Best Motorcycle Club Romance Books Novels & Stories

The way she says sir has by dick jumping and my dom side waking up. Speed After greeting the guys who followed Merigold outside to see me she took us inside to meet everyone else. I look around the club as I walk through and I got to say this was not what I expected for a motorcycle club hangout. I guess when Merigold told me about this motorcycle club I pictured drugs, grungy dirty bikers, and half-naked women. That is not what I see. First of all the place is spotless. There are two pool tables to my left, behind them are some booths along the wall. The room is large and open. Various pictures on the walls some that look like family portraits of the guys in the club. One looks like it was

I did not remember how I reached the scene. The rain had stopped, but the mountain road was still wet. Villagers stood along the roadside, whispering. Police lights flashed against the trees. At the bottom of the cliff lay Dominic’s motorcycle, twisted beyond recognition. Dominic was gone. So were Marcus and his three friends. The police told me the initial conclusion was a traffic accident. The motorcycle had been overloaded. The road was slippery from rain. On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff.

I asked. “Yep. Just some club stuff,” he said. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about but I do have to go.” “I understand. Ride safely, okay?” His crisp blue eyes connected with mine, and I held my breath because he was studying me, something else that all his brothers shared. His eyes raked down my body, taking me in as he revved his motorcycle to life. My nipples were standing at attention behind my bra as he straddled his motorcycle. I thought about what it would be like to take him right there on his bike and to suck on his cock until he came down my throat as his legs hummed with the engine underneath his body.

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

And more specifically, asking about Cracker and Grace… Over the past week, men on black unmarked motorcycles had been spotted around the club and at my house. Driving up and down the road that led to Cracker’s and Steel’s place. We’d been trying to find out what MC, but they were smart and covered up their logo. Which really wasn’t good news.

He is very smart and intelligent, more than a usual kid his age. -He is homeschooled and a tutor comes home to teach him. He is only talkative around his father. Micheal Williams -He is 26 years old and the best friend of Liam. -He is also Liam’s right hand at work and a private investigator. Luna Smiths -She is 25 years old. She is the girlfriend of Liam -A pretty face with bitchy soul. Leo hates her. Charlotte Miller -A famous model of New York. -She is 28 years old.

A bobbing headlight behind us caught my attention, and as I watched, another appeared, then another, and another, until there were at least a dozen motorcycles behind us. As they quickly caught up to us, two passed us, then two more, and finally two more until we had six in front of us and six behind us. Without even asking, I knew what was happening. Not only were we being escorted by some of the club members, we were being protected by them as well. Their brother was in the emergency room, and come hell or high water, it was going to be insured, we made it to him safely. No matter how rough and crass these bikers' might be, or whatever disagreements might flare between them, they were a fa

It wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t what he expected. “Deal. I’m here with friends to recoup after months of traveling. My alpha likes long road trips and decided to toss a dart, and here we are. Tonight I decided to check out the club. I heard it was on the up and up, and the name, Spectral Riders, had me curious.” Maria was mostly honest.

"But I am absolutely not losing this motorcycle club to a man like Viper. And I am sure as hell never losing you, Tessa." He leaned his head down and kissed meslowly, deeply, and with a raw intensity, pouring all of his heavy stress, fear, and dark obsession straight into my mouth. When he finally pulled his lips away, his dark eyes were completely black with a deep need. "I am still earning your heart, Tessa," he whispered fiercely against my skin. "Even while every single thing around us burns to the ground." As I curled my body tight into his broad chest and listened to the distant, roaring sound of heavy motorcycles revving their engines outside the windowbrothers standing guard in the d

A low growl rumbled in his chest, making the ground vibrate subtly beneath my feet. Suddenly, the compound was alive with movement. The rumble of engines, the glint of chrome. The motorcycle club. They appeared out of the shadows, a tide of leather and steel, encircling Damon and his small envoy. Each biker pulled up, engines idling, forming a tight, menacing ring. And then, the wolves. More of them than I’d ever seen, their eyes glowing in the darkness, their huge forms flanking the bikers, mirroring their aggressive stance. The air crackled with a dangerous energy.