Free Los Perdidos: The Novel (Sons of Glory Motorcycle Club Romance) by Daphne Loveling

wear, that’s fine,” Kara offered.
    “Thanks,” I replied.
    “Are you going to the biker bar again?” she asked, though I could tell she already knew the answer.
    “Yup,” I said, with what I hoped was a note of finality in my voice. “I am.”
    It was weird. There was something in the air between us. It felt almost as though Kara was scared of me. Neither of us spoke as I chose my clothing. As the seconds passed, the tension in the room seemed to grow thicker. I realized that I was the only one who could make it better. Sighing slightly, I looked at Kara and smiled my most normal smile. “Actually, could I borrow that leather jacket I wore the other night?”
    “Sure,” she smiled, looking relieved, and motioned to her closet door. “Help yourself.” I could feel the tension dissipate a little, but I knew better than to think everything was fine.
    “Look, Kara,” I began as I got dressed. “I know you and Dana have been talking about me. I get it. I don’t expect you guys to understand why I’m seeing Smoke. And I appreciate your concern. But it isn’t going to change my mind.”
    “Okay,” she responded quietly. “But… You know that Dana and I are just worried about you, right?” Her tone was pleading.
    I turned to my kind, innocent friend. “Yes, I know that. And thank you. I know your heart is in the right place.” My voice softened. “But honestly, Kara, Seth was more of a cause for concern than Smoke. I know you don’t believe me. But you’ll just have to trust me.”
    As we looked at one another, I felt at that moment something that had never happened to me before: an almost physical sense of my path diverging from someone else’s. I knew, deep down, that I was making a choice about my life that would take me in a direction I could only barely glimpse from where I stood now. It made me sad, in a way. But I also knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I had already made my decision about Smoke. For better or worse, I was going to keep seeing him.
    I dressed in a pair of tight jeans that I knew showed off my ass and legs, and a black bustier top that I had only had the guts to wear once before. I slipped on my high heeled ankle boots and brushed out my hair so that it cascaded down my shoulders in long auburn waves. Sitting on the bed, I applied eye liner, mascara, lipstick. Then I went to Kara’s closet and pulled out the jacket. I shrugged it on, and turned to look at myself in her full-length mirror. Just as I was doing so, my phone buzzed: Smoke.
    Im here
    “I gotta go,” I said to Kara. Down in a sec , I texted him back, then slipped my phone in the pocket of her jacket.
    “Don’t wait up, okay?” I smiled. “And don’t worry about me.”
    “I won’t,” she replied, but her eyes told me she was lying.
    Outside, Smoke was sitting on his bike waiting for me. His mouth broke into a wide grin as he saw me emerge from the building. I slowed down and took a moment to admire his impressive physique. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt under his cut, his muscular arms bulging from the sleeves. I admired the outline of his strong thighs through his jeans. Jesus God, he was incredibly hot. My stomach did a happy little flip-flop as I remembered how it felt to have his large, masculine hands on me.
    “I’ve missed you,” he growled when I got to him. He stood, and his arm went around me, his lips coming down on mine. He kissed me passionately, his tongue possessing my mouth completely. I leaned into his embrace and returned his kiss eagerly. Before long, that familiar, delicious hardness was pushing against me, making me wet and tingly between my legs. I lost myself completely in the exhilarating nearness of him, and my brain began sending signals to my body, demanding more. I pressed my body against him, and ground my hips slightly as my body communicated with his. With a groan, he let me go, leaving me dizzy and flustered. “You’re gonna push me past the point of no return if