Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 128

Maxine/Fixer POV

The tattoo turned out better than I had hoped for. It will look great when done, adding the color to complete it, and then do something similar for me. I would drag a large mirror, in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, and position it, so I can see the tracing I am going to use, for my tattoo, so I won’t be working backwards, I thought of that while doing Tank’s tattoo, it would take me a long time to do mine with this much detail in reverse, with one mirror, I hope that idea will work, sounds like it would, if I can get the reflection large enough. I am actually excited to give it a go.

I felt the eyes of the others watching me closely. I could almost feel their breath on my neck. They were trying to come that close to watching. Uncle Simon was the only one watching to make sure no one encroached too close to me, although they already felt very near. Tank was staring at my face as I worked. He had developed a semi-hard shift. Was having a tattoo turning him on, or was it something else? I wasn’t leaning on him, so it couldn’t be me.

They all closed in on Tank once I had completed the outlining and stepped back, and told Tank that it was it for today and to care for it. You could easily see what it was going to be. It can easily be adapted for others to have their wives on their bodies, and the club logo. I didn’t know the kit was a gift from Uncle Simon; Grandpa might have mentioned it. But that was so long ago that I had forgotten. I was ecstatic that Uncle Simon shared that information with me, us. It kind of gave me another personal link to Uncle Simon and the bond he had with him, reminding me of the good we had, and not all the bad. I need more good to fill my life, not that I am complaining; it’s been good.

We didn’t end up staying up late. Game and movie ideas slowly died away.

Tank had been stroking me tenderly, and I was hoping that I was reading his signals right. When it was time for bed, I started to walk towards our room, but didn’t get far before I was suddenly lifted off the ground and in Tank’s arms. He turned me around so that my legs wrapped around his waist, one of his hands on my back, the other supporting my weight, caressing my backside. In this position, he captured my lips and peppered kisses all the way to our room.

Once in our room, he used his foot to close the door. His lips never leaving mine, as he devoured me hungrily, reaching our bed where he gently lowered me down. One last sweet kiss, and he pulled back to inspect my swollen lips.

Tank then proceeded to remove my boots, socks, and clothing, till I was lying on the bed, and he pushed my thighs apart. So he could inspect between them, and moisture formed just from his perusal, and I squirmed, trying to get friction, or something, to alleviate the need that had sprung up faster than a fly on food.

“Are you going to stand and look all night? Or get stripped and take me?” I boldly asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him. And give him what I hope is a seductive smile. But most likely look like I am constipated. However, having found confidence with the sight of his lustful eyes, I became bolder. Tank’s eyes widened at my question. As if I had pulled him away from what was on his mind, or what he was dreaming he would do to me, which only made me want him all the more. I had turned into a wanton woman since being with the man of my life.

It didn’t take him long to undress and throw his clothes away. A clunk sound echoed in the room when he threw his jeans away, his large, heavy belt buckle making a loud clunk as it fell from the chair to the floor.

When he was done, he must have had second thoughts, because he stopped, turned, and moved to the mirror to look at his tattoo. His eyes met mine in the mirror, his grin wide, his eyes sparkling with joy and pride.

He turned and headed back to me, eye-fuking me as he prowled back.

This man was a Greek god. I still can’t believe how lucky I was that he chose me for his wife. Now it was my turn to enjoy the view. His shaft was getting bigger as I stared at him. I licked my lips, remembering what he tastes like, and gaining a soft growl from Tank.

Oh, I am in trouble. I forgot he gets turned on by the little things I do without even thinking.

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