Finding Love With A Biker At Christmas Novels & Stories

Partners in crime, if you’re feeling poetic. And for some deeply annoying, inexplicable reason, he flashes through my mind. ‘I’m looking for my kitten. She ran away this morning.’ ‘I guess I’m the wrong brother. If your type is bland, predictable—you’d love Christian. But you? You’re not made for plain things.’ ‘I’ll save my kisses for our wedding day, Dot. You don’t get to kiss me before marriage. Think of my virtue.’ I stop short, my brow knitting. What?

In total, they were the word Perfect itself. Amanda could recognize the one in the middle as one of the famous bikers in college from their motorcycle club– Wild Hogs Motorcycle club. He often drives around town with his team and she couldn’t deny the fact that she feels an unexplainable pull whenever she’s around him. She knew in her heart that she was crushing on him, even though she would constantly say otherwise.

He looks fucking edible. “Ok everyone. The time has come. Rebel, come here, baby.” He shouts, and the music is lowered and everyone is on their feet. Rebel comes running, giggling, her face covered in frosting. I look at the twins and they smirk I roll my eyes at them. Thanks girls. In true biker style, Ryder’s bike is rolled out and is positioned, so we are standing in front of it. Ryder kisses me as our parents surround me. He walks over to the bike and sits on it. Rebel follows him and he places her in front of him.

"I'm not some damsel in distress waiting to be swept off her feet. And even if I was, I'm not sure you'd be my type." The biker laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I like a challenge," he said, leaning in closer. "And I'm willing to bet I can get you to open up and share your story with me. Lie on my bare chest and swallow my unborn babies.” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Is that so?" I said, my voice skeptical. "And what's in it for me?"

Traci promised. "I never knew places like this existed." Lainey replied. "My husband’s club specializes in search and rescue. The help those in abusive situations whether it be from family or strangers. From domestic to drug and sex traffickers. They are all ex-military. And yes they formed a biker club, but not a gang. They only do good." Traci smiled. Traci showed her the kitchen, living rooms, dining rooms, play rooms, bedrooms, and introduced her to women she met along the way. The home was massive, and all bedrooms were on the second and third floors. Every room was warm and comfortable.

JOSHUA POV As soon as Joel blew the whistle, all the bikers start to fly their bike. 3rd rider was the one who was ahead of all of us. I was at last. I don’t show my potential just right at the beginning. It’s fun to let people believe that they are winning and enjoy their reaction at finishing line. While I was moving ahead, I saw the biker next to me looking like at me and passing a snarky smile. It was a smile that I couldn’t get at first but next he did was push me, trying to get me out of the race. Suddenly I was the picture of Babi and my brother together in my mind. All the anger and feeling of betrayal came rushing through my veins. I don’t know since when I started to lover this m

The light is so bright and the night air is so clear, that I can make out every last detail of the hunting party right down to the color of their eyes. I may not be in wolf form, but my wolf senses are as alert as ever. This is a fight I can win. Even six against one. But poor Jim doesn't know that. He looks terrified. I see the first two bikers. They are both big, burly men. I smell their anger and the scent of their aggression. The third biker is taller, with a wide belly, dark eyes, and dark hair. "Take the girl," a voice calls. The fourth biker says nothing.

Kai's voice rumbles low against her ear, darkly amused and dangerously enticing. "Yes." She shivers as his tongue traces the edge of her ear. "I didn't listen because I crave that danger." Kai chuckles, a deep, sinful sound. "Oh, you're my naughty little Christmas gift." Movement catches their attention. Jackson approaches now, no longer fighting or confused about what he wants.

Jane and I opened the bar like we always did, going through the motions, trying to keep busy but neither of us could focus. Every now and then, I caught her glancing at the door, her expression tightening just slightly before she forced herself back to work. After a while, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her from behind, resting my chin lightly on her shoulder. “You haven’t sworn off biker guys completely, have you?” I teased gently. She hesitated before shaking her head, her voice quieter when she spoke. “No… I haven’t.” I waited. “I don’t even know when it happened,” she admitted, glancing at me. “But I actually like Dante.”

Winter’s POV My fingers clicked hurriedly through the keyboard. Today was my last day in the office before I go for my finally awaited one-month holiday break. I paused to zoom in on the picture displayed on my laptop, a picture of Nolan Smith, my boyfriend. “Your boyfriend?” A voice breathed near my ear, startling me. My fingers flew to the touchpad, fumbling to close the tab. “It's so nice to be young and in love,” My chief editor, Mrs Quinn, leaned against my desk.