Johnny Blaze Motorcycle Novels & Stories

“In his defence, we did think it was just some random kid on a dirt bike. Sorry though. He took it too far. You know how Joker is, he’s like a fucking Echo.” He nods at both of us and leaves with the last of the bikes. The second they’re gone, Blaze is on me. He grabs my face with both hands, checking me over frantically. “I’m fine,” I whisper, trying to slap his hands away. “You’re fine? You could have fucking died!” He’s still shaking with leftover adrenaline. “I swear down I’ll kill that fucking asshole.” “No you won’t,” I whisper. He grumbles something under his breath. “That was the Cursed Kings’ main guys. They came to talk about your father’s plan, work together to get shit fixed.”

I nodded in return, my throat growing dryer with every breath. “But there are so many hills…” he mumbled, his voice trailing off. He looked briefly to Jonas, nodding him in my direction. Jonas stalked and took the bike from my hands as I yelped in protest. “We’ll walk you home. Lead the way” Alpha Rhodes declared.

“Matt's telling the truth. Heard they're always out trading in the afternoon. ATF’s got their back, so they're good.” “Okay then, so now how do we go in so we don't cause a scene and they don't lock up their gate?” Blaze turns on the ignition, grabbing all of our attention. “Don't worry, brothers. I've got it. Get ready to jump out ASAP.” “What are you trying to do?” Rip asks, narrowing his gaze at the driver's seat. Blaze laughs. “Don't worry, mister president. Just trust me and get ready to jump out. This is about to be a lot of funnn.”

She used to hate Landon along with me and would happily join in calling him the odd name here and there, but ever since she'd found her mate Blaze a few weeks back she did nothing but big Landon up to me, trying to convince me daily to go on a date with him. Blaze was one of the packs warriors, he was average height and build for a warrior with tattoos covering him from his right hand up his arm, around his shoulder, into his chest and up his neck. He had medium length black hair pulled into a neat man bun on top of his head and piercing amber eyes. I couldn't help but think it amusing and a little ironic that Embers mate happened to be called Blaze, I guess it really was fate. "Agh!" She h

What action did Blair take that prompted Remus, the family head, to personally apologize to them and even disown his own granddaughter? After all, the implication behind this was that no matter how Blair wanted to get revenge against Nelise, the Rothschilds would not stop him. Although this matter was related to Mable, she did not want to get involved. She looked at Blair and asked, “Spike is in the gym, right? I’ll go see him. You two carry on.” Then, Mable left for the gym. Spike was born prematurely and had health issues from a young age. To improve his physical fitness, he had been practicing martial arts since he was three.

I roll my eyes. He mounts it like he was born for it, his long legs hugging the frame, hands sliding over the handlebars like he’s reacquainting himself with an old lover. Yeah. That image is gonna be hard to forget. “You sure you can handle this?” I call out. He starts the engine. The damn thing purrs, loud and dirty. “Even though I have all the money to make sure you are okay, be careful Blaze. ‘Cause I’m about to humble your cocky little ass.”

Blaze is looking at the front mirror, waiting to see my reaction from the mirror, which is none. Blaze picked a small cafe ten minutes driving from the campus, it's his favorite place to enjoy his coffee. He sits at his favorite spot and order his special drinks; Ice hazelnut coffee with more topping and cream, he wants a pack of macarons and a choco churros. My eyes bulging wide, "You'll eat everything?" Blaze shrugged his shoulder, giving me a positive answer. "Choose your drinks! The ice matcha is pretty good, want some?" Blaze offered me his second favorites.

someone shouted. Panting with fear, Victoria glanced up and saw Breen riding his horse like a demon cowboy from hell as he stunt jumped from it in mid run with a double-footed landing, then continued running to swipe Jude completely from where he stood. “OOF!” Jude let out as his body hit the ground. They both rolled along the dirt in a pile of cowboy limbs, hats flying off and male grunts resounding. “You piece of shit!” Breen yelled as he turned him over and then stood up to glare down at him.

Blaze sighed. “Hey!” Storm snapped eyeing her mate and oldest son. Blaze eyed his mate also and arched an eyebrow at her. “Okay, yeah, he’s a bit rebellious, hence his name Rebel. Besides, he’s only three, he has been through a lot. I’m sure he’ll mellow out. Aspyn already helps him calm down.” She said. “Awe, he’ll fit right in with all the other possessive males.” Jen said, shaking her head.

The bikers surrounded her, their huge cocks still hard, glistening from her juices. Blaze climbed on first, flipping her onto all fours. “My turn to wreck that ass.” He spat on her hole, then slammed in, his fiery red pubes tickling her skin as he buried himself balls-deep. Sable yelped, her back arching. Diesel slid underneath her, guiding his thick shaft into her pussy. Double penetration again, but this time with Blaze’s relentless pace, his hips slapping against her ass like thunder. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Diesel groaned, thrusting up to meet her.