Hard Rock Nick Novels & Stories

I wasn't happy about it either, brother! "It's true." Rocky said. It didn't seem for a second that he lied. He was a mafia man and was an expert in telling lies too. My husband was doing the same thing. "Congratulations, are you going to stay long? " Nico asked, smiling. "Yes, I wanna show her my hometown and my business..." Rocky kept his smile on. "Yes, we heard about it too." The second man with dark eyes said. "Why don't you meet us in your club tonight?" Nico asked.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe our arrangement could be more…personal.” “Now you’re talking sense.” He reached for me, pulling me against his chest. “See? This doesn’t have to be complicated.” I let him hold me, waited until his guard dropped. Then I brought the rock up hard against his head. The impact made a sickening sound. Nick crumpled to the ground without a sound, blood seeping from the gash in his skull. I stood over him, rock still raised, waiting for movement. Nothing. His chest didn’t rise or fall that I could see.

I moan every time Nick buried his huge dick inside my hole. "Ahh! You're so fucking tight, my love. I can't believe your hole is still tight knowing that Noah, Jake, and Diego also got huge dícks." Nick told me as he keeps on fucking me softly and smoothly. After a while, Nick slightly lowered his body and he wrapped his hand around my shoulder. I can't help but mentally curse when he starts to kiss my nape which sent shivers down my spine, but what makes me even more delirious is when Nick Sandell suddenly fuck me rough and hard, he moves faster behind me, it was as of Nick suddenly forgot how to fuck me softly and smoothly.

“I’m just some roughneck from the wrong side of the track.” She closed her eyes. “I’d gladly go with you to any side of the track. I’m not too good for you Rage Cohen. You just need a little light for your future, and I hope you see it now, because I always have.”

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

“I’m Gavin, the Rock’s manager. Can I help you with something?” “Yes, please. I’m looking for Nick and Adam. My name’s Reena.” “Sure. Take a seat, OK? I’ll call them for you.” “Thanks.” She wandered over to the sofa and sat down, still looking around. She’d never been to The Rock before, and she was intrigued to see Nick and Adam’s club for the first time. “Hey, Reena. How you doing?” She looked up and there stood Nick and Adam, grinning at her. “Hey, guys.”

He commanded. Nick stood up but not before leaving the hollow block sized rock he picked beside the women's head and stand before Mahiriko. "Yes, master Klyde." Mahiriko even salutes at him. "And what about your big bro 'ere? Should we do the honor by pounding 'is sh*tty face too?" Nick asked while pointing a small rock he picked from the ground to Lukan.

The stadium was pretty much empty, a few people scattered here and there. I spotted Nick right away, sitting on the third row, hunched over something in his lap. He wore a gray hoodie that looked a size too big, like he could get lost in it, but somehow it made him look even broader. His dark jeans were faded just right, and he had those classic white sneakers that always looked better a little dirty. When he saw me, he stood up quick, that big goofy grin lighting up his face. "Roxy Bennett, you came," he said, like he honestly didn’t believe I would.

Night. I set the phone aside and stared at it. For some reason, I couldn't muster the courage to look at Matt. His presence wasn't threatening, but he did seem to take up the whole room. "Rock's my bar manager. He's also bartender/bouncer/badass. Ex-military and built like a boulder. Thus, the nickname. We call him Rock, but his real name's Gary." When Matt didn't say anything, I glanced up at him. He watched my face with a wrinkle between his brows and shoulders tense.