Biker Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

The boss is going to have his hands full. They both laugh, and the other one replies. 'Adoro quel look da biker girl. Non mi dispiacerebbe metterla sul retro della mia Harley e infilare la mia lunghezza nella sua stretta.' [Love that Biker chick look. Wouldn't mind getting her on the back of my Harley and slipping my length into her tightness.]

“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."

I lose my smile, thinking this. No domme worth her salt loses control of the situation. Out loud I say, “Thank you for your assistance, but I’m not the kind of woman who needs others to interfere in her business. And I’m definitely not the kind of woman who needs rescued.” As I speak, I keep my voice blunt. Harsh, almost. The same tone I used with Greaser Boy. But, to my surprise, my savior doesn’t react badly. He simply bows and takes my hand in his. Held there like I’m his Queen, and he’s my knight, he kisses my hand.

He touched it with a gentleness I hadn't seen him show to anything else. By the time dusk rolled in, I couldn’t stay cooped up anymore. The walls of the room felt like they were pressing in. I slipped out and wandered through the dimly lit hallways of the clubhouse. Most of the bikers ignored me, their attention on card games or greasy food. Some stared, curious but silent, their eyes following me like shadows. I heard whispers, hushed tones that carried through the smoke-filled air. About “the girl Reaper brought in.” About me being “another broken bird.”

And having grown up together their whole life, they work well together running the MC and making the other generations proud. ~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~ Be sure to check out my next Biker Romance posting any minute!! Follow me to find it easier, and get notification when it posts!!! Thank you for taking this journey with me, and showing my story your time! "Claimed by the Bikers" "A Menage". It's about the Vet MC. Jaycee and Kenzie’s biker family and Angel's adopted family. It all starts with 3 best friends, Raine, Kim, and Sam. A brunette, a red head, and a blonde.

Like it was built to keep people out. As we walk, I notice the others. Men scattered along the grounds, some near motorcycles parked in neat rows. The sound of an engine roars in the distance, and I turn to see a group of riders speed past the gates. Black leather jackets, helmets, the glint of chrome. My chest tightens. A biker gang. I don’t need anyone to explain it to me. The signs are all here. The mansion. The heavy security. The bikes. This client is definitely not a regular person.

Kim replied. Ice didn't like to hear that. "So, he's history?" "Way history! I need a real man. Someone to make me feel alive. And I figured out just what type of man that is! It can only be a biker! They've the ones that really get my motor running! Yep, a real man, a biker!" Kim grinned as she turned to look in the crowd of brothers. "Now to decide which guy to choose. Hey Crash? If I choose a guy from your chapter, will you let me know if they're ok or not?" Kim asked.

“Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.” I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear. Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?” I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.