Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 46

Max POV

Tank never seemed to tire, having me on his back, I was surprised how long he held onto me, chatting away and pointing things out as we made ourselves around the place, checking out the different games going on, but not joining any this time round, none of them appealed enough to make me want to climb off Tank’s back. He seemed to have endless energy.

I was getting tired, and I must have yawned too often, prompting Tank to suggest we return to the others.

The bathroom first, and then hopefully I won’t need to go again before bed.

It didn’t surprise me that the number of people who greeted Tank was either a bro handshake or a nod. There was no backslapping because I was still on his back, but many congratulated him on making VP. Others just said hello; if they noticed the VP status, they never showed it. I relieved myself and washed my hands and face, glad to wash away today’s grime. I wasn’t sure what the campsite would have, but it seems they were well catered for here. When the clubs run things, they do a good job of making sure needs are met. That’s what it appears to be so far.

My blood boiled when I noticed some bottle blonde bimbo after my man, I wanted to tear her eyes out, for leaning over and looking at his junk, that belonged to me, not that I had even used it yet. However, it was still mine, and I have no clue where all this possessiveness comes from; maybe I am fed up with others taking what was mine. No one was taking my man this time.

I tried to be friendly and polite while keeping my temper in check. I noticed others stopping to watch as I growled at the girl in a low tone, but she ignored me and suggested a threesome. That was it for me. I don’t share, ever.

The sudden shriek of shock and the sudden claps of bystanders had all happened quickly. One moment, I was trying to keep calm and not embarrass Tank, and the next, the bimbo attempted to put her hands on me, and I saw red. No one puts their hands on me, not anymore, unless I permit it. I was not that submissive girl any longer.

The woman sat up, shaking her head, crying like a baby; she was covered in mud from the wet ground and splashes from the urinal water, and maybe a bit more. Some guy came forward and lifted her off the ground, and she turned and cried in his arms. He gave me the thumbs up and led her away, with a smirk. I guess he will give her what she was asking for.

“Tank, why are there so many singles? I thought it was couples weekend?” I asked, confused.

The cleaners, cooks, guards, and general helpers are all single, but they should know we don’t want others encroaching on ours. Also, I think there are a few clubs that have brought singles too, so although it was meant to be couples, Prez said singles have managed to come this weekend. Don’t let it spoil your experience.” He had me wrapped in his arms, holding me close, as I shook. I had worked myself up over the whole ordeal.

He guided me back to a campfire, where our team was sitting, along with others, whom I didn’t know.

“Congrats, Tank.” A man with a President patch on, stood and shook his hand, slapping him on his back.

“Thanks, coming from you means a lot,” Tank replied emotionally.

“Max, this man is a good friend of mine, Reaper. This is my woman, Maxine.” Tank introduced me to a large man, not as tall as Tank but still tall, and full of muscle. I held out my hand for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” I squeaked as he pulled me for a tight hug.

“Man, I never thought I would see the day that Tank found a woman. You must be one special lady.” He said as he pushed me back to arm’s length to get a good look at me.

“She’s special Reaper, one of a kind.” Sticks chimed in, and the others nodded in agreement.

“I hear you two are the holders of the champion, tug-of-war, nice going.” Cricket was added in before we sat down.

“Oh, I heard about that, some commotion about some chick wanting to congratulate you, but Max here wouldn’t allow it.” Bruiser chuckled, giving me a knowing smile.

“She did give that woman the taste of dirt, and did the same at the urinal. The woman ended up kissing the water track.” Tank beamed proudly.

“First time here, and you set a new record and down two chicks, in how many hours have you been here?” Reaper asked, chuckling as he spoke.

“Four,” Prez answered after checking his watch, as if what had happened so far was nothing new.

“Wow, that must be a record, too.” They were all laughing about it, but I didn’t get the joke. What was funny about me decking two wanton bibos?

Some guys arrived with guitars, another with a mouth organ, someone produced a violin, and bongo drums, and soon the group was playing familiar songs. At first, I tapped along with the music, not wanting to sing. My sister always said I had a terrible singing voice and not to sing. My mother agreed, so I never sang at home. I did sing at work, but I thought the music was loud enough to drown out my voice.

“Why don’t we sing a duo, like the one on the way here?” Tank suggested softly as the song being sung was coming to a close.

“Do you think they won’t mind, like I have a terrible voice, might spoil the night?” I said hesitantly, I don’t want to bring the evening down.

“Your voice to me is beautiful, come, let’s sing,” Tank called out what he wanted us to sing to the main guitarist, and he started to strum the chords.

Tanks baritone voice rang out, into the night air, and with his encouragement joined him, trying to harmonise, no one else joined in singing, all eyes were on us, we are sang, I was seated between Tanks legs, his arms over my shoulders, resting on my tummy, and felt relaxed and happy, in his arms, and turned to look up at him, as we sang.

The cheers from the listening crowd had tears running down my cheeks. Tank wiped them away with the back of his hand.

“Now, will you believe me when I say you have a beautiful voice?” He kissed my nose, and his eyes sparkled in the firelight.

“Sing us another one.” Called out someone from the crowd, and more encouragement boomed out; I had never had anyone want to listen to my voice before.

“Tank, they want your voice, not mine,” I said, knowing he too rarely sang. He had said so.

“Both of us, or neither.” He pushed, as they started calling out songs they wanted us to sing.

We sang two more songs before I cracked open my beer, which I had won, and handed it to Tank. I didn’t feel like drinking it, so I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged some. Tank drank both, and that was it; he wasn’t a big drinker either.

We enjoyed where we were. Tank was leaning against a tree, happy to hold me, and I was content to be held, leaning against his firm chest, feeling it rumble and move as he laughed at some of the jokes being passed around.

“Max, I hear you can handle yourself.” A guy I don’t remember being given his name blurted out, when there was a pause in music and conversation, gaining a lot of unwanted attention.

“She can,” Prez answered, looking at the guy.

“Will she join the games for top woman and top male, fighter? In the mud wrestling event?” He asked excitedly.

“Why? That isn’t an event I would insist any of my ladies join, if they don’t wish to.” Prez shrugged, murmurs around us started.

“True, but the same girl has held that title for a few years now, and a few of us would like to see that girl lose her title.”

“Personal grudges have nothing to do with us. If and when the event starts, whether Max wants to join in will be her decision, same with any of my club members; we have nothing to prove.” The Prez picked up his beer and took a long swallow, the sign that this conversation was done.

I, in a very unladylike manner, yawned, gaining a chuckle from Tank.

“Come on, let’s hit the sack.” Tank tightened his hold around my waist and stood up. Taking me with him. I squeaked in surprise as he managed to stand with little to no effort, whilst holding me as if I were nothing.

“Goodnight.” We both said to those around us, and Tank, still with me in his arms, walked to the tent.