Jax Teller's Bike Romane & Geschichten

Hours later, we reached Moon pack and we all parked our bikes by the side of an oak but had to wait for Sunny and Jax to arrive. They weren't too far from the oak tree where we stood. Finally, they got to us and I saw the way Jax jumped down from the bike and flexed his muscles. “ You two took the whole day,” Tyler said to Jax and Sunny, who later joined us by the side of the tree. Jax pulled his helmet off and brushed his hair backwards. “ What's next, Ghost?” He asked, his eyes locked to mine. This was the first time we would speak since the beginning of the day yet, there was no difference in the way he spoke to me.

He made his way to the bay that they kept the bikes in during winter and saw that he was one of the last to show up. "Apparently, I'm late. Sorry guys." "Nah," Travis Steele, the information officer, smirked as he walked up to Jagger. "We're all still waitin' on Liam to get here." "He's goin' on the run? He hasn't gone on one since they found out Denise is pregnant." "Yeah, to tell you the truth, I think he's getting on her nerves." Jagger laughed, "I can see that." He took a seat on his bike, waiting for the ride to start, and pulled his personal cell phone out of his pocket. Besides his bike, his one luxury was an iPhone, and he loved it. Seeing that he had a text from Bianca, he smiled.

Jarek "Man, that was insane." Daniel claps my back as he joins me outside in the bike garage, "You stopped in the mid-transition, man." He blows his cheeks and shakes his head. We run a garage and fix both cars and bikes. Ryder is the one who runs a garage, but from time to time, we all love getting our hands dirty while fixing the bikes. Currently, I am trying to fix an old bike that a boy brought to us. It was his dad's first bike, and even he wanted to learn to ride on this bike.

His wolf is close to the surface, silver swirling in his irises, and I can feel my own peeking back at him. He’s still staring at me as I climb off of him and back over to the passenger seat, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. “Damn you’re sexy,” Jax grumbles, raking his eyes up and down my body. I’m completely naked save for my camel-colored knee-high riding boots and my little black panties, which are still pushed over to the side. I look down at myself and chuckle softly, thinking how I finally put these ‘riding boots’ to good use.

She replied, smiling. "We'll be home soon. My place or yours?" he asked. "Yours, and before you head swells at that answer, I left my car there. Remember? But, I think I would chose your place, anyway." She replied before laying her head on his back, knowing that they were almost to his place. Drake slowed down as he reached the turn off to his property. Suddenly, the hair on his neck was standing on end. Something was wrong. "Sam, something is wrong. I don't know what it is, but I want you to reach in the saddlebag under your right leg and hand me the pistol in there." Drake had slowed his bike to buy time.

Meanwhile, Xyla went to check his bike if it was still intact and said “The bike is damaged beyond repairs" I knew we couldn't fix it so i went to my pigeon hole and took out some cash and gave him, he rejected it but i forced him cause i knew it could solve his problems for that week including feeding him and getting a new bike. So, he took it and then thanked me as he walked away with his bag, leaving his damaged bicycle. We got into the car, and Xyla began her usual tantrum. “You see! All this could have been avoided if you'd just let me drive"

“But I need you to swear that it’ll stay between us.” Jax arches a brow, his curiosity piqued. He brings a hand up to his chin, cradling it between his thumb and forefinger. “Alright…” he says tentatively, studying me. “What’s going on, man?” I blow out a breath. “So I’ve been trying to talk this girl into going for a ride on my bike. She keeps saying no, but I figured that if I got her a jacket like mine, maybe that’d help her come around. And since you have sisters, I thought you could help me pick something that a chick would actually wear.”

Not her. She bit her full lower lip, cheeks flushing pink under the parking lot lights of the deserted roadside bar. “I… I told you. My friends dared me to get a ride from the scariest biker I could find tonight. But I didn’t expect…” Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge straining my jeans, then flicked back up quickly. “You’re huge.” A slow grin spread across my face. I stepped closer, crowding her against the warm metal of my bike. “Name’s Jax. And yeah, I’m big everywhere, baby. You gonna tell me your name before I decide how I’m gonna fuck you?”