Sexy Bikers Novels & Stories

That’s when Amelia saw it. Tucked in the inside pocket was a small, old patch. The color was faded. But she could still see the design—a snake coiled up with its fangs showing. And in big letters underneath: COBRAS MC. Amelia’s blood ran cold. She had seen enough TV shows to know that motorcycle clubs were about land and fighting. And if Lily was carrying a rival club’s patch… "Lily," she said carefully. "Where did you get this?" The little girl’s face went white again. "I... I found it. I wasn't supposed to keep it, but..." She started breathing fast again.

Felix shook, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes, Alpha. Yes, I swear, never again, Alpha,” he stammered, the words tripping over each other in his panic. I let go. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, hitting the dirt with a dull thud. He winced but he didn’t dare look up at me. “Pathetic,” I muttered under my breath. Then louder, I snapped, “The rest of you, get out of my sight.” The other bikers, who’d been loitering near the edge of the clearing, scattered immediately, relief written in every hurried step. They didn’t need to be told twice.

The building’s disposition appeared old and abandoned. Alessandro got out first, his shoulder spasming with unbearable pain rippling through. His countenance mirrored his misery. His pulse thrummed loudly in his ears as he scanned the church environment. Colin was tossed out next with Alaric pulling the Nanny out along with him. In that same moment, ten different Ducatis suddenly revved stealthily. Leather gloves, motorcycle helmets propped on their heads, streetwear—Bikers. Alessandro glanced over his shoulder, knuckles fisting until they blanched. Even before their leader pulled off the helmet to reveal his face, he already knew.

‘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

A set of bulky men with intimidating tattoos in leather jackets strode inside, their boots thudding against the worn floor. Bikers. My stomach tightened with fear. How will I survive ina bar filled with scary looking men in only a swim suit? I could see their eyes stealing glances at my direction. Fortunately, I noticed women trailing in behind them, laughing and brushing hair from windblown faces. Relief washed over me, and I was able to breathe again. Fair enough. The bartender raised a hand. “Sorry, folks, I’m closing up.” One of the bikers clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, man. You can spare two hours. This is our spot.”

“Saxon, are they all…?” “Heartless Bastards?” I laugh softly and squeeze her hand comfortingly. “Yes. All of them. But don’t worry. They may be a bit rough around the edge, but as long as you show them respect, they’ll show it to you.” Tammy nods, and I introduce her to a few of the guys. Some of them have girls who could best be described as “biker gang groupies” and have been in our orbit for as long as I can remember. Unlike Roxy, they know where they stand with these guys. None of them are looking for a ring, just a fast ride and a good time. They don’t even glance at Tammy as she passes. She might as well be invisible to them.

Especially the ones that were based in places like this. MC clubs with hot tattooed bikers who loved their women and weren't pigs. I thought it was a myth, until Gabriel and his friends showed up. Until then the only men around this club were men like Sam and Billy. Beer gutted with scraggly beards and yellow stained teeth.

Usually, those contained murders or kidnapping someone. The Southside Vipers, though, were a group of bikers dealing easy drugs to everyone who paid cash. They were recognized by other people by their attitude and black leather jackets that wore a symbol of a snake. Usually, for smoking, they sold simple weed and everything similar. Sometimes, high school students needed to get their hands on a few packs of cigarettes even, and they traded them, asking for an extreme amount of money, but the kids always went through. Northsiders had money to pay. Everyone knew that.

Sometimes I think he studies too hard. “Fuck off!” Logan snaps. “Maybe you should hold his hand or stroke his hair,” Enrique continues calmly, “In case the whole PTSD thing is flaring up again.” “Fucking jerks,” Damion murmurs. Does he really have PTSD? “He’s just on edge,” Jackson says. “We all are. It’s time.” Time? For what? “Hells yes,” Logan agrees. “When we’re back together, the San Francisco Boys ride again.” I’m one of a few who know who the famous SFB really are. Doing their death-defying stunts. Sharing it on their 400 billion subscriber channel

“But Knox can take you. You probably both good to get some air.” My heart did a complicated flip at the mention of Knox’s name. Rylan paused in the doorway. “You two can go tomorrow afternoon. I’ll clear it with the others, make sure the area’s secure first.” “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet. You’re taking the bike.” “The motorcycle?” My voice came out higher than intended. “Yep. It’s harder to track, and easier to maneuver if something goes wrong.” He smirked. “Besides, you’ve been on it before. Time to get over your fear.”