Double-h Phantom Rider Boots Novels & Stories

"She also said you needed these." The black combat boots in his hands were practical, sturdy, and looked like they could do some damage if I ever needed to kick someone while wearing them. They were essentially my dream shoes. I crossed the tent to accept the boots. "Thanks." A quick glance at the tag revealed they were the perfect size for my feet. I wasn't about to question my stroke of good fortune. To my delight, there was also a pair of thick socks tucked into one of the boots. Sitting down in the chair, I began the task of sliding my freezing feet into the socks and then proceeded to lace up the boots.

I grabbed them up, held them behind me as I walked back out into the main living space. "So why am I waiting to crush his balls?" Kiema asked, her hands fisted on her hips. I pulled my surprise from behind my back. "Ta da!" "You brought me gross boots?" She raised one eyebrow at me before turning to consult with Saint. The other man was smiling. "You'll like those boots, honey. They have steel plates covering the toes. Absolutely no harm to you, exponentially more harm to him." Kiema leapt forward. "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

“What did it play?” “Anything about footwear?” Sonja asked, standing to shoot the runner. “There’s a scuff.” Wolf squinted. “Short lug, broad track. Tradie boot. Redbacks, if you want to get brand-loyal.” Bruno rolled a shoulder. “Tradies who buy dongles and bridge RCDs. Terrific.” ASIO OPERATIONS SUITE — 10:02 A.M.

Mia closed her eyes as she took one last glance at her reflection in the mirror. Her glittering black swimsuit shorts sparkled under the bright lights, accentuating her toned physique. The shorts were perfectly paired with white thigh-high boots that added a touch of edginess to her overall look. The boots were made of a shiny material that caught the light, making her legs seem to go on forever.

He watched with a silent, steady grin as Isabella tore into the thick, cream-colored wrapping paper with the zeal of a child. As the lid came off, the room seemed to fill with the rich, heady scent of high-end leather. Isabella lifted the jacket first. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship—midnight black, buttery-soft lambskin with heavy silver hardware that felt substantial in her hands. It was edgy enough for her personality but tailored with the kind of precision that screamed designer. Beneath it lay the boots. Featuring a sleek, polished finish and a silhouette that looked like it could stomp through a boardroom or a dive bar with equal grace. “Oh my God,” Isabella whispered, her finger

"As much as I hate to interrupt the show, boss, we have a tight schedule. I found some high-end, reinforced combat boots in the back section. Black leather, steel shanks, lightweight." ​He stepped directly into my line of sight, effectively blocking a portion of the mirror. He crouched down in front of me, his half-open jacket swinging forward to reveal the sharp lines of his chest and the dark ink tracing his collarbones. He picked up one of the heavy boots, holding it out toward my foot. ​"Let's see if we can get your sizing right, Feisty," Daniel murmured, his voice dropping into a quiet, unexpectedly smooth register as he took off the current boot I was wearing, his fingers brushing the

He held my hips like the highway was still under us. “Mine,” he said. “Not your patch,” I said, and came anyway, loud enough that someone in the lot pretended not to hear. He followed with his mouth on the bite, spilling into me, shaking once. We were still joined when the lot went quiet in the wrong way. Boots. Not Rook’s. Harlan walked into the garage like he paid rent. Silver haired woman at his shoulder. And a third. A woman in a rider cut. Old pack colours. Helmet under her arm. Hair dark. Mouth mean in a clean way.

"That's your work uniform?" Huxley leans against the door jamb staring wide-eyed as I zip up my tall black leather boots. They're my favorite and tonight I need the comfort of the old beloved boots I picked up at a Ross store three years ago. The leather footwear come nearly to my knee and you would think the tall black leather would be difficult to wear, but they're the opposite. These boots are the most comfortable shoes I own. I could walk all day in them. When you're a club promoter and work till three o'clock in the morning, comfort is an important feature.

After a few minutes, she picked out three pairs, one of them I myself was eyeing. A pair of jeans material thigh-high, high-heel boots, with fringes at the top and cut out at the front of the boot, from just below your tibia straight up to your thigh. The other was red suede material reaching just above the ankle. It laces up to the front with gold rings for the lace to pass through and two gold buckles to the side, more heading towards the back. The last pair were black suede boots, just above the knee, with lacing to the back top part of the boot just behind the knee moving upwards.

Anyone Finn spoke of with that kind of awe in his voice was welcome on my team. Spots of dull silver dotted her thighs. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a high knot. The sleeves of her suit thingy came up and laced through her fingers like gloves. Her boots came up to her knees and looked made of the tough denier fabric of military footwear. Since I hadn't heard her approach, I guessed they were also made with a specialized rubber sole.