Motorcycle Romance Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

The universe may as well rip his heart out and stomp it into the gravel. “that’s a long bike ride from chicago…” Andre leans in to kiss him softly. “I guess this is going to be a facetime kind of summer” "I'm sorry…I totally ruined the mood. its just been eating at me because this semester is almost over” “you didn’t ruin anything…just answered the question i’ve been too scared to ask.“ Andre hugs him close and presses play on the anime. How quiet he gets makes Dylan anxious. “Andre?” “yeah, baby?”

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

"Talk." Maya threw her bag on the bed and sat down next to it. "Some guys from a motorcycle club helped me. They had a shop. Fixed my bike. End of story." "Which motorcycle club?" "Does it matter?" "Yes it matters. There are like three different clubs in this city and they're all bad news." Riley crossed her arms and did her I'm not leaving until you tell me face. "Which one?" "Iron Wolves." Riley's eyes went huge. "Are you serious right now?" Damn!!!

The reason why he wasn’t responding or sending new gifts was because he had his mouth between my thighs, fucking me with his tongue while I squirmed. And I loved every second of it. We were still talking when the low rumble of a motorcycle cut through the street noise outside. My head lifted instinctively. A sleek black bike pulled up right in front of the restaurant. The rider swung a long leg over, removed his helmet, and ran a hand through his tousled hair. Speak of the devil.

I'd lost count since this morning's wake-up session in his bed. He smirked, reading my mind as always, his blue eyes darkening with promise. "Celebrate, huh? I like how you think, trouble." We hopped on his motorcycle parked at the edge of the lot, the chrome gleaming under the midday sun like a promise of speed and freedom. I climbed on behind him, my body molding to his like it was designed for it—chest pressed to his back, arms snaking around his waist to feel the hard ridges of his abs under his tee. The engine roared to life with a primal growl, vibrations humming between my legs in a way that was anything but innocent, reigniting the throb from our library escapade.

Veronica grinned under the visor of her brand spanking new pink and black helmet. Never in a million years would she ever have imagined herself on the back of a motorbike, clinging tightly to her very own bad boy, sex god. Pulses of need vibrated through her body as the bike moved underneath them, making her wish she had a little more room to squirm on the leather seat. She loved riding on top of Robert's Harley!

he says starting the motorcycle and I scoffed and held him more tightly. I could feel his abdominal muscles beneath his shirt. It was rock solid, like a brick wall. Blade revved the motorcycle and rode off into the street. The cool wind brushed my exposed skin and I continued pressing my hands closer to his abs. These things could stop a steel sword. The house disappeared behind us and my mind was too consumed by the feel of his abs to think about anything else. The motorcycle rode on at a moderate pace and I squeezed my eyes shut to keep the unwanted thoughts from filtering into my mind. Riding was by far, more satisfying than driving. It was almost like having endless freedom. I hadn't giv

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.

On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff. I heard every word, but none of it felt real. Dominic was careful. He feared that mountain road more than anyone. How could he overload the motorcycle in the rain? How could Marcus and his three friends all be on it at the same time? I fell to the ground beside Dominic and cried until my throat burned. He would never again come home covered in dust and tell me he had earned enough for dinner. He would never again pat the children’s heads and promise them better days.