Novel & Cerita Sexy Bikers

"It's the only place they're allowed to visit when they're passing through our lands without getting hunted down. It's basically sacred ground and a breeding ground for trouble. Do you see all of this?” I followed her gaze and raised a brow. My heart did a little flutter, but it wasn't from fear. It was excitement. There were so many motorcycles. More bikes than cars were lined up in the lot like a warning sign, all chrome and black leather and pure arrogance. I swallowed a laugh because Sofia actually gulped and pulled her coat tighter around herself like that would somehow save her from a room full of bikers. "At least that means the guys inside are hot," I said lightly, trying to tease he

I replied, also smiling as I waved at her retracting car. Once she was out of sight, I clutched my bag tightly, dragging a deep breath. I tried to get myself ready for the day ahead, but when I was about to turn to start heading in the direction of the college building, several girls surprisingly rushed out of the building like butterflies. “Oh my goodness, the Lykoria bikers are here!!” The girls around squealed happily while some of the guy's faces flattened, looking like some suckers. Curiosity got the better of me as I turned to see what they were all excited about and why the dudes paled down immediately after the girls started screaming.

Beautiful. Behind us, explosions. The facility collapsing. Imploding. Burning. Taking everything with it. Victoria. Rookie. Jax. All buried under tons of concrete and fire. We kept running. Away from the blast zone. To where Marco's army waited. Thirty bikers. Iron Serpents. Desert Reapers. Bratva soldiers. All watching the facility burn. We stopped. Caught our breath. Watched the place that had been our prison. Our hell. Collapse.

Macie argues. "Honey, I think there's more going on here. None of this feels right. You know I've been around bikers my whole life. They don't act like this. But I tell you who do act like this. Club whores, who are jealous bitches!" Kenzie explains. "Ok. Will you go with me?" Macie asks as a little hope enters her mind. "Just try and keep me from going!" Kenzie replies before hugging her tight. "Now shower and dress and let's go knock some sense in this man."

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

I knew the lifestyle they had, I loved it also furthermore I have actually dated bikers before and I think I can say, I understood the rules of it. Something about these particular bikers was very different though, It wasn’t just a bunch of dumb kids having fun rather It was something much more than that especially because the sex was mind-blowing and the time I spent with them all outside of the bedroom had great weight and I trusted them with some pretty intimate details of my life also including the good, bad, and ugly then most importantly, I have shared my dreams with them and they had done nothing but support me. I guess part of me felt like I’d earned a little more trust than they wer

I snapped looking around just then a gang of bikers approached all dressed in black leather jackets and black jeans. Is that my clue? I heaved a sigh of relief- "Brenda!!! Get back here!" Mama's voice boomed from behind me and I took off instantly, The bikers had their helmets on and I waved for them to stop. "Stop! Wait!" I yelled and the one in the center stopped. "Why the fuck did you take so long?!" I smacked his shoulder and mounted the bike wrapping my arms around his waist, his body was as hard as a rock packed with muscles and I wondered where Vidia got him from.

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...

I wasn't sure who it was but somebody around here knew a biker club and next thing we knew these scary men and women were riding on motorcycles and taking residence in our town. They wore sleeveless jackets with lots of different color patches in the front and a logo on the back that was meant to scare everybody and called themselves The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club.

“If anything goes wrong, we need to act fast.” Minutes passed and then all of a sudden the sound of roaring engines filled the air. I turned my head quickly to look over at a group of bikers pulling into the parking lot. They were rough-looking, wearing leather jackets, covered in tattoos, and their sunglasses hid their eyes. A guy who looked about six feet tall with a scar running from his eye down his cheek stepped up next to me and said, “Looks like you’re lost little girls.” The other guys laughed behind him. I stared at him, expressionless. “No thanks, I’m good.”