Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 77

Tank POV

I was walking out of the workshop with Prez, my mind working on different ideas.

Our conversation was done when I noticed Max sitting under a tree, and Sticks coming out of the pack house to sit with her.

Prez’s phone rang, and he nodded at me and disappeared in a different direction, so I continued towards Max.

I slowed as I neared, not liking the look on Max’s face; something Sticks was saying didn’t sit well with her.

Stopping to lean on the tree and listen, I was not impressed either. Max should have some say, and it sounded like she had none. Will have to speak with Prez about this; something didn’t add up. To me, anyway, but maybe when I talk to Max, an idea would come to me about why this felt odd. I think a mix of emotions. I am not one to listen in, so this was new to me. On the one hand, I was happy I listened in, and on the other hand, I felt guilty for having done

Sticks left, with a spring in her step, happy with the outcome, but left Max feeling like a dog do-do.

Time to talk to her and tell her what I know.

I didn’t carry her upstairs this time, thought it might attract attention, and Max didn’t need any of that while she was feeling low.

We were on the bed. I was leaning back against the headboard, Max with her back to me, lying on my chest, my hands on her belly.

“I agree that the girls should have talked with you; leaving you in the dark like this doesn’t help you at all. Your nerves must be shot already. Where do you want me to start?” I asked, opening it up for her to get anything off her chest.

“I am assuming they chose my outfit because it would be something I wouldn’t want to wear, so if it is terrible, don’t blame me, and I am definitely going to be out of my comfort zone on that day. So tell me what to expect.” I could hear the hurt in her voice and the sound of defeat. It didn’t sound like my little lady at all, and I didn’t like the sounds of that.

“You will most likely be in a long dress, the top will be what do you girls call it, a corset? Well, anyway, it’s the one with the corded ties at the back, that pulled tight, making your already ample bosom pop out the top. The dress would go to the floor, some like it dragging on the floor, so I am not sure what they have planned, then you could put something over the top, to make you feel better.” I take a deep breath, so far so good, she hasn’t growled at me yet.

“They have agreed to have it outside, which by the way was the best thing you could have suggested, we set up twelve Harleys side by side forming your aisle, six on each side, as you walk passed a bike, it will be revved up once, until you reach me, waiting for you, under the tree, we shall say some promises, I give you the cut, and all twelve of the bikes with rev out three times, and then we are hitched, and we can celebrate. The bikes will go back to the car park, giving the members a chance to bring in tables and chairs, and a band will play, and hopefully you will have fun.” I tried to give as much as I could think of; not all clubs do it this way. This was our way of celebrating a couple’s union.

“Sounds lovely, thank you for telling me, it was frustrating not having a clue, do I need to write my own promises, or are there standard ones?” I hadn’t really thought about it that deeply. I should have.

“Say what you feel, it’s not scripted,” I reply, pulling her chin up so I can kiss her.

“Good, not sure I would remember what I wrote if I had to write one. I can do something off the cuff.” She sounded a lot better than when we came upstairs.

“I heard about Doris. Are you okay?” Hearing that Doris had a broken jaw gave me a sense of pride that my little lady can provide a good punch.

“I will tell you some of my nightmares, if you will tell me why you worry so much about being intimate, you said you haven’t been with a woman in years, not that way.”

I took a deep breath and thought for a bit. We have to get some of this in the open before our commitment.

“I used to be a love ’em, leave ’em kind of guy, like a lot of young ones are; most were more than happy for me to service their needs, knowing they would never get my cut. For years, my brother and I were the same, all through high school, and after, they show up, straddle me, showing their interest, and if they managed to make me hard, I would do it anywhere, just like you see some on a Saturday night, that was me.” I take a deep breath, swallowing the lump that was beginning to form.

“This girl had been coming to the club for weeks, always trying to attract Zero and my attention, and we flipped for her, and I won. I took her out back, where we have a room in one of the sheds, with a bed, well, more than one bed, but you get the picture. She stripped slowly for me, giving me a show, and pulled it out of my pants, playing with it, but couldn’t get her mouth on it, but tried. She then climbed on me, lowering herself as if riding me, and I grabbed her hips and thrust up.” I stopped, my breath short, and I was shaking. Max turned to look at her hands on my cheeks.

“Hey, if it’s too hard.” She left that hanging.

“No, you deserve to know, just like you are going to tell me all about yours.” She nodded and straddled my thighs, watching my face.

“When I thrust up, she screamed, and screamed and screamed, I pushed her off me, pulling out of her, and she was covered in blood,, it was gushing out of her, I pulled up my jeans, and picked up the now out cold girl, and raced her to the doc, he spent a few minutes examining her, and asking me question, before getting into a car and off to the hospital, where they sewed her up, and gave her blood transfusion. Turns out she was a virgin, and wanted either Zero or me to be her first, not realising what she was getting, as you have seen, we aren’t small. Neither Zero nor I knew she was a virgin. From that day on, when a girl tried to get on with me, I would see that poor lass screaming, and my shaft would go flat, and nothing they could do could get it to rise. I was reduced to hand jobs in the bathroom, and thought I would never be able to be with a girl, till I met you.” She kissed me softly, tenderly, as if trying to heal the wounds embedded in my soul.

“You will be fine, you are big, but I trust you.” She whispered as she peppered kisses on me.

“At least you know I won’t cheat. I couldn’t get it to rise at all until you came along. Except by my hand.” I said, kissing her deeply.