Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344

Skittles POV

Little Nuggets was a charmer. I loved the little guy already, and he’d taken a shine on me. After hearing a little about him, I put it down to recognising a fellow damaged child, inflicted by a parent, in his case by his bio–father, whereas for me, it was my mother. That’s the only reason I could think

that causes this bond. I won’t read too much into that thought and enjoy what Gold Nugget would

share. He was adorable.

Gold Nugget had me sit on his bed, and he snuggled up beside me. As I read to him, his choice was ‘Goodnight Dirtbike‘, a book I had never read before. Not that I have read many children’s books lately. He listened contentedly till the end of the book, then let me tuck him in with a quick

butterfly kiss before leaving him to sleep.

Wrench was sweet. She gave me more of her history and of Journey. I let her talk, getting all of it off her chest, and am glad they both found a family here in the club and good men at their sides. There are plenty out there from broken or violent homes, and it’s heartwarming when you hear of good things coming, as they come through them, and safely out the other side.

“It never completely leaves you, the memories, the hurt, but it softens over time, a thought in the back of your head, and a moment or trigger brings it forward, but the memory brings less pain, and will only hurt you if you let it.” I hear a lot of hurt still lingers as Wrench speaks; maybe it’s still too soon for her to completely heal. Wrench thinks she was helping me, having got some of my history from Jip, but I am beyond her help. I am grateful for her attempt, and feel it’s healing her more than

1. me.

Skunk found me, along with Sprocket, who is balm for my sore eyes, the best eye candy I had seen in a while. My room was clean, bigger, brighter than the shoebox. I called my room back with my mother. This was like the Ritz compared to a drafty back shed. We didn’t even have a room in the clubhouse, but a small shed on the property that Stinger and I made livable, and we should be grateful we had a roof over our heads and food in our bellies sometimes. Good thing I got fed at work, and as a child, the local café had great food. If you do a few dishes and clean up the back, both Stinger and I ate there often when we were younger.

The tour Sprocket gave us was insightful. I loved the cottages; he showed us one of the two that was empty, and more are being built. Thanks to the funding from Storm and Tempest. We made it back to the table, where we ate and drank. The bridal couple stopped by on their way to their cottage and gave us a few minutes of their time; it was kind of them, and both loved hearing that Gold Nugget made a new friend.

“I might call upon you for some babysitting. He loves his aunt, but sounds like he’s comfortable with you,” Journey added before waving goodnight. Stinger left soon after the skunk, on the hunt

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for some fun and possibly some bed exercise. There were beds downstairs for a quickie if you wanted to do it on a bed; others may have been there before. They don’t take too kindly to the public or club tarts in the private areas upstairs.

Sprocket and I got into a comfortable conversation, avoiding anything that might bring us down, and we laughed about our time at school together before things went bad. He filled me in on what

happened to some of our classmates. He had me laughing till tears rolled down my cheeks. He

leaned over and wiped them away, and suddenly it got hot, and something changed. My lady parts

reminded me they needed some action, as they throbbed with need, just by Sprockets‘ innocent

touch on my face. He sensed it too and leaned in slowly, giving me a chance to turn away if I

wanted to.

His lips were warm and soft, inviting. Sprocket didn’t rush it, savouring my mouth, then his tongue touched my lips, requesting entry, and I opened my mouth, inviting him in. That turned our gentle, sweet kiss into something more urgent, more needy, and intense. My channel was calling out for more. Sprocket ended the kiss abruptly and rested his head on mine. Sprocket was affected by the kiss as much as I was, and that sent a thrill through my body.

mouth, and his eyes changed to desire, lust, and want. He resumed removing my clothing and

shoes until I was wearing nothing but a smile. Pushed me back onto the bed, lifted my legs, and

spread them before lowering his head, and began to eat me.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, that masterful tongue and fingers. He was finding all the right places, giving it just the right pressure, and before we had even really started, I suddenly had the heat of pleasure erupt, and I was screaming Sprocket’s name into the night air.

“Wow, already, such a needy wench you are. I take it you have had a dry spell. Let me fix that for you.” He murmured at my clip and continued to eat me again, lapping the juices from the first orgasm and starting to build a second one as he inserted more fingers and used his thumb on my nub. Before I had truly come down from the first one, I was screaming his name a second time. This man knows his stuff.

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