Biker Boyfriend Novels & Stories

At that time when they were racing, he had faintly glanced at the rider right behind him and remembered his eyes. "Yes, it's him," Angela said proudly and Julian smiled. "I'm glad you got a biker boyfriend. It was on your wishlist," He mused as Angela paused before nodding with a light smile. They said their goodbyes and he walked off, Angela and Luca got in the car. "So, you wanted a biker dude?" Luca's voice was edgy and angry. "Yeah?" she said hesitantly, and it almost sounded like a question. "I would've killed that guy," He grumbled in surfacing rage as he roared the car to life.

“As I said earlier, I’ve had enough drinks and I would love to be on my way home.” The biker chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, I think you are," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You see, I've been watching you all evening, and I can tell you're not like the other girls here. You've got a certain... spark in your eye. And I think I'd like to hear more about what makes you this thick. That ass makes my dick hard. C'mon, stop playing hard to get." I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. "Save it, biker boy," I said. "I'm not some damsel in distress waiting to be swept off her feet. And even if I was, I'm not sure you'd be my type."

‎Just me and three bikers behind me and a creepy ex-boyfriend rolling up like a villain from a cheap N*****x series. ‎ ‎I swallowed. “W-What are you doing here?” ‎ ‎He didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he took a few steps closer, eyes flicking to the biker with the patch, then back to me. The muscle in his jaw twitched. ‎ ‎“You shouldn’t be talking to men like them,” he said quietly. ‎ ‎One of the bikers scoffed. “Men like who?” ‎His tone said I’m-one-second-away-from-breaking-something.

"And he's your boyfriend... and I'm not supposed to be alone with my brother's girlfriend." "Why?" His jaw tightens. "Because..." He pauses, breath hitching slightly. "Because I'm having unholy thoughts." My pulse spikes. "Unholy...?" His voice drops another octave, rougher now, like gravel sliding over silk. "Thoughts about the curve of your ass in those biker shorts... about how your pussy would squirm around my cock... about how loud you'd moan when I finally fill you..." His gaze darkens even more. "Unholy thoughts like that. Which is why, sweetheart, you need to leave. Now."

he nudged. We did as told, and he started driving to God knows where. "Babe, this is Talia and Talia. This is my boyfriend Vicker” Curvy introduced us. "Hi there,” the guy greeted "Hello” I whispered "Be at ease. I don’t bite and even though I do sometimes, I only bite my babe” he winked at Curvy who laughed wholeheartedly. "It’s rare for my baby to have a friend and since you are one to her, you must be a good person” he continued

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

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.

Talk, or we may release you, speak not, and we begin with your fingers, said Aston sourly, who I headbutted, the stars swirling in my eye, a stream of blood pouring out of his nose, as he reeled away cursing, and the scarred one held him back, drawing him away, and I was left alone, bruised but not broken. The time added on, the isolation eating away at my boundaries, but I centered on what everyone could relate, the silence of the hugs of the dad, the lasagna dinners of mom, the bad jokes of Conti, those few smiles of Sanna, that passion that had blazed in forbidden glances and flowered into something undying, and had supported me. There was a repeat of the footsteps outside the door, and,

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

"Before I stop being polite." The tall Viper looked like he wanted to argue but one of his friends grabbed his arm. "Come on man. It's not worth it." They backed away slowly then turned and walked off into the growing darkness. Maya watched until they disappeared around a corner. Her hands were shaking and she shoved them in her pockets so no one would see. "You okay?" Blackwood asked again. "I'm fine." Maya looked at her bike. At the neighborhood around her. At the six bikers standing there like they were waiting for something. "I just need to fix my starter."