Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 103

Tank POV

It didn’t surprise me that Bruiser wanted to stay in the clubhouse; he was happy in here, and Cricket loves the attention. Moving out would take that away from her. I feel that Sticks would like a break from the pressure of the club routine, as she starts to get bigger with the child. Pins was stepping up, more, and appears to be at Cricket’s side a lot, and has no qualms pulling Cricket back when she gets out of hand.

The dynamics had changed a lot since our blowout. With the girls, it was like blowing away the cobwebs and giving them a clear direction. We all have our roles to play in this club, and now they have a clearer picture; the girls have settled down. The five of them get along well, and there appears to be no more fighting for top dog. Bruiser sorted Cricket out, who had lost the baby, and thought she had lost Bruiser and the club, but she was wrong. We don’t like that, not sure where she got that impression from, but all sorted now.

Having the girls happy makes a huge difference in the clubhouse. There’s no tension among the females; only the men appear on edge, but that’s because of the threat from Jones’ gang. We could get a call on a moment’s notice, to be ready to rumble. It was part of our life to be ready to fight. We don’t go looking for it, but if the need arises, we don’t back down.

Jenny reacted about the way I had expected. Blaze sat, listened, occasionally raised an eyebrow, and looked up at me questioningly. I would nod my agreement with what he was hearing, and you could tell that both Prez and Blaze are not happy about Fixer’s past. Jenny’s questioning and talking with Fixer had revealed far more than I had known. I, too, want to go put a bullet in their heads, but I want Tandy to try the legal way first. That would hurt them a lot, before hurting them physically, and then we would need to beat her grandparents, Astore, to the punch.

It was good for the girls to move out of here. I understand what Fixer meant by saying that coming to the workshop each day was like going to work, it would put things into better perspective. Prez got a glimpse of Fixer’s wealth, knowing who the Astore family was, but he would be in for a shock if he could see those files that Fixer has. It blows my mind, yet Fixer didn’t see it as her wealth but as money to do good. She amazes me every day. Even Jenny talked about what could be done for others when we were upstairs, away from prying ears. They were both on the same page, looking at what they could do for others, and not thinking about what it would do for them.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Even Blaze was shocked, but the look on his face was priceless. He loved Jenny even more after hearing the two of them talking. They both had hard lives in different ways, but still hard lives. Their parents never showed them love, they became soul sisters, both have broken hearts, neither got the parental love and care every child should have. Jenny’s way to cope, when she got old enough, was to be a free spirit, never having a boyfriend for long; none could be trusted to be more than a romp in the sack.

Until now, Blaze has caught her well and truly, both very smitten with each other. It was like a fairy tale. Blaze didn’t mind that she had experience; according to him, she wasn’t any worse than he had been, having fun with girls, giving them what they wanted, and taking what he needed. Why shouldn’t a girl do the same, as long as it was tastefully done, and not out in the main hall for all to see? He was all for it. She didn’t diminish in his eyes, and being Fixer’s best friend meant he saw her as a good person, and he was right. Jenny was as caring as Fixer, but with more zeal and energy, and they saw life in two different ways, both wanting to help the poor or the wounded.

The club was fortunate to have gained two lovely, caring, generous girls. We need more girls in our club who share and care; that would benefit the club, not themselves. We don’t need selfish ones who are attracted to the lifestyle and then can’t cope with the hard times. Many hate roughing it, as we did on the camping weekend. Then arriving home to that mess, I saw many girls losing it, those who were here for the fight, I expected them to be lost, and glad that Fixer could get them busy, take their minds off what they had witnessed, but the girls that arrived later, with Prez and the group some lost it, were in tears, and took off to their rooms, not helping at all. They won’t last long; they were girlfriends of patch members, but, having yet to receive a cut, I doubt they would last, not pitching in, as one would expect or hope. It doesn’t go down well with most to watch a girl lose it, as they did. One look, and they ran. What did they expect? We’re a bike club, not nursery school. It wasn’t our first fight, but it was our first time hitting out at our clubhouse like that. Let me clarify: we have had fights, many of them, in the clubhouse, at visiting clubs, while getting drunk, and in fights that get out of hand. Most of our fights are not on club grounds and away from the girls’ eyes, but that doesn’t mean running when trouble was over and first aid was needed. For me, that was a deal breaker.

“Goodnight, time for this chicklett to head to bed.” Jenny gives Fixer an air kiss and then pulls her in for a hug.

“Don’t change,” Jenny warned before releasing her and leaving. Blaze follows close behind, after a bro slap for me.

“Shower, or in the morning?” I asked, we hadn’t done anything strenuous, and Fixer hadn’t been in her workshop, so no grease and grim.

“Don’t tease me.” Fixer thrust her hips up at me, signalling that she was ready, and I was more than ready.

I pulled back and lined my tip to her entrance, and thrust into her moist core. It was hot and tight, and deeper than the last time; she took all of me, and that thrilled me, as she groaned as I started to get a rhythm, and pace, but she wanted more, her fingernails dug into my back, leaving her legs, her heels digging into my bu.tt, putting pressure on me to go faster, deeper, harder.

This girl is a man’s wet dream, and she’s all mine. I couldn’t ask for anything more. She was a generous lover and pushed me to my limits before we both exploded at the same time, screaming out each other’s names into the night.

She was glistening with perspiration, her eyes closed, her breathing short, gasping breaths, and she was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen, after making love to a woman.