Finding Love With A Biker At Christmas Novels & Stories

I cry, I do it loudly and Beggar grabs my shoulder, “Fuck, alright, Sshhh, sweetheart, Killer will be fine, it’s your wedding day. He’s here now, so go be with him. Don’t fight about shit with that bitch. He’s your man and tomorrow he’s gotta go so make the most of today. TRUST me tears dry up but memories live a bit longer. So make them count” “He’s gone with Natasha,” I say. Her black eyes stare at me, “Yeah, he is also gone with 13 other biker’s sweet heart.” She holds me at it feels good to be held by a woman.

I said. Her cheeks flushed. “When my brother was there? You heard that?” I smiled. “Of course. That was the end for me.” She came in for another kiss, and I made sure to savor every moment with her. I couldn’t wait to get out of this fucking bed, and these fucking clothes, and throw her on the back of my bike and ride for miles. With Cricket by my side, and the Burning Saints behind me, I truly felt like there was nothing I couldn’t do. Cutter would be here soon, and we’d have some decisions to make, but for now I wanted to stay focused on Cricket.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"

She looked at the tag and then looked back at him “Nope this is from Chad, I know I will love it” I walked over to her wrapped my arm around her. As soon as she pulled out the keys I saw the look of shock on her face “Follow me” I tugged on her hand and led her out to the driveway. I smiled at her reaction as soon as she saw the bike “Do you like it?” I whispered in her ear “Did you honestly buy me a motorbike for Christmas?”

“Hmm. Lovely. Very fitting. Dance with me, Xenia.” Dance? We are on the sidewalk in the middle of the night. What is he talking about? But as he holds his hand out ushering me to him, I find my feet seem to move on their own as I grab his extended hand and he pulls me close, my body melting into his. If this is a dream, I’m not complaining. I feel like I’m in some fantasy love novel and I’ve just met my prince. He wraps my arms around his neck and his go to my waist and we actually start a slow dance right there. If only I was wearing a gown and not biker shorts and Nikes.

Hell Raiders MC is one of the most notorious biker gangs, and the charming David is a member— probably one of the leaders. What kind of house did I find myself in? Ever since I met David, he was always gentle and innocent, looking like he could never hurt a fly. I was under the impression that Alex was the only one involved, but I guess I was wrong. Never thought my life would get this complicated. David’s word yanks me from my thoughts. “I heard that slap from down the hall. You want to try telling me again that it’s nothing?” I stand there looking helpless, my chest pounding against my ribs, wishing I could melt into the floor.

Valentina nodded, letting him lead her to a clear space near the fire. They swayed together, her cheek against his chest, his arms secure around her. The rightness of it overwhelmed her—not the desperate clinging of a drowning woman, but the steady certainty of two people who had found their way back to each other through time and pain and growth. “I bought a bike,” she murmured against his shirt. “Nothing fancy. Old Sportster from Sandy’s brother. Needs work.” Duke pulled back slightly to see her face. “Yeah? When were you going to tell me?”

“The only thing I ever wanted was to wake up by your side every day and that's amazing enough for a Christmas gift or any other gift.” I leaned forward to kiss him. “Well, I did get you something for Christmas.” “Really?” “Yeah, ” I said getting up and heading toward the wardrobe to get the small box with a ribbon around it. He was stunned when he opened up to find a key. I smiled genuinely. “It’s the key to your new Harley-Davidson .” His mouth dropped. “You got me a motorbike?” I wasn't able to say anything since he rushed toward me to carry me, spinning me around, and then dropped me on the bed, lowering himself on me.

I quickly started walking away. Suddenly, a bike zoomed past me, way too close, making me jump. The bike stopped right in front of me, blocking my path. I shuddered. I didn't know the guy. What was clear was he wasn't a Black Hell member. His jacket clearly said "Fallen Bike." A skull image made it even more terrifying. The biker came closer to me. He was tall, muscular, with a wild stare. He smiled, sticking out his tongue like I was a tasty snack. "Who are you, Sweetheart?" The guy immediately asked me. "I've never seen you in this small town?"