The Prez walked to the center of the room and looked around, waving his hands downward to silence the room.
“As you are all aware, we have been in talks with many of you, and with our former leaders who are still with us, about our VP selections. Today, we are announcing our new VP. It was not a hard decision, as this person had proven themselves over and over again, to be able to take the pressure when needed, and has had my back on too many occasions to count.” I looked around the room trying to work out who they had chosen, there were a lot of good choices.
“Tank, get your giant body out here and take the patch.” The cheers around the room were deafening as I walked to the middle, emotions churning in my insides, my back sore from all the slaps from the guys as I walked forward.
I was shocked and stunned; I hadn’t even known I was in the running.
Maxine POV
Today went by in a flash, but even with me being busy getting the final touches done in the workshop, an undercurrent of something else was going on, the whispers I couldn’t quite catch, the looks that Tank was being given. The atmosphere was like it was building to a party, but we had no party tonight, so it wasn’t very clear. I tried to concentrate on my work and not listen to the gossip that floated into the workshop.
Cricket, in her exuberant way, came bouncing in to drag me away for dinner. I had lost track of time and hadn’t noticed it was past the usual time for dinner, maybe because I had been in the kitchen helping prepare, and time can slip away quickly when you are chatting with the ladies.
Tank made sure I had a full plate before we went into the club rooms, and taking a seat, the place hummed with some hidden excitement, like they were expecting something to happen, but not sure what.
Then the Prez came forward and announced Tank as VP. This was a huge promotion, not just for the new workload he would undertake, but also for the respect the club and officials had for him. I understood not everyone had what it takes to be an official.
I clapped and cheered along with everyone else, excited at what had just been announced.
“Thank you for the trust you have in me. I will do my best to honor the patch.” He said as he took the patch, I could hear in his voice that he was all choked up at this honor.
“Any special you want to announce or ask while you are up here?” The Prez pushed, looking at me with a smirk.
No, he wouldn’t, would he?
“Yeah, I do. Max, can you come up here?” Damn it, looks like my waiting-to-wait was over. I had to make up my mind and fast.
Do I want a boyfriend?
I like Tank; he treats me like he sees me, and not as an obligation.
Walking to the front, I can feel every eye on me, and Tank looking worried as I approach, I don’t think he had intended to do this, but he would look weak if he didn’t and one thing I have learned over the years with the guys that hand around at the bike shop, was they hate looking weak, to anyone.
He looked at me, a little unsure of himself, or maybe the situation was out of his control, and he was just as worried about being stuck out here in front of everyone. Or perhaps he was concerned about how it would look if I said no, in front of everyone; it wouldn’t look good for him.
Then, as if making up his mind, he pulled me to him, so I was flush against him, one hand on the back of my head, the other around my waist. I was going nowhere fast, and then he lowered his head and gave me a searing kiss, like a mind-blowing, hot, breath-taking kiss. Full of passion and longing all rolled into one.
I didn’t know which way was up. If it hadn’t been holding onto me, I am positive I would have hit the floor in a puddle of goo. My knees went weak; nothing had prepared me for this kind of kiss. I hadn’t even realised one could be like this. It made my lady part throb with a need I hadn’t felt before. I felt alive and wanted more. At the same time, I needed to pull away and catch my breath.
The blood that was rushing through my ears settled, and I heard wolf whistles and other chants and cheers as Tank slowly removed his lips from mine and looked me in the eyes.
“Tell me you are mine.” He asked in a husky voice, which told me he was as affected by the kiss as I was. His voice was loud enough for the room to go quiet as they waited for my answer.
I should have my head, yes, I couldn’t say no in front of everyone like this.
“Use words, my little lady; they need to hear you accept me,” he said, his eyes looked like they were on fire.
“I am yours,” I said louder, but not by much, but it was enough for cheers to roar out in the room, a double celebration had started. I wouldn’t get a cut to say I am his ole lady, not yet. We have a ways to go before that, but the men and women now know Tank was taken, and so was I. That gave me a certain amount of gang protection, and I get to scratch the eyes out of any woman who tries to take him from me.
Tank lifted me up, swung me around, gave me another kiss, then carried me back to the girls, where he sat and held me on his lap. The guys came over to congratulate him on making VP and for taking a woman. He was on cloud nine, with all the attention.
I gained a glass of cordial so I could drink to the toasts they were calling out, and I am sure I was getting redder and redder as the night progressed from the lewd suggestions some of the now more than drunk guys were saying; alcohol removed any filter, not that many had one in the first place, but what restraint they had in the beginning faded away with each drink the drank. Till many were singing ditties and old rock music. Instead of the stereo belting out tunes, the guys brought out guitars and drums, one had a mouth organ, and soon singing began. This was nothing like what I had imagined; some of these guys could carry a tune.
Tank joined in on a song, and his deep baritone voice vibrated through my body, making me swoon. He had a great voice.
“Can you play?” Tank asked, when there was a lull in the music, the guitarist went to the can, leaving his guitar on the nearby table.
“Yeah, my Grandpa taught me,” I replied shyly.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.