Sexy Bikers Novels & Stories

“You really are determined to destroy everything your father built.” Anger flared through my chest. “You grabbed me.” He tilted his head. “You slapped me verbally in front of half the city.” “That is not the same.” “No,” he agreed calmly. “It isn’t.” He turned to face me. “But what your little biker friend did inside? That is.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. Adrian watched me carefully. “You should know something about men like him,” he said. “What?” “They don’t survive in my world.”

They were probably just as concerned as I was when I went drinking with Christian last night. And broke the single unspoken rule our friend group has managed to keep for years. Never talk about Damien’s business to Christian. Never talk about Christian’s business to Damien. Simple rule. Apparently impossible for me to follow after a few drinks. Bloody hell, Sebastian. Why must your tongue loosen the second alcohol enters the system? Damien is crouched beside the bike, practically covered in grease. His shirt is gone, tossed somewhere on the floor. The sight of his back still unsettles me.

"Helmets on, guys. We're going for a ride." We left before dawn. Grayson appeared in the parking lot with a truck he'd apparently rented or borrowed or acquired by other means, loaded with enough supplies for a week, looking like a very large man who had understood the assignment. The twins went into their bike seats — one per Harley, helmets on, the four of them arranged like a very small tactical convoy. The black Harley leading. The red one beside it. Grayson's truck bringing up the rear.

I whispered as I leaned close to him, my voice dripping with desire. X exceeded all my expectations. He effortlessly spun me around, gripping the handlebars as I held on for dear life. The roar of the motorcycle was nothing compared to the sound of our bodies colliding in a frenzy of pleasure. And when I questioned how he managed to keep us from crashing, X only smirked and whispered something about his incredible balance and stamina.

My cock hardens as she sucks me down her throat. "That is right choke on my cock",I ordered and she moaned around me. "Prez line two",I grunt as I answer. "Sebastian I got new product be by later to show you",Spencer our drug and gun man says before hanging up. Yes we dealt gun, drugs, sex and fights to make money. Was our fathers proud? Yes and no but when I was handed the alpha position I already loved the biker lifestyle so I created my club and we are the richest and most powerful biker club in the United States. Savage is a close second. Lisa sucks my cock and fondled my balls making me groan. I began thrusting in her mouth and feel my cock tingle. I was about to cum down her throat.

This was the perfect spot for all sorts of crimes, including those animal attacks that have been all over the news recently. I shuddered at the very thought, remembering the images that have been spreading all over the internet. Maybe they weren’t animal attacks at all. Panic began to set in as I realized that I was in some serious trouble. I could tell from the matching jackets that these bikers were part of some gang. They were also people I didn’t want to mess with.

Or maybe it was just the fact that she looked tired. But I knew her type. There had always been a line drawn down the middle of the two types of women, Bikers attracted. The girls who would never be anything other than be a warm hole to fill and then there were the women who claimed the title of old lady or daughter. “Is he here or not?” I kept my polite smile in place but my voice had turned steely. “Actually don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I know where he sits.”

My chest felt too small to hold my lungs. The flag girl raised her arm. Engines screamed. The flag dropped. And the night exploded. Jeremy shot forward like a bullet. Zayne wasn’t a step behind. They carved into the first turn so fast the tires screamed against asphalt, smoke spitting into the air. The other bikers were no match but they were close behind them. The crowd roared. I couldn’t even breathe, watching two men I had been intimately involved with risking themselves in fire and steel.

THE BIKER KING CALLS Despite how dangerous the atmosphere of the room felt, dinner was… quiet. Arthur stretched subtly in his seat, looking over at the plates set neatly on the long wooden table stretching through the center of the room. A single overhead light glinted off the rim of his glass as he sipped on his wine. Slowly, he looked around at the plain walls and the men standing at the dark corners of the room. A few had their arms folded, others rested their hands behind their backs. Every time they moved, their leather jackets would lift, revealing guns tucked into waistbands and knives strapped to their thighs. None of them spoke. None moved unless Victor told them to.

It is very sweet to see. The men are big, burrely six foot plus bad ass bikers.But when you pay attention to them. They are actually perfect for each other. The women are on the shorter side by at least a foot and curvy. Much like myself. But for each couple it worked. You could see just by watching that the men are completely devoted to their women. I found I was curious as to how each couple got together.