ran parallel to this part of the river. It sounded like a motorcycle. One of those Harley-Davidsons that could wake the dead three counties over.

The otter looked in the direction of the engine, then slipped into the river and disappeared. I cursed softly to myself and hoped the gods would curse that obnoxiously loud motorcycle with rust and two flat tires for terrifying the wildlife and breaking the incredible peace around here.

I moved closer to the riverbank ledge, trying to see if the otter had a den or some kits around. The motorcycle engine grew even louder. I turned to glare through the trees back at the road…

…and the damp earthen bank suddenly collapsed into the river. I cried out, flailing wildly as I fell. My computer tablet flew out of my hands. I reached for it as I fell, not caring if I plunged into the icy, fast-moving water, only trying to save my tablet and all its valuable data.

The tablet splashed into the river a second before I did. My breath left my lungs as I plunged into the water. The river deeper here thanks to the rain. It was so frigid that the water felt like needles piercing my skin. For a second, I couldn’t move. My muscles wouldn’t respond. The icy shock of cold sucked all my strength away. I couldn’t fight back the terrifying thought that this could be how I died. Falling into the river while watching otters and dying of hypothermia…and I hadn’t even been taking a selfie either.

Not only was the water deeper than I expected, but the current was also strong and fast and swept me away from the riverbank, rushing me downstream before I could even cry for help.

* * *

Mick

I opened the throttle on my Harley and put the hammer down, rocketing through a series of S-curves that followed the winding river. The engine roared and growled, echoing off the far hills. I grinned, loving the exhilarating feel of cold wind blowing in my face and pushing against my leathers.

I loved riding this section of road. Not much traffic, perfect winding turns mixed with straight-aways, and a great view of the river. Whenever I needed to get away from the troubles of the bar I owned in town, the first thing I turned to was a ride on my hog.

I leaned into another turn and shot out of it fast. As I did, I caught a glimpse of a woman on the riverbank. It was hard to miss her. She was wearing a bright fluorescent green vest over her coat and was staring at something with binoculars. I didn’t see a hunting rifle, so she wasn’t after deer. I put her out of my mind. Right now this was about me and my ride.

I was about to turn my attention back to the road and really open the Harley up when suddenly the woman fell into the river. It happened that fast. One second she was on the bank, the next she was turning to look at me, probably to admire my bike, and then bam, she fell into the damn river.

Braking hard, I swung the bike to the side of the road. My heart started pounding away, charging me up with adrenaline. I was certain she would immediately swim back to the riverbank and crawl out, looking like a drowned rat but safe again. But the river was moving faster than I remembered, swollen by all the rain we’d had this month. The current pulled her toward the center of the river as she struggled against it, dragged down by her coat. Those wet clothes would be weighing her down, making it hard for her to swim or tread water. And the cold…

It wasn’t even a choice. A woman needed help, and I was going to damn well get it to her, even if I had to drive this bike into the river to do it. She was already much farther away than where she’d fallen in and quickly disappearing from my view. I knew this area well. I could race ahead to the turn out a quarter mile down the road, get ahead of her and pull her out of the water.

My tires shrieked and smoked as I gave the bike full throttle. Then the tires caught a good grip, and I rocketed down the road. I glanced at her again as I shot past her, looking down the slope to the river. I caught sight of her bright vest through the trees and bushes. Her head was above water, but she was still flailing.

Fear churned in my gut and my heart hammered away, but I also felt supercharged. I knew I could save her if I was fast. Nothing was going to stop me or slow me down.

I raced the Harley around the curves and roared down the straight stretches until I saw the turnout that led close to the river. My tires shrieked again as I laid down black stripes along the asphalt, turning off the road. No sign of her yet. I had at least a minute to get ready for her, judging from the current and how fast I’d been going. I put down the kickstand and ran toward the riverbank.

The water was running high and fast, eating away at the banks in some places. No wonder she’d fallen in. The current had probably undercut the bank she’d been standing on. My boots slid to a stop in the wet earth. I peered up the river, praying I’d see her head bobbing or that bright vest. I didn’t see anything yet, but that