Sexy Bikers Novels & Stories

Mom was begging the same guy who’d raped me and targeted me. “Come on, let’s go.” I didn’t fight when Lucas led me to the car, then we drove off. Mom was still with Becky. When we got home, Lucas walked me inside. I couldn’t think straight at all. I needed to know what the hell was really going on. “Listen to me, Casey. Stay away from Becky. He’s dangerous. He’s a drug dealer, he rapes women, he does all kinds of chaotic shit… “ I stared blankly at Lucas. “Aren’t all bikers like that?”

All the bikers nodded their heads, giving glances to one another. I was the only one wearing my helmet again, so no one would know who I am. I'm pretty sure they know I'm a girl because of how my boobs and ass look, but they said nothing. The sound of gunshots brought me out of my thoughts, and with that, all the bikers started their engines. I couldn't help but giggle when 'Speed' roared to life, and then we all went off.

I shut the door back with a loud thud just like earlier. As I made my way out of the garage, few people greeted me here and there which was awkward because I didn’t want them to respect me just because I was Ryker’s wife. Fake wife. I want to earn the respect on my own. The world of the bikers was another story to tell. They looked dangerous with the tattoos on their faces and bodies and then the black outfits they wore. As if they were some sort of cult members.

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.

Why won't they? He is a moderately built and heavily inked lad with strikingly cool features, like a deity. He had chiseled jawline, flawless white skin, deep blue eyes and a nice crew cut, which suited his face perfectly. He was the epitome of perfection itself and one of the famous sexiest bikers in college. Carl was his rival because they both have the same talent, good looks and a few similar qualities. “I know it's Jade…” Carl growled amidst clenched teeth when he saw the faces of one of the bullies.. “That two-timing asshole! She almost got me laid a few weeks ago.”

He made me feel brave and safe, and I had been so desperate to hold onto it, I’d even let myself feel attracted to him, forgetting the most important thing. All bikers are condescending assholes! And they’d never see a whore as anything other than a cunt to fuck! I turned on the shower and muffled the sobs into my hand...

I exhaled slowly, when his finger touch my cheek. “Can you take me home?” “I don’t know where your house is,” he replied. “Maybe you can give me an address… or I can take you on my bike.” My eyes widened instantly. “You have a bike?” He smirked slightly. “It’s right this way.” He led me to where an elegant, nightshade, black bike was packed. His bike was a damn beauty, and from looking at it, I could tell it cost quite a pinch. “It’s beautiful,” I said, smiling brightly as I ran my finger over the machine.

“That was a long time before I ever met Tessa. Don't you dare bring that old shit up in front of me again.” Siren shrugged her leather shoulders carelessly, but her green eyes gleamed with a dangerous wave of pure challenge. “I am just reminding your memory of exactly what you used to like in a woman, Prez. You used to want a real woman who could ride hard on the road, fight hard in the dirt, and fuck even harder at night. No training wheels required for a woman like me.” She turned her face toward me, giving me one last mocking, false smile. “No offense meant to you, sweetheart, of course.” Before Stone could open his mouth to respond to her insult or pull his weapon, she turned around on h

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.