Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 94

Maxine/Fixer POV

The Fixer, that’s my name, I would never have guessed it, but I think it makes sense.

I love it. No longer will I have Maxine. I wonder what Sticks will shorten it to, as she did with Maxine, into Maxi Max.

The whole club used my name all night; not once did anyone make the mistake of calling me Maxine. It thrilled me each time I heard Fixer being called out.

I am unsure how to change the tattoo. So far, the tattoo was a tank, but how do I make a Fixer?

“Tank, what do you think of me putting screwdrivers or spanners like a skull and crossbones, the tank as the skull, and below the screwdriver or spanners, as the crossbones?” I threw the question out there when we had some time alone, eating dinner at a table. No one had come to join us, but they will. They were getting food. It’s been nonstop since the ceremony five hours ago; the only alone time was on the dance floor.

The music, dancing, and laughter were wild; no throwing of the bouquet or removing of the garter. We were not following any traditional script. The four of us girls grabbed a

microphone and belted out a few tunes, and although Cricket was off-key, Pins was drunk and sang a beat or two, too late, it was fun.

I did a lap dance for Tank and ended up on Tank’s lap, and that was where I stayed for a while, as we kissed and forgot the world around us. As his kiss made promises of the night yet to come. Wolf whistles and other comments were thrown at us, but I didn’t care; tonight was about having fun, letting my hair down, so to speak, being free.

“Show me?” He asked, watching me as I pulled up my phone, found the app, thought about it, fiddled for a moment, and then showed it to him.

“Nice, I like in the middle of the tank, was our club logo, and club name, and the spanners had our names, one for you and the other me. I think I would be proud to have that on my chest. I had wondered if you would put your name on an angle. Sneaky. Better the spanners over the screwdrivers.” He grinned, and his eyes softened when he looked at me.

“I had an idea before, using this style, but couldn’t make the final design till I knew my name,” I replied, still wondering if it was enough. My original design was to use bike chain links for the tank outline; it matched the ring he gave me, and the spanners were made of chain links too. But maybe it’s better to have only the spanners using chains, less ink work.

The club’s name is VaLords, short for Valley Lords. Our town was called Greenvale Valley, and the three rivers meeting at the valley gorge was the club’s logo, with VaLords on it. I had the three rivers inside the tank, being the skull if I go with this design, and our names in the crossed spanners.

“What are you looking at?” Prez asked as the group came and sat with us, each with a plate of food and drinks.

Tank took my phone and handed it to the Prez.

“That’s cool, I like the idea, where are you putting that?” Sticks asked as she looked over Prez’s shoulder to see what he was looking at. Prez handed my phone around for the others to look.

“I am having it on my chest, and Fixer would have something the same, and on the back guard of our bikes. I think you are right, though, Fixer, only the spanners, in chains.” Oh, I hadn’t realised I had said that out loud.

“So you can do something like that for us? The logo on our bikes is much better than what we have now, but we don’t all need the tank, just that logo in the center.” Bruiser suggested as he handed the phone to Blaze.

“How does she make a Bruiser?” Tank asked with a chuckle.

“Well, on the bikes we can have the three rivers logo, and our names below the club names, my name can be in flames,” Blaze answered, handing the phone back to Tank.

“But the club name was already on most bikes. Somewhere.” I countered, remembering the names on some tanks.

Tank started between my thighs, a place he loves to go to, not that I am complaining. He had me screaming with my first orgasm of the night, and was working on the second, stretching and playing with my folds and hole, till he was happy that I was ready for his large size.

“Come on, Tank, let me have some fun too,” I complained when he kept his shaft out of my reach.

“My night, lie back and enjoy.” He said once he was back to kissing me, on my lips, and pushing my hand out of the way, as I tried to grab his shaft again.

“But.” I started, but he grabbed both hands of mine and pulled them above my head, and held them there, with one of his hands.

“Hey, that’s not fair.” I whimpered as he rubbed his shaft between my legs, sending a need for him through my core, an ache, causing me to thrust my hips up, to get more friction, groaning through his kisses.

I exploded again, just by his rubbing, and was so very sensitive, and to me more than ready for him to take me, make me truly his.

“Come on, please!! I need you.” I begged, squirming under him, as he continued to kiss and tease.

Was he unable to go further? I thought.

Was his nightmare taking over, and was he unable to take that last step?

Doubts and worries started to fill my mind. The longer he played with my body, the more he brought me to another release, and my worry deepened.