Bikers Romance Books Novels & Stories

I guess there’s no way out for me now because they see that I have helped Gabriel and the mysterious rider. “No,” I said through clenched teeth. “Not today.” I leaned my bike to the right sharply, hitting the closest rider with my shoulder. He spun out, crashing into the second guy. The third panicked, swerved, and toppled off his bike. Three riders down. I pushed forward, my breath heating up my helmet. The mysterious rider didn’t even look back. She just kept riding like she didn’t know three people almost killed her. Or maybe she knew, and she still didn’t care. Who races like that without fear? I looked at Gabriel. He was trying to catch up to her too, but riders kept blocking him. He el

The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near. Scarface gulped audibly but still tried to appear brave. “You think you can intimidate me?” he asked with a shaky voice. I bared my teeth. “I don’t think. I know.” The air around us grew hard, and then before I could utter another word, one of the bikers launched himself at me. But I was faster, catching his upraised arm and flipping him onto his stomach with a twist before slamming his front half against the truck. The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior.

"You think a few free drinks and some empty promises are going to get me to spill my guts to you?” The biker chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, I think it's going to be worth it," he said, his voice low and confident. "So, what do you say, sweet girl? Are you in? Don't miss this opportunity. Every girl in here wants me, and they want me to be deep in their pussy.” I stood up and chuckled. “Well, it seems the girls around this town have such bad taste in men.” "Nice attempt, biker boy,” I said amusedly. “See you some other time, dear.”

His grin broadened. “I’d never lost before.” I sneered. “Okay. Get your bike, and let’s begin.” He ordered smugly. His demeanor raised my rebellious attitude. “Not until I see your partner.” “He’s here already.” He merely said, while going over to the Streetfighter. That meant the Superleggera was his partner’s. I felt his presence before I even saw him, and my heartbeat quickened. No, it couldn’t be. ‘Of course it could be, you idiot.’ I chided myself inwardly. He told me he was a biker too.

‘Mervon loved her like a mother, well, maybe an older sister. She thought with a wry grin, the truth of the matter was she saw Mervon as the daughter she would never have because she loved Xavier with all her heart and soul, but he had never looked at her in that way. Loretta had been forced to watch him take woman after woman to his bed, listening as he gave them the pleasure she longed for. Lying in her lonely bed and pleasuring herself dreaming of the day it was his hands, his fingers, his hard cock ramming into her. It had never happened, he saw her only as a friend, someone useful to him because of her ‘female’ skills, especially with his daughter. Her devotion to him never wavered, and

what? Did I just think of Knives as hot and sexy? Because dirty thoughts and bikers should NEVER be breathed in the same sentence in my mind! I hated bikers! They were the reason why my life had turned into a living hell, and the whole point in trying to get away from here was to never set eyes on another biker, EVER!

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"We stole one of theirs last week." He peeled out, gravel spitting behind them as he took to the main road. Denise had been on a motorcycle maybe two times in her life, but it had never been like this. "Hold on tight," he yelled behind him. She gripped her fingers into the leather he wore around his waist and held on for dear life. Behind her, she could hear the bikes gaining on them. Apparently though, Liam was familiar with this section of road. He turned onto a path that she hadn't even seen and proceeded to drive them across a field. Few of the other bikers made the hairpin turn and by the time they did, she and Liam were far ahead. Shots were fired. She screamed as they buzzed her head.

I was reminded of that morning in the exercise room when he had a fit about me being there. A little devil tapped me on the shoulder, and don't ask me where I got the nerve. "Are there going to be a lot of men at the fair? Do you know them? I hear they're mostly bikers, hot ones, not like the ones from around here." Chantal had said as much about the bikers coming to town anyway, which she'd heard from Wolf. As to them not being like the ones around here, I have no idea if that's true; I'd added that to get his goat, and it seems to have worked if the look he gave me was any indication. "You're playing with fire, little fawn." Why does him calling me that make me feel so warm inside?

I snort laughing. “Thank you, I think.” “You’re inviting us now,” another woman says immediately. “I actually was going to,” I admit. “If you guys want to come.” Natalie gasps dramatically. “I’ve never been to a biker wedding.” “It’s not really a biker wedding,” I correct. “Are there tattoos?” she asks “Yes.” “Hot men with beards?” “…probably.” “Then it’s a biker wedding.” she insists The group laughs.