Free Hold Me Close (Devil's Chariots Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Miranda Banks Page A

instead he seemed intrigued. As if he were waiting patiently on the next detail. He seemed to really care what she had to say. Which was funny, considering she wasn’t really talking about anything serious. Just trying to keep the silence from reminding her of what she’d said.
     
    Truth be known, she wished he'd offer to change that. But then again, she guessed his night with Liza had solved that problem for him. She almost said that. Told him that he wouldn't understand. But she decided that sounded too jealous.
     
    God she wanted him. Even with his intrigued but brooding gaze. She wanted to touch him. To kiss him. What the hell was coming over her?
     
    ***
     
    She was cute. The way she was switching subjects so fast. Talking with such a quickness that it was hard to keep up with her train of thought. Her face was red. Her hands were playing furiously with her napkin. She looked like her only desire was to evaporate so that he couldn’t see her. But he liked watching.
     
    He even enjoyed the things she was saying. There was something about her that he just felt at ease with. He wondered how he’d been around her before and never realized any of this.
     
    Probably because she was Dan’s wife and old lady.
     
    God damn it! He hated when he remembered that. It made him hurt. And feel guilty. He should leave. He needed to leave. He should walk away from this woman now.
     
    But fuck, he didn't want to.
     
    ***
     
    As Johnny drove her home, Bethany stared out the window in silence. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but she didn’t much like herself for her own thoughts. The distance between them in the car made her grateful they hadn’t taken his bike. She didn’t want to know how it felt to have her arms wrapped around him on the bike yet again. Sitting beside him was doing enough to her body.
     
    She could feel the heat that was escaping from her as it brushed along the skin of her thighs. The dampness soon followed and a new wave of guilt ensued.
     
    Her pulse quickened slightly and the sweaty palms soon followed. What the hell was wrong with her? Yes, he was attractive. But he was Dan’s friend and Dan hadn’t been gone all that long. She needed warm and fuzzy feelings of being comforted, not longing and desire for more.
     
    They were far too close to her house and that scared her. It’d be rude to not invite him in. But she wasn’t sure that was the best idea. As he pulled into the driveway she realized she’d just have to find out.
     

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    “You coming?” Bethany looked over at him and said the words casually. It wasn’t unusual for him to come inside and she decided to keep it light so that it didn’t seem as weird to Johnny as it did to her.
     
    “Sure.” He turned off the car and began to follow her to the door. “Still got a few beers left?”
     
    “No. I drank them for breakfast.” She rolled her eyes and went inside.
     
    He liked her sarcasm. The ability to be a smartass without being offensive was admirable to him. The more time he spent with her, the more he saw why Dan loved her so fiercely.
     
    What would Dan say if he knew the things that his best friend was thinking about his wife? A small chuckle escaped his lips as he thought about it. Dan would be surprised, but not by the fact that it was Bethany. He would be surprised anyone was having this effect on his buddy. The womanizer. The one that never even settled for three whole dates with one girl. He was now the man that spent all of his free time with the same woman.
     
    “What’s so funny?” Her words startled him.
     
    “Just thinking,” Johnny answered as best he could. Some things she just didn’t need to know.
     
    All of his concern wasn’t about what Dan would say. He had made his peace with the passing and the rational side of him knew that Dan would want them both to be happy. Even if that meant together.
     
    What would she say? That was the million dollar question. She’d turned