Novel & Cerita Best Motorcycle Club Romance Books

He followed right after, groaning loud as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep into me until it overflowed and ran down my ass. We stayed connected, breathing together, his weight comforting on top of me. After a long minute he pulled out slowly and rolled beside me, pulling me against his chest. Voices argued outside the door, his men getting louder about finishing the job. “I should hand you over,” he said quietly, fingers tracing my spine. “Club loyalty demands it. But every time I look at you I see something I never thought I’d have again.” I kissed his scarred jaw, my hand resting over his heart. “Then don’t. Choose me. We can figure out the rest together instead of letting my dad’

Luca arrived at the club owned and operated by Reid. Luciano had called him here to report, but the atmosphere inside the private room was unusually quiet. Luciano and Reid were already deep in conversation, drinks in hand. But what was strange tonight was that no naked women were dancing for them or pleasuring them in every way, as was usually the case in the late-night meetings in the club. Luca walked straight to their table. Without a single word of greeting, he grabbed the bottle, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and drowned it in one go.

Even just a little place, just for a little while. Yeah. Fucking ruined. Totally toast. Just like that, and so damn quick. At about five in the morning, he’d nodded at Cole and the waitresses, then headed out back to the private parking lot reserved for the club motorcycles. Ignoring the grunts, moans, and cries coming from the club delivery van – though he did idly think that it was Vixen in there with one of his brothers, and no big fucking shock, since the woman was working her way through the MC like clockwork, and probably for the third time – he’d strapped on his helmet and peeled on out of there. He’d arrived at his cabin up in the Rockies just as dawn was breaking. He’d made a coffe

You see lights ahead, low buildings, neon signs, rows of gleaming motorcycles. A large sign over the entrance: IRON WOLVES MC They pull into the lot and kill the engines. Viktor helps you off the bike, hia big hands steady on your waist. You look around. Men and women in leather. Laughter. Music thumping from inside. A biker club. Viktor glances down at you. “You good?” You nod, still clutching his jacket around you like armor. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you dry.”

The pull in your chest like an invisible rope tying you to another person, the overwhelming need to be close to them, to touch them, to never let them go, the certainty deep in your bones that this person was meant for you and you were meant for them. THE MATE BOND! I felt the bond, I felt it too..but this ? This didn't make any sense, rhis couldn't be right. "You're beautiful, Ara," Kael said again, still running his fingers through my hair, he was smiling at me with Nathan's face and it was the softest, most genuine smile I'd ever seen on those features. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. My eyes were burning and I knew they had to be turning

“I can handle Chris. It’ll be a right laugh. We’ve spent our whole lives watching mafia men on TV shows, Power, Prison Break… He’ll be blown away at the fact I managed to fall in love with one.” Adrian let out a low chuckle, as he brought his mouth back down on mine. “Here’s to forever, baby,” he growled, running his fingers down the arch of my back as I trembled against his touch. “Forever… and always,” I moaned. THE END

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I drifted right back into what felt familiar — the vices that had slept and woken beside me for two years. Violence. Rivalry. Control. I joined a motorcycle club. On the surface, it looked just like any other — about twenty adrenaline junkies obsessed with bike racing and supporting each other through life’s struggles. Actually, it didn’t. The name was Devil’s Machete MC and if that wasn’t suggestive enough, the motto read; “If you see the machete without a sheath, you have one second left to breathe.”

Anthony said to Trent's hearing. I felt like the bed should open up and swallow me. Somehow, my cheek pushed a button on the screen and I heard Trent begin to speak on the loudspeaker. “Uh, it seems like you're busy. I just wanted to call to ask you if you'll be busy tomorrow night. I wanted us to go to this club I heard about and—” The phone was snatched from my hand by Anthony. “Yes, Mr. Flintwood, my woman and I would love to go to the club with you. Text us the name of the club. See you tomorrow, buddy.”

My emotional state must have been written all over my face, because instead of dragging me back to the clubhouse, he sighed and took a step closer. "Come on," he said, softer this time. "Get on." Without another word, I climbed onto the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around his solid frame. We rode in silence, the cool night air whipping past us. He didn't head back towards the clubhouse. Instead, he took a different route, one that led us to a small, nondescript motel on the outskirts of town. We pulled up to the motel, and Death shut off the engine. He helped me off the bike, his grip firm but gentle. I followed him inside, the dim lights and musty smell of the place a stark contrast t