Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 11

Tank POV

My shaft was hard -so hard, I think I could use it as a hammer.

Getting Maxine to my room was not something I thought would happen tonight. I am only just starting to get to know her, and after a few hours by her side, I am smitten. With her on my lap, she fits perfectly.

Thought she would refuse, just because it was late, and this was a new place, a rough place to be, but the Prez made a good argument for me. Think he might have made her feel bad, but good for me, he was right, though. I would have followed her home to make sure she made it safely, and then rode back. I could have swapped phone numbers, and she could have texted me to let me know she made it, but that didn’t sit well with me. I would have followed her, or I wouldn’t have slept tonight, and the guys would give me hell tomorrow for letting her go home alone.

You can’t place a claim on a girl and not follow through; letting her leave alone would have been a disgrace in their eyes. Once you claim a woman, her position in the gang is elevated, not to patch level, but still above the bytches, even above the noms, who are seen as our personal slaves while they try for a patch. Some go a year without being patched, while others do something that catches everyone’s eye and get that patch earlier. But the woman, it was so rare to claim one, that they get that level of respect and gang protection that comes from being claimed, although there had been a few times, where the woman claimed was kicked out, because she turned out unworthy; however, while still a claimed woman, she will be given some level of priviledge few unclaimed women can get.

Maxine was one of the few who already had the gang’s protection, having been part of the bike shop for so many years and having proved herself, but was elevated now that I placed a claim on her.

I knew of her over the years -seen her in her coveralls in the distance, covered in grease, or her feet hanging out under a truck-but never stopped to talk or have much to do with her, other than bike business. She was a kid when the news of her working as an apprentice at the club was a massive laugh at first. Who would have thought of us letting a girl fix our bikes-but she proved herself more than capable and surpassed even Mike’s expectations. She won an apprenticeship award, and Mike posted a picture at the presentation ceremony, proud as any father would be. He treated her like his son, not daughter; none of us thought of her as a girl anymore; she was our top mechanic, and no one ever gave her grief. We respected who she had become.

This hiccup of her ex, who had hurt her so badly, had opened a door for one of us to claim her, bringing her further into our lifestyle, to see if she clicked. After working with her tonight, laughing at her corny come backs, had me a gonna, I would have fought any of my brothers to claim her as mine, by the time we were leaving the shed to join the party, I hadn’t really thought about it at the time, just wanted her around me, talk to me, get to know her better, staking a claim, seemed to be the only way, my pea brain could come up with. It worked; the patch members nodded, gave me the thumbs up, and sent other signals during the night that they had seen the claim and approved 1.

Now, she was in my bedroom, having looked around, nodding and smiling at different things. I tried to look at my room through her eyes, but I couldn’t see it any differently than it was a clean man’s room. It had my smell, the bed cover and pillows, even the mate was a gift for Christmas or a birthday from pack members or wannabe girls of my past, before that day when my life changed.

Watching her strip had me almost soiling myself; it almost hurt, it was that hard. The desire to have her was higher than what was comfortable; this was beyond insane: No chick had gotten under my skin like she has.

But my shaft didn’t care; it wanted attention from a female for the first time in months. I hadn’t even given myself a hand job in ages -maybe that was why I was so hard now. When a girl managed to make me hard, I would finish it off in the bathroom, but that had become less and less over the years. I can count on one hand how often I have had a woman suck my shaft since that fateful night. No one gets to touch it but me.

The shy girl, climbing into my bed, felt wrong; this was not the girl had just spent hours with, the confident, vivacious woman who could beat me with smart comebacks. Why suddenly so shy, no wait.

Could she be a virgin?

That’s what Stick was trying to hint at? I had thought so, but dismissed it because it seemed insane.

I thought she had a boyfriend for ages -surely they had reached that stage. She was what? Twenty? I don’t know any girl at that age still untouched. Geez, that makes what happened to her by that prick worse.

My need to protect her from guys like that just rose higher. She doesn’t need unfaithful d***s, she needs someone she can rely on, someone who has her back.

Yeah, our guys are known to sleep around, the woman throw themselves at our guys all the time, wanting to be part of the bikers life, but most would never make it past being a bed warmer, even if they got pregnant, we would take in the child, but the woman would never be claimed, no one would know who the child’s father was, so it becomes gang property, as harsh as that sounds, there would always be doubt. At least the child will have a home, and if the mother doesn’t want to hang around, we give the child to one of the claimed, if they want to help. I can’t remember the last time we had an unclaimed. That was what we called the children when the mother gave birth and left the baby with us; it would be cared for by all, never by one mother or father, but by a gang of them.

The moment Maxine was in bed, I had to hold her; it helped still my mind, which was full of crazy thoughts.

Maxine was shaking, was that nerves?

Fear?

The thought that she might be scared of me worried me. I know I can be intimidating, being as large as I was, but not her; never would I hurt her.

“You’re shaking,” I stated as I brought her closer to me. She was warm and soft in all the right places, fitting perfectly against my body.

“Yeah.” She replied softly, snuggled back against me a bit more. I liked that.

Well, that didn’t help me understand.

“Why? Are you afraid of me?” I dreaded the answer, but needed to know. I need a direction. Some I can try and fix.

“No, I am not afraid of you.” We were whispering, why? It was not like anyone else could hear.

“Then why are you shivering?”

“I have never shared a bed with a man.” Bingo, there it was.

“Not even like this?”

“NO.”

“What about falling asleep on the couch, snuggled together?” I couldn’t get my head around that she had such a lonely life. She was gorgeous, funny, sassy, what’s not to love?

“Nope.” She sighed, sounding a bit frustrated with this topic of conversation.

I kissed her neck, and she squirmed in my arms. I wouldn’t continue to pursue this topic, but I will come back to it at a later date.

“Your beard tickles.” A light-hearted giggle escaped her lips; hearing it pushed some of the concerns aside.

“Sleep, morning will be here soon enough.” I nuzzled her neck, gaining another soft giggle.

Maxine was asleep before me, and I lay there holding her in my arms, enjoying her warmth and her soft snore. It was cute, nothing too loud, and sort of mew.