Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 316

Tracey POV

Doom was on fire, bringing me to my ecstasy fast.

Like.

WOW.

This man makes my body roar with delightful pleasure, with hardly any effort, or so it seems.

I grabbed two towels as I fled the bathroom, feeling embarrassed at how fast I came. Like a magic, d**k or what, and those fingers, like one touch on the right place, and I nearly came before he even entered me.

What’s wrong with me? In the past, I was lucky to reach my pleasure before my ex rolled over, content, bragging about how good it was. Yet, I felt empty and incomplete, using my own fingers

to finish the job once he had fallen asleep. But not with Doom, he has me screaming his name in

record time.

I slipped on some panties, then took some more painkillers. The thought of putting on a bra was too much, so I slipped a shirt over it. Today I will be without a bra and see how that goes. I managed to pull on some track pants before Doom came rushing out of the bathroom and looked at me with disappointment. I thought he would want to dress me, but I needed to stay active and keep my arm moving, or it would seize up. Plus, I need to see Tempest; she needs some more therapy. I don’t have to do the massage part, but I do need to ensure she keeps up her training; losing even one whole day makes a difference.

“Didn’t you need my help?” Doom pouted like a young boy, having lost his favourite toy.

“You can dry my hair,” I suggested. His eyes lit up, and a smile bloomed across his face, as if I had just found that lost toy.

He was beside me in two strides, taking the towel from my hands, and rubbing my hair gently with the towel. Then reached for the brush and hair dryer and started brushing and blow–drying my hair.

Wow, could this man get any better?

Nope, stop comparing Doom to the deadbeats you’ve had before; it’s not healthy, plus I shouldn’t need to. Doom’s already proved to be far better than any man I know, in a very short time.

Hair complete. He then put my socks and joggers on my feet, before finishing drying himself and getting dressed. I saw him wince a few times, and I wondered how bad he really was, as Doom was good at hiding pain.

When I stood up and took a few steps to collect the towels, Doom’s deep voice growled out.

III

“Stop, let me do that.” I stood and turned to look at him, but his eyes moved to my chest and were glued there.

“You are not wearing a bra!” Yep, he was fixated on my bouncing babes.

“Wow, are you Einstein? You worked that out in seconds.” I smiled, baiting him.

“Well, it was hard not to notice them jiggling under your shirt. Does the bra hurt your shoulder? Or did you not feel like wearing one? Or something else?” Wonder what he thought ‘something else‘

was.

“I didn’t feel like wearing one, the drag on the shoulder would end up with an ache at the end of the day. Can’t a girl go without a bra for one day?” I asked, trying to look like a sad puppy, giving him the slight shake of the lip.

Doom’s eyes widened as he took on my face and my quivering lip.

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