Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 346

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Skittles POV

Sprocket was definitely not a selfish lover. I can vouch for that, with the number of times he made me reach my peak during the night, before taking his own. For that reason alone, when I woke up from the most peaceful, comfortable sleep I have had in years, I wanted to give him something from me, and hoped he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. I have been learning, since the ex, to take what I want. It’s not easy, with the mother I have, but I am working on it. Learning to be me, the morgue team helped me build my confidence and start standing up to her. It’s when she brings in reinforcements that things get tricky.

I lower myself down the bed and blow on his morning wood, then give it a lick from top to bottom and back up again. His shaft jumped and pulsed with each time I licked his length. I was having fun making it jump. His breathing hadn’t changed. Still asleep, I felt like a thief taking what I wanted. It had my lady parts tingling with anticipation of what was to come.

It took a while, but eventually, Sprocket fisted my hair to the point of pain, something I could endure. But making him fill my mouth with his warm shaft and then letting me ride him, it was like

all my fantasies came true.

What a way to start the morning.

I know he mentioned that no woman had been in this bed before and that he rarely stayed the night with a woman, but I wondered if he would make an exception with me and let me move in. I know it’s moving fast, but he makes me feel safe, and I want to be more than that. Want more of

this, no strings attached.

We snuggled a little longer after I finished riding him, then slowly got out of bed and headed together into the bathroom.

Sprocket took charge, as I expected him to. Don’t know why. I thought that, maybe because he gives me that feeling of being protective, and I was okay with him taking charge, for now, while I find my feet around here.

Sprocket reached between my legs to gently wash there, and suddenly the shower got rather hot. His eyes widened as he saw something in my face, and a smirk crept across his face. He stood, pushed me against the shower wall, lowered his hand down between my legs, fingered my entrance and thumbed my cl.it. A moan escaped my mouth as I searched to lock lips with Sprocket. He complied, thrusting his tongue and dancing with mine. He lifted me and impaled me with his shaft, filling me completely as no man had ever done before. If our time together didn’t work out, he would have ruined me for any other man.

It didn’t take long, and I was screaming his name, and he followed quickly after.

A warm, fluffy towel that could wrap around my body twice was what I had wrapped around me, and I was holding it tightly at my chest.

“Um, Sprock, Baby, I don’t have a change of clothes, do you think anyone’s up?” I didn’t want to put on yesterday’s clothes.

“Sprock? Hun? I can go and get your bags and carry them here, or you can put on one of my shirts and sneak down.” He was smirking at me, like he already knew my answer.

“Or I could walk down the hallway, with my head held high, and go to my room.” His mouth dropped open. Ha, that was not what he was expecting.

He threw me his shirt.

“Not like that! You won’t,” he snarled out, looking all possessive. His reaction made my lady parts wake up and start singing again. I am worse than a horny who.re on steroids.

I let the towel drop and slipped his shirt over my head. The shirt hit my knees. I was that much

shorter than he was. I swam in his shirt.

“Much better,” Sprocket said in a low voice as he came up and pulled me to him, kissing me on the

lips, and soon it became heated, and if I weren’t careful, I would be back in bed in a flash.

“Clothes,” I murmured against his lips. Sprocket pulled back, quickly.

“Sorry, Hun, got a bit carried away. It’s like I can’t get enough of you. You will have to move in with

me till I can get this out of my system.”

“I am something you need to get out of your system?” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, which caused Sprocket’s eyes to look at my ample chest, with heat in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s more like I am horny around you all the time, and thought if I had you often enough, it might reduce it to something more manageable, and I am not making this sound any better, am I?” I shake my head no, but I get what he means. I won’t be telling him that ! am having the same problem.

“If you are sure, I can share this room, and when I am settled at work, I can move out. That way, we have room for someone else to have.” That sounded feasible.

“Yeah, you can give that room to someone else. I am sure you get a lot of people vying for the premium bedrooms,” I casually replied, trying hard not to make it into more than what it was, a booty call on hand all the time.

I started on the new bowl, but when Gold Nugget polished off my first, he started on the second, and together we ate it. He then fed me toast and berries until there was none left.

“That boy has taken a shine on you,” Nightingale huffed, a look of longing in her eyes.

“That he has, just like when he accepted Skunk, guess we have another babysitter if we need one,” Journey answered. They sat opposite us, eating their breakfast and watching Gold Nugget as he did his thing. It sounded like there was more to this, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to get involved. Having Gold Nugget sitting with me was one thing; getting between his family and what they wanted was another. Why does he not like his Grandmother?

Gold Nugget looked up as they were talking about him. He smiled at Blaze.

“Popcorn?” I looked at the table and didn’t see any. Before I remembered, that was the name of Blaze. Going to have to find out how he got that name.

“Do you need something, Nugget?” Hmm, they have already dropped the Gold part of his name,

interesting.

He shook his head no and played with some toys that appeared on the table while I wasn’t looking. “We have a small gathering in an hour, to initiate the two of you into our club.” Storm suddenly

Po

spoke, breaking the tension at the table, and somehow I felt I was the root of it, but I had no idea why.

“Do you want me to give Jip my old cut?” I think I heard it was customary to hand the old one over in exchange for the new one.

“Yes, at the ceremony.” I nodded, glad we had packed them in the bags we had with us, not the ones on the way here.

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