All Chapters of Bikers and Bakeries: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mike and Tiffany stopped immediately and tried to cover themselves. Mikes penis bobbed about, swaying back and forth as he scrambled to cover himself. Flour was starting to gather on every surface, including his penis. It dusted it like a fresh layer of snow, mixing with the wet after effects of sex. “Babe, it’s not what it looks like…” Mike stammered as he pulled up his pants. “Not what it looks like?! Not what it looks like! Oh, so you’re not fucking with my best friend over the sugar for the store?” I shouted at the top of my voice. “ No wonder you haven’t wanted to touch me, you fat pig! And you, Tiffany, what the fuck?! You were supposed to be my best friend who I counted on, and here you are shagging my husband!” Tiffany scoffed, “ Best friend? yeah right. The only reason I have ever been around is for Mike. He would’ve been with me sooner, but he needed to get you out of his system first. Fuck, I even snuck you an aphrodisiac those thr

It was a couple hours before the gang entered the city limits. We had to skip from the back roads to onto a major highway to get there. We could see the red barn of the local fireworks store; marking our exit. Chip gave up the lead for me; making sure the higherarchy was prominent for all who saw us. A few miles into the small town; our favorite bar sat on the main street. Our gang of thirty-plus men pulled into the parking lot, trying to get all the bikes to fit without causing a crash. I directed my men around me signaling them all to wait a bit. “I want you all to know that the same rules as last time apply for the area. All those who oppose and cause trouble get the same punishment as before.” Audible groans were heard all around. Our punishment system wasn’t harsh; just very demeaning for a wolf. Two weeks of wolf form and the doggy protective wear for bikers. Plus letting any human who asked to pet us do so. It was so humiliating that it worked for most of us in the gang f

His smell was very inviting as well, it was a rich tobacco scent with hints of rosemary and spice. It reminded me of a nice home cooked meal; one that I could savor for days. Mate, my animal instincts were telling me; but I scoffed to myself not trusting my wolf. I was done with mates after the sorry excuse of a husband Mike was. Plus, mates would know right away if they were meant to be together, albeit my bond to Mike had not been severed all the way yet. I had felt nothing but the ache of the bond break this week. Nothing was going to tempt me to go through that again, not even a sexy as hell biker with a cute name. After an hour and a half of running, I made my way back to the tree. I needed to head home and lock up a few things. I wouldn’t put it past Mike to try and claim some of my family valuables as his own. The drive was uneventful back to the house. Going through things and organizing my clothing from Mike’s did not take long. After I was finished, I decided to make s

“This isn’t mine.” I stammered. “Someone forged it.” “Stop lying, Mells, you were there with me.” Mike finally had the gall to speak up. “The hell I was!” “Please remain calm, both of you.” The lawyer spoke to both of us. “If you would like to contest this, please wait until Monday for the court and have evidence by the following Monday for finalization.” I tried to rein in my shift; my wolf was struggling to come out and kill Mike as soon as possible. After a minute or two of calming breaths, the shifting slowly stopped and settled back to my normal alabaster skin. If Mike forged my signature, there was bound to be evidence somewhere. “Please; continue,” I finally sighed and the lawyer continued on to the cars and furniture. Four grueling hours later, the lawyer and his secretary finally left my house; cupcakes safely tucked into their arms as they departed. Mike lingered in the first step. “I should get going.” He finally said. “Yah; you should Mike.” I glared at him.

“Fuck, hell no!” The one who was in the accident shouted. “My bike!” The Viking looking biker was hunched on the road, lamenting over his wheels. Goddess, he should be more concerned about the state he is in I thought as I took in the scene. The wolf’s leg was bent in three places and the left side of his arm was almost scraped to the bone. “We got this, go on we are fine!” Two were shouting at the mowing crew oblivious to me; they blocking the mowing teams’ path from going to the other biker, obviously trying to hide his fast healing rate. One of the men shooing them on looked to be almost forty and had brown hair and brown eyes. I made my way to the Viking, intent on helping hide all of the blood from the humans. “Goddess, my baby…” the man lovingly picked up a broken mirror and looked at it in his hands. “Can I get you anything to help?” I asked again, standing six feet away. The wolf finally looked at me with his baby blue eyes, a slight mist to them. “Oh, thank Goddess