Aces And Eights Motorcycle Ride Novels & Stories

Crazy Ride (2) That night on the back of the motorcycle changed everything. There was no careful courtship, no shy texts or polite dinners under string lights. Just a spark that caught and refused to die. Raw, reckless want that kept pulling us back together. A few days later he appeared at my door before the sun was fully up, helmet tucked under one arm, that sharp grin already in place. “Get on,” he said, voice low and certain. I didn’t hesitate. I swung my leg over, wrapped my arms tight around his waist, pressed my thighs against his hips, and we roared out of the village with red dust billowing behind us like smoke.

Jake removed the sheet covering it and carefully pushed it out. This motorcycle fulfilled an old dream of his. As a teenager, he went to a motocross event with his friends and became fascinated by these metal monsters. He saved up his courage and his money for a long time, until finally, at the legal age, he bought this beauty. It was a Ducati cross-country motorcycle. Powerful and not meant to be ridden on the streets for pleasure, Jake would sometimes put on his helmet and head out of town, just to ride on sandy and dangerous tracks. There were plenty of them around the city, as the locals used to organise fun tours for tourists who wanted to ride ATVs.

I started walking hurriedly towards the gate but Aaron called out, “ Wait a sec.” He threw a bunch of keys towards me which I caught reflexively. “ Take my bike. I would have come with you but my father is returning home today. So I need to go back early.” I nodded cheerfully and rushed towards his bike. I had driven bikes earlier but they were usually second hand. I looked at Aaron’s bike with admiration. It was RTR 180 with many unique features. I ran my hand across its seat and then climbed onto it. Unlike the previous ride with Aaron, I drove slowly taking in the surroundings. El Rosa was mesmerizing with tall mountains, green forests, and wildflowers stretching endlessly. Unfortunately

Once I was on, he started the bike, and we were off down the dirt road with the lights of the estate fading away in the darkness of the night. About five minutes into the ride, I realized I should have worn something warmer as the night air brought a chill to my bare flesh and I found myself curling into my cousin for warmth. Thankfully Cash was a bigger man and he was blocking most of the wind in front of us, but the ride was still on the chilly side as we got further from the ocean and began to drive towards the mountains. As we moved into the mountains the road began to wind around the mountain and Cash slowed as he took the sharp curves one after another. This was my first time on the ba

She knew how to clasp the helmet the right way and she could get on the bike with grace. The motorcycle engine roared as Colton drove through town. They passed by several restaurants and they were all packed with couples. Then they passed through Central Park and there were even more couples there. Some were getting on the horse carriage ride, some were holding hands and sitting on the bench, and some were dancing to the string quartet performers.

"Um... Kalyssa... unless you plan on flying, I think you'd better plan on doing something." "Trust me. I have a plan." "I sure hope so." Raising a hand, I yelled, "Circumdate ac defendant!" Suddenly, sparkles surrounded us and the car. "Hold the wheel!" "Oh-kay...." Eve reached over and did as I asked. I turned around and held my hand out to Cruz. "Circumdate ac defendant!" Sparkles glistened around him as an invisible forcefield surrounded him, too. I quickly flipped around and took the wheel as the canyon grew closer. "Hold on! This is going to be close!" I cut the wheel hard to the right, taking down some of Nightshade with me, but the ground was more slippery than I thought, and we skidd

WE RIDE into town on the Harley, mainly because I need to keep Jasmine’s body close to mine. She wraps her arms around my waist and presses her chest against my back, humming softly. At least I think she’s humming. It’s hard to hear over the roar of the motor, but that’s what it feels like. A soft reverberation that goes straight to my dick. I’ve been riding a motorcycle since I was eight years old, but it’s totally different with Jasmine on the bike. She’s a human. Fragile as fuck. One accident and she could be taken from me. I had the fear of that put into me with her crash earlier this week.

She was practically harassing me at this point, and we were in the same class, so I could not avoid her. Reed told her to leave me alone, and it appeared she had listened until she saw Reed and me riding together at the Blitz Ride Fest. The Blitz Fest is an exclusive biking event that attracts the world's wealthiest motorcycle enthusiasts. They compete in their custom-built motorcycles and then watch a show featuring professional stunt performers, etc. There is also music and food trucks, among other things. Those who prefer to ride in pairs do that and that’s what Reed and I did until last year. Last year, I rode on my own on his second bike. But the year before that I rode with him, and El

I said, "but I don't know if I have enough money." "Well, I can't just leave you stranded out here. I can get your car towed on the house. And the ride's no problem. Unless you're scared of riding on a motorcycle." "I'm not scared." A flash of anger rose at the teasing. But then I betrayed myself when the howling off in the distance made me jump. The guy let out a laugh. "My name's Cyrus," he said, holding out his hand. "Let me at least give you a ride into town. We can assess the damage and go from there."

“But Knox can take you. You probably both good to get some air.” My heart did a complicated flip at the mention of Knox’s name. Rylan paused in the doorway. “You two can go tomorrow afternoon. I’ll clear it with the others, make sure the area’s secure first.” “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet. You’re taking the bike.” “The motorcycle?” My voice came out higher than intended. “Yep. It’s harder to track, and easier to maneuver if something goes wrong.” He smirked. “Besides, you’ve been on it before. Time to get over your fear.”