Biker Boyfriend Novels & Stories

They knew that meant if they gave her trouble, they'd be out of the club for good. It was Friday evening and Jocelyn, Lainey, Corina, Tricia, LaShelle, and Miranda were sitting at a table talking and continuing to get to know each other. "We know the basics, you were dating a guy and broke up with him, then he killed himself. And now his family is after you. There's got to be more to this. Like how did your family not know who he was kin to?" LaShelle asked. "Yeah, Biker families always vet any guys or girls any of the clubs date, especially their kids." Tricia replied.

“Thin walls, you know.” “Sorry. Did I wake you and your guest?” My head throbs. “Next time, just wake me. I’d appreciate it.” “Of course, you could never bother us,” he says quickly. “And he’s my boyfriend, Rhea, not just a guest.” I roll my eyes. “You started dating like two days ago.” “But I’m serious about him!” He shouts, then flushes, and I can’t help but grin. “Thin walls, remember? Wanna announce it to the whole neighborhood—or just your boyfriend next door?”

That he had sent her money to help with my care all my life, or that each birthday he'd sent a gift. I was pissed and still am at her when I first heard. She'd chosen then to tell me all about him when it was too late. She'd left because she believed he'd cheated on her. They weren't married, these biker types don't seem to have much faith in that institution, but they were in love.

"I need to know what scares her. What things start her panic attacks. And I need you to tell me if things get worse at home." "You really think you can help her?" The way he asked was so sad. He wasn't the scary biker anymore. He was just a dad who had no other ideas. "I think we can help her," Amelia said carefully. "Together." Something changed in his face. "There ain't no 'we' here, teacher." "Amelia," she said. She said her name without thinking. "And yes, there is. Like it or not, we're in this together now."

Growing up as a biker then joining the navy didn't allow me the time to have one. My dad made me Prospect for a full year before I got patched in. By then I was too busy going to fucking war than to have time for dating. So it isn't a surprise when I say that I never dated a non-biker girl before Beggar. Texas taps his hat as I pass him to go into the Clubhouse. I don't need to look at the brother to know he’s keeping his eye on Killer and Beggar. A few minutes later I'm in the kitchen preparing food for Aron.

Just then, a motorcycle pulled up in front of me. I paused, staring at the rider. “Wanna take a ride with me, miss?” Jace asked. I let out a little smile, tilting my head a little. “I have a boyfriend,” I told him. “I bet he’s never taken you on a ride,” he answered. I kept a straight face. “If you want to woo me, it’s gonna take longer than that.” He chuckled lightly. “No problem. Get on,” he said, stretching the black helmet to me.

Oh, wait… I didn’t know what she meant until it happened. The low, hungry roar of an engine broke the quiet. The sound was familiar, too familiar. My lungs locked up. No. It couldn’t be. The chapel doors swung open. A rider strode in, helmet still on, leather jacket catching the dim light. He walked with the same mix of arrogance and ease I remembered, like the world belonged to him and he dared anyone to disagree. He pulled the helmet off. Dark hair fell into storm-gray eyes that locked onto mine instantly, like they’d been searching for me the whole time.

Apart from Chloe, he was the only other person she could call her friend. Elias had just inserted her key into the keyhole to unlock her door, when a voice said, "Your Boyfriend?" And her heart almost stopped. Slowly, she turned around and it was then she noticed a familiar looking bike parked just across the street, with the owner walking up to her in a black hoodie. Kaelen.

I purposely left out the most violent, bloody details about Tank's punishment in the basement, but I absolutely did not sugarcoat just how intense and terrifying my life had become. Lena sat perfectly still, staring at me for a very long moment without blinking a single time. “So you are… you are actually with him? Like, you are actually dating the scary Biker President for real?” I nodded my head slowly, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of my lips as a wave of warmth hit my chest. “I love him, Lena. I really do. He is incredibly dangerous, and he is possessive, and he is absolutely everything I always thought I didn't want in a partner… but he makes me feel completely safe. Wan

The one who would burn everything down just to keep him close. Is it because the guy uses a bike? Because he dropped him off looking all cool and carefree? Because he can smile at Narat and touch his hair without the whole world trying to tear them apart? I can get a thousand bikes if that’s what it takes. I can buy the whole damn company that makes them. I can learn to ride one myself if it means he’ll look at me the way he looked at that bastard this morning. But none of that changes the truth, stabbing me over and over….. he just called someone else his boyfriend. In my company. In front of my people.