Biker Boyfriend Novels & Stories

iker in the Club appeared to be entranced by the daughter of Xavier Knight as they watched her hungrily, and she was not surprised when one of the younger members, Tommy Bowen, stepped up behind her. With his long, dark blonde hair and pale blue eyes, six-foot-two muscled body, the twenty-two-year-old was considered to be one of the hottest club members. He was always eagerly sought after by the Bunnies and often took two or three of them to his room, and they never complained about sharing him. Now he wrapped his arm around Mervon’s waist as she bent to take a shot on the pool table ostensibly to help her positioning, but it was pretty obvious his thoughts were elsewhere. She gasped and the

Somebody else emerges from behind the wall of bikers. He is tall and muscular, with buzzed dark hair and an icy glare. He stands in the center of the small circle, holding his arms out and looking around as if he is the Alpha. "You're going to have to come with us," the Alpha biker orders. "No," I say. "Yes, princess," the Alpha biker says. "You're coming with us whether you want to or not." "No," I say again. "What if we take your little boyfriend there?" The Alpha biker points to Jim.

he said and pointed in the opposite direction where a sleek black Harley was packed with its helmet. Grace’s shrill voice filled the area in excitement as she sprinted towards the motorcycle, ignoring Dante. “Even better! I never knew you were a biker boy!” she yelled in excitement. Dante shook his head at her. “I’m not a boy.” he corrected and pulled up the seat to offer her a helmet as well. Once he got on the motorcycle, he turned it on and the engine roared to life. The few people leaving the club stopped to admire the sight of the biker boy and his girlfriend about to drive off.

"Damn, Ghost. Could not wait three more days? Had to bring your new toy home early?" Albert moved so fast I barely saw it. He had the younger man pinned against the wall, forearm across his throat. "You want to repeat that?" Albert's voice was death. The biker's face went red. "No... no, man... I was just..." "She is not a toy. She is not entertainment. She is going to be my wife, which means she is family." Albert pressed harder. "Disrespect her again and I will rip out your tongue. Understand?" The biker nodded frantically.

The bike sped off, and the thrill was what I enjoyed most. One of the best feelings of racing with the most famous Biker in the whole city. Vladimir drove, neither of us saying a word, but his smell intoxicated my every sense, and I had to struggle not to sniff his neck. Even his clothes reeked of his scent and my senses couldn't ignore it. The bond pulled me closer to him and I gritted my teeth with anger. It's not something I have a hundred per cent control over, but I am glad he didn't mark me as other werewolves would do as soon as they discover their mate.

“Let’s not talk about who likes me and who doesn’t. I don’t want to talk about my life or who likes me. I don’t want anyone to like me—not even a son of a biker.” Her smile widened. “He is a biker. The twins are bikers. And their father is a retired biker. So…” “So that’s exactly the problem.” My voice dropped, tightening in my throat. “I don’t want to get involved with them. With anything or anyone related to bikes.” Her teasing vanished instantly. She read me too well. “Okay, Tessa. You won’t get involved.” “Good,” I said, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I need to go to my room. I’m tired.”

“You and your boyfriend look really good together by the way. I'm sorry if I had interrupted...anything too.” For a second, Luca stared blankly at me. Then he burst into laughter. An actual laugh and boy did he look dreamy. 'No wonder that other guy fell for him.' I thought silently. He bent slightly, shaking his head while waving his hand in amusement. “Boyfriend?” he repeated between chuckles. “That was my twin brother girl.” My face burned instantly. “Oh my God.” “We’re Irish twins technically,” he explained with an amused smile. “Born really close together.”

Some low hisses escape their lips. "This is so fucked up, man," I hear one biker snarl. "She was such a sweet girl…" My breathing turns shallow, and I lean in closer to him. I grab the sleeve of the biker, and he turns sharply, his eyes hard. I doubt he recognizes me. "What?" he snaps before I can say a word. I swallow, my throat feeling like sandpaper. "W-what happened?" There is a pause. A heavy one. The kind that stretches forever.

he groaned as he fell to his knees. “Let me finish your bike.” Walking around, I only had a few things left to do. My breathing was heavy, as I did like the rough stuff. Everything in me wanted to give in to him. It was like it responded to him. However, I had no idea if he was my mate. Until then, he would have to keep his hands to himself. “Oh TATE!!” My best friend and ride or die came walking in looking like a damn model. She was just as tall, but skinny and had blonde hair. She was everyone’s wet dream. “Sexy bike. Who is it?” She asked as she admired it.

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"