Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 45

Tank POV

Max was easy to please, she didn’t make a fuse with being told to get off so could park the bike, bring a rider, she would have understood, and that takes away some of the mosting you can get when a girl wants to sit on your bike and poss while you park, I have seen it happen, and makes more work for the rider.

She didn’t complain about setting up the tent area for us, so far, my little lady rarely complains. I am one lucky guy.

Max cottoned on quickly to the ablution blocks and the urinal for the men, it’s a bit archaic, but it’s functional, and that was what counted. We have a large lake nearby and a small swampy area that we often use for mud wrestling. If all goes well, I might be able to get Max into the mud-wrestling competition. I think she would do well in it. But that’s for tomorrow, if what Prez had said was right, and he usually was. We will enjoy the rest of the night together.

I knew the tug-of-war was on, so I steered us through the cheering crowd, we joined the sidelines, and watched the men try to make it to a can of beer. I have been the long standing champion, yeah, this is my first time at couples, but the championship hasn’t been broken yet. It wasn’t just getting the beer; It was timed, and I held the best time.

The last thing I expected was to be called out to show the guys it can be done.

Makes me feel good inside to be recognised for something, even if it was just for my strength. Max didn’t mind me having a go; that’s what we are here for, even if I had intended to stay by her side the whole time, but then would she enjoy seeing me win? Time to find out.

I took off my jacket and handed it to Max, putting my cut back on, to show off my colors, 1 always have to show how proud I am to be a member of our club.

There was a trick I found by mistake that made the last part slightly easier.

I waited as they harnessed me up and received the go.

My legs knew I was working them, having been relaxed on the bike all day, they needed a good stretch. Wish I had known I’d be doing this, I would have warmed up a bit, too late now. As I took the beer and let the cord pull me back, I raised the beer high.

Saw my lady on the way to me, and was shocked when another face jumped in front of her.

I have no clue who this chick was, and I had no interest in catching her. I was about to move aside so she wouldn’t jump me when she was suddenly jerked backwards, and my girl took her place and landed in my arms. The other chick was screaming on the floor. I lowered my head and captured her lips. The crowd was roaring with cheers and wolf whistles.

“Looks like we might have a new woman champion in the running, let the woman have a go.” Someone from the crowd called out.

The woman who was thrown on the floor by Max dusted herself off, gave Max the stink eye, and stormed off into the crowd.

“If the men can’t make that distance, how can a woman?” Max asked, astounded.

“They bring the podium a little closer; no chick had managed to reach the beer at this length ever. When the last girl reached the podium, they moved it back another foot. Time for you to shine, my little lady.” He grinned at me, as I was encased in his arms on the sidelines, watching as different women came forward and tried their luck. I whispered in Max’s ear at each run, explaining how to use the body and legs better. I didn’t want to give others my secrets, let them work it out themselves.

They had gone through a lot of ladies, and the volunteers were dwindling. It was dark now, and the large lights came on.

“Tank, your lady wants to give it a try?” one of the organisers asked.

“My little lady has never done this before,” I replied, giving her an out if she wanted to.

“Don’t be shy.” He encouraged.

“Only if you want to.” Max removed her jacket and handed it to me. I gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“For luck,” I said as she moved forward, and the man began to harness her.

The bitch that had tried to jump me rushed forward to be her challenger, and I smirked, knowing this was not going to end well for that chick; my girl can hold her own, even if she hadn’t done it before. She was strong and coordinated.

“Bring it on, cow.” The chick spat at Max, her spit landing at her feet. Max looked at her like she was not concerned, having been called worse before.

“Ready, Set, Go!” Just like I had explained to Max, she raced forward. The other chick was being pulled back, but Max had a sudden surge. She took the can from the podium as if it were no effort at all, and let the cord pull her back, holding the prize up high, as she had for me. I raced forward and lifted her, still in her harness, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, and threw her head back laughing.

I carried her back to the starting line so that the harness could be removed.

“We have a new champion, everyone. Tank, what’s your ole lady called?” Cheers rang out as I gave the man Max’s name; she was still grinning over her achievement.

“We have a beer each now, want to sit and watch and drink it, or wait for later?” I asked, smiling at her glowing cheeks.

“My legs feel like rubber.” She said, not answering my question.

“Want me to carry you? Piggyback?” I chuckled at the roll of her eyes at my suggestion, but I was being serious; I would carry her about if she needed it or wanted my help.

“Okay, Piggyback, then I can see what’s going on around us, and you can explain stuff to me.” I squatted down, and she scrambled. I hosted her a couple of times to get her comfortable, then moved on to the next event. For us, that one was over, while others will continue to try to reach the cans of beer.

Max giggled a lot, while on my back, I loved that she was such a bubbly person; it was hard to believe she didn’t mingle much. When given the chance to enjoy herself, she was fun to be with.

We were watching some guys throwing horseshoes for money, but that didn’t appeal, so we moved to the next one, and it was more of a style that appealed to us, some balancing game, running a miniature obstacle course that had rolling logs and water traps. We were both laughing at the way they fell. Some fell in silence; others let out a yell or scream, but what we both agreed on was that when one fell, and he called out Jeronimo as he hit the ground, I think he became a crowd favorite.

Bored watching, we were headed back to find the crew. It was getting late, and time to relax a bit. Max tapped my shoulder and informed me she needed the bathroom, so we went there first, and I relieved myself while waiting for her return.

“Hey, handsome, need a hand with that big boy?’ A busty blonde looked over the hessian protection to look at my junk, and asked, in a voice she must have thought was inviting, but one look at her was a turn off.

“I can manage, thanks,” I replied and continued to pee. I noticed Max was looking at me, her face looking stormy.

“You sure? I can help lighten the load.” She purred, trying to make herself sexy, and failed. My little lady doesn’t need to try as hard as this chick was.

“Nope, I am sure.” I had finished and was tucking myself away.

“Oh, don’t put it away, let me give you a little taste of what I can go for you.” She continued to annoy me.

“I strongly suggest you move your flimsy body away from my man, before you are face-first on the floor licking up what he just pissed out,” Max said, in a polite, calm voice that I had since learned was a voice you don’t want to be the receiver of.

“Come on, honey, surely you can share. He looks big enough to sate both of us.” She turned to look Max up and down.

“Last chance to back away.” She warned in a softer voice.

She moved to put her hands on Max’s chest. I was unsure what the chick had intended, but in the blink of an eye, she was face-first on the floor, as Max had promised, her nose touching the hessian fence, right where I had just pissed.