Sexy Bikers Novels & Stories

“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.

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.”

The bikers surrounded her, their huge cocks still hard, glistening from her juices. Blaze climbed on first, flipping her onto all fours. “My turn to wreck that ass.” He spat on her hole, then slammed in, his fiery red pubes tickling her skin as he buried himself balls-deep. Sable yelped, her back arching. Diesel slid underneath her, guiding his thick shaft into her pussy. Double penetration again, but this time with Blaze’s relentless pace, his hips slapping against her ass like thunder. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Diesel groaned, thrusting up to meet her.

Right now, I wanted all the names of the girls and boys living in that town. I needed both genders. From my research, most of the bikers were low-key gay men who wouldn’t come out of the closet but would touch young boys inappropriately. We live in a society where boys are not taken seriously when they talk about being abused or touched in the wrong places. As usual, the parents of these kids would never speak up. A biker was as deadly as a mafia mob. They were crazy gang members who wore vests and rode noisy bikes around town with no authorities to keep them in check. They’d do anything they wanted—sleep with different women, young and old, and men, young and old. They caused noise pollutio

The driver drove at a crazy speed trying to lose them. “Get down” Kincaid yelled at her before rolling down the window at his side. Serena vowed that if she escaped this, she would never complain of how ordinarily boring her life had become again. She did not want this kind of excitement. She wanted to go home. “Shit! Oh fuck shit!” she heard Bassett say and when she chanced a look out the window, the sound she had been hearing was not in her imagination. Masked bikers were rotating them, almost as if they were taunting their helplessness. Their sinister look was nothing compared to the pumping action guns in their hands even as they revved their bikes.

After breakfast, Sam and Drake got dressed and headed to the MC compound. Samantha followed Drake in her Jeep. He had decided to take his truck today, instead of his bike. When they drove up to the compound, Drake blew his horn and waited. Nothing happened. Samantha knew that something wasn't right. Just as Drake was getting out of his truck to investigate, a shot rang out. Then several shots. From many different guns. He heard women screaming. Kids were crying. Here could hear the bikers cussing. Somehow, someone had compromised the security of the compound and infiltrated it.

The world turned orange as the blast ripped through the silence, sending a shockwave that rattled my teeth. "GO!" Ruan bellowed. The Phantoms surged forward, a wall of black leather and chrome screaming into the light. Gunfire erupted—not the muffled thuds of the assassins, but the heavy, rhythmic roar of the bikers' weapons. It was a symphony of chaos. I watched from the ridge, my heart in my throat. I saw Ruan dive off his bike while it was still moving, sliding across the asphalt and firing his revolver with a precision that was haunting. He was a god of the road, a creature of fire and lead.

"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."