Motorcycle Club Romance Novels & Stories

My cheeks warmed as I confessed, “Second year. Just started clinicals.” His dark eyes glinted. “Stay out of trouble,” he murmured, reaching out to lay a warm, rough hand on my arm. “You owe me a coffee,” he added with a crooked grin, “for that nice care.” After his release, he insisted on seeing me off. Outside, his motorcycle growled under neon lights. He offered me a ride; I climbed on, the leather of his jacket smooth beneath my hands. The night air was electric, and I’d never felt so alive.

The route we had mapped out was completely different, so why were they here, taking their time like they had no intention of winning? Lisa wasn't even sitting normally on the bike. She was straddling her partner face-to-face, her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, and the unmistakable sound of her moans floated through the air.

The next morning, Vivian arrived at my place, her car packed with two folded bicycles in the trunk. "The ride's a bit far. You can nap on the way, and I'll wake you when we're there," she said. Considering I'd hardly slept, replaying Vivian's words in my mind, I gladly took her advice and drifted off. I had no idea how long I slept, but when Vivian shook me awake, I found myself in a remote area surrounded by lush greenery. "We're here! The club's founder booked out this entire mountain. It's secluded, so we can let loose as much as we want," she said with a mischievous grin.

she headed out of the bedroom and down the back stairs, two of the maids passed her but she did not give them a second glance. Luckily they were used to seeing her running up and down their staurs, she had never been one for standing on ceremony and often went down into the kitchens when she was lonely for a chat with their Cook. Today she did not stop, heading out the back door she headed for the garage where the vehicles were kept. A big grin spread across her face when she saw her motorbike standing proudly in a corner shining like it was brand new, someone had been looking after it for her and she made a mental note to thank the Guard whon had taken the trouble to care for her bike. Th

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.

He turned to Leander and purred, "Tommy is a motorcycle aficionado, otherwise known as a biker with a local Motorcycle Club...who has a distinct affinity for little Hycinth here." Instantly, I felt tension rolled through Leander's chest. A fierce growl hummed out his throat, enough that Ever turned his head in our direction, his eyes immediately alert and searching for what had caused Leander's reaction. I tried to keep the panic out of my tone as I said quickly, "No. Don't even think about it! There's no romantic history of any kind there. He's harmless!" Luca snorted again, looking far too unconcerned for my tastes. "If you call staring at her tits all the time harmless, then yeah, sure."

I did not remember how I reached the scene. The rain had stopped, but the mountain road was still wet. Villagers stood along the roadside, whispering. Police lights flashed against the trees. At the bottom of the cliff lay Dominic’s motorcycle, twisted beyond recognition. Dominic was gone. So were Marcus and his three friends. The police told me the initial conclusion was a traffic accident. The motorcycle had been overloaded. The road was slippery from rain. On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff.

The club’s symbol — a roaring giant. I’d just thrown myself and my daughter at the mercy of a motorcycle club president. I should have been terrified. Instead, for the first time in five years, I felt something that might have been hope. “I’m Emma,” I whispered. “Emma Winters.” Enzo nodded, already moving back to his bike. “Let’s get you off the street, Emma Winters. We can figure out the rest later.” He started the engine. I climbed on behind him again, Charlotte secured in the sidecar.

Without a word, I trailed after Ronan as we walked towards his bike. The clubhouse was buzzing with activities by the time we pulled up. Motorcycles lined the gravel and if Ronan ever needed an army of some kind, then best believe he had more than enough people at his disposal. From the yard, we could already make out the loud music spilling through the open doors of the place. The moment we stepped inside though, the smell of smoke, whiskey, engine oil and something dangerous hit me square in the nose. As we walked in, some of the bikers nodded in my direction. A few of them offered half smiles, while the rest just stared.

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.