Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 33

Tank POV

That woman will be the death of me.

The tease.

Would I like to wash her back?

Really?

I want to do more than wash her back, and I bet she knows it.

The minx.

I was chuckling all the way to my own icy shower, which didn’t reduce my need for her.

I need a strong woman, stronger than any other woman, who graced my bed.

I took my problem in hand, stroking my length fast, harder than would be natural, as if I was trying to strangle it, maybe I was, a man’s body reaction, it’s hard to hide, and I am not exactly little, so it stands out even more. I had one hand on the wall, keeping my balance, my head resting on the wall, under the shower, water cascading down my back, all my thoughts were on Max, her toned body, her long legs, wavy hair, sparkling eyes, and well-proportioned chest. That way too sexy laugh, and that cute giggle, she was the total package.

I felt my balls contract and the tell-tale signs of eruption.

It burst out of me with such force that it made my knees buckle, and if I hadn’t had my head and hand on the wall, I would have hit the floor. My breath was short, panting, like I had just run the length of our drive, in jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. I was completely wacked.

I completed my shower and came out with the towel around my waist. I heard Zero’s voice, which sounded surprised and interested in whatever he came across, which didn’t sound right. As I reached the door, I heard Max’s voice, speaking to Zero in a plain, not interested voice.

The door flew open much faster than I had expected. I saw Max in nothing but a towel, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her being in only a towel was my fault because I removed her clothes, and I was going to take some fresh ones to her; I took my need in hand first; she was quicker than I expected, or I took longer to get myself together.

I looked at Zero as he watched Max walk over to me and lay her head on my chest. Her face hiding away, I put my arm around her protectively, and Zero looked me in the eye and nodded, a smirk on his face.

“Lucky bugger,” He said quietly, before turning away and walking towards his room.

I knew he would do nothing unless she pushed for it, and I doubt knowing how shy she was inside, that she would even try; her track record of losing her men wasn’t the best, and I think in the past she would have walked away instead of causing a fuss when she found her man cheating. So her cheating with Zero or any of the men was not something I believed she would do. That doesn’t mean they wouldn’t try, given the right opportunity, until I gave her my cut. She was still fair game, even though they knew I had put my hand up for her. Everyone in our club knows she was mine, but not yet fully claimed. That was worrying me. It was too soon to make that final commitment, but even having my brother take a good look at what I consider mine made me livid inside.

Might have to talk to him later and make sure we are both on the same page. I don’t want to have to fight my blood brother to keep my woman.

I pulled Max into our room.

“Are you good?” I asked, looking at her flushed face, tears running down her cheeks.

What a stupid question, of course, she’s not good.

I held her to me, my towel almost falling off my hips, as she wrapped her hands around my waist, her head on my chest, crying harder now, and I was at a loss as to what to do, besides holding her, as she cried.

I ran my hand over her head, and, kissing it, my other hand firmly on her back, not too hard, that she couldn’t break away, but enough to feel my support. I kept holding until her tears stopped, and the hiccup started. I moved her to the bed and made her sit.

Grabbed a glass of water and returned to her with a box of tissues and the water.

“Th.. tha.. Thanks.” She managed to get out, between half-sobs, half-hiccups.

I swatted down before her, looking at her, waiting for her to say or do something. I wasn’t going to instigate it; if she didn’t want to talk, I wasn’t going to force her.

After drinking the water, I took the glass and moved to the table, and when I turned to face Max, she had stood, removed the two towels, and was climbing into bed, with nothing, not a sight I had expected any time soon.

I picked up her two towels, put them in the hamper, and tossed mine in too. Pulled on some boxers because I didn’t think she was ready for what I had hidden beneath them.

Climbed into bed, and she moved to me, snuggling into my side, and was fast asleep; those tears must have tuckered her out.

I lay there for some time, trying to understand what just happened.

Did my brother do something to her?

I didn’t think there was much time to do much in the hallway, and I didn’t know if he had entered the bathroom; I would have heard something, wouldn’t I?

Something didn’t add up.

Was being caught in her towel enough to upset her? But we have managed to be together, and I have seen her a few times in only a towel. The first time was an accident, but after that, it wasn’t as if you had already seen me. Guessing more won’t make any difference. To me, it showed that she trusted me to walk around like that, and she should know I would never do anything to her like that without her permission, that is, if I could get past my mental block and try.

What a pair we make.

Max threw her leg over my hips, and my shaft rose to attention. Being with nothing on, I felt her warm core on my hip, and I doubt a cold shower will fix it this time either. I froze, feeling every bit of her nakedness on me. I thought my boxers would cover me enough, but she managed to find an exposed hip; they did not provide the protection I thought they would.

It took a bit to get myself back under control, to forget that I had a woman lying on me.

I would have all the guys laughing at me if they knew I was here in bed and doing absolutely nothing. This image was enough to make my stiff shaft shrink as much as it could, to be comfortable enough for me to fall asleep.

My phone ringing woke me.

I reached over to answer it.

“Yeah?” I sleepily answered.

“Downstairs, we’re going out in ten minutes,” Bruiser said abruptly, his voice rough, like he too had just woken up.

I climbed out of bed and looked back. Maxine was already gone. By the look of the sun coming under those curtains, I would say mid-morning. I had slept like a baby.

I was dressed and in the kitchen, grabbing something to eat. In less than five minutes, food was on the table, Cricket and Sticks both working on getting us all something. Before we headed out, I gulped down a too-hot coffee that barely touched the sides and headed off to find out what was going on as I ate a slice of toast.

There was a reasonable crowd in the main clubroom, all talking about what was about to go down, but none had any idea, just rumors and wishful thinking, as usual.

“Bike up,” Bruiser called out as he entered the room, closely followed by Prez, who appeared not to be coming with us.

Bruiser nodded to me, and I walked beside him out to our bikes. I grabbed my lid and straddled my bike, waiting for instructions.

“Follow me,” Bruiser said, not giving us any clue as to what we were headed into.

The roar of the bikes filled the air, drawing others out who weren’t coming with us, including the women. I looked at them and didn’t see Max. I sighed, hoping she would have come to see, but she might be in her zone, in the paint shop, and not realize that I was on my way out.

I watched as the guys started to follow Bruiser. I took my usual place trailing the end.

As I took off, I looked in my mirror, and there was Max, leaning against the shed, arms folded as she watched us leave.

I felt comfort, knowing she came out to see me go.