Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 263

Cloe POV

Being carried by Richard didn’t feel the same as when Storm or Uncle Simon carries me. I couldn’t put my finger on why it was different; it just was. Not that I was complaining, he appeared to enjoy carrying me.

Oh! A sudden idea ran through my mind.

Richard held me like I was something fragile and would break at any moment, while Uncle Simon and Storm held me like I was precious, holding me close to their chests, and gave me the feeling of being loved. Not that I am saying my brother doesn’t love me, he doesn’t know how to act around me yet, I can see his love, and that he cares, but I am damaged goods; he wants to repair, or he is hunting for the girl he knew, who no longer exists.

It made my heart race when Richard said he was open to moving closer. I liked that idea very much. I can’t move closer to the family; my therapy was organised to be done here. Not so sure about my grandparents, they might not want to move. I heard that when you get to a certain age, you don’t like moving to new homes as much, unless you were a jet setter and didn’t plant down roots anywhere. It would be nice to have the opportunity to spend more time with them. My memories of Grandma when I did manage to go on a visit, which was only when Dad wanted to get rid of me, so he could go on some show or something, were that Grandma was always baking, and her home felt warm and smelled like baked apples. I remember some of the bad fights grandpa had with Dad when they came to visit us, which was not often; they came less and less, until Dad told them never to return to his home ever again, and they didn’t. It hurt me more than I can express, but I understand now, as an adult, that it wasn’t my grandparents’ fault. Like Richard, they did all they could, and I was the one who missed out in the end.

Storm gave me my night clothes, and I changed, whilst he stripped off. I was getting better at doing some things for myself. I feel I have made a step forward. Each time I conquer another challenge that was once something we did without thought, I silently cheer to myself and tick an imaginary box for achievement.

Storm was quick and was soon snuggled in behind me.

What a day.

So much to talk about, and air out.

Grandma was looking forward to my visiting them; she had many photos to share of my mother and me when I was a child, that was something to look forward to, I had searched our house for pictures of mum, but Dad had removed them all, not one photo existed in our home, except one I had hidden in my bag, it was old and crumpled, the color faded, but it was all I had, and I cherished

He loves long kisses; they build my lady parts to screaming level.

Last night was the first time he investigated my private parts. We were in full-on passion mode, and things got heated. Storm’s hand snaked slowly down and removed my PJ bottoms; his fingers ran slowly through the folds, touching areas no man had ever had his hand on before. He wouldn’t let me touch him, not yet. Tonight was for me.

He wiggled himself lower down the bed, to be at my knees and spread my thighs, not that there was much resistance from me. He licked between my legs like he was licking a lollipop, long, slow strokes, and flicked my nub with his tongue, sending intense sensations through me, my hands fisted the bed sheets, as I tried not to scream or move, letting him do what he wanted to do, but that was hard not to grab his hair and push his head harder onto me, getting more friction, chasing something I was unsure of. He used his fingers, parted my folds, and thrust his tongue inside of me; the scream I had been holding back flew out of my mouth, as pain and pleasure tore through me at the same time. His tongue got busy, thrusting in and out of my entrance, at the same time as his fingers played in my folds, and flicking my nub. The short, sharp pain gone and forgotten, as a new sensation built. He held me still, with a hand gently on my hip, mindful of my tummy and the stitches. As if Storm sensed my need, he put more pressure on my nub, drawing circles, and occasionally, pulling his tongue all the way out, and sucking the nub, flicking it with his tongue, before plunging back inside of me. So many feelings were running through my groin, my stomach tightening, the building of something that instinct chased, then, when I thought I couldn’t cope any longer, I was hit with a release of tension, so strong, so pleasurable, I screamed out Storm’s name. Storm stayed between my legs, lapping up the juice as it flowed. He hummed in pleasure on my entrance, sending a new sensation that was unexpected, but pleasurable.

When Storm came back up the bed, his eyes sparkled with joy, his mouth smirked from the knowledge he had been the first down there, and his beard glistened with my juices. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, sharing the taste of me. Before he climbed off the bed, he headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth, and washed between my legs with gentle care, drying it with a small hand towel, then wiped his face and beard clean, throwing the washcloth and towel away, not caring where they landed.

Yeah, last night was a first for me, and I hope to have a lot more of that, and possibly a chance for me to investigate him down there a little closer too!