Romance Biker Books Novels & Stories

The air is sharp against my skin, but the heat in Roman’s gaze more than makes up for it. “Keys,” he growls. I toss mine at him. He catches them, then tosses his own back. “No head start.” “Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” We move at the same time, him for my bike, me for his Ducati. The engine roars to life beneath me, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my clit. I don’t bother with a helmet. Fuck that. I want the wind, the speed, the risk. I want to feel every second of this, even if it kills me.

The boss is going to have his hands full. They both laugh, and the other one replies. 'Adoro quel look da biker girl. Non mi dispiacerebbe metterla sul retro della mia Harley e infilare la mia lunghezza nella sua stretta.' [Love that Biker chick look. Wouldn't mind getting her on the back of my Harley and slipping my length into her tightness.]

She stopped and stared as it slowed, almost coming to a stop right beside her. She covered her mouth with her gloved hand, biting on a knuckle to refrain from screaming. Her heart raced, her stomach twisted, and her chest tightened until she couldn't breathe. Don't pass out. Her legs felt like jelly and her knees trembled. She gaped at the rider who sat on the bike as if he'd been born there. Anyone could see he had lots of miles under his belt. His huge red helmet had a tinted face guard so she couldn't see his face. He wore jeans and worn cowboy boots. His leather bomber jacket covered most of a black plaid flannel shirt. She sensed him. She knew in her heart. Dillon was back.

The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near. Scarface gulped audibly but still tried to appear brave. “You think you can intimidate me?” he asked with a shaky voice. I bared my teeth. “I don’t think. I know.” The air around us grew hard, and then before I could utter another word, one of the bikers launched himself at me. But I was faster, catching his upraised arm and flipping him onto his stomach with a twist before slamming his front half against the truck. The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior.

I dried my hands on a towel and walked to the window, telling myself I was being dramatic. Rain had started falling, big fat drops hitting the glass. The streetlights made everything look blurry and yellow. And then I saw it. Matte-black Harley, silver claw marks scratched into the tank exactly like the ones I just painted today. Exactly like the ones Knox put on my old bike when we were seventeen and stupid in love. The bike slowed down… circled once… twice… then rolled to a stop right in front of my building. My stomach dropped to my feet. The rider sat there for a second, rain pouring off his helmet. Then he reached up, pulled it off slow, and shook out wet black hair.

At that time when they were racing, he had faintly glanced at the rider right behind him and remembered his eyes. "Yes, it's him," Angela said proudly and Julian smiled. "I'm glad you got a biker boyfriend. It was on your wishlist," He mused as Angela paused before nodding with a light smile. They said their goodbyes and he walked off, Angela and Luca got in the car. "So, you wanted a biker dude?" Luca's voice was edgy and angry. "Yeah?" she said hesitantly, and it almost sounded like a question. "I would've killed that guy," He grumbled in surfacing rage as he roared the car to life.

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He was fucking adoring everything about her. She was completely absorbed in him, resting her head on his back and her lips were drawn up into a contented smile. The cold wind was caressing her face and sending chills down her spine, and his exquisite fragrance was driving her insane. Everything about this moment was special to her, and she could never forget her first ride with her hottie biker. 'I'm falling in love with my hottie biker more and more. This ride with him is a dream come true moment; I'm feeling like I'm flying through the air.' He felt so good as she gripped him tighter in joy.

‘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

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.