Badass Biker Novels & Stories

And the first encounter was unforgettable. There's a bike parked in front of the mansion and I got on it. I was playing on the bike, suddenly someone pushed me off of the bike. I cried out and when I looked back, I first met Artemis. He's a twenty-four years old guy with a nastiest mind, deadly handsome face and figure and hot temper. From the beginning, he couldn't tolerate me at all. He wasn't happy that his father married my mother. But he wasn't like that toward my sister.

“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.”

My movement is clean and fast, so satisfyingly well-executed I nearly give myself a pat on the back. I might hate getting on a bike, but I know exactly how to get off one. Funny how fear works like that. “You named your death machine?” I ask coolly. His eyes narrow, clearly clocking what I just did. He clicks his tongue but lets it go. “Harley,” he corrects. “And she’s not a death machine. She’s beautiful. I built her myself. From scratch.” That actually gives me pause. “You did?” The surprise slips out before I can stop it.

I chuckled. “Of course. The only biker who can race more than I do is the Masked VA.” As she spoke, she had a look of admiration on her face. “You know the Masked VA?” I asked her curiously. She gave me a weird look. “Every biker does. He is the king of biking, I dare say. I hope to meet him someday.” She smiled with a fawning voice. “Good for you.” I shrugged. “You don’t seem impressed.” She observed.

I climbed on behind him awkwardly, not sure where to put my hands. "Hold on to me." I hesitated. "Lisa. Hold on or fall off. Your choice." I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressed against his back. He was solid muscle and heat. The bike roared to life beneath us, vibrating through my entire body. Then we were moving. Fast. I gasped and tightened my grip. Jackson handled the bike like it was part of him, weaving through traffic with terrifying skill. Wind whipped past us. My heart raced. I was terrified and exhilarated and completely out of control.

“That was a long time before I ever met Tessa. Don't you dare bring that old shit up in front of me again.” Siren shrugged her leather shoulders carelessly, but her green eyes gleamed with a dangerous wave of pure challenge. “I am just reminding your memory of exactly what you used to like in a woman, Prez. You used to want a real woman who could ride hard on the road, fight hard in the dirt, and fuck even harder at night. No training wheels required for a woman like me.” She turned her face toward me, giving me one last mocking, false smile. “No offense meant to you, sweetheart, of course.” Before Stone could open his mouth to respond to her insult or pull his weapon, she turned around on h

"You think a few free drinks and some empty promises are going to get me to spill my guts to you?” The biker chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, I think it's going to be worth it," he said, his voice low and confident. "So, what do you say, sweet girl? Are you in? Don't miss this opportunity. Every girl in here wants me, and they want me to be deep in their pussy.” I stood up and chuckled. “Well, it seems the girls around this town have such bad taste in men.” "Nice attempt, biker boy,” I said amusedly. “See you some other time, dear.”

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.

One of the bikers who sighted me first asked with a cocky grin. Before I could give the dickhead a response, someone spoke for me. "Picnic, back off. She's the one Chanel spoke about." It was the same biker who had shown me directions yesterday. The rest of them had their attention on me now. "Hey, you." I said when he moved to my direction. "Hello, it's nice seeing you again." He smiled at me. "Can we get on with the measurement stuff? You guys can fuck later." One of the bikers with the patch 'Tail Gunner' grumbled with an underlying impatient tone. Some of the bikers broke out laughing.

" __ Then two biker dudes approached them. They kept making remarks about how attractive they were and asking whether they would want to ride on the back of their bikes. Sunny politely said no. But Beth replied to the one guy, as she seemed attractive to him, saying, "I'll take a quick ride!" The guy was tall. He had dark, long brown hair and a beard. Sunny whispered in Beth's ear, "Don’t leave me at this bar for too long." Beth laughed and said, "It was your idea to come here!" Don't worry, it will be a quick ride. " __ Sunny followed Beth and the tall biker man outside. Beth jumped on the back of the motorcycle and put a helmet on. She waved at Sunny and shouted, "See you soon, sexy bitch!