Best Biker Romance Books Novels & Stories

Prologue Athena I can’t breathe. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, solid and scorching, and my lungs forget how to work the moment Tristan Blackwood moves inside me. Slow. Deliberate. Like he’s marking territory he’s always known belonged to him. My biker Alpha. My mistake. My ruin.

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His hands passed through every part of my back— Except my ass. My heart was aching at the thought of this. If he could give me a chance, I would show him that I'm not only a biker or a rider, but also a ‘rider,’ all thanks to Lucious’ training over the years. I looked at him, bringing out my nasty eyes, hoping it would turn him on, but he was already sleeping, breaking a snore when my eyes met his face. Disappointed? Maybe, but it also saved me from being burnt from a bond that was so close to me.

The few times they had spoken with each other since hadn't been enough. "Anybody ever tell you it's not good to sneak up on a biker?" That same voice gave a low laugh that went straight to his groin. Never in his life had anyone affected him this way. "'Sneak up on a biker' is a relative term. You didn't even have your back all the way to the door. I'm sure you knew I was here."

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual." "And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly. Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?" Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it." Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."

I snort laughing. “Thank you, I think.” “You’re inviting us now,” another woman says immediately. “I actually was going to,” I admit. “If you guys want to come.” Natalie gasps dramatically. “I’ve never been to a biker wedding.” “It’s not really a biker wedding,” I correct. “Are there tattoos?” she asks “Yes.” “Hot men with beards?” “…probably.” “Then it’s a biker wedding.” she insists The group laughs.

And having grown up together their whole life, they work well together running the MC and making the other generations proud. ~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~ Be sure to check out my next Biker Romance posting any minute!! Follow me to find it easier, and get notification when it posts!!! Thank you for taking this journey with me, and showing my story your time! "Claimed by the Bikers" "A Menage". It's about the Vet MC. Jaycee and Kenzie’s biker family and Angel's adopted family. It all starts with 3 best friends, Raine, Kim, and Sam. A brunette, a red head, and a blonde.

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.

He was also a man who could make a motorcycle dance through curves that would scare most people, who owned an underground racing empire, who played with death for the thrill of beating it. He was more complicated, more dangerous, more fascinating than I'd ever imagined. And I might be falling for him all over again, which scares me. I was trying to cross a dangerous line, was playing with fire that'll eventually burn me. But I didn't care because I wanted to burn in the passion of Tristan, I wanted him to set my body on fire with not just his touches but with his kisses. Fuck! What was I thinking right now? I could feel my nipples that's pressed against Tristan back, harden by just the thoug