Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 266

Storm POV

Dad let me leave the clubhouse, instead of staying to talk it out, and with the understanding that they would deal with the Mia situation. Something didn’t want to get involved in in the first place, the girl had hurt my girl, and having her beaten was satisfying, but I was sick to my stomach with what we were hearing, and didn’t want to be in that room any longer, glad to get out and fast.

Prez and Dad wanted me for some of it, as an officer, it was expected. Also, I think with Dad hinting he would like to take over VP one day, I had to see that side of the club. I already do a lot of the paperwork that Dad does, helping him out. In some ways, I didn’t mind the idea of being VP, but in others, I did. Today was an example of the side of the club I do not enjoy.

Cloe was in our office, her attention glued to the screen, and her face went from joy to horror in seconds flat. What she was looking at filled me with so much pride; my babe had a brain, as well as beauty. Mum came in and talked about heading to the ceremony, shopping, and other ideas that were floated around. We can take the larger chopper, which can fit us all in the back, and a few in the front. Perfect, would have loathed having to drive all that way, we could take a small plane, that would be fun.

At dinner, we talked about the ceremony, the whole family congradulating Cloe on her achievement, and yes, we are all going, Razor has a bye that day so that he can come too, the whole family can go, even Zero wanted to come, and soon the small plane was our mode of travel, too many for our large chopper, and two costly to take two. It was not the money per se, mum hates waste, and taking two meant two pilots, two permissions to fly in that area, and it was easier to take the plane. I could fly one chopper and Grandpa Savage the other, but Mum wouldn’t hear of it; others might want to come too, like Great-grams and great-gramps, when they hear about it.

By the time Mum had finished, with all that might want to go, Cloe spoke up.

“Do you think we need to ask if that many are allowed to come, like will their venue accommodate all those people, as well as other families that are bringing others with them?”

“You’re right, better not get ahead of myself, let’s give them a call and find out.” Dad pulled out his phone and called the number. That was something my dad was good at: remembering numbers. I have the same numbers stuck in my brain for years

“Sorry, we can only be ten people, which includes Cbe.” Dad sadly said as he hung up the phone.

“Back to just us, and the chopper, then, we can record it for others to see when we return.” Being reduced to ten didn’t dampen Mum’s enthusiasm. In the end, it was Mum, Dad, Cloe, Razor, Penny, Lil Simon, me, and Grandpa Savage, along with four guards, two stationed at the doors and the other two sitting with us. Mum and Dad disappeared into the office to talk, and Mum wanted to make a shopping list.

“What would you like to do now?’ I asked, but I didn’t feel like a movie; if Cloe wanted that, I would sit her on my lap and enjoy her company.

“I would like to have a shower, and if possible, my turn to give what you gave me last night.” Cloe looked at me shyly as she spoke, and my groin was getting hard, almost immediately.

“You don’t need to reciprocate,” I whispered, not wanting Penny to hear.

“But I want to, I have never you know, even touched before.” Cloe pushed, it appears I am going to have a head job, real soon.

“Night,” I called out as I swooped down and collected Cloe in my arms, a big smile on her face, as she looked me in the eyes, daring me to change my mind.

“But it’s early,” Penny argued, arms folded, and she stamped her foot.

“Cloe’s tired, she has had a long day, and I need to get her in the shower and dry her hair and…”

Cloe reached out again, this time wrapping her hand around my girth, her fingers not quite reaching each other, as she squeezed it.

“It’s hard, but with a soft outer layer,” Cloe whispered in awe, pulling the shaft tip towards her, for a closer inspection.

“What’s the creamy stuff coming out of the hole? Is it pus? Are you sick?” Pus? Really?

“NO! I’m excited to be touched, and that is pre cum. A small sample of my sprrm.” I tried to think of how to explain it. I was really shocked that Cloe thought I had an STD. What does she take me for, someone like her sister? I was horrified at the thought.

“Pre cum. Interesting.” Cloe leaned forward and licked it from my tip.

“It’s kind of salty, the texture? Not as thick as it looked, and it’s not something that would be a top seller in a shop.” This girl’s going to be the death of me, if I am going to get a blow-by-blow analysis of what she was tasting and feeling. As a top seller you will need a lot of men to make enough to fill one bottle. What was she thinking of synthesising it? Why would you?

Cloe ran her hand down my shaft, feeling her way, leaned in, and sniffed my shaft, as more pre cum, arrived.

“It has no real fragrance that I can detect.” I groaned at her commentary.