Mc Biker Romance Novels & Stories

“Complete and total bullshit. For all I know—and all she knows—I could’ve tattooed the Chinese symbol for outhouse above her butt.” Colt laughed softly. Encouraged by his laughter, she kept talking. “A couple days ago a big, burly biker came in and wanted a bumblebee done on each thigh above his kneecaps.” “Why?” “In an outburst of passion, some hot chick swore he was the ‘bees knees’ so he demanded the moment be forever immortalized on his hairy skin.” “You’re kiddin’ me.” “Of course I’m kidding. Damn, you’re gullible, McKay.”

Were not a 1% club but we aren't afraid of anything that fucks with whats ours. There are about 100 in the MC or Mother Charter. Not all live here at the compound and not all are nice decent guys. I mean we are bikers. Most of the older bikers have Ol' Ladies and they are either super nice or a fucking bitch. And when I say super nice I mean they will get on their knees while their husband is tongue fucking a bunny at the same time. Hey whatever gets your rocks off I guess. I turn to Brody and realize that he's been talking to me this entire time. Fuck, I'll here this later.

“Don’t wait up for me tonight. It’ll be very late.” On my way out of the house, I called Damien again. “Everything set up?” “Yes, everyone’s on their way.” “Have our watchers said anything about movement in the clubhouse?” “They seem to have a meeting. All the bikes are in front of the club.” Now that Rico had destroyed an entire chapter in cold blood, the retribution of the MC was only a matter of time. They were volatile, bound by fewer rules than us. It was part of my life I didn’t want Sofia, Stefan, or Valentina to be part of. I’d do my best to protect them from it.

"Sparkles, will you tell Wanda I'm out for the night?" "Will do." Bianca made her way out to her car, stopping in her tracks when she saw a note tucked under her windshield wiper. Glancing around, she saw that Jagger hadn't made his way outside yet. Bianca Hawks, glad to see you around my school. Hope to see more of you soon. Interesting to know your boyfriend is a member of a motorcycle gang. It wasn't signed, but it didn't have to be. She knew exactly who had left this message. Mr. Money Bags had thrown down a challenge, and now she had to figure out exactly how she was going to answer it.

My knees buckled, and for a second, I thought I was going to faint. The biker dropped Marcus like a sack of potatoes. Marcus scrambled away, gasping for air, and ran away without looking back. The biker turned to me. He didn't offer a hand. He stepped into my space, his heavy boots making noise on the pavement, and pinned me against the seat of his motorcycle. He smelled of gasoline, expensive tobacco, and a musky, animal scent that made my inner thighs ache. "You're a messy little thing, aren't you?" he muttered, his eyes—those same piercing, predatory blue eyes—scanning my face. He reached out, his calloused thumb dragging over my bottom lip.

I snort laughing. “Thank you, I think.” “You’re inviting us now,” another woman says immediately. “I actually was going to,” I admit. “If you guys want to come.” Natalie gasps dramatically. “I’ve never been to a biker wedding.” “It’s not really a biker wedding,” I correct. “Are there tattoos?” she asks “Yes.” “Hot men with beards?” “…probably.” “Then it’s a biker wedding.” she insists The group laughs.

He said with bowed head and I rolled my eyes, puffing out the smokes and I turned, heading to the hall. *** *** *** The hall was already filled with bikers, all eager to learn. Of cause they will, I'm the tutor. The girls passed with seductive winks but I ignored them like they were non existent. “The Ballisters are one of the toughest mafias over here in the City, Getting into thier volt like home isn't going to be easy! You'll need skills, stamina and Strength! The three S to a perfect plan's accomplishment!” I said and they nodded.

~biker one "Oww i can just eat her up" ~biker two "How about you and me baby go and have some fun" -~biker three with a wink I just stand there and wait for them to finish , not even blinking i was used to this by now. Finally they ordered some food. Lucas POV

But he was still holding on. "I've never done...love, and all those easygoing, romantic things you wrote in that book. I'm hardcore, I'm a player, I don't ever date for love, and I don't think I ever will, I can't. I take what I want, for as long as I want. I don't do forever, McIntyre," Elias was quiet for a while, and Kaelen eventually slipped his hands down. She felt the emptiness of his touch, the cold that gradually replaced the lingering heat of his arms.

Instead what arrived was this: A motorcycle on a dark highway. Not my memory of any road — a road I'd never been on, somewhere east of the Cascades where the landscape flattened out and the sky went very large and the stars were the kind of stars that only existed when you were far enough from city light to see all of them. The specific physical sensation of riding: the cold at that speed, the sound of the engine, the way your body balances against physics at eighty miles an hour without consciously thinking about it. And underneath all the sensory detail, running below it like a bass note: the quality of the bond from his side. The warmth of it reaching toward something. The particular warm