Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 299

Tracey POV

The next day, I was up in the Tempest room, helping her wash her hair. Storm had asked me to come up and keep her company; he had a lot of organising to do, and Tempest was in a chatty mood.

“Doom was quiet, polite, and didn’t once try to chat me up. Tempest, is he gay?” I asked, because why else would he not want to chat me up? When the other two did. I was a little disappointed at the thought, but it would explain why he even pretended to touch me or brush against me.

“Storm had said he was, but I feel Doom likes both, I have seen him kissing a girl, with as much passion as he did with a guy. How do you feel about that? Can you share with a man? Are you interested?” Tempest asked, and I thought about it. He had a gentle way about him that didn’t scare me, as most men do; he wasn’t afraid to get up and join in on the victory dance, and he helped me where Doom could, like the kitchen.

“Liking men too, doesn’t scare me, but I won’t accept a cheater, he can’t have me and a guy or other girl.” I hate cheaters.

“It’s too early to say much now, it’s the first day, see how you feel in a few days, see if you want to know him better, and doesn’t make you uncomfortable, as many men often do. If you want to see if you can have a relationship with him, be honest with him, about the cheating side that is.” Tempest was right; it was silly to worry about him cheating on me when we had just met, and we were not a couple. The other two are not in the running; if Doom’s interested, they blew any chance by not respecting my boundaries. However, it was more Skunk than Sprocket. Sprocket was nice, and although he sat too close and played with my hair and neck, which I didn’t like, he wasn’t as pushy as Skunk was. Skunk made it very clear what he wanted, and it was not something I wanted. Skunk to me was too easy, a non-commitment kind of guy. They take what they want and sooner or later discard you, I’ve seen it often enough with the men Mum brought home before she kicked me out. There was too much competition for her, as my body started to change, and her boyfriends started to notice me, more and more. Yuck, they were not the sort of man I want in my life.

“Hey, don’t over-stress. Dooms stuck here come morning, until the level one was over. You have plenty of time to see if you want more from him. If he is interested, you will know soon enough. As long as you are not scared of him, like you said you were with Skunk. Some men give girls like you that fear, do you have it with Sprocket?”

“Um, not as much as Skunk, but Sprocket did push my personal space, and I didn’t like that.” It was hard to juggle my thoughts about men when we were worried about our lives.

“Are you looking forward to the shooting range. I have wanted to learn since I was a kid, after being able to win something in the shooting gallery at a fair.” I changed the subject; a relationship was not at the top of my list at the moment. If it happens, it happens.

“You bet, Gramps promised, and Doom said he would come and help; he’s a good shot, apparently, and Gramps approved of his helping out. That says a lot about Doom’s skill with the gun and rifle.” Tempest’s eyes sparkled as we talked about the shooting range and how she feels about learning to shoot.

I finished Tempest’s hair, braiding it to stay out of her face, while she was outside at the range. The range was on the property, so we weren’t banned from going there, but we will have 20 guards with us. I felt that was a bit excessive, but that’s because I don’t have a high opinion of my self-worth. Where Tempest needs all twenty, she was worth every one of them, in my books.

“Morning, Gramps, you ready?” Tempest asked as I pushed her down the hall and almost bumped into Gramps coming out of Storm’s office.

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