Best Biker Romance Books Novels & Stories

‘Grand Don Romero Marconi. She told him now and heard the intake of breath from the other Bikers and then gasped as he circled her and scooped her onto the bike in front of him all she could do was cling on to him as the bike sped off. Juliette couldn’t see anything his arm around her waist was so tight she could barely move, it pinned her to his chest as the bikers headed back to their camp. It was difficult to breathe pressed against all that hard muscle and she wriggled trying to push away from him, ‘Stai zitto o ci ucciderai entrambi.’ [Keep still or you will kill us both.]

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The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

I need to be faster and careful because this didn't look like a joke. The rider pulled closer, his presence pressing in on me like he was forcing a hand around my throat. I knew that energy. I needed no one to tell me who owned that darkness. It would be no one but my crazy ex-husband Dante. He cut in hard, too close, his bike slamming into mine. Metal screamed as sparks exploded between us. My bike jerked violently, tires skidding as I fought to keep control. I cussed under my breath. He was smiling under that helmet. I could feel it. He was crazy already anyway, and dealing with me was one of what made him so happy.

The size of the man that she was clinging to and the power of the motor between her thighs was turning her on greatly. Her nipples turned as hard as a rock, and she pressed her breasts up against the biker’s thick back. As the motorcycle sped along, Lacey couldn’t help but discretely grind her crotch down onto the leather seat. Every bump in the road and every passing second turned her on even more. But she knew that it was the biker that was the main reason she was getting so hot. The biker, and the huge vibrating thing between his legs. The bike slowed down and they pulled over by the side of the highway. Despite nearing the next town, the spot the man had pulled into seemed even more deso

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.

Kim replied. Ice didn't like to hear that. "So, he's history?" "Way history! I need a real man. Someone to make me feel alive. And I figured out just what type of man that is! It can only be a biker! They've the ones that really get my motor running! Yep, a real man, a biker!" Kim grinned as she turned to look in the crowd of brothers. "Now to decide which guy to choose. Hey Crash? If I choose a guy from your chapter, will you let me know if they're ok or not?" Kim asked.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

“Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.” I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear. Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?” I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.

But deep down, I already knew the answer. Nothing. Not a single message. I stared at the empty chat for a while, feeling the silence settle heavier in my chest. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was a fool for trusting a piece of shit like him. I knew what bikers were. Everyone said it, playboys, liars, men who lived by no rules but their own. I should’ve known better. I should’ve stayed away. But I didn’t. I gave him everything, my trust, my heart, my body, and now I was the one left bleeding.