"You're selling yourself short," I counter, "Tank says you're one of the reasons half the businesses in town trust the Savage Riders for protection. You're fair with them, don't squeeze them for more than they can afford."
Beast looks genuinely surprised. "Tank said that?"
I nod. "He respects you a lot. Even if he would never be thrilled about... this." I gesture between us.
His hand moves higher on my thigh, fingers dangerously close to where I'm soaking through my panties. I spread my legs slightly without meaning to, silently begging for more contact.
"Which reminds me," Elaine interjects, completely unaware of what's happening under her table, "will you be staying for Sunday dinner this weekend? Both of you?"
Beast and I exchange another glance. We hadn't planned that far ahead in our fake relationship.
"I'd love to," I say before he can respond, my voice huskier than normal. "If Derek wants to."
"Of course," Beast says quickly. "Wouldn't miss it, Ma."
Elaine beams at us. "Wonderful! I'll make my lasagna. It's Derek's favorite."
After helping clear the dessert plates despite Elaine's protests, I excuse myself to use the bathroom. As I wash my hands, I stare at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my pupils dilated, my nipples hard against the fabric of my dress. I look like a woman who's been thoroughly turned on but not satisfied.
I reach under my dress to feel my panties, finding them soaked through. "Fuck," I whisper, pressing my thighs together. Beast has barely touched me, and I'm dripping like a bitch in heat.
This isn't real, I remind myself sternly. Beast is just doing this to keep his mother from matchmaking. And I'm doing it for... what, exactly? Protection? Help with my apartment? Or is it the way my pussy clenches every time he looks at me with those dark, hungry eyes?
I dry my hands and take a deep breath. Two more days of this charade, and then we can "break up" amicably. No harm done.
When I return to the living room, Beast and his mother are standing by the door, her hand on his arm as she speaks to him quietly. They both look up when I enter, and Elaine's face breaks into a wide smile.
"There she is," she says warmly. "I was just telling Derek to bring you back soon. Maybe next time you can help me in the kitchen? I could teach you my apple pie recipe."
"I'd like that," I say, meaning it. There's something about Elaine that makes me miss the mother I barely remember.
Beast's eyes travel over me, lingering on my breasts and thighs, and I wonder if he can tell how aroused I am. From the way his jaw tightens, I think he might.
"You're welcome anytime, dear," Elaine says, pulling me into a hug that smells like cinnamon and clean laundry. "You're good for him," she whispers in my ear before releasing me.
Guilt twists in my stomach alongside desire. This kind woman thinks I'm bringing happiness to her son, when really I'm just part of a deception, a deception that's leaving me wet and wanting in ways I never expected.
Chapter 5 - Beast
I can't fucking believe my mother actually bought it.
I expected her to see through our charade in seconds. She's always had a sixth sense for my bullshit, but instead, she's embraced Jenny with open arms, practically planning our wedding before dessert was even served.
Standing in the entryway watching my mother hug Jenny goodbye, I can't take my eyes off the way Jenny's black dress hugs her curves. Even in the modest lighting of my mother's hallway, I can see the silhouette of her stiff nipples pressing against the fabric. Is she as turned on as I am? Because my cock hasn't stopped throbbing since she climbed on my bike, her thick thighs pressed against mine, her soft tits against my back.
My dick strains painfully against my jeans, and I have to adjust myself discreetly while my mother fusses over Jenny. Christ, I've been half-hard all through dinner, especially when I put my hand on her thigh and felt her subtly spread her legs wider. The memory alone makes me throb.
I'd give my left nut to know if she's wet underneath that dress. To slide my fingers higher, past the edge of her panties, and feel if her pussy is as slick as I imagine. To sink to my knees and taste her, lick her until she screams my name. Not Beast, but Derek.
Goddamn, I'm in deep fucking trouble.
I can't do this. This is just pretend. Just a favor to get my mother off my back about settling down. Jenny is Tank's sister. Tank, the Vice President of the Savage Riders, my best friend, a man who once broke a prospect's jaw for making a crude comment about Jenny when she called the clubhouse looking for him.
"You take care of this girl, Derek," my mom says, breaking into my inappropriate thoughts as she pats my cheek. "She's special."
"I know, Ma," I say, and that's not a lie. There is something about Jenny that gets under my skin in ways no woman has before.
"It was wonderful to meet you, Elaine," Jenny says, her voice carrying a warmth that seems genuine. She's a good actress. Too good.
