Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 18

Maxine POV

Waking up, because my bladder was bursting, I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself. I didn’t think; I just flushed out of habit.

But his growling voice coming from the shower woke me completely up.

I looked inside.

Why did I do that?

Like, he was soaking wet and covered in suds.

I knew this before I looked in.

That he would be looking something like that.

Why did I do it?

He didn’t look like any drowned rat, he looked??

Yummy.

I can’t even think of the right word.

Tall, very tall, muscles, bulging muscles, I knew he had strong ones, because he moved engines for me that I certainly couldn’t lift, and he did it with ease, like he benchpressed with them or something. His chest was hairy. I watched the water and suds move down his body, till they reached, yeah, there. Wow, I didn’t think about that, like I had seen my ex, his was tiny compared to what was between Tank’s legs. Like, does it get bigger even more when he gets aroused? I’ve seen my ex, both soft and hard, and it grows three or four times bigger. If Tank’s grows that big, it ain’t gonna fit.

Nope, no way.

Would it?

Babies come out of there, and they’re much bigger than that, but your body works on expanding for the pending birth, or so the films that we had to watch in health education, so why would something that huge scare me so much if I put it into that context? Now I wonder if I should have learned and experimented like my sister did, so I would understand if something that big was going to be painful. My friend Jenny used to say the bigger the better, but was it big too big?

Get your mind out of the gutter. I thought, and flicked my eyes back up to his, blushing from head to toe, or is that toe to head?

I think he knew what I was looking at, and that made me blush even harder. I was sure he chuckled, soft and low.

Quickly, I had a shower after him and was glad he was dressed, looking at something on his phone. His eyes rose to look at me. I was in a robe, a towel on my head, covering my wet hair. His gaze was heated, and he shifted on his feet, like he was uncomfortable.

Interesting, I have a lot to learn about this man; he was so different from any man I had known, and nothing to compare him to. My ex seems to be the opposite of the one in front of me, and it seemed unfair to try to compare him to that cheater or any guy I had liked, because they were boys compared to Tank in more ways than one.

Tank kept his back turned as I got dressed.

“What’s your plan today?” He asked as he walked over to my desk, looking at the list of tasks the Prez wanted me to do I had placed there.

“After food, I will sit up here and work on the design for Prez’s bike, also get online and order some more paints, stuff like that,” I replied, before turning on my hair dryer. I don’t completely dry my hair; I often leave it partially damp.

“You mentioned a special painting booth, anti-static or something, you order what you need to make that room, and I will get a space ready.”

“I have ordered the parts; they will be in town, ready to be picked up sometime after lunch, for the paint store. The rest was already in my workshop; it just needs to be erected. Grandpa brought it for me, but we never got a chance to erect it.” I almost sobbed out as I thought of the last item Grandpa brought for me.

“Why now?” He looked up at me, searching my face.

“He died.” I couldn’t stop the tears that ran down my face, every time I think of the day I lost the man who loved me unconditionally, hurt, beyond anything else, other than the day I lost Grandma, both were my safe place, my protectors from my parents and sister.

Tank was up and over to me in a flash, his warm, strong arms engulfed me, and I felt tiny each time he held me, smothering me to his chest. This time was no different in that respect, but something deep inside of me changed towards him, as a small dent in my armour cracked.

“Sshhh, I am here for you now. I can’t replace your Grandparents, but I can be here to give you support you need.” I wondered if he understood what he just said.

Could he give me what I needed?

How can he, when I don’t know what I need or want?

I have been on my own for so long that even my ex couldn’t break me when he cheated and left me, even my parents throwing me out didn’t hurt me as much as I had thought it would, it was more that they never tried to get to know the real me, and went through the motions, in a stand offish way, none of them could fill that gap my grandparents had filled, the unconditional love the gave, and now Tank was offering me a haven, someone to be that support I haven’t had since they died.

Can I trust him that much?

Can he be a haven?

“Thanks,” I replied in a flat tone, confused by this sudden emotion.

He pulled back and wiped the tears from my face with his thumb.

“Stay here, I will bring something up to eat, you set up this place with what you need, I am assuming this office space is temporary, and you want your office near the paint room?” I appreciated how he moved the subject back to what we were talking about before my minor breakdown. Something I have vowed never to do, yet he managed to bring it out of me.

“Can I have some toast? I’m not that hungry.” I called out as he reached the door. He raised his hand with a thumbs-up gesture as he left the room, closing the door softly.

I put my hair up into a messy bun and got to work on that design. I had a program on my laptop, which I purchased a while back. I have been keeping up to date since then, and it lets me make 3D designs. First, I uploaded a photo of the Prez bike and then started drawing.

Tank came in soon after I got busy, placed the toast and coffee on the table, and looked at what I was doing, before kissing my forehead and leaving.

I felt rude because I barely acknowledged he was in the room.

Once I get motivated, all else fades to the background. It was part of my coping mechanism, which became a habit that I have trouble breaking out of.

The design was coming along well. I liked how it flowed. Hopefully, the prez will be happy with the results. It was going to take less time than I thought, since I had started something similar and just adapted it to what he wanted.

Tank had come in, placed sandwiches on the table, and another cup of coffee, then left, leaving me to work.

Sometime in the afternoon, I saved what I had done and stood up to stretch, bending my back and walking around the room, before collecting the laptop and leaving my room, time to hunt down the Prez and show him what I had done.

I met Tank on the stairs, on his way up, he looked like he had been doing a lot of dirty work; he needed a shower.

“Hey, I was coming to get you, wanted to show the progress we had made. You looking for the Prez?” He asked, nodding to the laptop.

“Sure, have prelims done, need to check I’m on the right track.” He turned and continued back down the stairs.

The Prez was in his office, swamped with paperwork, running a gang that was harder than it looked; it was more than taking bike rides and having fights, looking tough. I know when we had a bad storm run through our town, they were out there helping the township. I know they own a lot of it, but they helped everyone by fixing, clearing debris, and supplying food collected from other towns or farmers.

He looked up, appearing relieved, either because it was us or because he got a break from the work on his desk.

“Got a moment?” Tank asked, gaining a nod.

I went around his desk, placed my laptop on some paperwork, and opened it. Carefully, I moved my finger over the pad and spun his bike in circles so he could see it from all angles.

“Any changes?” I asked, expecting many.

“Nope, I want that, it’s perfect. You can paint that?” He asked with a huge grin on his face.

“Yep, once we get the paint room sorted and the paints arrive.”