Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 7

Tank POV

I don’t know what came over me. I think I shocked everyone in the room, as well as myself. One minute, I was following Max and chatting about the bike build. It would be great to get that baby back on the road. The owner could walk again now, and I was sure he was eager to ride her again.

I thought, like all of us did, that it would be impossible to rebuild. Next, I lifted Maxine and carried her to the seat Sticks offered her. I am sitting and keeping her on my lap, my arms around her, not too tightly, waiting for her to fight to get off me, but she didn’t; she sat perfectly still, as if trying to work out what was going on.

The girls were giving her a knowing look, but keeping quiet; it was enough that they read the signals, not that it was that hard to figure out. All the guys would read this as me staking my claim.

Was that what I was doing? I wanted to protect her and be there for her; she had been through a lot lately, and if I could make her feel just a little better, I wanted to. I wish I had gone with the guys to help her settle into her apartment, but we had too much to do here.

“Would you like a drink, Maxine?” One of the guys who had been fixing bikes asked, but I don’t remember his name. “I have water coming, thanks for the offer though.” Her sweet voice answered, reviving the semi. “Sure thing, sweetness. You need anything, give us a call.”

It took all of my strength not to yell at him to ‘back off’. Even the others around me gave him a look that said, ‘You’re an idiot.’ Pulling her back closer to me, stacking my claim more obviously, having Brett lift his hands in surrender, and backing up.

“What are you doing?” Maxine asked softly; she didn’t fight me. “Protecting you, you don’t need these guys thinking you are available, you will be freer to walk about, if they think you are already taken.” It was true, the guys won’t hit on her if they think I have staked a claim.

“Should I be saying thank you?” she chuckled back. “Do you want these guys chatting you up?” I was a little annoyed and worried she might say yes. “I have just left a bad relationship, not in a hurry to start another.” It might not be the words I want to hear, but it made me feel a bit better.

“Then being my girl will protect you.” I nuzzled her ear, and she wiggled on my lap, making my semi harder. Better not do that again. That was how I gained a girl. I hadn’t meant for it to go that far, but now that I have suggested that she be my girl, I found I was okay with that.

“Okay, we can take it slowly, get to know each other. I am in no hurry to do more than that. Can you cope with no s*x?” She replied softly. I am unsure if she realized how good I felt when she said yes. “Perfect. Can I kiss?” I will accept whatever she gives me. I can’t say why, but this girl gets to me—breaking down the barriers I had put up.

The two hours I spent working with her made me want to get to know her better. She was witty and made me laugh more than once with her cocky, sassy mouth. Giving us as much as we gave her, I liked that she wasn’t chasing or afraid of us. “Maybe.”

She giggled back, not moving, happy to lie on my chest and have my arms wrapped around her waist. She felt good in my arms, a strong, toned body, not an ounce of fat on her; she didn’t feel like I would break her, like many of these soft-bodied girls felt like. I liked the fact that she was teasing me.

I have not been challenged like this before, by a woman. Most come and throw themselves at you, showing all the goods they have to offer, which often made me look away —uninterested in something most of the guys have already tried —but Maxine was challenging me, and I bet she will make me fight for every step forward we might make.

“Would you mind if I announced to the guys that you are mine?” I asked, nibbling her ear, and bit down softly on it. “Does that protect me from wandering hands and them hitting on me?” She asked, and I growled in her ear. “Who hit on you?” I wanted to tear him limb from limb.

“Back off, big man. You were there when he was being polite, but I got the message he wanted more, and so did you.” She growled back at me, and that turned me on more than I wanted to admit. “Yeah. Yeah. I get it, and to answer your question, you bet your sweet tooty it does.

Once I name you as mine, none of the guys would ‘hit on you,’ as you put it; if they did, I would deal with them. You come to me, and I will give them a bloody nose as a reminder. I won’t mean you my ole lady yet, just hands off as we sort it out.”

I am hopeful that she would say yes, yet it’s the only way to protect her, although she already has a lot more respect than even some of the ‘claimed ladies’ have, because she was included in the family years ago, but didn’t know it. Heck, even I hadn’t known that she was an honorary family until I heard the guys talking in the workshop about this sweet young thing.

“I can handle myself, have been for years.” Maxine still wouldn’t back down. Maybe I am pushing too hard. “If you let me in, you would need to have to ‘handle it’ by yourself any longer; the guys and I will have your back.” Why was it so hard to get this girl to want me? I have women falling at my feet, and for once, I decide I like a chick, and she’s giving me a hard time.

Deep down, I love it, but it’s frustrating too. The chase was on. “Let me think about it.” She replied and sipped her water, the ice clunking against the glass as she tilted it to drink, and I watched with fascination as her slender throat moved as she swallowed.

Maxine didn’t move off my lap, happily continued her conversation with Sticks and the girls, more girls came to sit around us, her friends had returned.

However, the slutty one was still out having fun with noms, only one patched member touched her, but then he goes for any girl that will spread her legs, he don’t mind who they are, as long as they are willing. By the sounds of it, that girl had been with five different guys already.

That must be an all-time high. We have one more nom left that might consider giving her one, and one I can’t see taking her to bed. He looked more like he wanted to slap her around a bit than bed her. The others are busy doing tasks; they have no time to have fun.

Mind you, those who have had the girl shouldn’t have had time either, but I turned a blind eye to that. Sometimes you’ve got to let them have their little pleasures, as long as no one gets hurt and the jobs are done.

Being a nom was rough, and having some fun after a long run with none can refresh the batteries, so to speak. Maxine moved to place her empty glass on the table, it was nothing complicated, a simple movement, but the way her butt- cheeks moved on my semi, had it hardening soi far that my jeans got tight, and I thought I was going to explode right then and there, it have been a while since a girl managed to make me this close to coming with no effort at all.

Just being herself was all it took. Pizza arrived: Thirty boxes. Hope that was enough to go around. The nom’s got started on their work, going around offering the pizza to the patched members first, and then to us, the visiting girls, they would get some last, if there was any left by then.

Most of the time, they get nothing, and most are too busy screwing or trying to get more attention from the guys to bother eating anyway.

It amuses me watching them, looking so desperate to be part of the family, but don’t realize that they would never be made one, even if they got pregnant, none would claim her or the child as theirs, as they sleep around too much for anyone to admit it could be theirs.