Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 251

Cloe POV

After dinner, I worked on the files. This person was clever, and it made me think of all the little tricks I had learned at school. I get the feeling I’ve seen this type of coding before, but I can’t put my finger on it. I typed away, opening the last few easily once I recognised the coding behaviour, and instead of forwarding them to Tank, I left them on the computer and offered him the whole computer. I was done, and I would like to head to bed. I was exhausted.

“Goodnight, and thank you for opening those files,” Tank said, before putting his head back down to continue what he was doing.

Storm carried me upstairs, helped with the bathroom and got me ready for bed. Dotty arrived, gave me some more tablets, and changed my dressing. This time, I didn’t try to hide my stomach from Storm.

“The bruising was no longer getting a darker colour. You are healing fast. But don’t push it yet.” Dotty left, closing the door softly behind her. Some tablets in a paper cup, left on my bedside table, for the morning. I noticed the bed I spent the first night in, or tried to, was gone.

Settled in bed, Storm is getting undressed to join me.

“Storm, about what you said before.” I started tentatively.

“Might need to elaborate on that, I spoke a lot of things lately.

“Girlfriend?” I whispered, almost too afraid to say it out loud.

“What about it?” Storm asks as if this wasn’t up for debate, it was factual.

“I don’t remember being asked if I wanted to be your girlfriend.” He lifted his gaze to find my eyes, he had this cheeky smile on his face, and shrugged.

“Should I have?” He continued to put the dirty clothes in the hamper, mine and his, as if it were a natural act.

“What if I don’t want to be your girlfriend?” Do I want to be his girlfriend? I hadn’t even thought of my feelings towards him, other than that he was comfortable to be around, and he enjoys looking after me.

He looked at me, not exactly shocked at that statement, more assessing.

“Cloe, will you be my girlfriend?” He was sitting on the bed holding my hand, and looking at me with doubts, fear, his cheeky grin gone, like I just pulled the rug from under him.

“Can I think about it. With all that’s gone on in my life since coming to this town, I don’t know if you really like me like me, or it’s some hero things, or guilt or pity.” I try to be honest. Am I here for pity’s sake?

“You’re wrong on all of that, I saw you cleaning the back of the truck before the acident, and I was interested, you were the perfect girl in my eyes, and I wanted to get to know you better, but before I got to approach you in the truck, the accident happened, and I guess we met in a way I never dreamed would happen. Don’t ever doubt that I want you, in every way, just look.” Storm stood up and pointed to the bulge in his boxers, and I gulped at the sheer size of it.

“Not helping,” I stutter out, as I try to turn my head away from his groin.

“Look, every inch of me wants you, heart, body and mind, and I am yours totally; no other girl can claim me. Now I have my heart set on you; they can’t even measure up to what I have here in my bed right now. You are beautiful, sexxy, funny, lively. Do I need to go on?” Was that a real question?

“Okay, okay, I hear you. Let me think about it. I haven’t really had a real boyfriend.” Admitting that must tell him I was a virgin too, but I can’t take it back now.

“While you think about it. Just so you know that from now on, I want more, more kisses, my cuddles, more time with you,” Storm admits, and I saw nothing wrong with that suggestion. I was okay with kisses and cuddles.

“We can do the twenty-question thing, get to know each other, and go from there. It’s too soon to go out on a date; my body’s not ready for too much movement. But um, maybe some kisses would be nice, can I um, look at you?” My brain can’t think; it’s like all the questions I had planned to pose got muddled, and the ones that came out were all wrong. It sounded good and right when I thought it, but coming out of my mouth, it somehow got stuck in my throat.

“Storm, what do I do with the money Gramps gave me, as I have never had money before, not like that?” I did have some money when I got the chance to help with tutoring, plus, for a while, I got money from my Grandparents, but that was as rare as their visits. If they sent me anything, I never received it. Dad would never have handed any mail over to me. I didn’t hate my Grandparents for disappearing from my life; given the change, I would have disappeared from my life. Guess this accident was a mercy; what I am going through is far better than living at home and being beaten.

“We can call Tandy to come and open an account for you, and give you choices of what you can do, or we can ask Dad or Mum for their advice.”

“In the morning, can we ask your parents?”

“Sure, we can do that. Mum’s going out, but Dad will be home for the day.” I guess that will be fine. They both have experience, and they have ensured I have everything I need, so I don’t need to buy anything. Invest it for my future, I guess. Might need to have my bike, if we can get it back, made into a trike so I can still ride. Will have to ask about whether we get my bike back. I am no mechanic; it took ages, using the internet, to learn to rebuild my bike, one step at a time and in secret. My skill was with computers, and I liked to draw, because when you are alone in the cellar, with nothing to do, you draw or read, or use an old computer, my sister threw away, when Dad gave her a new one.

“Thank you, your family has provided all I need, so I don’t want for anything. That sort of money scares me a bit, as I would never have dreamed of being gifted so much. I thought it was fake at first.”

“That’s pocket change, and when you become mine, as in my wife, wearing my cut, then you will have even more.”

Wife?

Cut?

“That’s a bit too soon to assume I will be your wife, like I would like to get to know you better, and get healed, and find my feet again, so to speak.” Feet! Stupid, stupid, stupid, what feet. I rolled my eyes internally at my foo-par, or whatever it’s called; my brain’s not working right.

“You will be, and I will ask.” He sounded so sure of himself. It was annoying.