I have not been challenged like this before, by a woman. Most come and throw themselves at you, showing all the goods they have to offer, which often made me look away -uninterested in something most of the guys have already tried -but Maxine was challenging me, and I bet she will make me fight for every step forward we might make.
“Would you mind if I announced to the guys that you are mine?” I asked, nibbling her ear, and bit down softly on it. “Does that protect me from wandering hands and them hitting on me?” She asked, and I growled in her ear. “Who hit on you?” I wanted to tear him limb from limb.
“Back off, big man. You were there when he was being polite, but I got the message he wanted more, and so did you.” She growled back at me, and that turned me on more than I wanted to admit. “Yeah. Yeah. I get it, and to answer your question, you bet your sweet tooty it does.
Once I name you as mine, none of the guys would ‘hit on you,’ as you put it; if they did, I would deal with them. You come to me, and I will give them a bloody nose as a reminder. I won’t mean you my ole lady yet, just hands off as we sort it out.”
I am hopeful that she would say yes, yet it’s the only way to protect her, although she already has a lot more respect than even some of the ‘claimed ladies’ have, because she was included in the family years ago, but didn’t know it. Heck, even I hadn’t known that she was an honorary family until I heard the guys talking in the workshop about this sweet young thing.
“I can handle myself, have been for years.” Maxine still wouldn’t back down. Maybe I am pushing too hard. “If you let me in, you would need to have to ‘handle it’ by yourself any longer; the guys and I will have your back.” Why was it so hard to get this girl to want me? I have women falling at my feet, and for once, I decide I like a chick, and she’s giving me a hard time.
Deep down, I love it, but it’s frustrating too. The chase was on. “Let me think about it.” She replied and sipped her water, the ice clunking against the glass as she tilted it to drink, and I watched with fascination as her slender throat moved as she swallowed.
Maxine didn’t move off my lap, happily continued her conversation with Sticks and the girls, more girls came to sit around us, her friends had returned.
However, the slutty one was still out having fun with noms, only one patched member touched her, but then he goes for any girl that will spread her legs, he don’t mind who they are, as long as they are willing. By the sounds of it, that girl had been with five different guys already.
That must be an all-time high. We have one more nom left that might consider giving her one, and one I can’t see taking her to bed. He looked more like he wanted to slap her around a bit than bed her. The others are busy doing tasks; they have no time to have fun.
Mind you, those who have had the girl shouldn’t have had time either, but I turned a blind eye to that. Sometimes you’ve got to let them have their little pleasures, as long as no one gets hurt and the jobs are done.
Being a nom was rough, and having some fun after a long run with none can refresh the batteries, so to speak. Maxine moved to place her empty glass on the table, it was nothing complicated, a simple movement, but the way her butt- cheeks moved on my semi, had it hardening soi far that my jeans got tight, and I thought I was going to explode right then and there, it have been a while since a girl managed to make me this close to coming with no effort at all.
Just being herself was all it took. Pizza arrived: Thirty boxes. Hope that was enough to go around. The nom’s got started on their work, going around offering the pizza to the patched members first, and then to us, the visiting girls, they would get some last, if there was any left by then.
Most of the time, they get nothing, and most are too busy screwing or trying to get more attention from the guys to bother eating anyway.
It amuses me watching them, looking so desperate to be part of the family, but don’t realize that they would never be made one, even if they got pregnant, none would claim her or the child as theirs, as they sleep around too much for anyone to admit it could be theirs.
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.
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.