Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 37

Tank POV

Having Maxine waiting for me as I pulled up was a good feeling inside, and kissing her senseless was my reward. Yeah, that was good too, but now I am walking with a hardness that can’t be hidden, and I noticed many saw it, but Maxine didn’t, or acted like she didn’t.

“Hey, Tank, you look like you are going to explode. Best keep it protected.” One of the guys laughed at me. I gave him a look that would cut deep, and that made them laugh more. Max was looking at me, confused, and I wasn’t about to enlighten her on the fact that they were talking about my very obvious bulge in my jeans. As I said before, I am not exactly small in that area; it looks large even before it gets hard, and I can’t hide it. I even tried loose jeans, but that didn’t work, so I went back to what was comfortable, regardless of being on show.

“Tank, need a hand with that?’ another joked.

“It looks more like a two-hand job to me,” Another added, and so it went on, all the way to the dining room. I would do the same to them if it were the other way around, so I didn’t take offense. It is not the first time I have been called out for the bulge in my pants.

In the dining room, Max more or less pushed me to a chair and insisted on serving me. This was different. Even when the girls were hovering around trying to gain our attention, they wanted to be served, which was why so many don’t make it to the cut, they expect more than they give, as if getting in your pants entitled them to something more, or that’s what it looks like to me, as I have never really gone down that track, but that didn’t stop women from trying.

The temptation was too great, and Max squealed softly in surprise when I pulled her to my knee and had her help me with my meal. Best meal yet. She soon got the idea of cutting my food into bite-sized pieces, while I shoveled the food in as fast as I could.

I am not sure who groaned the loudest, Max or me, when time was called. My meal was almost done, and my stomach was no longer grumbling, so it was best not to complain. The Prez could have called the meeting before we ate.

A quick kiss, and it was off, hoping we would get dessert later. I mean food, not Max, but it was starting to sound better each time, if I could work myself up enough to try, and if she was willing, so far she hadn’t pushed for more than cuddles and kisses.

The guys were grumbling about something as we entered the meeting room.

“Order!” Bruiser called out, and I wondered if I should have been the one to call them to order, being VP. The look and nod from Bruiser appeared to indicate he agreed with me, but I had been too slow to enter, having delayed leaving the table, having downed a bit more food, and gaining a kiss.

“Tank.” I hadn’t taken a seat yet and was headed to my old seat before Bruiser stood at the end of the table near the Prez and the empty chair that was mine. This was the first meeting called since I became VP that all the club members needed to be present for. I nodded to him and continued forward, making it look like I was on the way to the empty seat.

The meeting was about what happened at the warehouse and the ramifications of calling in the police. Those guys deserved to be found before they rotted. They were too far gone on drugs and booze to know what they were doing, but they didn’t deserve the ending they got. We were all in agreement that the Jones boys had just declared war. Killing on our turf was not acceptable; if they had come to us, informed us of their problem, and the need to be on our turf, things may have gone down differently.

Now the news will spread, and those who are not affiliated with us in some form will point the finger, and we will be labeled the killers, even though we had nothing to do with it. As my Gramps always said, we are guilty by association.

We made plans to visit them, but we have not yet. We needed to have our weekend with our ladies, some fun time that had been planned for a while, and then find out from the cousin what the cops had done-no need to go out and cause trouble if they had done it for us. We have to stay on the right side of the law in our town and the other towns. Who cares?

“Get your gear ready, we leave at daybreak tomorrow, for those with ladies,” The Prez said as we were getting ready to leave.

Cheers rang out as they filed out the door.

We needed some good news after the bad news we just had, but that’s the price you pay for our lifestyle. We have a bad image; even when we do good deeds, they remember the bad more than the good.

“Tank, hold for a moment, will you?” Bruiser placed his hand on my shoulder, causing me to sit back down.

“Tank, you’re having a blowfly, or taking her own?” Bruiser asked, leaving me confused. She was always going to ride her own.

“Didn’t ask her to blowfly, she had been looking forward to the ride,” I answered, looking between Bruiser and Prez.

“We will be riding through a town close to Jones’s, and it might get tricky,” Prez said, as if I should already know this.

I thought for a bit, running my fingers through my beard as I thought.

“I will talk to her, but don’t be surprised if she still wants to ride; you’ve seen her, she’s not like other women.” I shrugged, if she were like other women, I don’t think I would be this attracted to her.

They nodded in understanding, and together we left to hunt down our ladies.

It was a little surprising to find them in the games room. Girls don’t come in here often, although I don’t know why not. It’s a shared room, maybe the guys are too rowdy, and the room can get smoky.

“Prez, the girls are suggesting a pool comp, five bucks in the kitty, and the last one in gets the booty,” Sledge said excitedly. The guys are all for it.

“The girls playing too?” Prez asked, looking at the girls in shock, he knew most couldn’t play for quids.

“Yeah, they wanted to play, and we kinda pushed them off the table, so they suggested a comp and that they could play,” Tugg announced guiltily. He wanted to play and took over the table, and that might be a big reason they don’t come in often; they get pushed away so easily.

“Okay, work it out.” He sat on a stool near the bar and watched the men pull out their wallets. The girls did, too. Their names were placed in a bag as they paid.

“Prez, since you’re not playing, can you pull the names?” Slug asked, bringing the bag to Prez.

“We are doing a pool too, betting on who will win,” they added at the last moment, when I wondered about the second part.

“Get the names first, do you bet? Once the first person has broken, no more betting. What’s the limit?” Prez said, looking at the guys pulling out their wallets, whoever thought of this, it was a good idea, getting our minds off what just went down.

“Same as the entry fee,” Tugg replied, pen and paper in hand.

After collecting the money and sorting out the betting, the Prez started pulling out the names.

He pulled out the first two names, and they racked up the balls. Bruiser was the judge. The winner went into a different bag, and the game continued. All the girls but one were out, about what we had expected. Surprised they joined, but they wanted fun too, and it was only five bucks, so not a significant loss.

Then Maxine’s name was pulled out.

I smiled at her as she moved forward.

There were not many left for this round, and at the rate we are going, the guys are going to be too drunk to play soon.

She marched up to the table.

Her opponent looked at her and smirked.

“Want me to rack the balls for you, sweetheart? I wanted to punch his lights out. Oh, bow dare he sneer at my little lady?

“No, thanks, I got it, been watching closely how it’s done, she coyly answered, and set the balls on the table like a pro.

“Ladies first,” he offered.

“Are you sure?” Maxine replied as she picked up a cue, checked its length, and then chalked the end.

“Yep, got to let you have a hit at a ball at least once.” He chuckled, getting the room to join in his fun.

“Thanks.” Maxine bent over, and my pants got tighter. Looking at her from this angle, I could picture putting her on a table and taking her from behind.

What followed was a shock; the girls were cheering each shot, while the guys had their jaws on the floor, eyes wide.