Sexy Bikers Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me." He looked at my dress, then at the cars speeding toward us. He let out a low whistle. "A runaway bride. That’s a new one." "Take me with you. Please. I’ll do whatever you want." The guy, his name tag said AXEL, looked me up and down. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. "Whatever I want? That’s a big promise, " "Just drive!" He didn't ask twice. He kicked the bike into gear. "Hold on tight."

Sometimes I wondered if she was just playing dumb or she really didn't know he was crushing on her hard. Unless she was blind that is. I knew I was crossing a line still I shook my head, reaching back into the cross necklace for another cigarette since the first one was destroyed only to curse under my breath. Fucking hell. One cigarette. That was all I’d managed to sneak. I threw my head back. “Fucking shit.” Now I needed another distraction to get my mind off this unpleasant sight so bad. A girl in a tiny bikini snuck up behind me, sliding her hands down my bare shoulders, massaging slowly. I groaned low in my throat. When I turned, it was Jessica.

as long as his life isn't in danger. Again I looked at the scene. The entrance to the club was animated by the many increasingly roaring roars of the engines. Some of the bikers got off their motorbikes while others were still astride them, looking fierce and their weapons clearly visible under their leather jackets where piles of well-shaped muscles could be seen. Their extremely tattooed skin didn't help their threatening postures. I suppose that's the desired effect because everything about them exuded danger...

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"

It had to be a sin for 3 gorgeous women to be together like that he thought. Jaxton also thought this is the beginning of a sexy joke, a brunette, blonde, and redhead walk into a biker bar. “Trouble times 3 just walked in the door. Alert the officers,” Jaxton told Ice. “Are those the girls Cowboy invited?” Ice asked. “Got to be, spread the word the brunette is off limits she's going to be fucked by me first.” Jaxton ordered. “Small tits, but a nice ass you can grip. Nice pieces all 3 are, but redheads are my thing,” Ice grinned.

"That's some serious stakes. Alright. My boys will hold the stairwell. Keep Reeves's people and those crazy experiment things off your back. You get what you need. Then we all get the hell out. Deal?" "Deal." The bikers positioned themselves. Creating a defensive perimeter. They looked ridiculous. Motorcycle gang in a high-tech facility. But they moved with military precision. These were not random criminals. These were soldiers. Organized. Disciplined. "Where did you learn combat tactics?" Damien asked Garrett.

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.

The two drivers opened their doors and got out, walking towards me as well. “We don’t want any trouble, we are just lackeys in everything.” They held up their hands in surrender, holding still as I stalked past them to the van. I swung open the side door, its hinges protesting loudly. There was nothing inside except for road block equipment, vests, and someone’s half eaten sandwich. “Son of a bitch!” I slammed the door home and turned to the two wolves. I knew they were Black Haven, the stench of licorice was strong on them. The two bikers had joined the others, more than likely feeling safety in numbers. They were slight and about a good half foot or more shorter than me, making them as mor

Elias still owned my body on contract—but here, under neon lights and tequila haze, I wanted to be reckless, disobedient, and mine. “Of course,” I answered firmly. “Just tell me what to do.” They step closer to me. “Let's see if you will be able to survive tonight.” Fuck. These men though. Before I knew what was happening, we were already outside the bar, the parking lots and then Soren handed me a yellow helmet. “Strap it on,” he ordered, mounting his bike. My body trembled slightly. They were bikers?! I use to hear that the bikers men are dangerous, but fuck… I was too horny to care about safety now.

That was much precious to me more than anything and I did not want to disappoint Xena. The motorbikes were fourteen in number and they surrounded my vehicle in a circle. Their bikes were loud. I grunted with suddenly as Xena sucked me hard and slow, I am almost swerved the Humvee of the road. The bikers got closer to my vehicle trying to tighten me in their circle. To other victims this tactic would have been effective in instilling fear but to me, this tactic was stupid and predictable.