One Night With The Biker Novels & Stories

It was hard right away. "I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck over it." With a grin, I spit that out. I don't have time to chat with a one-night stand. When she stared at me, I knew she wanted me. I turned to look at her. I was abrasive and desirous of her. "Come with me!" Above the music, I roared. I couldn't drive. I contacted my driver, and he arrived promptly. "Hotel!" I gave instructions.

The light is so bright and the night air is so clear, that I can make out every last detail of the hunting party right down to the color of their eyes. I may not be in wolf form, but my wolf senses are as alert as ever. This is a fight I can win. Even six against one. But poor Jim doesn't know that. He looks terrified. I see the first two bikers. They are both big, burly men. I smell their anger and the scent of their aggression. The third biker is taller, with a wide belly, dark eyes, and dark hair. "Take the girl," a voice calls. The fourth biker says nothing.

Miss Admirer: How? My Hottie Biker: Today, I'm not fucking any woman. I'm alone tonight. Her eyes widened in surprise after reading his reply. This was the first time he hadn't been fucking any women at night, and she just couldn't believe it. Miss Admirer: Why? How can this be possible? She asked and desperately waited for his answer. My Hottie Biker: Because I wanted to talk to you, Miss Stalker. She squealed merrily, "oh my God, I just can't believe that he didn't fuck any woman tonight because he wanted to talk to me. I'll die out of shock."

Screams and shouts from the Philanthropists and Socialites echoed through the night sky as the impish Bokken Riders landed on the roof of the Harrison Galleries. Tires screech, rubber burned as the magical bikers crashed the party. "Shit," Warren revved his engine and pushed his bike a little faster, "Please tell me you've called the calvary." Warren groaned. His ride went airborne and crashed into the roof of the Harrison Galleries himself.

“They say that if the pipes are loud, ongoing traffic will hear them, but the sound from the exhaust goes straight out of the back end. All it does is make them go deaf prematurely—” “And piss pedestrians off,” Brennan grumbled. As the bike approached, I tilted my head to the side, recognizing that it wasn’t a Sunday rider on the back of it. “Biker,” Conor confirmed. “No tags,” I murmured. “Does there need to be? Nearest MC to us is the Sinners,” Brennan pointed out. “He’s not wearing a cut.” I lifted my cellphone and as the biker drove by, I snapped a photo, full frontal and a real beauty, then immediately sent it to Conor, whose own cell buzzed as he received it.

Something about him looked extremely different from the other men. What was wrong with this guy? Without wasting time, he positioned my body over his, making sure I was in control. At that moment, I was in the parking lot of a bar having sex with a man I met less than an hour ago. It was incredibly good. He took me to heaven without even taking me off the ground. This wasn’t the usual Mia Miller. But today, I would do anything. I just didn’t know how much tonight would change the course of my life.

She noticed Brenda stealing from the counter while the other server took some expensive drinks and began grooving at the music that was played on her phone. Her brows creased as she wondered why the clubhouse was a little empty. The bikers weren't around except the servers. When Brenda saw her, she rolled her eyes and whispered some words to the other server They stared at Amanda with disgust but all she did was ignore them . . After a while, the bikers returned from their bike race, looking all weary and sweaty. A loud roar and cheer pierced the Silence as they approached the clubhouse with smiles on their faces. So many girls clung onto Carl because he impressed everyone of them during the

CHAPTER 29 OLIVIA "I'm going with you," he pushed his chair back, standing up while I just watched. There was no way he was going to the biker's club with me. Once he went there, he would ruin all my plans. From the information I had gathered, bikers flock more to women who come to the club without any other partner. They conclude you must be single, and then they shoot their shots. But when you come there with a man, the majority of them would let you go and not speak to you. The ones who would engage would likely be the ones who disregard their morals and rules—probably the irresponsible ones.

“Oh. Thank you very much.” “I should get going.” The biker man said as he went on his bike and wore his helmet. “My journey is long. I believe yours is, too. Bye” The biker turned on his bike and zoomed off. Who was that? What a good man. I hope I meet him again sometime. I walk to the driver who was fast asleep. It was quite late anyway. I got back into the car and stayed up till I fell asleep. TAKI’S P.O.V.

And my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Nearly five bikes were circling us and this is not at all pleasing to the eyes. "Who the heck are they?" Nathan mumbled trying to look at them. All of those bikers wore helmets so it was hard to guess. It was past one in the morning, There might be some rogues from the local gangs but even so, this was something to give us a threat. One of the bikers stopped his bike right in front of the car and got down. My eyes flung open in shock when he removed his helmet and sneered at us.