Bikers Romance Books Novels & Stories

Amanda paused, shutting and squeezing her eyes tightly. “To what?” Charlotte asked when she flicked her eyes open. “He wants us to have sex. His words drove me up the wall and I ended up yelling at him. Also, I told him I'll quit if he tries to touch me one more time..” “Great! Do not fall for it! Bikers aren't the kind of guys you should give yourself to. Besides, he has a lot of fuckmates. Does he plan on using you as one?” Charlotte asked with wide eyes.

I climbed on behind him awkwardly, not sure where to put my hands. "Hold on to me." I hesitated. "Lisa. Hold on or fall off. Your choice." I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressed against his back. He was solid muscle and heat. The bike roared to life beneath us, vibrating through my entire body. Then we were moving. Fast. I gasped and tightened my grip. Jackson handled the bike like it was part of him, weaving through traffic with terrifying skill. Wind whipped past us. My heart raced. I was terrified and exhilarated and completely out of control.

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.”

Motorcycles roared through the new opening—a dozen riders, all wearing Iron Wolves patches. Damien led them. His face was a mask of blood and fury. When his eyes found mine across the destroyed clubhouse, relief and rage warred in their depths. "Flora. Get down!" I dropped as bullets erupted. The Savage Kings scattered, returning fire. Damien rode straight through the chaos, his bike sliding sideways as he dismounted in a fluid motion that should have been impossible. He reached me in seconds, his body shielding mine. "You hurt?" His hands ran over me, checking for wounds.

She heard the words his mind had screamed into hers as their bodies continued to war with one another for dominance in the wake of their mutual release. MATE It had said over and over again. MATE MATE That's what she'd been to him, the mysterious biker man who had come into her life on a whim. Brick grunted as he maneuvered her in bed rolling her onto her belly as he pulled back and his massive cock dangled between his thighs hot and sticky from their previous joining before he impaled her from behind, his large rough, and strong hands moving along her smooth bare flesh questing and gripping her with ease as she moaned face first into the nearby pillows taking the pummeling his massive cock

“Leave them behind?” “I don’t want to,” I said. “But I also don’t know if I can be what they need long-term. A biker’s girlfriend? Three bikers’ girlfriend? Living in a compound, always looking over my shoulder, accepting violence as part of daily life? That’s not who I was raised to be.”

she asked, not mockingly, she seemed genuinely curious. “Yes.” My voice cracked a little. I hated that it did. “Enough to do anything.” Rogue stared at me for a few seconds before she spoke again. “Life as a biker isn’t a romance novel Lilith.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Every time I moved, the fabric brushed against them, sending sparks straight to my clit. I couldn’t stop watching Damien who stood near the railing on the upper deck, whiskey glass in hand, looking like a dark god surveying his kingdom. The black shirt was completely unbuttoned now, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs. His icy-blue eyes kept finding me across the crowd. Every single time our gazes locked, my pussy clenched and more juice leaked down my thighs. I was losing my mind.

And the first encounter was unforgettable. There's a bike parked in front of the mansion and I got on it. I was playing on the bike, suddenly someone pushed me off of the bike. I cried out and when I looked back, I first met Artemis. He's a twenty-four years old guy with a nastiest mind, deadly handsome face and figure and hot temper. From the beginning, he couldn't tolerate me at all. He wasn't happy that his father married my mother. But he wasn't like that toward my sister.

She could hear Jax’s roar, the thunder of his pistol firing back, the shouts of men as chaos exploded around them. Time fractured. One second, the world was a roar of violence. The next, it was silence again. When she dared to lift her head, Jax stood at the center of the alley, chest heaving, gun raised. Several bodies lay on the ground. The rest of the bikers had peeled away, engines fading into the distance. He turned to her. “You okay?” She nodded shakily, though she wasn’t sure it was true. He reached down, hauling her up with one arm around her waist. “Come on. We’re moving before more show.”