Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 279

Cloe POV

Listening to Storm almost made me cry with happiness.

Storm had lowered himself to one knee, took hold of both my hands, and looked me straight in the eyes as he spoke his heartfelt words and his commitment to me, at my eye level, which meant more to me than I realised. You were always looking up when in the wheelchair. That was part of why I enjoyed being carried by him; I did not have to look up all the time when in his arms, I felt more like an equal than someone begging or hidden from view.

“Storm,” I whispered, because my voice suddenly got stuck and I had to clear a non-existent blockage in my throat.

“Blue eyes and strong arms held me safe when my life was on the brink. Your soft, deep, confident voice,

during a crisis, for a girl you didn’t know, held me captive, and the beat of your strong heart echoed in my ears, as all else started to fade away. My life changed that day. I woke to see those blue eyes staring at me, and I knew, at last, I was being seen and not alone. We are still navigating our lives together, many

changes in the future, but one constant is you, your quiet strength, long patience, and gentle ways. I know I can always rely on you to be there for me, to listen to me. You have shown me that life is worth living, that my lack of legs doesn’t define who I am. I will try my best to give you what you have given me, love, and a life worth living. I pledge my love, my life, my heart, my strength to you. As we travel the new, uncharted road of life together.” I had more I wanted to say, but the words got lost, as my eyes started to water, and I could feel the trickling of tears running down my cheek.

Rings were exchanged. Storm’s ring looked like the engine of my trike, with the top encrusted with sapphires to match his eyes. Mine was the same, but it was Storm’s bike engine, with emeralds to match my eyes; they looked amazing.

“You may kiss your bride,” Tandy announced, with a huge smile, Tandy’s eyes moist with unshed tears.

Storm leaned in, and soon, I surrendered to a kiss that was full of promises of things to come, and all thoughts vanished, and only Storm and his lips and strong arms consumed me. The sounds of revving bikes filled the air, alongside the cheers and whistles of our family and friends, as Storm and I officially became one. I signed some paperwork that I didn’t read because I had blurry eyes and trusted Tandy. The party that followed was wild. I hadn’t laughed so much in my life. This family knows how to have fun.

“Can I have this dance?” Storm held out his hand, watching, waiting, a twinkle in his eyes, and a smile on his lips that hadn’t diminished all night.

“Sure.” I put my hand in his, and wondered how we would dance. The song was lively, and Storm rocked my wheelchair back and forth, then spun it around. I felt like a child in a shopping trolley. I couldn’t stop laughing at the thrill of being included. I was no longer invisible. Storm knew how to make me feel wanted, seen. I am one lucky girl.

Then a slow song came on, and Storm didn’t hesitate; he lifted me out of the chair and held me close to him. His head rested in the crook of my neck, his arms holding me tight to his warm body. I had a fleeting thought about the wheelchair, and my feet still on the footrest, and how odd that might look, but being in his arms, and listening to his low hum to the song. I felt very much loved and cherished, and all else faded into the background.

The night wore on, and I started to yawn. I didn’t want the night to end, but Storm insisted it was time for us to leave. The family would party on or start to leave once we had made the move. He carried me upstairs to our room, where he commenced to disrobe me. He mumbled something about stupid ties, as he fumbled to untie each ribbon that held my dress on, thirty tiny bows, Fixer had said, each double knotted, to make him work, and build up his need.

Eventually, with more patience than I would have had, we were both in bed. Storm and I had been exploring our bodies, learning each other’s needs and wants, learning our likes, having no feet, didn’t hinder our need for each other, my embarrassment at their ugly sight, abandoned under the love in Storm’s eyes. Storm moved down the bed, lifted my thighs, and started to lick and suck on my nub and folds, thrusting his tongue in and out of my entrance, his fingers joining his exploration.

Storm roared out my name. In reply, his shaft pulsed inside or me, he thrusted a few more times, his breathing short and shallow as if he had just run around the oval a few times, before he rolled over, taking me with him, keeping his shaft inside of me, so I was now straddling him, my knees coping with holding my weight, it takes a bit to find a balance, with no feet to anchor me, but Storm, never let go of my hips, keeping me secure on top of him, which made it easier, and stay put.

“Are you okay?” Storm asked huskily, still slightly out of breath.

“That was incredible.” I didn’t know how to explain how I felt, so many feelings and emotions were running through me all at once.

“Not too rough on you?” Storm asks, ever concerned; I hope one day he won’t worry about me all the time. I need to show him I am stronger than he thinks, I am, that I can stand on my own, well, not two feet, but you know what I mean. I giggle to myself at the thought.

“No, you were perfect. Next time, can I try on top? I like this.” I wiggled my hips on him, his shaft still inside of me, even though it was soft; it was still too big to slide out.

“Of course, we had several positions I want to explore. As time goes by, you’ll be a little tender right now.” I thought about that, and it was a little tender, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I wiggled again, and his eyes widened as his shaft responded to my movement, and I felt that we might get to have round two shortly. His resistance is waning.