Booktok And Bikers Novels & Stories

The boys froze, their smirks faltering as the sound drew closer, louder, until headlights cut through the dark. I blinked against the brightness, my heart hammering. A group of bikers rolled into the street, leather and metal glinting under the moon. The roar of engines silenced only when boots hit the ground, a dozen shadows dismounting with lethal grace. The boys around me cursed, panicked, but it was too late. The bikers moved fast, too fast. Snarls filled the air, inhuman and feral, and before my terrified eyes, they tore into the boys with a violence that made me stumble back. Fists cracked against bone. Teeth bared. They weren’t just fighting—they were biting. Wolves in human skin unle

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“The rest are outside. We can head over to Ray’s while we wait for any information you might have.” Torch nods at me, and we file out, locking the doors. Sure enough, a total of ten bikers are on their motorcycles, dressed in nothing but leather. Leather vests, leather pants, leather fingerless gloves. “Hello everyone!” I lift a hand up in a small wave. “Thank you fur coming. We’re heading over to Ray’s, so just follow closely behind the car.” Then, I turn to Torch. “You’re riding with me.” He nods and gets in. And soon, we’re speeding towards Ray’s.

No, this one was intoxicating, something I couldn’t name but couldn’t resist breathing in. Before long, he pulled into a lot filled with bikes. I climbed off, handing him the helmet back. “What are we doing here?” He hung both helmets on the bike and smirked. “Just follow me.” I glanced around. The place looked like a biker’s club, dozens of bikes lined the lot. I trusted him only because he was Max’s twin, so I followed. The moment I stepped inside, I wished I hadn’t. It wasn’t just a biker club…it was a biker sex club.

she reassured me before adding slyly, "Biggie is coming this week. If he can handle their scrutiny, I'm sure you can." We both chuckled at the mental image of surfer-dude Biggie trying to mingle with Mr. Booker. There couldn't be two people who were more different from each other than these two. While Christian Booker had a menacing, room-owning presence, Biggie was the epitome of laid back confidence. I couldn't imagine what the two of them would say to each other. Deciding to make the best of the situation, I told myself it would be fun to watch them.

My leather jacket felt too tight suddenly, constricting around my chest. I wanted to touch his hair badly, wanted to listen to him ramble all day long or watch him smile. He didn't know it, but I liked him a lot, and it was driving me crazy. We might be Alphas from different Packs, but we were all working for one person in the Bikers association, and we might take over from the old hag if we did our job right. But we were slacking lately, and folks from Summer West were the ones taking control.

I knew the lifestyle they had, I loved it also furthermore I have actually dated bikers before and I think I can say, I understood the rules of it. Something about these particular bikers was very different though, It wasn’t just a bunch of dumb kids having fun rather It was something much more than that especially because the sex was mind-blowing and the time I spent with them all outside of the bedroom had great weight and I trusted them with some pretty intimate details of my life also including the good, bad, and ugly then most importantly, I have shared my dreams with them and they had done nothing but support me. I guess part of me felt like I’d earned a little more trust than they wer

And damn it — it’s so cocky, cute, and unexpected — it works. It always works. Kiara and I are convinced there’s a secret ‘Hot Guy Sex Training Club’. A place where they teach men how to seduce the opposite sex. Or the same sex if they’re into that. Possibly named Boys Educational and Analytical Sex Training — BEAST for short. My brothers are clearly VIP members. “Let’s eat,” Enrique calls as they disappear. “I’m starving too!” I yell after them. They laugh. “It’s good to be a man,” someone mutters.

His chiseled jawline was carefully sculpted, and his deep brown spiky hair spread across his face, dancing in the wind and slightly hiding his emerald eyes. Each of them wore similar clothing;. Typical characteristics of bikers. They were in jeans, boots, and a vest that displayed their club color. [WILD HOGS]. They also wore a red neckerchief, the ends clasped with a sliding knot ornament. Gold chains hung on their necks, with earrings attached to their ears. In total, they were the word Perfect itself.

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.