Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 41

Tank POV

I was amused that Max never asked why I didn’t start the bike first before letting her climb on, she must have known that was what we usually did: start, get balanced, and then get the passenger on board. I had deliberately waited for her to get on before starting, so she would have the extra vibration between her legs, giving her, I hope, a cheap thrill, as the bike roared into life.

That thought had me semi-hard for a while when we first took off, thinking I had gotten her wet there.

This woman had me dreaming up different ways to make her horny. I liked the challenge of it, but the only downfall was that it got me horny too, and sometimes a cold shower doesn’t cut it. I have no clue if she was fixing herself or not. So far, I haven’t heard or caught her, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t being done, if you know what I mean.

Talk about being surprised. Sharing her water with me was an intimate act, in my books, you don’t share the same spit. But she had, and the water had a lemon flavor to it, not a lot and not sweet or sour, more like a few drops to make the water taste better. Her leaning forward and offering the straw was not something I had expected. I had expected her to hand me a bottle of water or something, then the snack, which was homemade and tasty. I could eat a lot more of those. Having her on the back so far has been a pleasant experience and full of surprises. I liked getting food and drinks handed to me, so to speak, like this.

The small service station in the middle of nowhere came into view, and we all started pulling in to fuel up, grab snacks and coffee, smoke for those who smoked, and use the bathroom. I paid for the fuel and wheeled my bike under a tree.

Max came to me, holding out a cup of coffee and a meat pie. I took both, and she sat beside me, no qualms about sitting on the ground, getting her jeans dirty, and dug into her own pie.

How did I get so lucky?

“What, no sauce?” I joked at her, looking heartbroken.

She stopped mid-bite, moved her hand to the inside of her jacket, and produced two sachets of sauce, one tomato and one barbecue.

“Little lady, you are the best.” I took both and drizzled them on my pie. I wouldn’t have used the barbecue, but since she took the trouble to grab some, I added it; the pie didn’t taste half bad, with both sauces on it.

Others came and sat nearby, still talking about the pool competition and Maxine’s proficiency. They want her to keep playing until she misses, because she had already broken a record set a long time ago, and they wanted to make sure it would be too hard to break again.

“Time’s up, let’s hit the road,” Bruiser called out as he threw his wrapper in the bin. Cricket was rushing to keep up with his long strides; he didn’t even notice her. Almost jogging to keep up, he was too fixated on getting things rolling again.

I moved to my bike, threw my leg over, and reached down and started it up. Helmet on, jacket zipped, Max was waiting by the motorcycle for me to acknowledge her with a quick nod. She climbed on the back, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. I hardly noticed the movement of the bike; if her groin had not been so close to my back, I might not have noticed at all that she wiggled, and there goes my shaft again, getting hard. I am like a horny teenager. No one would believe me if I told them I hadn’t been intimate with her yet.

I found my place, by Prez, and we took off. I had changed the music selection while I was waiting for Max, and I hope she likes this next set. It was heavy rock, something that was, for most, a little too loud for the first thing in the morning. Now we have the cobwebs out, a bit of heavy rock was just the thing for this leg, which will take us to lunch at the next stop.

Max was moving to the beat, and sporadically she would lean forward and tap my thigh at it.

This turned out to be an enjoyable ride, better than I predicted. Max was a lot of fun and not afraid to enjoy herself.

I had heard a little about her past and how hard her life had been. It was good to see she wasn’t afraid to relax and enjoy herself when she could, and that she didn’t turn into a bitter woman. When I heard about her family kicking her out and what her ex did, I wanted to storm over there and sort them out, but Sticks wouldn’t hear of it. She said to let Max sort it out herself. Getting involved wouldn’t help Max come to terms with it, and she was right. Max did need to work through it, and if she needed a hand when she was ready, a whole slew of members would have her back. That also included members who were cops, and a judge, all legal. We have a lot of family.

We came to one of my favorite parts of the trip: lots of winding roads. The scenery on the left side was picturesque, though there was a long, dangerous drop. If you mess it up, which so far none of us have, it was well worth the trip to view it. We were on our way up a small mountainside, and on the other side was just as beautiful a view. You can see birds in the sky, at the same level as you, rather than looking up, you look out to see them enjoying the thermal currents. Looking down, you can see the river as it snakes its way through the land below. Small billowy clouds drifted aimlessly across the sky. This was tranquil scenery; no matter how stressed you were, one look here and your stress melts away.

“Beautiful,” Max said through our intercom.

“That it is, I would love a house up here and capture that view. I don’t think I will ever tire of it,” I replied reverently.

We reached the top and parked at the lookout, giving us a small break before our descent.

This was a great spot, plenty of parking, because tourist buses stop there, and there was a small tower that gave us a three-sixty panoramic view. It was breathtaking. Max took some photos on her phone, smiling all the time.

“Tank, can you stand with me, and we take a picture here, with that view behind us?” Max asked shyly. It would be our first photo taken together. I couldn’t think of a better place to have a first with her. There aren’t many firsts left in my life to give her, and I would be happy to provide her with everything I have.

“Let me take it for you,” Sticks chirped, taking Max’s phone from her hand. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her cheek as Sticks took the photo.

“That was cute, Tank. Want another?” Sticks took a few more pictures at different locations, each with a view behind us.

“Here.” Sticks gave Max her phone back and winked at me as she returned to be with Prez.

“Look at this one.” Max offered me her phone. Instead of taking it from her, I covered my hand over hers and brought her to stand beside me, together looking at her phone, as she flipped through the pictures that Sticks took.

“That one would be nice printed, will send it to my laptop and print it off, when we return.” It was a good picture, both of us smiling, which was a rare sight on me.

What could I say?

No?

Not likely.

She glowed about her as she spoke about the photo, and I cannot burst her bubble by saying no to her printing any of those pictures.

“Time,” Prez called, and we headed back to our bikes. This was always a stopping point on the ladies’ ride day.

The ride down the mountain was as good, if not better, than going up, because we had more views that would take your breath away. Mother Nature put this here for us to enjoy. I would hate for anything to happen to it. There had been threats that a mining company would buy the mountains, suggesting there was tremendous wealth below the surface, but the community won out. The mining company lost the fight to buy it; now it was designated a national treasure, with rare native fauna and flora found nowhere else but on the mountain.

You could see our lunch destination for a very long time as we rode down the hillside, getting closer after each bend in the road.

“That’s our stop?” Max asked when there was a break in the songs, which I had toned down a bit, then the heavy rock, the peaceful place called for quiet music, still rock, just tamer.

“Yep, lunch, about an hour,” I responded. The place we will stop at looks run-down on the outside, but it has the best burgers around and is clean inside.