Mc Biker Romance Novels & Stories

I didn’t want him to think I was ogling him as the package and not the bike-- oh God no! I still can't have anything to do with any man until I've done away with Oliver for good. It'd be unfair to cheat emotionally with whoever I'll be with right now and a biker? Damn, that's far from it. They tend to be wild, dangerous, toxic- I've read a lot of biker romance and good Lord, it's about biker gangs and shit. No, thanks, I'll pass. I turned my head to steal glances at him again when I suddenly saw the biker's helmet right next to my window.

He stood, wiped his hands. I stood too. We looked at each other for a moment in the low light, and something passed between us that I couldn't quite name. Not warmth exactly. Not the sharp friction we usually generated. Something quieter. Something that existed in the specific register of two people sitting in the dark together, doing something real. "Why?" I asked. Quietly. He looked at the bike for a second. Then back at me. "It's a good machine," he said. "Deserves better than rust."

My heart raced as Xavier slowly eased the motorcycle onto the road. The bright moon and stars illuminated the night sky, creating a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, interrupted only by the motorcycle roaring down the road. Riding with Xavier, I started to grasp his passion for this experience. It was as if we were soaring through the night, feeling liberated and untethered from the world around us.

“But maybe you can help me with something better.” The second biker chuckled. “You sure you’re in the right neighborhood for that?” “I’m exactly where I need to be.” Before they could say more, a low rumble filled the air — the sound of a bigger engine, deeper, meaner. The crowd around the lot shifted. A matte-black bike rolled in. Its rider dismounted slowly, pulling off his helmet. Jace Malone. Everyone called him Viper. President of the Vipers MC. Mid-thirties, maybe.

“You okay?” “Motorcycle club?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Hell’s Angels?” Booker smirked. “In theory.” “Crap.” I glanced up at him. “I really should go.” “Go where, darlin’? There’s nothing around here for over a mile in any direction.” “Clarify something for me. Are you a club because you have really nice bikes and like to hang out and drink beer on occasion, or are you like outlaws or something?”

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

As they three start making subs, I head to my office to call Alpha Hunter. It rings four times before he answers. "Alpha Hunter here," he sounds tired. "Alpha Hunter, this is Alpha Tyler Savage from Savage Pack and Biker Club. I need to speak about your beta male and his mate",he pauses so long I thought he hung up. "Yes," he sounds worried now.

The floor is not even tiled and if they should have an accident, the injury will be very terrible unless they heal faster or a healer is called quickly. Alpha Jared stepped out to the starting line. He is twice Vladimir in size with tattoos all over his body. The girls swoon when they see him and it's not as if Vladimir is not attractive, he is not showing flesh unlike his opponent but I know a lot of girls still want him. “Now that the two are ready. A gun will be fired and they will start.” The MC announced. I looked at Vladimir. He is so calm and his stance screams confidence. “You can climb on your bike and start the engine” the MC announced and the two mounted the bike.

Valentina nodded, letting him lead her to a clear space near the fire. They swayed together, her cheek against his chest, his arms secure around her. The rightness of it overwhelmed her—not the desperate clinging of a drowning woman, but the steady certainty of two people who had found their way back to each other through time and pain and growth. “I bought a bike,” she murmured against his shirt. “Nothing fancy. Old Sportster from Sandy’s brother. Needs work.” Duke pulled back slightly to see her face. “Yeah? When were you going to tell me?”