Novel & Cerita Finding Love With A Biker At Christmas

I also knew what a cut one looked like. I was still sitting in the sand with this understanding when I heard the engine. Fast. Coming from the north, from the direction of Cliff's End. Jax's bike came off the crest of the descent and he braked, hard and smooth, when he saw me on the shoulder. He was off the bike before it stopped completely a fluent, purposeful dismount that covered the distance between us in a few long strides. He crouched beside me.

It was the eve of Christmas, the coldest day so far this winter, and in the past I would have hated it, missing home, the snowless Silicon Valley with perfect temperature all year round. But now, when there was no assurance that I would see the next winter? I smiled at him, “You’re not about to start dressing me now? Are you?” I teased. “Of course.” He squared his shoulders jokingly. “Have you seen my fits?” I crossed my arm with his, “You keep forgetting I’m not a biker. If I let you, the only thing I would have in my closet would be leather.” “I’ll stand for no leather slander, Mrs Fletcher,” he said.

The city lights blur past us as we navigate through traffic. New York at night is beautiful from the back of a motorcycle, all neon and possibility. For a moment, I can almost forget the last three years. Almost pretend I'm just a woman on a bike with a man who once loved her. *Who still loves her,* my wolf adds hopefully. *Stop,* I warn her. *Just stop.* *As a friend* she added. I wanted to respond, but then we hit a pothole, and I instinctively tighten my grip around his waist, and the movement sends a jolt of panic through me.

Not when he had so much at stake. “What are you doing here anyway?” I smiled at him. “I can’t just drop by to see my boyfriend?” That made him smile. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips. “I missed you. I missed you so much! Did you see my finishing? That was because of you. You are still my good-luck charm. You should come to all the games.” Before I could reply, we were interrupted by the arrival of a horde of new bikers. They were led by Bones’ old crew, Drew and his girlfriend, Mandy.

Apart from Chloe, he was the only other person she could call her friend. Elias had just inserted her key into the keyhole to unlock her door, when a voice said, "Your Boyfriend?" And her heart almost stopped. Slowly, she turned around and it was then she noticed a familiar looking bike parked just across the street, with the owner walking up to her in a black hoodie. Kaelen.

He says and I shake my head at his confidence. " You're a cocky little shit." I tell him. " But you love this cocky little shit." Mason says. He has a point. " Unfortunately, yes." I reply. It's crazy that I fell in love with someone like him. A biker, a typical bad boy. He is also full of himself and a low level narcissist. He is everything I loathed in the past. Yet here we are, together. I never would have thought that he would be the one to melt my ice cold heart.

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

Under the lights I get down on one knee as Tara's mouth slowly falls open, hands reaching up to cover it. "Tara, last year on this night you give me the best Christmas gift by agreeing to move here with me. Now I want you to give me another amazing gift and agree to be my wife." Light sparkles in her eyes. "Are you for real?" "I didn't know what I was searching for until I met you. Then almost as if you lit a match it happened so quickly, everything in my life came into alignment and I realized I was waiting for you. I've traveled the countryside looking for you."

she began still finding herself nervous as Brick, the name she came to know the handsome biker by, leaped over the countertop and cornered her against a nearby wall. He was quite an impressive sight standing before her at his full towering height, suddenly and inexplicably shirtless aside from the obvious black leather biker cut and the same hypnotic grey eyes that she couldn't look away from as he leaned down and crushed his lips into hers as the heat between them seemed to take hold of their mutual senses.

Lily-Rose stepped in. They kissed like people who had already lost time. Mouth. Breath. Hands on a shirt that smelled like cheap soap, not that old wood. Clothes came off because both said so. The bed was only a bed. Sienna’s ribs showed more. Lily-Rose’s palms still had faint lines from work. They used what they had. Slow, then hungry, then quiet. No audience. No rules. Lily-Rose said her name. Sienna said hers back. When it broke they stayed close. A truck in the alley. Sweat cooling.