روايات وقصص ضمن Motorcycle Club Books Romance

I was only here to meet Ron and maybe Jemma, talk and go home again. 'Ok'. I passed him the money, grabbed my bag and got out. I had barely even closed the door before he sped off and disappeared around another corner. 'Fucking weird, man'. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I walked into the lot and headed up the drive. I could already see the rows of Motorbikes lined up. Ok, well, Motorcycle club means Motorcycles I suppose. As I got closer, I could hear voices, laughing and the butterflies in my stomach started getting worse. I had to stop for a minute and take a few deep breaths.

I’d glimpsed them before, from afar at pearl street, but never up close. He killed the engine, helping me off. “Welcome to the den…thought you might want to see where I disappear to.” I looked around—guys and a few girls tuning bikes, laughing over toolboxes, a makeshift track looping the parking lot. “This is your world?” “One of them.” He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Come meet the pack.” He introduced me around—Rico, the quiet storyteller with the intense stare; Jax, the loud one with tattoos snaking up his arms; a girl named Lena who sized me up with a nod and a “So you’re the one keeping him grounded.”

“Anything with an engine, we can tow, fix or build.” I nodded. “And you said ‘club.’ I’m assuming it’s not a sewing club, right?” Booker smiled. “Motorcycle club.” I stopped. It took him a minute to realize I was no longer beside him, which gave me a partial view of the back of his jacket. Dogs of something. Dogs of Wonder? No, that wouldn’t be right… a badass motorcycle guy wouldn’t have Dogs of Wonder on the back of his jacket. Well, crap! He walked back toward me. “You okay?”

And more specifically, asking about Cracker and Grace… Over the past week, men on black unmarked motorcycles had been spotted around the club and at my house. Driving up and down the road that led to Cracker’s and Steel’s place. We’d been trying to find out what MC, but they were smart and covered up their logo. Which really wasn’t good news.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

Sunshine was shining on the body of the motorcycle, making it dazzling. Catherine elegantly executed a leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver-black motorcycle with ease. "Boom, boom, boom..." As the throttle accelerated instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant dragon suddenly awakening. Catherine released the accelerator, and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression, leaving people in awe. At a remote village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a giant black market was hidden underneath this remote village.

"Relax." I hadn't even noticed that I was so tense, my body aching for release. I smiled, and rolled to the side, trying to keep him within me. He followed, managing to maintain our connection. I smiled. I never wanted us to be apart. I lay beneath him, and again he rocked against me. The shaft of his cock rubbed against my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm. I reached up, grabbing his headboard, as he began to lick my nipple. The sensations combined, and I could feel the fire within me sparking up again. As I looked up, I saw lust in his eyes. His motions became more forceful, his need driving him now. I could feel my own fire spread to his body, and his own fire about to engulf him.

It wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t what he expected. “Deal. I’m here with friends to recoup after months of traveling. My alpha likes long road trips and decided to toss a dart, and here we are. Tonight I decided to check out the club. I heard it was on the up and up, and the name, Spectral Riders, had me curious.” Maria was mostly honest.

“Trial and error. Rebel. Books.” “Books? You read books to learn how to repair cars?” “Sure.” He pulls his arm out and looks at me. He doesn’t seem very happy. “What …? You think I can’t read?” “No, of course I don’t think that. I just didn’t think there were books about repairing cars. But I guess that’s stupid, isn’t it? There are books for everything these days.” Being near Mick is once again making me stupid. Maybe I should start wearing tinfoil on my head when he’s around.

He asked, turning to face them. “What could the queen’s man possibly want to know about us?” Margo asked, tossing back a shot of whiskey. “How did the two of you end up affiliated with a motorcycle club?” He asked, trying not to laugh at the jab she had directed at him. “I was born into it?” Margo sighed, pouring herself another shot. “I got into it because we grew up together. Motorcycle clubs aren’t all bad, ya know. Why do you ask?” Dex sighed, sipping his beer.