Page 55 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
I was not emotionally prepared for this plot twist.
My biker has been holding out on me like a goddamn gentleman while it turns out he runs a secret smut server in his head.
I opened my mouth to tell him what he wanted to hear, but at that exact moment, the pot on the stove had the audacity to blow its lid. It made a noise no appliance should make, and suddenly we had steam and an angry splatter of red everywhere.
Jake’s head whipped towards the stove as he tore his hand out of my underwear. “Fuck, hold that thought.”
Sir, I’ve been holding that thought. Barely.
He grabbed a tea towel and used it to yank the pot off the burner while I stared at the red-sauce massacre, clit abandoned, mourning the orgasm that almost was.
I was focused on a single tomato chunk sliding down the cupboard under the stove when a knock sounded at the door and a woman called out, “Jake? Sweetheart, are you home?”
“Shit,” Jake muttered, but in concern, not anger. “That’s Mum.”
My soul straight up left my body. Peaced the fuck out. Because of course. Of course the mother of the man whose fingers were just all over my pussy was at the door. My clit was still staging a protest, I smelled like sex and desperation, and there was literal sauce carnage across the kitchen.
“Oh god,” I whispered, quickly smoothing down my dress when his mum knocked again, louder this time.
“Easy, darlin’,” Jake murmured, steadying me when I swayed slightly. His eyes held both regret and lingering heat. “Bathroom’s down the hall. You’ve got maybe ten seconds before she decides I’ve been murdered and lets herself in.”
I darted to the bathroom on unsteady legs, splashing cold water on my cheeks and trying to make myself look less . . . well, less like I’d just been thoroughly undone in his kitchen. In the mirror, my reflection told the whole story. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, my eyes still glazed with pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus. Jake’s mum was here. My mortification would have to wait.
I heard him let her in and then came her voice. “Shit, Jake. I was hoping you weren’t doing anything important, but it looks like I came at just the right time. What the hell happened in here?”
Bestie.
He was doing something very important.
Me.
He was doing me.
When I emerged from the bathroom, dignity still MIA, I saw her—the woman from the photo on Jake’s wall. Thinner now. Paler.
“I thought I’d be okay to go to book club tonight, so I caught the bus,” she was saying. “But I suddenly didn’t feel great, and the bus was right near here, so I got off. Just in case I needed your bathroom.”
She swayed slightly. Jake was at her side instantly, wrapping a steady arm around her. “I’ve got you, Mum.”
All I could do was stare. Because this man. This. Man. He was ruining me with tenderness now too? This was Savage. The man who terrified The Valley. Cradling his mother like she was made of glass.
Then her gaze landed on me. “Oh! I’m interrupting. I didn’t know Jake had?—”
“You’re not interrupting,” I said quickly, stepping forward. “I’m Eden.”
Her face lit up. “The spreadsheet girl? Oh, sweetheart, those movies have been keeping me sane. Especially on treatment days.” She turned to Jake. “You didn’t tell me she was so pretty.”
“Mum,” Jake warned, but he was smiling.
“What? I’m sick, not blind.” She tried to laugh but it turned into a cough.
Jake’s face tightened with worry. “Come sit down.”
I was already moving, grabbing cushions while he got her to the couch.
“I just need a minute,” she insisted. “Then I’ll leave you two alone and catch the bus home.”
