Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 107

Tank POV

Prez loved what he got to see of the house.

“This is perfect, Sticks will love it here, and I bet the girls will enjoy setting up a playroom. What do you think about having a creche here? I feel we should keep the club business on the club grounds. Here should stay private. For guests and us, something I have actually longed for, some place where I can have space to be on my own, and think.” Prez was confiding more and more in me, and sharing the load, as I guess he should, but it’s an eye-opener.

“I agree, I hadn’t stopped the girls’ chatter, as their ideas flow, but I will eventually have to slow it all down, and go over what was feasible and would work, and what won’t. Opening our home up,

like the girls were saying, to me was opening us up for disaster. Sooner or later, we will find we have no places to be alone. The security would be lost because we can’t keep track of everyone coming and going. I feel this should stay as our safe haven. A place of peace and security, a place for privacy.” I replied softly as the girls prattled on, and Blaze stared between the girls, looking a little shocked. Non has a filter at the moment, and Jenny can make most blush, with her blunt way of speaking at times.

“Yep, nothing will happen yet, just talk. I would like to be part of it, though, since we’re living here too. You know, so I can be prepared for what we are up against. The clubs are going to be talking; they are already shocked that I moved out, almost as if I am supposed to always be at the club. Forgetting I have a right to have a life too.” I hear him, everyone expects him to be in his office twenty-four-seven, even I have been cornered more than I had expected, since becoming VP. It was like I should know everything the Prez was thinking, which was stupid, but what can I say?

“Prez, how come some of our guys are drunk before lunch? Do we have a drinking issue that needs sorting out?” Jenny asked, looking over at us, and I have to admit, this was the first time I didn’t have Fixer on my lap. I miss her, even though she is a few feet away.

“They are our night crew, breakfast was their dinner, they have a few drinks before heading to bed, more often than not, a couple take shots to wipe them out faster. Before heading to bed.” He shrugged like it was nothing, and in some ways, I guess it wasn’t; we just got used to it.

“The pills?” She pushed, the medical side of her coming forward, and a thought of her helping the Doc entered my head; she would be better than Fixer, as she was being trained.

“No Doze, can get them at the pharmacy, health shops, some supermarkets. Over-the-counter pills, night shift take them to stay alert all night, some riders take them when on long rides. We don’t do hard drugs in our club. If I find some, I give them a chance to get rid of them or leave. We have children around, don’t need that. I know weed was around, can’t miss that smell. We don’t have a problem that I am aware of.” Prez’s father was the one who insisted on the drug rules; we don’t do drugs, sell, or buy. Same with guns; we have our own licensed guns, but we don’t sell them.

‘Jenny, we might need your medical skills at times, to help our Doc. You have the training; it would be great for someone to assist him. He had asked Fixer, but you would be the better one to help out, if you are not at work.” I suggested, Prez rubbing his chin in thought, nodded in agreement that she would be the better choice.

“Oh, well, can’t win them all.” She shrugged, but her smile was back as she stood there, staring at me, her hands hanging loosely by her sides, her eyes roaming over my body. She was in her matching bra and panties, a set I think Jenny recently gifted her. It was black, lacy, and the G-String did all the right things to me, as she removed her jeans, and gave me that perfect view of her ar.se, toned, taut, and totally sexy, and socks, yeah, rainbow-colored socks. Totally Fixer style, loud and bold.

“Good try,” I murmured, my shaft hard as a rock, and I was glad I had loosened my jeans before Fixer had put on a show.

I turned my back on her, as she had done to me, and slowly lowered my jeans, revealing I was commando again. This was harder than I thought it would be; I am no stripper, but I tried to make it interesting for her, tightening my cheeks as I lowered the jeans down, and shaking my backside as I stepped out of them. Turned and twirled the jeans overhead, mimicking her action, and let go. My jeans flew through the air, landed on the chair seat, and stayed. I grinned as they stayed on the chair; it was like I just won something I didn’t know I was competing for.

Fixer clapped her hands at the show. Her eyes were roaming my body as I stood in only my socks, my shaft standing at attention, lust filled her eyes.

“Want to help me remove the rest of my clothes, since you have cheated again, by not having boxers on, I purchase you more, what’s the excuse this time, humm?” I burst into laughter at her taunting me. To be honest, I didn’t think; I just pulled on my jeans and shirt and raced out the door. I often went without; it’s not that uncomfortable.