Motorcycle Club Romance Novels & Stories

Daddy had only smiled in response then continued, "the Shadow Clan Alpha founded a motorcycle club called Club Casablanca, and the thought of wolves riding motorcycles leaves the elders of the Blue River Clan feeling uneasy." "They must be really bad Daddy," I would then reply, lying on my bed. "Yes, my love. They sure are. Respectable wolves like us shouldn't have anything to do with them. Do you know, that motorcycle club is a sign of the Shadow Clan's lack of respect for the ways of nature. It's a direct and defiant challenge to our own traditions and values." I'd ask him, “Is that why we should always stay away from them Daddy?” And he would reply, "Yes dear. The elders of the Blue River

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

They both smiled and then the blond whispered something to the brunette. Then someone turned on music... not just any music... tribal music. Soon, party goers started swaying to the music. But I tried to ignore it. Above, the moon shone brightly adding another layer of light to the party. "We?" Then what Cruz had said brought me back to the present. "Is this a motorcycle club?" Cruz smirked, lifting an eyebrow. "Do you see any motorcycles?" I looked around and there was one parked near the house. "Yeah. That one."

All would have the club logo or insignia. For just a minute, Jo toyed with the idea of picking up a motorcycle man… she briefly indulged in a fantasy of peeling off layers of leather, of running her fingers over the inevitable tattoos on his body, of moaning a sexy road name (like Chains, or Rider, or Brute) as he took her trembling body over and over.

She stops just before my boots, starring at my bike with another look I can't interpret. "Not like that darlin'." Her bright green eyes peer back up. "I'm part of a motorcycle club. The old ladies of that club, they threw a Christmas party. I should be there right now. Want to come?" Her eyes narrow but stay alert as they stare into mine. Most woman have one of two reactions when I mention my club. They either want nothing to do with me since I'm with what's considered a dangerous and criminal organization, or they want me more, naked, on top of my bike.

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.

Chris felt tense, from the way he kissed me, I knew that he had something going on with him, but I wouldn’t dare to push it. When we arrived back home, Maeto was standing by one of the bikes. Something about his face brought so much worry that I couldn’t comprehend. Once I step down from the bike, Chris grabs me back and hugs me. Can I take you to my club? My eyes immediately widened when he asked me that question. The thought and the thrill of it sent chills down my spine. Chris had one of the biggest clubs in the country, and where he had a meeting with his motorcycle club.

The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi. I later learned from a very drunk Candice, that her and Austin didn't have what one might call, a good start at their relationship, but where they are now, is true happiness. I envy them for finding their happy ending, even though fate fought against them, they made it out on top.

Thank you, you are not bad yourself" she said, Her eyes looking away from him for a moment. And only then did Clara take notice of the black motorcycle that was parked not very far away and her eyes lit up. Although Clara did not have good knowledge of motorcycles it didn't stop her from loving them and she always wanted to take a ride but she never had the opportunity. Her eyes went back to Skyler and she asked. "Is that yours?" Skyler looked in the direction where she was pointing and nodded." Yes. It's mine" he frowned, thinking she didn't like the idea of motorcycles." I...we can book a ride if you're not comfortable riding on a ………" "Shut up. I totally love it. I have always wanted to t