Page 41 of Being Lost

But soon after, I’d brought her down to earth with a huge fucking bump, telling her she was the one Alder was after. She’s been put through the ringer, all of us trying to work out why her son isn’t the target, but her, herself.

I want to take her mind off her problems. Until we hear back from Colorado, or unless Token finds anything, there’s nothing more we can do for now.

I notice her tears have dried, and that she’s started fidgeting.

“You ever been on a motorcycle, Patsy?”

“Er, what?” My question has flummoxed her, and she takes a moment to process my words.

I grin at her. “On a bike. You want to come for a ride? Personally, I find there’s nothing better to clear my head when there are too many thoughts whirling around inside it. Wind therapy never did anyone any harm.”

She lets out a short laugh, her eyes going wide as she dips her chin down. “You’re joking, aren’t you? No, I have never been on the back of a bike and can’t say I’ve ever had any desire to ride one. I think I’m past it now. Just look at me.” She waves a hand toward herself.

I almost wish she hadn’t made that gesture as my eyes follow the direction of her hand. Sure, she’s not got the youthful figure of a woman three decades younger, but as I’d seen from that short demonstration on the pole, she’s still supple, and those breasts of hers look like they’ll fit just right in my hands. I know from memory her ass is shapely, her hips meaty enough I’d be able to hang onto them with my hands…

I’m glad the desk is between us right now. Though, then again, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt for her to understand, she’s still desirable to a man. Might perk her up a little. Well, this man, anyway, any other fucker who dares to even think something similar about her will learn his mistake at the end of my fist.Really?

Yes, really. So why am I bothering to fight it?

I’m no good for her.

She’ll be leaving soon.

Everything I think is true, yet somehow, I feel I have to, as they say, seize the moment. Patsy intrigues me like no woman has for a very long time.

Suddenly it’s of real importance that I get her on the back of my bike.

“You’re not past it,” I scoff as I stand. “Come on. Let’s go ride.”

Maybe it’s the dominance in my tone, the suggestion I won’t take any refusal, but she pushes herself up from the chair. Then she comes to herself. “It’s not safe for me to be seen around.”

“You’ll be wearing a helmet. Your face can be hidden by a bandana and sunglasses, and no one would think of looking for you riding pillion.”

“It’s a crazy idea.” Her mouth says one thing, her face suggests another.

I work on the spark of interest I see in her eyes. “You object to crazy, babe? You never up to doing something just for the sheer hell of it?”

“Not for a very long time.” There’s a twinkle in her eyes that makes me suspect her answer will be yes. “Not since I settled down and became a mom.”

“Your children are grown, Patsy. You deserve some fun.”

Deciding I’m not going to give her a further chance to object, I take hold of her arm and guide her out the door.

Five minutes later, leaving an open-mouthed Dan in our wake and after a few hastily issued instructions, I’m riding down the track and out of the compound, heading up toward the mountains with no particular destination in mind, just knowing I need to feel the wind on my face and her at my back.

At first, she’s stiff, awkward, but quickly she begins to move with me like a natural, as though she’s been doing this all her life. I love the feeling of her breasts pushed against the leather of my cut, and the way her arms hug my waist. For me, the years drop away. I’m no longer Lost, an MC prez with so much on my plate, I’m just a man with no cares in the world except for enjoying the ride, and the feel of a woman pressed up behind him. Ageless, carrying no burden, all my troubles left behind.

As her tension fades, she starts to relax, her hands wrapped around my waist loosening their death grip. The wind would take my words away were I to speak, so after a while I slow and pull up by the side of the road.

I glance behind me. “Doing okay?”

Her smile tells me all I want to know. Her words, just a bonus. “Why did I wait so long for this, Lost? I feel alive.”

I punch down into first again and let out the clutch. If I didn’t get moving, I’d give in to my impulse and kiss her. I’m starting to think that will come, but it will have to be the right time and place. I’m wary of chasing away the first woman I’ve started to have feelings for in years. It’s not just the sexy package she comes in, it’s her family loyalty, and fuck me if it wasn’t for the way she’s willing to give anything a try. Pole dancing? Tick. A motorbike ride? Sure, a couple of protests and then she was all in. I suspect she’s become so used to living the life of a housewife and mother, she’s not given much thought to what she, herself, wants out of life and is capable of should she put her mind to it.

I continue listing the things I admire about her as I ride for another half hour, reaching for, but coming up with nothing I could say would turn me off. Then I pull into a spot where there’s a scenic view back down over the city and out over the Pacific.

I tap her knee and turning, ask her to dismount. She does so, balancing one hand on my shoulder. As I put down the stand, she takes off her helmet, hands it to me, then walks to the barrier and looks over, then turns back around and stares up to the mountains, closer to us now than they were back at the compound.

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