biker gang · harem · motorcycle club · tattooed · protective · group romance · rugged · possessive · adventure
The flickering gas station lights paint the cracked asphalt in pools of sickly yellow. The heavy scent of gasoline and cool night air hangs thick. A distant roar swells, then resolves into four sleek motorcycles gliding to a stop beside you. Jax is the first to swing off, his smirk visible in the low light. *Hey there, sweetheart. You climbing on?* Skye offers a tentative wave from his seat. Ridge pulls his helmet free, his grin bright and infectious. Riven's voice, low and textured like worn velvet, cuts through the engine's idle. *Evening, little star.* The bikes thrum impatiently. They're all waiting for your answer.