One Night With The Biker Novels & Stories

I said to them, pleased that my voice didn’t tremble. “It’s pretty dangerous walking around alone late at night,” the same biker said. He was getting off his bike, as was everyone else. “I don’t want any trouble…” I said, my voice coming out as only a whisper. “Well, what a coincidence. We don’t want any trouble either,” another one of the bikers said, stepping closer to me. “We just want to talk. There’s no crime in talking, is there?” “It’s very late,” I said to them, trying to step away, but I stepped into another biker that stood behind me.

Like it was built to keep people out. As we walk, I notice the others. Men scattered along the grounds, some near motorcycles parked in neat rows. The sound of an engine roars in the distance, and I turn to see a group of riders speed past the gates. Black leather jackets, helmets, the glint of chrome. My chest tightens. A biker gang. I don’t need anyone to explain it to me. The signs are all here. The mansion. The heavy security. The bikes. This client is definitely not a regular person.

I use to hear that the bikers men are dangerous, but fuck… I was too horny to care about safety now. I wore the helmet, placed my right foot on the passenger foot peg, swiped my other leg over and sat behind him. “Hold me tightly,” he ordered. I wrapped my arms around him. Ronan ignited his bike. “The first to get to the penthouse would be the first person to claim her cunt.” He sped off.

she said. She walked toward the door. She stepped into the hallway and Wendy heard her footsteps on the stairs and she came back out of the shock enough to follow her, to the doorway, to the sidewalk, where the biker was already at her bike, picking it up off the pavement and testing the handlebars. "Why—" Wendy said, and stopped. Her voice was not quite working. "Why did you do that?" "It seemed like you needed an escape," the biker said. She swung her leg over the bike and settled into the seat and looked at Wendy with those golden eyes. "I don't like people who don't take no for an answer."

She stared first at the bite mark still red and swollen on my neck, then at the way Rico’s body curved instinctively around mine, then at the faint emerald gold shimmer that sometimes leaked between our joined hands. “We rode without sleep,” she said, voice cracked from cold and exhaustion. “Two moons. We saw the blood before it spilled.” My knees nearly gave. Rico caught me arm banding my waist like iron. “Flame?” The word tore out of me small, raw. Laura met my eyes unflinching.

Guards surrounded her like an impenetrable wall, her beauty radiating like diamonds under the sun. Evanora was the epitome of elegance, admired even among the most celebrated stars, but behind that flawless exterior lay a heart that had endured unimaginable pain. "Hey, guys, sorry I'm late, but I had to—" Her words froze mid-sentence as her eyes locked onto a figure she had tried to forget for months. The man she had a one night stand with.... Seated like a king, he exuded an aura of authority, a lit cigarette held lazily between his fingers. His head tilted to the side, and an infuriatingly smug smirk played on his lips, a glint of mischief in his piercing gaze.

‘Mervon loved her like a mother, well, maybe an older sister. She thought with a wry grin, the truth of the matter was she saw Mervon as the daughter she would never have because she loved Xavier with all her heart and soul, but he had never looked at her in that way. Loretta had been forced to watch him take woman after woman to his bed, listening as he gave them the pleasure she longed for. Lying in her lonely bed and pleasuring herself dreaming of the day it was his hands, his fingers, his hard cock ramming into her. It had never happened, he saw her only as a friend, someone useful to him because of her ‘female’ skills, especially with his daughter. Her devotion to him never wavered, and

"You wear it tonight, and you wear it every single night until I say otherwise. Understood?" I swallowed hard and slipped my arms through the large armholes. The rich, intoxicating scent of him—expensive leather, fresh tobacco smoke, and a faint, clean cologne—wrapped around me completely. It felt like a warm, heavy blanket. It felt like a claim. Several bikers standing nearby saw what happened. They broke out into loud whistles and wide grins. One older, rugged-looking guy raised his glass of beer toward us in a mock toast, smiling at Stone's quick move.

****Derek**** Tonight was a good night. My bachelor party was the best and my buddies paid for some hot chick to keep us company. They were so eager to get some stick in their hole. We went to a club to drink and dance. The girls are so eager there and they know that we have money. After that, we went into a Casino to gamble. I won ten thousand and it makes my whole day happier. I keep looking at my phone from time to time waiting for her to call me. She might miss me or be curious about how my evening is going.

Before they could realize what is happening, almost all of the bikers are dead. Just then, the lights came back on. Now the mansion is snatched away from the bikers who invaded it. "Ey, did you kill that asshole?" one of the bikers yelled from downstairs, unknown of the situation on the top floor. Nero and Reed casually leaned over the railing and gave the biker a sinister smile. "That asshole is our friend. Only we get to kill him. Idiots like you shouldn't even think about hurting him" Nero muttered before shooting that biker mercilessly.