Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

He then walked away for a moment. Soon after, Xavier re-entered with a man who was wearing a horse riding outfit. He was also one of the contestants in this horse racing event. "Mr. Beckett," he greeted Jasper politely. "I'm sorry to have to trouble you to come over to explain the situation in person. However, your testimony is crucial for me. I hope that you'll understand," Jasper said in a courteous tone. He didn't seem like he was the president of any organization at all.

He was still in Lilly’s stomach with her radiance that shone a light in my dark world back then. “Got here as fast as we could, Bro,” Lex says as he dismounts from his bike and stretches his legs one after the other, then shakes his arms. It’s been a few hours on the open road. Finnegan’s is the safest most out of the way place I could think of. Only now I’m wondering if someone has gotten hold of my private number, then they will for sure know about our old stomping ground. Jax, Michael and Dean get off the bikes and place their helmets on their tanks. They walk towards me and stand directly in front of me as I sit across my bike.

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.

"Robbers, gangs... worse. You got far to go?" "Just a few blocks." She straightened, trying to compose herself, but her eyes kept drifting to his arms, the way the tattoos swirled like stories on his skin. A skull, a rose, something tribal. He was everything the sisters warned about, danger, temptation, and sin. Jax glanced at his bike, a sleek black Harley gleaming under the streetlight. "Hop on. I'll give you a lift. No way I'm letting you walk the rest alone."

Hours later, we reached Moon pack and we all parked our bikes by the side of an oak but had to wait for Sunny and Jax to arrive. They weren't too far from the oak tree where we stood. Finally, they got to us and I saw the way Jax jumped down from the bike and flexed his muscles. “ You two took the whole day,” Tyler said to Jax and Sunny, who later joined us by the side of the tree. Jax pulled his helmet off and brushed his hair backwards. “ What's next, Ghost?” He asked, his eyes locked to mine. This was the first time we would speak since the beginning of the day yet, there was no difference in the way he spoke to me.

He made his way to the bay that they kept the bikes in during winter and saw that he was one of the last to show up. "Apparently, I'm late. Sorry guys." "Nah," Travis Steele, the information officer, smirked as he walked up to Jagger. "We're all still waitin' on Liam to get here." "He's goin' on the run? He hasn't gone on one since they found out Denise is pregnant." "Yeah, to tell you the truth, I think he's getting on her nerves." Jagger laughed, "I can see that." He took a seat on his bike, waiting for the ride to start, and pulled his personal cell phone out of his pocket. Besides his bike, his one luxury was an iPhone, and he loved it. Seeing that he had a text from Bianca, he smiled.

“Where are we going?” “Just around the property,” Jax said with a small smile. “A little fresh air. The rumble of a good engine, it’s good for the soul.” He led me outside, where his bike, a sleek black beast, gleamed under the burgeoning moonlight. I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. The moment he started the engine, the low growl vibrating through me, something shifted. We rode in silence, the wind whipping through my hair, the landscape blurring at the edges. The world outside the rumble and hum of the bike faded, leaving only the present moment, the cool night air on my face, Jax’s steady presence in front of me. It wasn't long, maybe twenty minutes, but it was en

Tyler got out his nifty little reconfigured smartphone and put in some info. By the time we reached the bikes, he had what he was looking for. "Got her. Karen Skeet twenty-eight. Huh, it looks like the asshole traded way the fuck down. He held up the screen to show us the bleached blonde who looked a little rough around the edges.

She had fifteen percent battery and no money for a tow truck and now she was standing in front of six guys from a motorcycle club she'd only heard about in rumors. "I'll figure it out." She reached for her bike and the older guy gently moved her hand away. "Wrench can fix it." Blackwood nodded at the older guy. "We've got a shop. He'll have the part. Two days tops." "I can't afford it." The words hurt to say but lying would be worse. "Who said anything about money?" Blackwood leaned against his own bike and studied her with eyes that were too sharp. "You go to Crescent Bay University right? I've seen you around campus."

His wolf is close to the surface, silver swirling in his irises, and I can feel my own peeking back at him. He’s still staring at me as I climb off of him and back over to the passenger seat, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. “Damn you’re sexy,” Jax grumbles, raking his eyes up and down my body. I’m completely naked save for my camel-colored knee-high riding boots and my little black panties, which are still pushed over to the side. I look down at myself and chuckle softly, thinking how I finally put these ‘riding boots’ to good use.