Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 96

Maxine/Fixer POV

I giggled as Tank got frustrated with the ties. It was Jenny’s idea to cut the tie from one long one to make it single ones; he would have to undo ten ties, all with double knots. She was cruel that way, said it builds up the lust, I thought it just made him frustrated, not lustful or full of desire. It made me want to help him, or have him just rip it off me. But I did as Jenny suggested and stood still, and let him work it out on his own.

But he was good, quicker after he worked out how the ties were knotted. I have to admit I was getting aroused as he worked on my ties; his concentration and patience were fantastic. Tank was gentle and attentive, even when we reached the intimate stage, and the pain ripped through me. I was prepared for some of it, but when it happened, it still came as a shock.

His shaft filled me. I doubt there was any room left inside. I completely encased him, snug like a condom. But once the initial shock was over, the pleasure that washed over me was beyond words. His feasting, as he called it, never brought me this much pleasure, and need. The feel of him pulsing inside, when he came, was amazing, a feeling I can hardly explain.

I was totally his now, and I would fight for him.

Tank cleaned me up, his care so soft and gentle, almost like he thought I was in pain, and didn’t want to push too hard as he wiped away the evidence of our lovemaking. I was asleep before he came out of the bathroom. I vaguely remember his arms pulling me close to him, but I was too far gone to say anything.

What a day, it was all I had wanted, and more.

Morning came, it was ten o’clock when I woke, Tank still sleeping, as I climbed out of bed and headed to the shower.

I stared at my reflection, and couldn’t see anything different, not a magic sign saying I was now married, or that I was no longer a virgin. I was still me. Not that I had really thought there would be. It’s like nothing happened, no hickies, or leftover marks, or bruises. I looked exactly the same as yesterday when I had a shower, before getting ready to get married.

Turned on the shower and climbed in, with a small sting between the legs when I washed there; it was about the only sign I had lost the V-card. As I washed, I thought about our day, and evening, and all the fun I had, the jokes, the acceptance, the bonding, even the problem that Sticks and Cricket were having, showed no signs of an issue. Bruiser and Prez were attached to their ladies when they weren’t attached to me. All appeared to have been forgiven and forgotten, or at least put aside for the special day.

The bathroom door opened, and Tank joined me in the shower.

“Fixer, why didn’t you wake me?” He kissed my neck and held onto me from behind.

“Thought let you sleep. Wake you with coffee.” I leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles against my back.

“What time are we going to see the lawyer?” Tank asked as he reached for the soap and took it from my hands.

“I had said this afternoon, but before he left, he suggested coming when I woke. After breakfast?” I have no idea what he wanted me for; maybe more paperwork to sign. There seemed to be so much of it when changing your name.

“We can be there before lunch, get it over with, and do a bit of shopping while in town.” Tank suggested, as he washed my body, kissing my chest, neck, and tummy, when he lowered himself to wash my lower body, lifting each foot to wash them, causing me to place my hands on his shoulders for balance.

Breakfast was a help-yourself day, with us all waking at different times, many still asleep after a late night, looking out the kitchen window at all the mess in the yard yet to be cleaned up, and amongst the mess were bodies sleeping on the lawn. It brought back a party not that long ago, with drunken bodies left where they collapsed. Luckily, it wasn’t winter, or they could catch nasty colds.

We had toast and coffee before leaving in his van. Tank had the window down, the radio on low, and held my hand, while his other hand was on the steering wheel.

“The wedding was beautiful, the girls did a bang-up job, setting it up,” I said, not that I needed to make conversation, but because I wanted to share my thoughts on our special day.

“That wedding was lovely, different from the usual ceremonies. I had a great time.” He boasted, glowing over the ceremony, and chatted about it until the receptionist had delivered the coffee, and he got to the reason we were here.

“There’s no easy way to discuss this, so I will be blunt. First on the list was your Grandpa’s estate. The house and finances that your so-called parents gained were not all there was. Your grandparents had put in your name, when you were sixteen, and us as trustees till you were twenty-one or married, was a parcel of land that actually adjoined the club lands, it’s double their size, and includes that swimming hole all the kids enjoy swimming at each summer, plus a very large sum of money, that has been growing in value each year. The trustees were the accountant and me, managing your affairs for many years now.” He pushed one of the manila folders at me, and I flipped open the cover to see the land title, now in my new name, and some bank statements that tallied higher than most lottery jackpots, shocking me with the totals. Tank whistled at the sight.

“The next will be harder to swallow; your parents were not your parents.” Say what? He paused while I digested what he just said.

“Huh? Explain.” I pushed, after gulping down some hot coffee, trying to remove the lump forming there.

“Your birth parents were ostracized by your father’s parents; they didn’t think your mother was good enough for him. Your mother died when you were two, and your mother’s ma took you in, but after constant nagging from those you believed to be your parents, pushing that they should look after you, as they had a daughter to keep you company, they gave you over. Grandpa gave your parents money each month to cover what you needed, but that stopped when they realized they weren’t providing it. They stopped all payments and brought what you needed themselves. You were about eight at the time.”

“That was when my life changed for the worse; they turned on me, my sister, or whoever she was, because they were vicious.” I softly said, hardly believing what I was hearing.

“Anyway, your parents, who raised you, were really your uncle and aunt; your birth mother was your aunt’s sister.”

“So it was all for money. I wondered why they changed again when Grandpa died, less interested in my life, making me buy my own things, and not attending to any of my needs.”

“That was why when your grandma died and left you everything in her will, they presumed all went to Grandpa, but he had everything legally put in your name, and we have been your trustees since. If they knew, they would have hounded you to get their hands on it.” I glanced at the other folders and wondered what other Pandora’s box he was going to open on me.