Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 63

Tank POV

Max was the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time.

I can’t say it enough. Best thing for the club, what she can do, she was still reserved, has only a chosen few that she laughs with, she basically sticks to herself, does her thing, when not by my side.

Being brought breakfast in bed was a first, maybe when I was younger and sick in bed, but that was it; you get up, are healthy, and eat with everyone else.

I could get used to this kind of treatment, service, call it what you want, but I like it.

My heart was breaking for Max, as she told her story of her first time stitching skin, as she called it, and on the person she loved the most, had to have been difficult for a ten-year-old, then the street wars, I remember news, and the family telling us we should on th count our blessings, and be thankful we don’t have a life like that, but Max was in it, doing it, surviving it, even though she had a home of sorts, she was still a street kid by heart, losing her Grandmother, had her wandering the streets, as much as her Grandpa tried to keep her safe, and in the end, taught her the correct way to fight, since he couldn’t stop what was happening at home, and where she ran when she needed to vent, he loved with all his heart, that was until he too left this world. She lost it for a while, till she started at the bike shop, putting all her love of engines to use and gaining training.

The emotions I felt for this woman stirred things long buried, thought dead.

I went to kiss her, feeling I needed the connection, to give and take from her what I needed, and hoped she did too, but what I got was more than I bargained for. Soon I was lying on her, kissing her as if eating her alive, thrusting my tongue, and dancing with hers. I was getting hard, and the thought of taking her here and now entered my head. Was I ready to take that step? Was she ready?

I ground my hips against her core, and she moaned in my mouth, and didn’t push me away. Hope bloomed that maybe she could be the one, which removed that nightmare.

This was it, I was going to try to go further than I had in years. I reached up and cupped her generous chest, and squeezed it, thinking about removing her bra and releasing them from the restraints, what I would do to her, and worry about how far we go later, for now I want to pleasure her, and make her scream my name out loud, as no woman had since that day.

Then came the sound I will hate the most, one that always had the worst possible timing.

Someone was knocking on our door, and just like that, the mood was gone beyond my grasp.

I leaned my head against hers and tried to get my breathing back under control.

Then, another thing I hate, which gets me angry when it happens.

“Hey, you two still in there?” I heard the squeak of the door handle, and the door opened. How dare she open my door without my permission, and what the heck was she doing on our floor? She was not one of the few who were allowed on this floor level. I was about to yell at her for barging in.

“It’s lunch time, and the Prez wants us all downstairs in the main hall. You can grab something to eat, but he wants to talk to us.” Some chick, that I don’t have much to do with, was leaning on the door frame, looking at us on the bed, her eyes full of lust as she takes in our position.

“Seen enough, Doris?” Max glared at her with such venom.

“Nope, I could look at that backside all day long; it might be fine.” She smirked, and I felt ready to hit a woman.

“Sticks, you need to deal with Doris. She entered our room without permission and then refused to leave because she was enjoying the view of Tank’s a$$. I threatened laundry duty, but thought you might like a quiet word.” Max spoke softly, while the Prez was flicking through his phone, yet to acknowledge that we were standing there.

“She shouldn’t have been on that level. What was her excuse?” Sticks asked, just as softly.

“To come downstairs, Prez’s orders.” That caught Prez’s attention; his face lifted from his phone, anger on his face.

“Not likely, I had asked the kitchen staff if you guys were awake yet. I knew both of you had had a hard day, and wouldn’t have been surprised if you slept in.”

“She must have taken it upon herself to make her way up there.”

“We weren’t sleeping, let’s say she got an eyeful.” Max chuckled, a dry laugh.

“I will sort it. She knows that the floor was out of bounds.” Sticks reassured Max, hugging her as if Max needed comfort.

“Stick close, keep an eye out, I think we have a mole,” Prez said, before we followed him out of the main hall.

My mind ran through yesterday, trying to figure out if any of the men had acted oddly; none came to mind, but his comment suddenly made me doubt and look at everyone wit