Sexy Bikers Novels & Stories

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."

I looked up, slowly pulling away from him. "What's going on with you? Can't you see we're at work? What if someone sees us and spreads rumors?" I asked him. He nodded, "Why didn't I think of that?" i expected him to behave but he just took my hand and dragged me to the main area where the boys are the bikers club hang out. They were already there discussing something when we arrived. They all stood up on seeing us and I felt embarrassed. "Good morning everyone. I'm here to clear a misunderstanding." Leo started, "As of today, this woman is mine. This means she is off limits to everyone and you'll all die if you dare covet her."

PRESENTLY... My biker Boy Fantasies, that was what everyone was calling it. Everywhere Elias went, people's gaze followed her. She was the hottest topic in school right now, and she's never felt more vulnerable in her life. People made fun of her as she walked by. They called her all sorts of names and a few stood out to her especially 'Pervy Nerd' 'Hardcore Hottie' 'Kaelen's number one fan' 'Miss XXX rated'

"It is everywhere. Simultaneous raids across seventeen states. Every major independent club. All being arrested for weapons trafficking, narcotics distribution, money laundering." Subject Seven moved to the window. "This is not coincidence. This is coordinated elimination. The boy is using federal law enforcement to dismantle every organization that could provide resistance." "Why bikers specifically?" Rebecca demanded. "Why target clubs?" "Because you are organized. Mobile. Independent of government oversight. You have communication networks that bypass standard surveillance. You have resources and loyalty structures that make you dangerous to centralized control." I pulled up my own phone.

Never in such a manner. We have enemies, yes, but only a fool would attack the clubhouse knowing that the club is filled with highly trained bikers, not only that, some members are former military and they know how to fight. But this feels and smells like a massacre. I jump out of my bike and Hera is already off of it. " What the hell?" She whispers and her words are enough to make my blood boil. I run forward, heading to the entrance of the clubhouse. The sight before me is enough to have me freeze.

My leather jacket felt too tight suddenly, constricting around my chest. I wanted to touch his hair badly, wanted to listen to him ramble all day long or watch him smile. He didn't know it, but I liked him a lot, and it was driving me crazy. We might be Alphas from different Packs, but we were all working for one person in the Bikers association, and we might take over from the old hag if we did our job right. But we were slacking lately, and folks from Summer West were the ones taking control.

They knew that meant if they gave her trouble, they'd be out of the club for good. It was Friday evening and Jocelyn, Lainey, Corina, Tricia, LaShelle, and Miranda were sitting at a table talking and continuing to get to know each other. "We know the basics, you were dating a guy and broke up with him, then he killed himself. And now his family is after you. There's got to be more to this. Like how did your family not know who he was kin to?" LaShelle asked. "Yeah, Biker families always vet any guys or girls any of the clubs date, especially their kids." Tricia replied.

Misogynist bikers could have my middle finger. They lowered their cigarettes, eyes narrowing at me. Ignoring them, I kicked out the Harley's stand and lifted my leg over the side. I'd reluctantly put on skinny-jeans instead of my preferred fishnets and miniskirt before leaving, but only because Merrick wouldn't let me on his bike while my "sexy legs" were at risk. I continued to ignore the other bikers as I filled the tank with gas. My nostrils flared at the scent of them, finally getting gutsy enough to come over. As they approached, I caught a whiff of them and realized who they were.

We were so damn busy fighting within ourselves that we were forgetting the real fucking enemies. As I made a left onto Leilani’s block, I spotted something a bit back: two guys on bikes, riding side by side. Not too close but not too far away, they made me give them a double take. I rode past Leilani’s place just to be careful. They were probably two fucking suburban dads out for a ride in their leathers. But instead of pulling past me eventually like I expected, they stuck a car or two back, tailing me. Fuck. I realized that these were two fucking bikers following us, not some regular assholes out for a ride on a nice day.

"Sedatives for both of you if needed. The empathy connection goes both ways—if you flood her, you'll feel it too." "Good point." I hadn't considered that. "Okay, medical support standing by. What else?" "Transportation." Cass taps the table. "We're not showing up in regular cars. We arrive on bikes, full pack colors, making a statement." "I like it." Ryder grins. "Show them we're not ashamed of who we are." "Wardrobes." Luna looks at me. "You need something that walks the line between formal pack Luna and badass biker queen. Elegant but dangerous."