Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 108

Maxine/Fixer POV

The evening went well, the girls chose the rooms I thought they would, a sunny side in the morning, no heat of the afternoon, not that this place would get hot, with the high ceilings, insulation and air conditioning, that kept the house comfortable all day, even had individual settings in the bedrooms, an amazing system, that I love already.

The girls were full of ideas.

I let them rave on, sorting through their ideas, the guys listening but not adding their opinions.

What I won’t do, and the more they spoke of it, the more certain I was: that I didn’t want others in my home. This was my home, not a drop-in center; if they want a creche, it should be at the club property or in town, not here. I didn’t move in here to have all the club to follow. At first I had thought it sounded good, but no longer, she had more and more people coming here to my home, and she was talking like it was a second club house.

Now I feel selfish.

Sticks was talking about how the club would benefit from having this property and what they could do with it. I looked over at Prez and shook my head no. In the direction Sticks was going, he nodded and mouthed. “I will talk to her.” It was our first day in our new home, and I didn’t want to bring the mood down.

I had given Tank the authority in the security system to add people if he felt the need, and the first person he added was Prez.

It was bedtime, we were all yawning, and happy to get into bed and christen it. The others were over the moon about the size of their rooms and all the little touches, like a minibar, a kitchen, a shower, and a bath. Mine had a small spa on the balcony, just for us. If we wanted to enjoy the outdoors, with a roller shutter, if we want to be unseen, not that many could see us up there, we would be pretty well hidden.

Time for a competition or lesson on strip tease, I tried to get Tank worked up, and only made myself horny as hell, when he copied me, and lowered his jeans, revealing he was commando, that was so unfair. But ooooo, that butttttt was a nice sight as he provocatively lowered his jeans. I guess he won, because I felt my core throbbing with need, just watching him as he revealed his barebutt. I could watch him do that all night, loving that he got into the role quickly. How did I get so lucky?

I asked him to help remove the rest of my clothes, but he stood staring at my body, like he was frozen on the spot, just standing there.

How frustrating, although I did enjoy seeing the lust in his eyes as he looked at me from head to toe and back up again.

I am not a patient woman when it comes to wanting this man as badly as I do. I want him so badly that I am aching inside with need. If you told me six months ago, I would be huffing because a man was taking too long, and wasn’t taking me to bed right this minute, setting my body on fire, I would have called you a liar.

We had come so far in such a short time. I loved his body, strong, corded muscles, tone, yet not an inch of fat anywhere. His beard was kept neat, and his hair hung just above his shoulders. He puts it in a ponytail when we travel. There was nothing not to like, and the way he teases my body makes me feel his experience shine through. I thought I would be jealous of other girls having had him first, but somehow wasn’t, if anything, I was glad he got to experiment and learn so he could give me the best of his lessons, even if he had a bad experience once, there was not sign that hit hindered him now, he was more than making up for not having been with a woman in a long time. I was getting all the built-up need of his that he couldn’t let out before, and he was insatiable. I loved it, I needed it, as I got

accustomed to his touchy-feely, which was a constant from him.

He crawled up the rest of my body, kissing his way up, nibbling on the nip.ples, sucking, gently biting, sending my lady parts pulsing, a groan fell out of my lips, and I squirmed, needing something, he pressed down harder on my nub, and that was all that was needed to send me into another eruption of bliss, that was twice, and he had yet to insert his shaft into me. I had no idea that a woman could explode so many times in a session of lovemaking.

Yet he had yet to cum once.

“Let me give you pleasure too.” I requested breathlessly.

“Not tonight, maybe tomorrow,” he lined himself up, his shaft rubbing my core, coating his end, with my juices, before he thrust gently inside, filling me, and we started the lovemaking in long, slow thrusts, my hips moving up to meet his thrust inside, and his slowly picked up the speed. We both started to sweat, our tempo fast, needy, rushing toward a crescendo, and we reached that climax together, shouting out each other’s name, loud into the night.