Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

"You race bikes?" "Among other things." A slow, possessive smirk spread across his face. "A lot of things, honey." Heat crawled straight up my neck. I felt so nervous inside. I snatched the helmet from his large hand and rolled my eyes, trying to pretend I wasn't affected by him. Jax didn't say anything, but I could tell he was still smiling as he turned toward the stairs. Outside, the bike was parked at the curb. It was matte black and looked as mean as he did.

I hissed, kicking the kickstand up. I revved the engine, the vibration traveling through my spine, but the noise couldn't drown out the image of Jax’s hand sliding down to Lila’s waist. He caught my gaze over her shoulder and gave me a slow, mocking salute. He knew. He knew exactly how to get under my skin without throwing a single punch. "Line 'em up!" the flag girl shouted. I pulled my bike to the line. To my left was 'Viper,' a Skulls rider who rode like he had a death wish and no one to go home to. To my right, unexpectedly, was Jax on a sleek, blacked-out Ducati.

“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.

“Told you it needed servicing.” I exhaled. “I need somewhere to stash the bike until I find a mechanic.” “I’m a mechanic,” he replied. “You’re also a jackass.” A beat passed before his mouth twitched, almost a smile. “Can’t argue with that. Name’s Jax.” "Sounds the same to me." He gestured toward the shed. “Leave it behind there. I’ll take a look tomorrow if I feel like it.” I wanted to punch something, but instead, I said, “Fine.”

“What?” “How do you not know this?” Indie asks. “He’s everywhere. Hot biker guy. Always surrounded by girls. Rides that freaky ass motorcycle.” Jazz squeals. “Your stepbrother?” “I didn’t know he was a student here.” “How is that possible?” Indie asks. “He is impossible to miss.” Jazz is already scrolling. “I follow him. Look.” She pushes her phone toward me. It is Felix. On his motorcycle, leather jacket, the entire hide-ously perfect package.

There was talk around the house now of enrolling J in school, explaining his appearance as a genetic condition. X removed his helmet, then turned and helped J with his. The two of them dismounted the bike and walked toward the house, laughing at some joke I couldn’t hear. X touched J’s head, as if to tousle hair that just wasn’t there, as they were both bald as cue balls. I nodded, silently taking in the sight. X and J were a family. In some ways, it was surreal that they had both come so far. But now it was time to focus on the future.

"For us. I want that. The cabin talk. The plans against Darius. Against my father. But the feral whispers bite now or lose her. What if I lose control completely?" "You won't," I promised, sliding my fingers into his hair. "Because I'm talking to the real Jax. The one who rode the bike with me after the informant meet. Who fought like a beast in the ring but for the right reasons. That Jax doesn't beg for bites in caves. He earns his place beside me. Breathe again. Tell me you see me. Not just the bond."

I asked Xander, who pulled the accelerator, making me jerk towards him, holding his waist tightly. "If you hold on tight enough, there won't be any issues," Xander said, and then he accelerated the bike. He rode into the night, the engine roared all the way. Xander was mindful of the speeding limit while we were still in London, but immediately after we got to the outskirts, Xander sped off. It was the first time I rode on a power bike; I didn't even know Xander was a racer or a biker in my past life, all I knew was that he was a good businessman.

“Na man Honda is good is it the CBR1000RR-R” “I think so, again I just went for high power and price” I laughed as I pulled out my phone to show him the one, I had ordered for her. “You not scared she will kill herself?” “She is a werewolf. Even if she falls off at high speed, she will be fine” “Who will be fine?” Jill came in and walked over to me wrapping her arms around me “James was asking if I will be worried about you riding a motorbike” “I have not even got one yet” I laughed

Alice I push the bike harder than I should through the wood track, twisting the throttle wide open. Those two bikes behind me are gaining fast, and I recognize the logos on their jackets even in the dark. It is Jackal's underground dogs, the ones who run his dirty races, who do his enforcer work.