Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 8

Maxine POV

Poor Tank, he was trying so hard to get me to commit to him, and although I like him, he makes me feel safe in his big, strong, muscular arms, holding me on his lap, his body warmth warming me as I lie against his chest. All feels great, and more than I had expected. I am hesitant to commit to anyone, so soon, it has only been a little over a week since I was kicked out of my home and lost my boyfriend.

It felt too soon to commit to another guy I hardly know; it took a lot for me to accept my ex because of my insecurities, and I don’t trust my sister with any man I choose; they all succumb to a pretty face and a willing body sooner or later.

“Sticks, what do you think about what Tank asked? Do you think it’s too soon to commit to another guy?” I asked, after Tank put me down, so he could go to the bathroom. I had waited till he was out of sight before asking.

“You’re the first girl he ever asked to be his. He rarely interacts with the ladies. I would take him up on the offer, it’s a ‘get to know each other’ time, and while you are working out if you are gonna stay together, it keeps the others respectful of the two of you. You are already one of us, regardless. But it would be better for you and the guys that have their eye on you to take up the offer, be at least attached to one of the guys, to keep the piece.” Sticks replied, giggling as the other girls of her group nodded their heads in agreement.

“It doesn’t hurt none, honey, you’re safe with a tag,” Cricket added, showing off her new cut, having been officially claimed as one of the guys’ old ladies.

“Other guys have eyes on me?” I am shocked by that comment. I am not the sort of woman most guys give a second glance at.

“You are a preferred woman over almost all here, and definitely those loose ones that bore most of the patch members. It was not easy to find a woman to fit into our lifestyle that was not already a skank. You fit that place. You are gorgeous, confident, give as good as you get, take no shiet, yet respect the boundaries of this lifestyle, plus-and this was a huge plus for most here-you can fix their bikes. For free. What more can a guy want? You can virtually take your pick from the single interested patch members.” They glowed with pride at what was said, the others nodding in agreement. In their eyes, I was a perfect candidate for the members and for the group.

The ladies tried to convince me to accept Tank, get back on the bike, so to speak. I get what they are saying, and with my sister being engaged, she won’t be trying to take my boyfriend this time. Would she want a biker? Like that would go against everything Mom and Dad would like, mind you.

I can’t see what she saw the benefit of taking my boyfriend for. He wasn’t anyone special or of high status; his family was average.

But a biker would definitely make a mother have a heart attack, not her precious little girl with a dangerous biker.

That thought alone had me smiling. I can do this. Why not be what my parents say I am, a bad girl, falling with the wrong crowd? Mind you, if I were falling in with the wrong crowd, how come they love my ex now? My parents have no clue; any boyfriend of mine would be the bad guy in their eyes.

Well, until now. When my sister decided to get pregnant, he was the wrong guy until then.

Tank came back and picked me up, causing me to squeak out in surprise, as he sat where I was sitting and pulled me back onto his lap.

“Miss me?” He nuzzled my neck again, and I shrugged my shoulders and squirmed in an effort to move his face from my neck; his beard tickled.

“Mayyy beeee,” I replied, drawing out the word.

“Do you need anything, like something to eat or more water?” Tank was so cute when he was trying to be tender, yet he-man mucho at the same time.

“Yeah,” I replied as I wiggled again in his arms and he tightened his hold to stop my moving.

I got the huge rock-hard bulge against my butt, and was shocked by how big it was. My ex never had one that big, not that I had paid that much attention, since we didn’t get that far for me to investigate. He wore loose pants, hiding his junk, or I never got him hard enough for it to rise like Tank’s does.

It made me feel good that I could make him want me like this; it didn’t feel sleazy or dirty, like the girls that come to this club, like my sister, or Alice, my sister’s friend, who looks like she had just been with another prospect, the patch members have been turning her away, as she broke rule after rule, I am shocked they hadn’t thrown her out yet.

Without asking me what I wanted, a tray of finger food arrived, and a large glass of water with ice.

We all dug in, I grabbed the spicy chicken drumsticks and munched on them like I hadn’t eaten all day. Jokes were told as we ate, and more patch members pulled up a chair, and our small group grew to over thirty. More and more food came out. I looked over to the area where the girls were, which included Alice, and they were watching us; jealousy filled their eyes.

Alice, being the ignorant, stupid chick that she was, moved the rope that segregated us and tried to be with us. Still, before she took more than six steps, a huge nom or prospect, I learned that different countries call them different things. Still, they mean the same: a nominee or a prospect is

a guy during a probationary period before gaining a patch. Anyway, the nom picked her up, and with a snap of the Prez’s fingers and nod of his head, Alice was carried out the door.

What happened after she was taken out of the building? I will no doubt hear about it later, and somehow it will all be my fault, as they are good at pinning the blame on me every time.

“We’re gonna go, hope to catch up again soon,” Jenny says as she wiggles off the lap of the guy who had been cuddling her all night. He didn’t appear to want to let her go.

I stood up too, which annoyed Tank, but he didn’t push to keep me on his lap. I said goodbye and waved to Sticks and the girls, and I grabbed my jacket and headed out with the girls. They headed to the car, and I went to my bike and grabbed my lid.

“Where do you think you are going?” Tank asked, stopping me from putting on the helmet.

“The girls called it a night. It’s time to go home,” I stated the obvious.

“Why go because they are?” he asked, still confused by my simple statement.

“Yeah?” I replied as a question, wondering if I should leave or stay. I was enjoying myself, had no work tomorrow, and had yet to talk to the Prez.

“Stay.” He said, not coming too close and pressuring me, but simply stating it.

“I need to talk to the Prez, do you think he will have time?”

“Sure, come back in, and I will go find him.” I hadn’t asked earlier, but when he sat with us for a little while, it didn’t seem the right time, he was busy watching the crowd, for trouble, more like the girls causing trouble than the guys, as they appeared pretty chilled to me, but those skanks can get nasty the more they got drunk, louder, more agressive. I was surprised the guys put up with them, like this; surely they should have cut them off by now.

I waved goodbye to my girls and noticed no Alice in the car. I wondered briefly how she got home, and then pushed it out of my mind. She’s a big girl and can deal with it herself, not my worry.

Tank held my hand as he dragged me back into the clubhouse and headed to the back.

“Skins, boss in the office?” Tank asked as we passed the bar.

“Where else would he be?” he retorted, causing a smile to bloom on my face. He was just like me, with a sarcastic comeback.

He stopped at a double door and knocked.

A muffled voice called out, and Tank opened the door.