Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 252

Storm POV

Everything was going well, Cloe let me undress her, and put her in PJs, and then I stripped off.

The conversation was on point, our relationship, what I have been wanting to talk about for a while, and then I stuffed it up by touching her, Stupid, stupid, stupid. I knew she was still recovering after being shot; this was so insensitive of me. All I could do after that monumental blunder was lie beside her, hold her to me, and enjoy her soft curves without investigation, as much as my fingers wanted to go exploring, I didn’t, and was trying to think of something to distract my thoughts.

The talk about money was not what I had in mind or had expected, but it was a way to change direction away from my wayward thoughts of her body. Mum and Dad would be able to sort that out. To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about the money she received or the impact it had on her. Having always had money and been around it, it never occurred to me what it was like to be without it. Don’t get me wrong, from the moment we were old enough, we got to do chores, to earn it, mind you, our weekly earnings were far more than normal for someone our age, but if we missed one chore, we didn’t receive that week’s money, and you soon learn to do as we were told. Mum and Dad needed us to learn the value of money and earn it; even my baby brother had to earn it. They played no favourites; we all, when old enough, gained tasks to do, and they tried to teach us how to invest our money. I could help Cloe with suggestions, I had plenty, but I wanted Mum and Dad to be involved; they have more experience, and can take things back to basics.

“Can you help me too?” Cloe’s soft, innocent voice had my groin reacting again. In so many areas, this girl has been sheltered from the real world, stuck in a violent world of home, and very little else. I want to expand that, but slowly, or I might break that innocent person underneath.

“Sure, let’s spend time with Dad, and see what he suggests, and then we can move with what ideas sound good to you, and what I can do to assist. Once you open a bank account, you can do everything online. Grams and Gramps will feel they owe you, so don’t be too surprised if suddenly you get more.” Cloe had no idea what was heading her way for that heroic act of bravery, Gramps was beside himself with worry over Cloe when she was in the theatre, making all sorts of plans to repay her for the unexpected action

“Thanks,” Cloe said through a yawn. Her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed as sleep found her. Hopefully, there will be no nightmares tonight. Cloe needs her rest. The faster she heals, the sooner I can run my hands over that soft skin and research her body for places that will give her joy.

My groin was hard again, already thinking of what I would like to do with her, what I want to teach her, and having no legs, just makes the investitation on how to please her just a little more challenging, but I am up for the challenge, the moment the doctor gives her the all clear for light exercise, I am going to give her some exerise she was not predicting.

A sudden movement in the bed jolted me awake.

Cloe was fighting her demons again. No screaming, this time. It was like she was running from something, or someone, she would be out of breath, from the effort, or in her dream she was. I pulled her closer to me, trapping her thighs and arms, to stop the movement, afraid she would hurt herself in her sleep.

“Cloe. Babe, you are safe, here in my arms, come to me.” I nudged her ear and continued to whisper softly, over and over again, as her running slowed and her breath evened out. The run over with this time. I wish Cloe would open up more and talk to me about the nightmares.

The last time I asked, she said she didn’t remember. I doubt that was true, but I couldn’t call

her out on it.

Today was Saturday, and I fussed over Cloe, getting her ready for her first official day out of the house and into the public eye. Not the sort of place I would have chosen for her first time out in public in her situation, so many people in one small space, but when Razor heard that Cloe was coming to watch too, his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“I will get a goal just for you, Cloe,” Razor shouted before heading to the change rooms, extra buzzed for the game.

Dad and Grandpa Savage led us through the crowd and up to the disability section. It’s nice and close to the ice. Mum walked close by, ensuring the path stayed clear, and no one ventured too close to the wheelchair. Cloe beamed with excitement, with no signs that being in the wheelchair was bothering her. Dressed in the team’s colours and had some pompoms that Penny had made in her hands.

The team came out onto the ice and was introduced. Cloe screamed out at Razor and waved her pompoms at him. Then the buzzer went, and I was impressed. This was the first time I had seen my brother out on the ice in a team for a while. Last year, I was too wound up with studies, and the bike club, being the year I was officially given my position in the club, I was one of the enforcers, with Uncle Bruiser giving me pointers on how to handle a rowdy, drunken crowd.

The game was brutal. I didn’t think boys his age were this rough, but those fifteen-year-olds out on the ice, many big for their age, but then our Razor was the tallest of them all, and he’s very fast, I cringed at each slam against the glass, Cloe screamed out each time, Razor tried for a goal; their goalie was good, but Razor kept at it and eventually scored the first goal. He skated to the glass in front of Cloe.

“That goal was for you, Cloe,” Razor shouted out and gave a heart sign and thumped his chest. Cloe put down her pompoms, put both hands together, made the heart sign, and blew him a kiss, which he caught in the air and placed on his cheek, to the rousing cheers of the