Aces And Eights Motorcycle Ride Novels & Stories

"Baby, you're assuming we'll let you get ahead." "Let me?" I turn the key. The engine roars to life—thunder trapped in chrome and muscle. The bike vibrates beneath me, eager and alive, and I feel it everywhere. "You don't let me do anything, River. You follow. Or you get left behind." Cade laughs, the sound rich with challenge. "Big talk for someone who hasn't seen what we're riding." That's when I notice them—two more bikes in the shadows of the garage. A matte black Dyna Wide Glide with aggressive forward controls that screams dominance. And a sleek Street Glide with custom paint that matches River's wolf in shifted form, all silver and smoke.

Ayesha said and climbed onto the motorcycle "Climb on" Maddie followed, with Ethan taking the rear. She watched in fascination as Ayesha started the motorbike with little more than an intense stare at its speedometer. It rumbled to life. Maddie could feel an uncomfortable tremble beneath her. It was as though the motorbike was a living, breathing thing. Before she could hold on tight to Ayesha, it took off at full speed, knocking the breath out of her for the second time that night. **** The sky began to rumble with the promise of rain as the window of Olive's room was beginning to cloud over with fog again. Olive stared through it, watching the motorbike as it rode into the night. She then

I can’t wait to paint that pretty ass of hers red for this disrespect. He secured the scarf and swung his leg over his bike; the bright red Honda Fireblade gleamed as the early morning sun touched it, while Justin gave him a wide grin. ‘It was a mighty fine little ass to, pert and firm, perfect for spanking.’ With his mind full of the image of her naked body, he swung his leg over his more conservative jet black Kawasaki Ninja. Both bikes purred rather than roared into action, belying their powerful engines as the two men manoevred them gingerly onto the highway heading for their MC.

Yet, she seemed to have forgotten all about it. She didn't just forget about it. She even let another man ride my prized and most beloved horse without telling me. Could it be that even she didn't belong to me anymore as well? I clenched my fists tightly and suppressed the violent urge in my chest. Cecil strode over and moved in front of Hazel to apologize to me. "Mr. Blanchard, one of the company's potential clients is a huge fan of horseback riding, and Hazel only brought me here to train my riding skills. You won't get mad at me for that, will you?"

The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.

“Ride. Now. You promised.” Hazel looked at the guys still catching their breath. Then at Jax. “Yeah. Okay.” They took the back roads. Two bikes, side by side at first, then single file when the path narrowed. Wind whipped her hair under the helmet. The vibration of the engine rumbled up her thighs, through her spine. For ten minutes it felt almost normal. Jax glanced back at her every few minutes, checking. Then a loud backfire cracked from a truck passing the other way.

The Ducati roared beneath them, a mechanical beast tearing through the rain-slicked streets of Queens. Elion gripped the handlebars, his knuckles white. He had never ridden a motorcycle before today. He was operating on adrenaline, muscle memory he didn't know he had, and sheer terror. "Lean!" Elion shouted over the wind. "I am leaning," Cale’s voice rasped in his ear. Cale was pressed against Elion’s back, his arms wrapped tight around Elion’s waist. His broken leg—the cast shattered, the bone likely shifted—dangled uselessly, scraping against the side of the bike with every bump.

All the while fighting this unrelenting need for them. I feel like I rode my bike into the twilight zone... and right off the goddamn planet. With hours of free time to think, I study each of the men while we ride. Kian has taken the lead, while Malix cruises beside me, and Frost brings up the rear. It should be surprising that they’re all motorcycle enthusiasts like me, but in the grand scheme of things, if they are my mates, then I guess it makes sense.

Here comes the waterworks again. Hunter speaks up, his words calm but sarcastic, “Hazel, we would love for you to join us. It will be the perfect opportunity for you to ride on the motorcycle going at least 100 mph. You may get helmet hair, or you can go without a helmet which if we crash on the wet roads could be dangerous. It rained pretty bad earlier, and the roads are muddy as well. We don’t mind getting dirty so just be prepared for some splashing along the way up the mountains. Oh, remember to keep your mouth closed on the ride, there’s a lot of bugs out tonight. Isn’t that outfit new? It’s lovely.”

but it was like shouting against a hurricane. The Iron Fang’s fear only fueled it. Her wolf turned on them, lips curling back to reveal her fangs. And then… Engines. A thunder of them, rolling like a storm from the trees. Headlights cut through the smoke as bikes surged in, their riders a wall of black and chrome. The Moonlight Riders. And at their lead was Axel. He tore into the yard like a warlord descending from the night itself, his massive bike eating up the ground, his leather cut catching firelight. He killed the engine, swung off in a single fluid motion, and strode straight into the circle of destruction.