Hard Rock Nick Novels & Stories

It was embroidered 'Stone' on the inside material. It looked like it belonged one of the bikers who hanged around in the local pub not far from the nearest town. But they kept to themselves and he couldn’t imagine how Grace would have ever be involved with such rough men, but on the other hand, that idiot of her husband, he wouldn't put anything past him. “Mm” Nickolas hummed more to himself than to jason. He didn’t show the name to Jason but only shoved the bandama into his pocket.

But this time, I wasn’t backing down. “No,” I said before he could speak. “We are doing it my way.” Nick sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Then I’m staying close. You make the moves, but I’m your shadow.” “Deal.” I purr seductively. “Careful Riah I don't think you can handle me just yet!” Nick says with a smirk. “Really is that what you think” i ask innocently, slowly running my fingers down his chest. He lets out a groan. (Fuck baby you cant be teasing me like this”

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

He’d stopped at an unmarked door, knocked once, and opened it. And there they were. Not as distant icons under blinding lights, but as men. Nick, the lead singer, leaned against a dressing table, a bottle of water in hand. Hal, the drummer, was stretching his powerful shoulders on a low sofa. Lee, the brooding guitarist, was tuning an acoustic guitar in the corner. The room smelled of sweat, stale beer, and expensive cologne.

Nick came to meet me and asked me to meet his pack because he said we are going to stay there for a few days after our marriage so I went to meet the members of his pack. His pack's name is Blue Stone Pack. It is a little away from the city side and the place is green and beautiful. I met his Alpha first. His name is Atlas Myles Rozell and he was so curt and emotionless that I shivered as soon as he looked back into my eyes. His eyes were emotionless. But surprisingly he turned out to be Nick's childhood friend along with Scott— his beta friend and Thomas, his second Beta friend. Wow, I thought Nick had no friends but he proved me wrong.

He belched and scratched his balls. As if! Sed rolled his eyes at Jessica. “Could you get someone from security?” he asked the guy who had metal studs pierced through every imaginable location on his face and neck. “Security? Is there a problem?” a second rocker asked, peeking into the hall. Jessica recognized the lead guitarist, or maybe he was the bassist, of Kickstart. At least he wasn’t falling down drunk. He stroked his long braided beard with one hand while he looked from one person to the next.

he growls. My dick grown hard as he continues his cock into my clothes ass. My arms uncross as I place them on his hard taut chest and rock my hips into his. “Fuck me” I say surprising us both, because I never say shit like that out loud. In a few quick seconds I’m stripped naked, face down on the bed with my ass in the air waiting for my alpha mate to fuck me. His hard slicked cock probs my surprisingly already slick puckered hole. Nixon has made it his personal mission to make love to me every chance he gets and shower me with affection as his way of making up for the past.

, he asks scratching his neck awkwardly to which I smile and nod my head. “of course”, Jackson mumble irritated as he press his lips together making me roll my eyes. Nick is a tall Australian guy with brown hair and eyes, it would be unfair if I tell he isn’t hot, he is but not as much as Ivan. In fact after seeing Ivan no one matches his looks. He is a sexy Greek god I won’t get tired watching him and his eyes oh my god! “say cheese”, nick coos bringing his phone out for a selfie. I smile blush on cheeks not so clear in the camera.

The last DJ arrives five minutes late, which slightly annoys me. “I’m sorry I’m late. My name is Nicholas but you can call me Nick.” “Hello Nick, I’m looking for a well rounded DJ. It’s important to know all the popular artists but I also need you to know older artists, like Etta James and Frank Sinatra. I love them and similar artists,” I inform him.

Was he insane or what, she had never seen him in person before what sort of sick game was the man playing at. "Oh but we have honey" Nick said with a feral grin. He had arrived at the meeting ten minutes late, he had worn a bored look throughtout the entire introduction and now he was causing a scene and embarassing her, he was smiling infact he looked like he was having the time of his life. "Although it hurts me that you don't remember even though it was such a memorable meeting". Starting to get angry Kim said through gritted teeth. "I'm sure you must have mistaken me for someone else Mr Stone".