Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 104

Maxine/Fixer POV

Jenny asked all the awkward questions.

I knew she would; we have known each other since we learned to crawl and gravitated to

each other.

Awkward because it was revealing to those in the room more than I had ever told them before, more than I thought I was ready to answer, but Jenny kept pushing, and in the end, I pretended the others weren’t there, and we talked, yelled, cried, and made decisions based on what we know.

“We move next door, will be good, I can be honest with Mum and Dad, I am not living in a clubhouse, with a bunch of bikies, I am moving in with you. They don’t need to know the rest, if I am going to stay off their radar for now. I haven’t lived at home for a while, so I have no clue why they are bothered trying to get a rise out of me for moving.”

“Maybe because you will be too far away from them to just show up and knock on your door, pretending to need milk.” I giggled because they had done that more than once. They drove past a shop on the way to borrow milk from her; it was a feeble excuse.

“I passed my exams, six months left, and I will be a paramedic in real training. All my theory was done, and what practical I can do, not being out on the field, now I’m doing six months in the ambulance. It will be a hard six months, but I have to do it if I want to be a paramedic. The EMTs have said that if I perform well in the field, they will hire me. I am so close.”

“You will be fine, you are not a sixteen-year-old, going out on work experience, you are more mature, and have seen enough accidents to be hardened up a bit. Plus, it’s what you have been working so hard for, you got this.” The first time Jenny was out with a rescue team, there was a six-car pile-up. She threw up. After she had completed the rescues, they praised her for keeping it together under pressure, but she felt a failure for throwing up.

“Will you keep working in the workshop on the club grounds?” Jenny asked, knowing the effort the guys put in the set it up.

“Yes, that way it’s like getting up and going to work, stops me from being slack.”

“You and that word slack? Should never be put in the same sentence.” She laughed. There were times I would work all night long, so engrossed in what I was doing, she’d come over to visit and find me fallen asleep in a puddle of oil, beside the machine I was working on.

We ate all the snacks, and Jenny has no work tomorrow, so she’s going to have the guys

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Chapter 104

come over to her place in the afternoon, clear out her home, and move it next doon. For the next two days, she will be sleeping at the ambulance station, they will be on a

forty-eight-hour shift, on call, similar to the fire department, but with different hours. Two on two off, three on, three off, and so on, helps keep them fresh lim aroure what other places run their department like, but here in our town, that is what they have done

some more room, and I was sure I had all of him inside me now, and that was an awful lot of man that filled me. I would never have dreamed, I could take all of him. My nails and heels dug in deeper, just before I exploded in a wave of pleasure, and felt him pulse inside of me; his pulsing was another sensation that sent thrills through me.

He murmured incoherent words, hopefully that were good ones, but I was too far gone in my own pleasure ride to bother getting him to repeat it. I was covered in sweat, my body sated, tingles still running through my core. As Tank moved just a little bit, to adjust his weight on me, that movement sent a sensation through my body, as the swollen, over-sensitive part between my thighs was rubbed, by accident or deliberate, I couldn’t tell, but I liked it, even if it made me shudder as it was touched, so very sensitive, making me want it to be touched again, but too sensitive to allow, it was a conundrum of mixed feelings of wanton need.

Tank rolled off, headed to the bathroom, returned with a warm cloth, washed me, and left. I don’t remember much after that. I was so relaxed and content that sleep claimed me, hard and fast.

The smell of coffee woke me, and I opened one eye to see Tank waving a steaming cup of sweet nectar under my nose, like I had done to him many times. It occurred to me that I didn’t dream, not good or bad; nothing, or if I had, I don’t remember it, and that to me was a good thing.

Tank was sitting on the bed beside me, coffee in hand. He placed it on the bedside table, helped me sit up, kissed my nose, and reached over and grabbed the coffee, handing it to me as he moved to the table. I took a sip of coffee and watched him move. He was fully dressed in black jeans, ripped at the knees, not shop-made rips but ones of fair wear and tear from being on his knees working on a bike, and a black T-shirt, and bare feet.

He brought over a tray and placed it in front of me before carefully climbing up on the bed to sit beside me, took the coffee from the tray, and took a gulp. I watched his throat move as he swallowed, and naughty thoughts flickered through my mind.

“Eat, we have a busy day today.” Tank encouraged, taking a fork, digging into a slice of bacon, the lifting it to my face.

“Say ahhh.” he joked, and that dredged up my saying that for a different reason last night.