Sexy Bikers Novels & Stories

The men at the pool table laugh loudly, along with a few people sitting in booths by the other wall. I lean over the table with a smile I can't hide, "Sebastian, this is so exciting!" I whisper. "Um...what?" "The bikers! I've never seen bikers up close like this before," I sit back down and stare at the dangerous men. "This is so amazing! They're all so tall and dirty!" "Leslie, are you serious? You shouldn't be fascinated by a bunch of bikers," Sebastian says, judging me with his eyes.

And the first encounter was unforgettable. There's a bike parked in front of the mansion and I got on it. I was playing on the bike, suddenly someone pushed me off of the bike. I cried out and when I looked back, I first met Artemis. He's a twenty-four years old guy with a nastiest mind, deadly handsome face and figure and hot temper. From the beginning, he couldn't tolerate me at all. He wasn't happy that his father married my mother. But he wasn't like that toward my sister.

The light is so bright and the night air is so clear, that I can make out every last detail of the hunting party right down to the color of their eyes. I may not be in wolf form, but my wolf senses are as alert as ever. This is a fight I can win. Even six against one. But poor Jim doesn't know that. He looks terrified. I see the first two bikers. They are both big, burly men. I smell their anger and the scent of their aggression. The third biker is taller, with a wide belly, dark eyes, and dark hair. "Take the girl," a voice calls. The fourth biker says nothing.

I leaned into the first turn, feeling tires skid slightly, and for a heartbeat, I was a pure predator of speed, control, dominance. As we were riding, I gave the signal to my men, and they started bumping Draven’s bikers, scraping them, forcing them off balance. I gritted my teeth, feeling a surge of twisted satisfaction. Draven’s men cursed and swerved, some barely keeping their bikes upright.

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.”