Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343

Sprocket POV

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I was bored out of my mind. This was the third time I have been standing with my friends, watching them get their girl, and now I want one. The next wedding has to be mine. I didn’t care about it until I started to feel left out, sort of. They can talk about their women and stuff like that, and I had to sit and listen, having nothing to contribute.

Having finished my task, I no longer needed to be by Skunk’s side as he received his

congratulations, and the two of them were swallowed up in a sea of well–wishes. I moved around

looking for Skittles. She was still so very short, as far as I could see from where I was standing. I

have to be at least a foot taller than her. She would be standing right in front of me, and I wouldn’t

see her over those heads.

Giving up, I grabbed a plate of food and headed outside, to the peace and quiet, and there was the woman I had been looking for, being fed by Gold Nugget. She looked quite at home with him, who was picky with whom he sat. Gold Nugget was on her lap, and looking pleased with himself.

Wrench was talking to Skittles, introducing herself. When I approached and sat beside her, Gold Nugget looked at me and went back to feeding Skittles, having dismissed me as unimportant. Blaze and Nightingale arrived at the table, and Nightingale gave Skittles a pointed look, which was loaded with pain as well as disappointment that was hard to decipher. I wanted to growl at Nightingale for that look she gave, but Gold Nugget saved the day by introducing Blaze to Skittles, which I don’t think he needed an introduction for. Still, he looked so pleased with himself, you have to love him all the more, and ignored Nightingale, which would have hurt her more than Gold Nugget sitting on her lap and feeding her. I think it will take a bit longer before he forgets or gets over it. He only sees shouting as anger and pain. One day, he will learn it’s more than that. He’s a smart kid; it won’t take long, and Nightingale will have to be patient, something she’s not good at having, never has, never will.

The table filled up more and more, until there was no chair left, and all eyes were glued on Skittles being fed. I am watching some guys hovering about, waiting for a chance to get to know her.

She’s mine, I thought, which surprised me, that I wanted to claim her, but was that to claim her – claim her, or want to bed her?

I don’t want to dig too deeply into that thought. Maybe what I was thinking about while standing with my mates on the stage might be bugging me, and silly thoughts are permeating my brain.

Eventually, with the meal done, Wrench took Gold Nugget from Skittles‘ lap.

“No, Skittles story.” Gold Nugget squirmed.

“Do you mind coming with me and settling him down for the night? He’s not been separated like

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this before, and he’s a bit agitated,” Wrench asked, Skittles, and I felt my chance to be with her tonight slipping away.

“Sprocket, can we meet later?” Skittles asked softly as she stood up and took Gold Nugget from Wrench.

“Sure, I will be by the bar or outside by the barbecue when you are ready,” I said. What could I say? She was needed by a three–year–old. I watched her take Gold Nugget back and carry him out of

view.

“Skittles might not have grown much in height, but she sure had matured nicely,” Blaze said softly

as we watched them leave.

“Yes, that she has,” I replied, nodding at his words.

“I don’t know her, but if my grandson wants her, she can’t be bad; he doesn’t take too many people.” Nightingale looked on longingly, and I bet she wished it were her who would be reading Gold

Nugget, a bedtime story.

“I heard both Skittles and her brother will be inducted tomorrow into the club. Skittles has been transferred to our hospital mortuary to finish her advanced degree. It looks like she’s got a brain on those shoulders. We are lucky to have her here,” Blaze continued, as if Nightingale hadn’t said

anything. What could he say?

They left me to celebrate with friends and family. I wandered around, greeting people until I found Stinger, looking as lost as I was.

“Hey buddy, good to see you again.” I shook his hand and pulled him in for a bro hug.

“Thank god, I was starting to wonder if I should go hide somewhere. I have had so many people come to me with fifty million questions; it was starting to feel like a broken record. Thanks for saving me.” I laughed because I could imagine all these curious members checking him out. With so many visitors here today and the doors opening to the public soon, it could be overwhelming. “Want to go outside and sit by the fire, and chat?” I asked, pointing over my shoulder, behind me. “Sounds good.” We ventured outside; he grabbed a beer, I took a bottle of water, and we sat on one of the logs surrounding the fire pit. It was already dark, and the sounds of vehicles arriving in the already full car park filled the air.

“Have you taken your things to your room? We have two rooms set up,” I inquired, suddenly thinking he might not have had the chance.

“Not yet, want to do that now, before we get too settled in?”

“Sure.” I followed him to his bike, and he pointed to the other one.

“That’s Skittles ride, can you grab her bags?” I turned, unbuckled the strap, and pulled off two bags.

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