Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 296

Doom POV

“Come on, hurry up, we’re going to be late, I don’t want to miss the commentary before the game starts, that’s half the fun. Listening to them brag about strengths and weaknesses.” I shout out as Skunk pulls on his pants, having just finished banging some chick who came knocking on his door. He always wears protection and pulls it out each time; he thinks it’s double protection if he never sprays in a chick. Yeah, right, I don’t trust the chick not to claim some sprog is mine, so it’s been a while since I banged a club chick, and no chick since moving here, even Sprocket had held off, not interested in the chicks here, wanting to get to know the area and people before climbing into bed, with some random woman.

We started our bikes and took off. We were taking a change of clothes with us, as we planned to get drunk and stay the night. We also wanted to give Storm an update on all the work we had completed and talk about Tempest’s Dad. The clubs are a bit nervous about him being on the run and have put their own security measures in place. I met the police chief too; he seemed like an alright bloke.

There were extra guards at the gate, something I had expected; they had met us before, so it was easy enough to get in and up the drive. Parked in the garage in our assigned places, our names were on the space; you couldn’t go wrong. They try to think of everything. Entering the place, we headed straight to our rooms, dumped my bag, took off my coat and jackets, and headed for the sports room. The place smelled of Tempest’s pies, and I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into one.

I reached the sports room door, and as I entered, I saw the most beautiful girl near Tempest, and I hesitated at the door and put out my arm to stop my friends from entering.

“She’s mine,” I whispered, before dropping my hand to continue inside. They had thought I was gay for years. I was more female than male, but I figured I couldn’t get a male pregnant, and it kept the unwanted chicks away.

“Oh, man, that’s not fair.” Said Sprocket.

“Fine by me. But you’re gay, good luck buddy” From Skunk, so my only challenger would be Sprocket, I hope she picks me over him. All four of us are over six feet tall. Muscular, but that’s from hard work and the gym, we are not bodybuilders, but doing okay, no fat on our bodies yet, we’re too active for that. As we enter, we are greeted by Gramps, who is busy fiddling with the television, adjusting the volume to what he calls the perfect level.

“Glad you guys could make it, and in the right team shirt. Tempest is wearing one, to remind us that we can win today.” I glance at the Tempest and smile; she is wearing a shirt celebrating one of our team’s greatest wins.

“Way to go, Tempest. We need reminding that we can win today, even if we are the underdogs.” I grin and flick my eyes to look at the beauty beside her, then back to Tempest, who pulled her shirt down to show it off.

“I am the odd one out.” Tempest pouts before grinning at some of the answers thrown at her for being unique. I think she didn’t like having the only shirt that was not the same as ours.

“Guys, this is Tracey. Tracey, Skunk to the left, Sprocket with the cheesy grin in the middle, and Doom, with the Hazel eyes, on the right.”

“Hi,” Tracey says, giving us a small, shy wave. That’s so cute, I’m gonna. Something in her eyes tells me not to rush this, to take my time and get to know her. I give her a wave back and turn my attention back to Tempest. Not that I don’t want to hone in on Tracey, but Sprocket and Skunk have both decided to rush her, and I didn’t want to get involved in that. Even calling ‘mine’ didn’t stop them from trying to make a move and crowd her.

“Is that your homemade game pies I can smell?” I asked as I moved to Tempest and leaned in to kiss her cheek, and sat at the seat that was empty for now. Storm had Tempest on his lap, holding onto her, as if she would fly away, making me think Tempest was not coping with the news of her father.

“Yep, I had Tracey help me, teaching her my recipes for game day. I think we ate more than we baked.” Tempest chuckled, rubbing her flat belly. I chuckled at that action. This girl had very little meat on her bones when we first met. It was good to see a healthy glow in her cheeks and some meat on her bones, not enough, but a lot better than before.

“I look forward to tasting the joint baked goods.” I want to try my luck with Tracey, but the guys are monopolising her attention, and to me, Tracey looks a little uncomfortable, so I stay sitting next to Storm and Tempest.

“How are you doing, Tempest? Is there anything I can do to help?” I was worried for Tempest. This news must be hitting her hard.

“Been better, but Storms, Gramps and Tracey are all keeping my mind off it. How about you? What’s the news of the refurbishment?” Tempest’s subtle change was picked up loud and clear. “You want to talk about it now? The games are about to start.” As Storm asked that, the cheers from the crowd as the teams entered the ice rink, and the introductions were about to start.

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