Mc Biker Romance Novels & Stories

And having grown up together their whole life, they work well together running the MC and making the other generations proud. ~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~ Be sure to check out my next Biker Romance posting any minute!! Follow me to find it easier, and get notification when it posts!!! Thank you for taking this journey with me, and showing my story your time! "Claimed by the Bikers" "A Menage". It's about the Vet MC. Jaycee and Kenzie’s biker family and Angel's adopted family. It all starts with 3 best friends, Raine, Kim, and Sam. A brunette, a red head, and a blonde.

Ace remarked. "I'd still have to go to the Vet MC to talk with the ladies. Raine, Kim, and Sam are telling their stories." She explained. "That shouldn't be a problem." Ace replied. "And before you ask, I'm only writing about the romance part and names are changed. Nothing about real club business. Everything I write is purely made up. After all you have to have some drama and bad boy stuff to spice up the reading and keep the readers entertained." Pamela explained. "I have one question." Ace replied.

she looked at me and I nodded. "My Uncle Bruce was a member of the Demon Riders MC." she added quietly. Joker gasped along with Blade while Dom, Decker, Jaden and Ash looked confused. Thrash closed his eyes and muttered a curse. "Who are the Demon Riders?" Dom demanded. "Yeah, I've never heard of them and we've had business with every MC in the area." Decker added.

A random motorcycle went by on the street, the person stopping just outside the door and coming forward and opening the door a little. “Hey, are you all still open? I could go for a dessert right now.” I laughed then with Teddy; the biker giving us a quizzical look as he took in the wedding dress and the tux. “Maybe next time then…” he slowly backed out and closed the door behind him, leaving me and Teddy as we kissed again in the middle of the bakery. -fin- Hello Everyone! I’ll be making a sequel of this book starting November 1st, 2025 called ‘Rogues and Royals’. I hope you all will join me on that adventure as well!

~MARLOWE~ I glanced around the room Burdock had brought us into, noting the walls were bare except for a faded Ravens insignia and a corkboard layered with maps, photos, and handwritten notes that had nothing to do with bikes. That corkboard sat like a bruise on my understanding. I’d expected leather and bravado and testosterone in a room like this, not timelines and grids and things labeled with coordinates. This wasn’t a biker club back room. This was something else wearing a biker club like a jacket.

“Before you say anything more, know that I’m going to accept Cutter’s offer. I’m going to be the next president of the Burning Saints, and I’m going to run the club my way. I want you by my side, but I understand if you—” I stopped his lips from moving with my own. I kissed him with more passion than I’d ever felt in my life. I loved Jase “Minus” Vincent freely, and with abandon. I wanted all of him, to be part of every facet of his life. If he was going to lead a motorcycle club into a new era, I wanted to do it with him, as partners. “I’m in. Now, less talking and more kissing, you idiot.” * * * Minus

Real laughter this time, easy and startled and not nearly as guarded as I wanted it to be. “You’re such an ass.” “Future MC brother,” he corrected. “Ass comes standard.” I shook my head and climbed onto my bike, but the smile stayed even as I pulled my helmet on. We rode back toward town with the sun bleeding orange across the horizon, the road stretching warm and open ahead of us. The ride hadn’t answered my questions. If anything, it had given me new ones—about Brian, about Jarek, about Marcus and the things men buried when they thought silence was noble.

he said, flashing me one last sultry look that stuck like a touch on my skin. Then, with a mocking bow, he excused himself and strode back toward his bike. And as the others lined up beside him, engines growling like beasts ready to kill, I realized… this was no race. It was war on wheels. Orin gave me one last glance, slow before he swung onto his bike with effortless grace, his movements were smooth almost like he was dancing. Six riders lined up behind him, each a storm waiting to break. The first, a massive brute with a spiked mace strapped to his back, growled as he revved his engine. Sparks flew from his wheels scraping the concrete floor.

His hand grips my chin, making me meet his eyes. “I fuckin’ love you,” he growls, before pulling me in for another heated kiss. He adjusts his clothes and calls Wes back to the car. We pull up to the reception shortly after, and the mood is lively, laughter, the sound of clinking glasses, and the warm glow of lights strung up around the tables. The place is perfect, a mix of rustic charm and biker edge, just how we wanted it.

Drenched in Jax piss and her own squirt, Sable lay sprawled on the pool table, her body aching deliciously from the initial onslaught. The camera rolled on, capturing every filthy moment for Matteo’s viewing pleasure. Jax wiped his cock on her thigh, smirking. “Round two, boys. Let’s breed this bitch proper.” Rocco scooped her up like she weighed nothing, carrying her to the massive bed in the back. He tossed her onto the mattress, her limbs splaying out. The bikers surrounded her, their huge cocks still hard, glistening from her juices.