Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

Not her. She bit her full lower lip, cheeks flushing pink under the parking lot lights of the deserted roadside bar. “I… I told you. My friends dared me to get a ride from the scariest biker I could find tonight. But I didn’t expect…” Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge straining my jeans, then flicked back up quickly. “You’re huge.” A slow grin spread across my face. I stepped closer, crowding her against the warm metal of my bike. “Name’s Jax. And yeah, I’m big everywhere, baby. You gonna tell me your name before I decide how I’m gonna fuck you?”

“Wow…it's…it’s really mine?” “It’s really yours, sweet boy.” Sebastian knelt down, encircling the boy in his arms. Jaxsen leaned back into him, bringing his hands up to hold onto Sebastian’s forearms. “Happy birthday, Jack,” Sebastian told him gently, kissing him softly on the cheek. He pushed Jaxsen toward the neon green and black splatter painted bicycle. “Go on, Jack, check it out.” Jaxsen walked up to the bike, running his hand along the shiny paint job, gripped the handle bars and felt the gription under his palm. He picked up the helmet, the smooth plastic surface felt sun-warmed in his hands.

How was that even possible? "Oh, fuck!" Jax cursed as his face lost all color. He pointed to the bike on the left of the leader and whispered, "Look at the goddamn name on his bike Jenny! This isn't good. This is really bad." Squinting her eyes to zero in on the petrol tank, Jenny battled to keep her lunch down. Two battle axes and a grim reapers face held pride of place on its side. And just in case someone missed the symbol's significance, the rider's road name was underneath. In bold gold, the writing was Jenny's worst nightmare, as "The Henchman" burned its way into her brain.

I declare, and He rolls his eyes. “I have an extra bike in the shed over there, but if you scratch it I’ll rip your head off and hang it on my wall as a trophy,” I warn, turning back to my bike. Maverick turns to the shed and opens the door to reveal a bright red Yamaha R6 with black wheels that has a tag with the name Ezra on it.

“But it’ll be a hassle because you’ll have to park like four blocks away from the race site and walk all the way in those killer boots. Too many bikes for a car to go through.” Jax picked up a helmet from his bike and held it out to me. “Here.” I attempted to put it on myself and failed. I handed it back to him, and he gently settled it over my head. His fingers adjusted the straps beneath my chin before he checked the fit and tightened it slightly. “There,” he said. “Perfect.” I looked at him. “Are you done treating me like a child?” “I'm making sure Cass doesn't kill me.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto my face.

But I want to know what they both think. After what feels like forever Jace says " Yea that be ok." I try hard not to laugh, some others behind me giggle. Now we wait for Jax. Jax steps in front of us and looks us dead in the eye. I can see these wheels turning in his eyes. He is up to something. Then he crosses his arms across his chest trying to look intimidating. " You teach me ride bike no train wheels. And teach throw a ball we gots deal."

“Is this the welcome committee?” “This is the peanut gallery,” Ryder muttered. “Ignore them.” I realised he had employed more guys from the Hellfire MC. That was good. At least, they'd get a salary every month. Ryder led me past the garage toward the showroom, where the polished bikes stood like art pieces. I caught sight of TB... the Tessa Bishop bike... from last week, front and center behind the glass partition. “She’s a showstopper,” I whispered. “She’s not the only one,” Ryder said, nudging me gently.

He was a jerk and scary, she wasn’t sure what he was doing to her but she really wanted to get to the bottom of everything. Knowing she couldn’t keep everything in, she called her best friend who picked up immediately, telling her everything that happened at school the previous day. “Jess, am I crazy?” she asked as she finished narrating her ordeal. “Probably,” Jessica yawned “but I am going to advise you to stay away, this is not your problem. The guy is in a motorcycle gang and you’re a second-grade teacher. Do not go to his house, you hear me?” “But what if she’s in danger?”

Jack's Pov I watch as han ran into his room to get dressed. Jill was silent as well as everybody. I am glad at that because i was able to think . Few minutes later Han emerge fully dressed in a faded jean and a black top with a black leather jacket. " I'm ready, i will wait outside " he said when he noticed Jill staring at me. Han walk out. Jill walk up to me. " Will you be safe? Don't you think it's a trap ? " she said shakily and i smile.

"He's had that bike for almost ten years. Built most of it himself." Sarah reached out and ran her fingers along the seat but stopped herself before actually touching it like she wasn't sure if she was allowed. Cain must have noticed because he moved to stand beside her. "You can touch it," he said. "It's just a bike." "Just a bike," Jax scoffed from where he was standing next to his own motorcycle. "You nearly killed someone who scratched it last year." "That was different," Cain said but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "That guy did it on purpose."