Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 321

(Phillipa) Pip POV

Staying at Tempest’s home was an eye–opener to how the rich live. Having met Storm and Tempest, you wouldn’t pick them as rich; they don’t dress fancy or act like they are better than others. If anything, from the stories I have heard, they use their money to help others, which, to me, was something rare.

We had a girls‘ night, colouring hair, doing nails, and just having fun. Snacks flowed, alcohol was

available if you wanted it, but none of us drank; we stuck to coffee, tea, juices, but no alcohol. That

makes it easier for me; it saves me from having to take only one drink. I have a kid to look after,

and he was only three, but he acts like he’s going on thirteen. He can be a handful, and already has

a strong mind of his own. He was staying with us here, but was asleep right now. Dan will no doubt have us all up early in the morning, before many of us are ready. But regardless of having him here, I wouldn’t change any of it. I would have missed him terribly if I hadn’t brought him with me. He was my life, and although how he came into my life might not be ideal, I love him with all my heart. The family never judged me, and the whole club loves Dan, so he gets plenty of fatherly figures

around.

“Hey, where did you go?” I turned to look at Tempest. She was sitting on the floor, staring up at me. This woman inspires me to climb out of my shell and give a guy a chance, just haven’t seen one to try with, they are all the same, to me so far.

“Just thinking about what you said, and will try harder,” I replied, with a smile. The girls were determined to get me hitched. Even my sister had been naming guys whom she thought I could

trust with Dan.

“Well, as I was saying, Sprocket and Skunk are great guys, and the bonus of being one of Storm’s best friends. One of them would be great. It was time they settled down; both had sent their seeds out often enough to know how to satisfy a girl,” Tracey added.

“You mean, they have been out trying before buying.”

“No, they humped and dumped.”

“Another notch on the belt”

“Don’t you mean bedpost?” More giggles. As if we were drunk or even tipsy, I could understand, but these girls have no filter today, and I am so glad that they included me in their circle. I had thought it was because of my sister. I am not going to think about that too deeply; enjoy their company while it’s given.

But the girls knew the score before they spread their legs.” They continued, and I wished they would hurry up and exhaust this line of thinking. The comments kept flowing, each getting cruder

than the last, and the suggestions and comments had me in tears from so much laughter.

It was late when I eventually fell asleep, much later than normal, and I knew I would be paying for it tomorrow, if my lad didn’t stay still.

I woke up to Dan trying to pry my eyes open. I was on the floor, amongst the other girls‘ arms and legs. We had made beds on the floor, in Tempest’s bedroom, and even Tempest was on the floor with us. There was a perfectly good bed that could have held us all, it didn’t make sense to sleep

on the floor, but we did. Wrench had said it was no different from being out on a bike ride and

camping. I guess when you put it that way, she’s right, in her mixed–up way of thinking, a bed would have been a better choice. We had so much fun that, in the end, it didn’t matter where we ended

1. up.

“Hi buddy.” I greeted him through the one eye he opened. Dan giggled when I only opened one eye and went to pull the other one open. I blinked it open before he stuck his finger in it; had that happened before?

“Potage.” Dan urged, rubbing his tummy.

“Yes, yes, let me get up, and go to the bathroom, and I will make you some porridge.

I carefully moved some arms and legs off me, trying hard not to wake the girls, and made it to the bathroom, making sure Dan had been, then me, before a quick wash, and headed downstairs. “Morning.” I greeted the ladies in the kitchen, who were preparing food for the security men, and took it out to the bunkhouse. The bunkhouse cook was sacked recently, so the household ladies were doing the breakfast and main meals, leaving them to fend for themselves for lunch, as there was plenty of food in the bunkhouse kitchen to keep the crew happy and fed, and some are more than capable of cooking quick meals.

“There’s a pot of porridge on the stove. Help yourself,” the head lady said. I forgot her name; so many names were given to me yesterday.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to cook it, but I appreciate it. Dan has little patience when it comes to food,” I chuckled. Yesterday, I had asked whether porridge was available, as that was what Dan liked. I hadn’t expected them to cook up a pot for me.

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