Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 91

Tank POV

The smell of coffee woke me. I opened one eye; it was strong, so I tried not to flinch or move, in case it was very close to my face.

Max was smiling at me, her eye gleaming with mirth. What a way to wake up, looking at the beautiful face each day. How was I so lucky?

We were drinking coffee, enjoying the start of the day, when the knock at the door dampened my mood. I was hoping to get Max back in this bed for a little while longer, for a bit of pre-ceremony release.

What I didn’t expect was four women invading my space so early in the morning and kicking me out. I have never had this many women in my room at once before. What am I saying? Before Max, no woman had been in my room, except the cleaner once a week to clean the bathroom. I kept my room clean and tidy, and don’t like being in a mess. But the bathroom, I don’t seem to do a good enough job, so once a week, I get the lady in.

So, with a smile, I climbed out of bed, stretched my aching limbs, and kissed my little lady, before walking across the hall to the Prez’s room, knowing that the girls were getting an eyeful. I was proud of my body, worked hard to keep it toned, and was blessed with ample length. I was just glad it stayed soft; these girls couldn’t make it rise. That was special for my woman only, and seeing the girls’ surprise made up for barging into our room before I got my chance with my little lady.

Blaze looked me up and down, then glanced over my shoulder, and burst out laughing. It happened quickly, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at what he saw; those ladies were most likely still staring at my back, in shock.

“Well, saves us telling you to strip and get in the shower, go shower.” Prez barked out, with a chuckle.

“What, no hello?” I smirked as I walked by them and into the shower.

“Hello,” They chimed.

While showering, I wondered how Max was doing. Would she be overwhelmed by all the attention, or would she sit and behave and let them do what they wanted? I couldn’t see her staying still for too long if it was not what she wanted. My little lady had matured a lot in a short time. Even Prez had noticed how well she had adapted, since she blew up at him. She showed she was a strong leader, not a follower, and perfect for Sticks, who can sometimes be overwhelmed by the responsibility her position can force on her. Having a strong second was important. My little lady was born to lead, and she shows it when she gains confidence.

Trust, I guess, takes longer; what I mistakenly took for shyness and reserve was really watch, learn, and then act. She needed to get her bearings and be comfortable here or reach her point of tolerance before lashing out, but since then, wow, my girl shines.

Leaving the bathroom, with the towel around my waist.

“Don’t need to be shy now, we have already seen your junk when you walked in the room,” Blade said, causing the others to laugh. The room was jovial, and if the rest of the day goes as it started, I am on a wild rollercoaster ride of fun and jokes.

“We have an outfit for you to wear, and you are going barefoot,” Bruiser said as he held up what looked like a sheet to me.

WTF?

“We are going casual, something out of the box, nothing like our traditional way, thought Max would be more comfortable this way, you will still wear your cut, but over the toga,” Bruiser said, as if that explained the sheet.

“It’s a sheet,” I complained bitterly. I wanted to wear my black jeans and shirt.

“No, we will help you put it on, you will look like a Roman Gladiator of the ye-old-days, and instead of a breast plate for armour, you wear your cut.” That sounded more appealing than I am wearing a sheet.

Zero was a best man too. He was already there, waiting, dressed the same as us. It took everything in me not to laugh like us, all dressed in sheets, looking like t***s.

“Bro, you ready?” Zoro asked, as he hugged me, not a bro hug, but a brotherly one, only he can get away with.

“Yep, more than ready to get this show on the road, and make that woman mind.” I grinned at him.

“You are whipped, boy, well and truly whipped.” He chuckled as the stood in line, turning to watch the bikes roar into place, a line of six side by side, all cleaned and polished, gleaming in the sunlight, the guys astride them, once they were happy they were in line, turned to look at the door, where my little lady would come from, and those jitters in my stomach, became more active, the longer we waited.

The song, “Nothing Else Matters, by Metallica, came on loud over the speakers.

“Maxine spoke to me yesterday about music, because she hadn’t been asked and wanted something of her choice, and she chose this as her wedding march to walk to you. Apt, don’t you think?” Zero whispered to me, but loud enough for the other groomsmen to hear him.

“You bet.” I grinned from ear to ear, knowing she chose this song.

Because she was right, nothing else matters, and it showed me she trusted me, and that was more than I could have hoped for after such a short time together.

The Pins arrived, as the music started, rolling a long, thin length of carpet, of swirling colors, along the ground. Cricket and Sticks followed, throwing what looked like flower petals along the ground. Then she was standing in the doorway, the goddess herself, with her BFF behind her, adjusting the back of her gown.