Bikers Romance Books Novels & Stories

As they walked and reached an empty road where the two were alone, Iris pulled her hand and tried to jerk his hands that were too tightly held to set loose. "Ben this cannot happen." she shouted. "What?" He asked confused. Right then two bikers in a bike rode in the area and started eve teasing "Hey girl need a shoulder" and they sped their bike making a grunting noise. They rode few meters and sped back to us circling us around The rider was wearing a helmet but the one sitting behind was throwing dirty words at Iris "your guy screwed up. Come to me. I am great pleaser in the bed." Ignoring them they walked ahead but the biker gave a grunting race to his bike and followed them "Wanna have t

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

he said. I didn't bother responding; I just slammed the door and went straight to the garage. As I started my bike and drove off, while still on the road, I turned on my phone and immediately called one of my partners in the biker race. "I am on my way. Get everything ready. I want to start as soon as I can. I am so enraged at this moment, and I know I'm going to win. Find people to bet on me," I said and ended the call while speeding along the road, not caring about any of the traffic rules because, at this point, nothing frustrated me more than the fact that I had to stay away from Blair.

"No, thank you." Max ran his hand over my forehead, my cheek, until it stopped at the corner of my lips. "So listen to me. Besides, you're such a coward. I've taken you on my bike many times, but you're still afraid." Hello? Many times? Only twice. The first time was when he took me to that weird clinic, and the second was during the Easter ride. So it's normal if I'm still afraid because I'm not a biker like him!

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual." "And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly. Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?" Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it." Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."

Every curve pressed into him, every tremor in my chest against his back. The bike roared to life, vibrating beneath us, and when he accelerated, my body snapped tighter against his. His scent—smoke, leather, something darker—wrapped around me, intoxicating. My thighs pressed into his hips, and I hated how badly I didn’t want to let go. We tore from the courthouse in a storm of engines and gunpowder smoke. Behind us, sirens wailed, the city waking too late to stop us. Iron Fang riders flanked us, a deadly pack shielding their leader.

“I’m scared, but… I need you right now. Before we walk into this.” I groaned and stood up, carrying her to the bed. “Then take what you need, baby.” She pushed me down and straddled me, sinking onto my cock in one slow motion. “Like this? Riding my stepbrother while some psycho waits for us?” “Fuck yes.” I gripped her hips, guiding her faster. “Bounce on it. Show me how strong you are.” She rode me hard, breasts bouncing, moaning my name. “Alexander… you feel so deep. I love your cock. Don’t ever stop wanting me.”

My wolf likes it too, feeling her close through the bond. Then out of nowhere bikes come roaring from the side trails, three of them black with no markings, and they cut in front of me hard. I swerve to miss one and hit the brakes, but another rams my side and I feel pain explode in my ribs, hot and sharp. I go down hard, sliding on the dirt, the bike scraping loud, and something stabs deep when I hit a rock.

She opened her mouth to scream when the sound of motorcycle engines roared down the street. Six bikes appeared from around the corner moving fast. They weren't Vipers. The engines sounded different. More expensive. The bikes pulled up in a half circle around Maya and the three men and suddenly the air felt different. Heavier. The riders killed their engines and the silence that followed was worse than the noise. They climbed off their bikes and Maya saw their vests. Iron Wolves MC. She didn't know if that was better or worse than the Vipers. One of them walked forward and the others followed. He was tall with dark hair and the kind of face that probably got him anything he wanted. His leathe

Vivienne's POV The world around me spun, and in all my life, I wasn't sure I'd ever wanted the ground to open up and swallow me as much as I wanted it now. It didn't help that the air around me was still, and with each passing second, I could feel the gaze of the other bikers burning into my skin. There was no way they couldn't have heard that. Even if I tried to delude myself into thinking that somehow the words had skipped over their heads, I couldn't do that when it came to Ronan.