Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 10

Maxine POV

The shed will be perfect. I can get all Grandpa’s machines set up, and it will be used again, just like

he would have wanted. Dad never wanted anything to do with what was in that shed, and when he got the house, he threatened to throw it all down the dump, even though it had been willed to me. The lawyer was the only saving grace, stopping him from doing something stupid, and my renting the storage shed was a solution to it. Now the gear will get used as it should be. It was wasting away in that shed.

“Stay, it’s late, and if you insist on going home, I will have to follow you to make sure you get home safely, and I really don’t want to get on my bike this late at night,” Tank said softly.

Like that was the real reason he didn’t want me to go, for my safety?

I bet they have been on their bikes, blind drunk, and late at night, not thinking of their safety. I know I have been out on my bike in the early hours of the morning, over-tired and not safe to be riding, but I needed the wind in my face and space to think.

“I agree, Tank has had a few beers, and it’s not safe, stay,” Prez added, slapping Tank on the back as he passed by us, lending his support in the argument, before entering the building before us.

Not that I was arguing, more like an internal debate.

I had held off giving myself to my boyfriend because I wasn’t ready yet, and he didn’t push. When I was ready, it was too late. So what am I waiting for?

Would the guy who takes the V card really care that it was him -something to brag about, maybe?

The girls all were pushing for me to be with Tank, and he did make me feel comfortable around him, like I was already his, and he treated me with care. More attention in one night from him than I had in ages from my own ex-boyfriend. But we only just officially met. Even the Prez was happy about me being with Tank.

I was coming out of the bathroom, down the hall, not the one for visitors, but one the patch members use, when I heard him tell Tank not to stuff it up and to treat me right; losing me would hurt the whole gang. To claim me before any of the others try to. You know it’s time to put the past behind you.

Why were they pushing Tank so hard?

What did he have in his past that made him shy away from women?

I was intrigued -now I wanted to know: was it like me -a cheating girlfriend? Or something else, but what?

“Please stay, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I would feel better if you were in my arms tonight.” He pushed a little harder. As we entered the building, he was holding my hand, and once inside, he waited at the bottom of the stairs, hopeful for my answer.

“Okay,” I whispered, time to do something different -hoping for a romantic night with the one I love for the first time -was out the window for me. The smile that bloomed on his face was priceless; you would think I just gave him a new bike.

He led me up to the top floor and down a long, empty hallway. There was a window at each end of the hallway, and small ground-level night lights outside each door. He stopped at a door and placed his hand on a square on the wall. It lit up green, and the lock clicked open.

He pushed the door open and stood to one side to let me in.

Such a gentleman. I rarely got that with my ex, even in the early days of dating.

Damn, hope I am not going to keep comparing him to my ex all the time, that’s exhausting, and unproductive. Grandpa would be clipping me behind my ears if he heard me talking to myself like this.

His room, as he called it, was bigger than my flat above the shop.

It was comfortable, with all the mod cons, definitely all male, with the dark curtains, and bike doona cover and matching pillows. A carpet mat by the large king-size bed, of the ghost rider, one that was made popular after some movie, can’t remember the name, and it was not what I had expected to see. I wondered briefly if they were gifts from a girlfriend, as it would be something most girls might think a guy would like, but they pushed it away. Some guys might like this stuff.

Not for me, though, and I am a little shocked at it to be honest, thought men liked plain stuff on their beds, but then what do I know, I haven’t exactly been in a lot of men’s rooms, even my ex didn’t let me in his.

I walked to the window and moved the curtain to look out. You could see the car park and, in the distance, the main gate, which still had a guard nearby.

The door clicked shut, closing off the thump of the music that was still going on downstairs. I am told it will go all night. They had visiting members from another club staying the night, not that I paid that much attention to the visitors; they were polite to us at the table I sat at. No one would cause trouble around the Prez’s woman.

Turning I looked at Tank who had moved to sit on the bed and was removing his shoes, I looked at the huge bed and tilted my head, as I took it in, the bed was custom made, and would most likely be why he had a top floor special room, he needed the bigger room for this bed, it was a good foot longer than most beds, to accommodate his six foot, eight, or maybe nine inches of all man, he removed his shirt, causing my eyes to look at his toned body, he had muscles on his muscles, no wonder he had no trouble lifting one of the motor cycle engines for me, he was wow.

I couldn’t peel my eyes off his chest as he stood up and removed his jeans. My mouth went dry as I soaked in the eye candy before me.

A chuckle pulled me from my ogling.

“Wipe your chin, you are drooling.”

I wiped my mouth without hearing what he was saying, and then blushed when his laugh became louder at my action. Placing my hands on my hips, ready to give him a serve, and all that came out was.

“Do you blame me?” I squeaked out, instead of the strong voice I had intended to use. Surprising me with my tone, I sounded all breathy.

Tank groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

“You going to sleep in your jeans?” He pulled the blankets back and climbed in, sitting there waiting.

“Come on, there’s plenty of room.” He patted the side of the bed next to him, and I could feel my blush again.

First, I placed my jacket on the back of a chair, then shucked off my socks and shoes, taking my time. Turning my back to him, I hesitantly removed my jeans, hearing another groan behind me, which had me looking over my shoulder at Tank, who was staring at my G-string-covered arse.

“Wipe your chin,” I said, copying what he said to me, and like me, he wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

I burst out laughing; that action broke the tension inside of me, like I needed something to take away my nerves. He wasn’t someone I needed to be scared of.

He looked at me, and then the back of his hand, and it dawned on him what he did.

“Cheeky.” He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

I was facing him now, so I got brave. Slowly lifted my shirt over my head – yeah, I should have done the T-shirt first, not sure why I did the jeans first, I felt exposed before him.

Just like wearing a bikini, just like wearing a bikini. I kept repeating in my head as I shyly moved to climb up into the bed. It was higher than the average bed -just like everything about this guy: bigger, taller, drool-worthy good.

The moment I lay down, he scooted down next to me and pulled me to him, causing me to turn my back on him, and he spooned me from behind. This was the first time I had shared a bed with a guy; our sleepovers were girls only, and we never spooned.