Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 47

Tank POV

My girl had been the talk of the camp, and more and more rumors were floating about. Prez gave me a look that told me trouble was coming, and I was not sure. I wanted to know what it was.

Max had said she was sorry to me several times for decking the two women who had tried to approach me.

“I won’t let them touch you, Tank. You said we would give this a try and see where it takes us. That means no other women are allowed to feel what is mine. I won’t be the quiet one, letting you go, not like I have in the past, letting my man leave me, because he sees someone he thinks would be better. That girl died, I won’t apologize for wanting to keep you all for myself.” She had said through tears, after the last bimbo hit the dirt, and she felt guilty for having hit two girls, and we hadn’t been here long.

It was a turn on. I have had girls fight over me before, and I wasn’t dating them; this was different, felt different. I would be doing the same if men came onto Max; we are a team, until we both agree that we are no longer together. That it didn’t work out. That would suck big time, because it would make seeing her hard and uncomfortable, but at least we can say we tried.

“Hey, you’re the first girl to fight for me like this. I have had girls scrap over me, but not because they were mine, but because they wanted to be the one to break the ice king out of his funk. That was what the girls at the club called me, the ice king. I was cold and unforgiving, and they wanted to break the armour I put around me; they don’t understand me, and they want to be the one who can say they melted the ice. You did that without even trying. We still have a ways to go, but you chipped at the shield around my heart.” I was getting all soppy, and I never get mushy.

We had a great day and evening. The games were fun to watch, and the singing was a surprise for everyone. I knew my girl could hold a tune, and that our voices harmonized well together. We would never be paid singers, don’t get me wrong, but we weren’t bad either. Maybe singing in a club, where the public can enjoy, hearing tunes they already know, and can sing along to. Don’t need a great voice for them, be in tune and harmonize together.

I watched as Max carefully got undressed, folded her clothes neatly, placed them in a pile, and scrambled under the blankets in her underwear. She was cute to watch as she folded everything neatly. I shucked off my clothes and left them in a messy pile, not concerned about how they might crease overnight; they are where I need to grab them if needed in an emergency.

We have snuggled in and got comfortable. My shaft was always at half mast when I had her in my arms, and unless she wiggles against it by accident, it will go down, eventually. I wasn’t asleep yet when the others arrived in the tent, and we heard them whispering and giggling, trying to stay quiet.

It quietened back down, that was until the kisses started. The soft moans of pleasure, and then the slow growing sounds of intimacy, louder and louder, as calls for harder and more, I felt Max stiffen at the sounds. I wondered if she had ever heard others being intimate like this before. Both Cricket and Sticks were loud lovers, groaning and calling for more, faster, harder. The grunts from Prez and Bruiser told me they were getting close. The sounds of skin hitting skin, the wet sounds of the thrusts into the warm, moist juncture, I recognise all the sounds for what they were.

Cricket was the one to scream out first, followed by Bruiser’s roar of pleasure, then it was Stick’s turn, yelling out ‘Yes!’ As she reached her climax, lastly was Prez, his roar so loud, I am positive the rest of the camp heard him. Followed by more kisses, before the sounds settled and fell quiet.

Max relaxed when the sounds stopped, and her gentle snore followed soon after, while I lay there holding her for a while yet, playing back the day’s events, and what a day it had been. I can’t remember the last time I smiled and laughed so much, and was this relaxed.

Sleep claimed me, with a smile on my face, and my woman in my arms.

Max thrashing about in my arms woke me.

“Please, don’t hurt them.” She whimpered in her sleep. She hadn’t had a nightmare for a few nights now. I wonder if something happened today to trigger it. I held onto her, rubbing circles on her stomach, kissing her hair, neck, and shoulder. I had learned the hard way not to try to wake her but to hold her while she finds her way out of the nightmare.

“Why?” she shouted a little louder, and I whispered, “You’re safe now,” in her ear, trying to hurry her to the end. She hadn’t spoken of the nightmare; we hadn’t reached that stage, where she trusted me with her secrets, her nightmares, but I am hoping we are closer now.

The curtain moved aside, and a tired-looking Prez popped his head in.

“All good?” he asked softly, as Bruiser popped his head in too.

“Yeah,” I say, as she whimpers again.

“Nightmares often,” Bruiser asked this time.

“Most nights, sorry to wake you,” I replied as Max whimpered again.

“Has she talked about it yet?” Prez looked at Max with sympathy.

“No, not yet, didn’t want to push it.” They both nodded, and after another whimper, the curtain closed, and I heard them say something to their ladies in a low voice and the sound of a zipper closing a sleeping bag.

Max whimpered for a bit longer before peace found her. It was hard holding her and not being able to help her in her personal fight. If only she would share her burden, maybe we could get through it together, and her nightmares would reduce, and maybe one day disappear altogether. One could only hope that she will reach that stage.

I drifted back off to sleep when Max stopped whimpering and seemed to have made it through the other side.

Max moved out of my arms, bringing me to half-awake.

“Too early,” I said softly, trying to reach out and bring her back to me.

“Bathroom.” I sighed and watched her dress quickly and leave.

I drifted back to sleep and woke to the smell of coffee and bacon.

My eyes popped open.

Max was waving the coffee under my nose, a beaming smile on her face. How could one get angry at her?

Sitting up, I took the cup and the plate of food, grateful that she was thoughtful and kind. I was such a lucky man when she agreed to be my girlfriend. Max sat beside me, and we tucked into the food, something these camping trips always seem to have, which was good food, and plenty of it.

“Did I wake the others?” She asked after finishing her food and was sipping her coffee, knowing she had a nightmare, and might not have been quiet.

“Yeah, but don’t fret about it, it’s not like you could stop it from happening, did something happen yesterday to trigger it?” I tried not to pry as much as I wanted to and to reassure her that we don’t judge; we have some nightmares, hidden away, that surface unexpectedly.

“Not sure, it was a great day, I didn’t expect to have one.” She looked sad as she took another sip of her coffee, her eyes glassy.

“If ever you want to talk about it, you know I will listen,” I said reassuringly.

“Yeah, I know, give me some time.” That was what she said each time, wait.

Max took the rubbish away, and I begrudgingly got dressed. It was time to start the day. For me, it was too early, when out like this, some might sleep till noon. I had never been known to sleep that long, and I had never been upset that I had missed all the morning events.

I left our curtain open to let the air circulate, plus the guys would know we were in bed still, and tiptoe about.

Stepping out of the tent, I bent my back and stretched, hearing clicks as my body aligned itself. I was surprised I wasn’t bent out of shape. Sleeping on the ground can often leave me with aches and pains, but I was surprisingly feeling good.

I will put that down to the good woman keeping me warm and comfortable.