Best Motorcycle Club Romance Books Novels & Stories

"I... No, tha-thank you, bo—" "Eat!" A glare was adequate to have him down the glass of juice and three cheese and tomato sandwiches hungrily. "Thank you, Boss." I acknowledged it with a nod. "Now tell me what it is?" "It's the new motorcycle club in Yakima, The Venturi." "A new motorbike club?" My knuckles turned white from clenching them tight.

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Agatha was with Mickey, staying past dismissal to clean PERSEPHONE-11 while Isa took a nap in the corner. At 6:31, no visible sunlight in the sky remained aside from the faded twinkle of the stars and the occasional blink of flight-crafts. The Midnight Club made a rendezvous on the 7-11 a block away from Van Duke. Dean was there first, carrying a knapsack that contained two bottles of pink gin and a stack of disposable cups. Gwyneth came five minutes after, then Mickey, then Isaac, then Agatha, and Isa. “Yes, we’re fucking rulebreakers that’s what we are,” Dean laughed.

“So sweet and wet for me. Such a good girl.” I moaned loudly, thighs trembling around his head. The pleasure was overwhelming — hot, wet, and intense. Every flick of his tongue, every suck on my clit, made me see stars. My moans grew louder, more desperate, turning into breathy cries as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them upward to hit that perfect spot while his mouth focused on my clit. The combination was too much. “Ahh! Ezekiel, I’m— I’m gonna—!”

Our old ladies had set up a rescue centre, and they took it in turns to keep it open around the clock. My delicious little Russian tigress had never been in any real danger, but she was going to learn that I was the President of this MC club and her actions had consequences. I grinned as I adjusted myself and swung my leg over my Harley, my hand already twitching at the thought of connecting it to her perfect little ass. 'Let's ride, boys.' I shouted as the sound of twenty powerful motorcycle engines roaring to life filled the air, and I drove out of the compound onto the road, turning right and heading for the spot where she would roughly come out of the woods.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

Chris felt tense, from the way he kissed me, I knew that he had something going on with him, but I wouldn’t dare to push it. When we arrived back home, Maeto was standing by one of the bikes. Something about his face brought so much worry that I couldn’t comprehend. Once I step down from the bike, Chris grabs me back and hugs me. Can I take you to my club? My eyes immediately widened when he asked me that question. The thought and the thrill of it sent chills down my spine. Chris had one of the biggest clubs in the country, and where he had a meeting with his motorcycle club.

He wasn’t the center of the conversation — he was steering and guiding it toward her. Ashley didn’t have time to overthink it — because suddenly, someone cleared their throat. The room quieted. Heads turned. Nolan stepped forward. The club president of the Copper Reavers — an older man named Cortez with a silver beard and sharp eyes — walked beside him. On his other side was Vera Black, president of the Valkyrie Riders, one of the strongest female-led MCs in the West. A rare union. A powerful one. And both were looking at Ashley.

I recognize the look immediately—the same expression he wore when convincing me to try the climbing wall, when suggesting we raid the kitchen's secret cookie stash, when persuading me to explore the hidden passages beneath the clubhouse. "What did you have in mind?" I ask, already anticipating his answer. He leans closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "Motorcycle ride. Just you and me. The valley's beautiful at twilight." The invitation dangles before me, tempting as forbidden fruit. Rain's rules echo in my memory: no leaving the clubhouse without escort, no unnecessary exposure, no risking Sorin's detection. But Riku counts as an escort, doesn'

As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him. I am touching myself and trying to remember how Vin stared at me last night, and then I reached my peak when his smirk and lip bite flashed on my mind. When I’m finished touching my self. I immediately went out and trying to find Zilo the owner of this club. Why am I seeing hot guys around? Well I guess this party isn't bad at all. I am glad that i come here. "Hey" someone approached me. "Uhmm, Hi" "Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?"