Books About Bikers Novels & Stories

I have an inkling that soon it will get hotter when Brie sits on my motorcycle. Her little bum chafes on the smooth leather saddle of my wild motorcycle. When I think about it, my penis starts to move. Stop it already! Scale back the hormones and behave like a normal guy. Actually, I’m a pretty crazy dude, if you are familiar with me—criminal records, drunken fights, smashing of bottles. I hope that if Brie finds out about all of these, she won’t treat me like shit. For some reason, it seemed to me that she is always standing high above

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.

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”

The compound has been tense all day, and I need to breathe air that isn’t saturated with suspicion. That’s when I see them. At first, just the glow of headlights in the trees. Then the growl of engines. A convoy of human bikers, skulls painted on their jackets, roaring down the dirt road with cages chained to their trailers. And in those cages are wolves. Not wild ones or feral. I know the look in their eyes, the terror, the muffled howls. These are pack wolves. My stomach twists. Trafficked. Just like the rumors. Just like the whispers about Kael’s empire.

I'm not too up on the latest biker bullshit though I'd heard stories before I came here and had done some research on my own to get some idea of what I was walking into. There's some shit that these people do that I can never wrap my head around, but one thing I know, if a seller has a buyer lined up, then there were talks of a deal.

“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.”

"Breaking news tonight at 6. Investigative reporter Meredith Rager exposes outlaw biker gangs in and around South Central Kentucky." Denise felt sick to her stomach as she sat with the group of bikers, and probably over half the town, ready to tune in for what was promising to be a big announcement. Tyler had let her know that he'd gone earlier to warn Meredith, to let the woman know that whatever she thought she knew was probably not the truth. Denise's heart sank when he told her that Meredith had blown him off. They hadn't been great friends, but Meredith had been a neighbor, and she genuinely liked the younger woman. This had bad written all over it.

We don’t disrespect our women by flaunting half-naked women in front of them. The members who don’t have girlfriends or ole ladies can do what they want, but they know not to bring whoever they are fucking to the clubhouse. Not unless it is to claim them. The saying goes, happy wife, happy life. Me like the rest of the taken men, like our dicks attached to our bodies. I know most people fear us biker men, but really, they should be scared of the women at our backs. Those women are vicious little fuckers, but we love them all the same.

In their minds, a real man would never ride behind his woman. Personally, I found it much more telling that Merrick was secure enough in his masculinity to be chill with riding behind me. Hell, he had even admitted he didn't think he'd be focused enough to ride safely after being up much of the night. And that, I respected. Misogynist bikers could have my middle finger.

Four bikers lost control of their bikes and crashed violently on the road while the remaining ten swerved out of the way and broke the circle. I picked another curved blade and before I could hurl it, I felt my orgasm reared its head. I gritted my teeth as Xena squeezed my balls lightly as a warning. “Fuck,” I muttered and managed to keep the Humvee on the road. Even with our lives on the line, I found it difficult to concentrate on defending us. Biker zoomed closer to my wind and tried to reach the inside. Another foolish mistake. Xena giving me head was the last thing he was going to see.