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Naomi
Not gonna lie, I was way off when it came down to what I should expect. I had all sorts of vivid details conjured up, thinking Sons of Anarchy-type of clubhouse. Yeah, I couldn’t have been more wrong—it’s nothing in comparison. Spin calls it the compound, and this place definitely fits the name as it’s large, taken care of, and well-protected.
We slowly ride through a gated entrance with another biker standing guard to unlock it and let us in. A tall chain-link fence from either direction matches the entrance gate and seems to span around the entire property. Spin says it’s to keep people out so we’re always safe. I can’t help but wonder if it’s to keep people inside as well. I’m trying to take it all in with a grain of salt and be open-minded, but it’s a bit of culture shock.
The few half-naked women we passed while walking through the common area were quick to give me a once-over and turn away uninterested. I have a feeling if I were male, I’d have been welcomed differently. Spin assures me most of the MC members have an ol’ lady, so there are no other club whores around. His words, not mine. I’d never call a woman a club whore, but again, not judging. I’m here hoping for help, not to chastise them on their club terms and way of life.
Now I’m sitting in Spin’s room, minding my own business. Or at least striving to, as every bone in my body is screeching at me to get up and poke around in his stuff to find out every detail I can about him. One thing that’s for certain, without me having to snoop around, is the man loves art, and I’m not talking about any old designs. First of all, one wall is dark purple, another gray, and the final two are white. His bedspread is jet black, along with his curtains and pillows. His dresser and desk are both littered with multiple sketch pads, charcoal pencils, oil paints, markers, tattoo ink, some weird-shaped rulers, white erasers, smudge sticks, and other artsy-type stuff. There are large, elaborate hand drawings in frames on the walls, a few paintings, as well as one in ink and an easel off to the side. Something tells me this is all him—his personal works of art.
He should be selling these in galleries in big cities, not locking them away. Such creations deserve to be shared with the world, which tells me there’s a story behind him locking them away.
Who are you, Spin?
What’s your story?
Spin told me to stay in his room until he comes to get me and gives me the “all clear” or else I’d be walking around right now, checking out the entire space. After lying in the hospital bed for hours, I want to stretch my limbs a bit and explore. And don’t get me started on the ride over here. It was completely exhilarating. I can’t remember the last time I felt so peaceful and free. No wonder people love motorcycles as much as they do. I didn’t mention it to Spin, but that was my first time riding. I figured it might freak him out too badly to let me ride. He was already concerned with me being pregnant, so I kept my mouth shut about never having been on a motorcycle before.
I’ll never forget it, or him.
A knock interrupts my thoughts, making me sit up straight. It could be anyone, as I highly doubt Spin would knock on his own bedroom door to come inside. “Uh, Spin’s not here! He’ll be back soon,” I yell instead. Whoever it is, hopefully they’ll come back later.
“It’s Sadie. I want to speak with you.”
“Of course! Please come in,” I call through the door and watch as it opens. A tiny sprite of a woman enters, flashing a warm smile. She reminds me of a biker Tinkerbell, but I have a feeling her bite is a lot sharper than Tink’s.
“Hi, I’m Sadie.”
Standing, I hold my hand out. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Naomi, and I hope I didn’t stir up any trouble by coming here.” I plop back down on the comfy chair. I’m much bigger than her, and I don’t want her to feel like I’m being overbearing by randomly showing up or from my size.
“Trouble? No way. You caught everyone off guard, but it’s good to have them on their toes occasionally.” She sits on the chair’s arm, right next to me, gesturing to my stomach. “How far along are you?” she questions, and I feel like she’s genuinely curious, not just trying to fill the silence. Finding people who truly care about strangers is hard to come by these days, and it instantly notches up my respect for her to another level.
“I’m past my six-month mark. I swear it’s taking forever for my due date to get here, and this kid loves to play kickball with my bladder.”
She laughs. “It’ll be here before you know it, then you’ll be scrambling. Trust me, I felt the same way with mine. You want them to hurry up and come out, then you miss them and wish they were still in your belly at times. Motherhood is unlike any experience I’ve ever had. Never thought I could love a tiny human so much when I first met them.”
My smile’s wide by the time she stops talking. “I can’t wait for everything you just said,” I admit. I’ll have my own little person to shower with love and cuddles.
“So, Naomi, tell me what brought you here.”
Going into the same spiel I’d shared with Spin, I tell her everything, choking up at the end. I hope I don’t sound like a whiney ass who ran away from a man wanting me around. It was never like that to me, though, but rather an unhappy relationship that morphed into an even more toxic one at the end.
She nods when I finish, grabbing my hand to lightly squeeze it. I swear I can see the empathy in her eyes, and it brings me an overwhelming sense of comfort. She seems like someone who genuinely wants to help women in danger, thank God. I knew there was a chance her website could end up being fake or a front for something else. I had no idea if I’d show up and they’d sell me across the border or use my baby for some sort of twisted harvesting. Maybe lock me away as their personal sex prisoner or something else just as sick and twisted.
“We’ve helped a few women. Not as many as I’d like to, but it’s a start.”
Nodding, I eagerly hang on to each word, hoping she’ll allow me to stay. “Definitely. It shows you have a big heart to extend assistance as you have.”
“Thank you. Besides, it’s Christmas. The brothers can’t turn you away.”
Holding up my crossed fingers, I murmur, “I sure hope not. I was praying the whole way here.”
“Holding onto hope is the best thing now and in the future. I’m sure you know pregnancy can be hard and emotional journey. I just want you to know you’re here now, and you’re not alone. If you need help, even a shoulder to cry on, I’m here.”
A tear escapes as my emotions well up all over again. These damn hormones have my tears all over the place lately. “First Spin, and now you. Why would you do this for me, for a person you’ve never met before?”
“Because at one point in my life, this was the only place I could run to. I was terrified my brother would turn me away.”
“I take it he didn’t?”
She shakes her head. “No. He welcomed me with open arms, and he protected me when the time came. They all did. This club took me in and gave me everything I needed when I had absolutely nothing but a clunker of a car filled with some of my clothes. They changed my life for the better, and I’ll never forget it. If I can offer that for one person, let alone multiple, it’s what I want to do.”
We’re interrupted by Spin opening the door. He offers up a pleased grin, saying, “Hey, Sadie. I see you found our girl.”
Her brows jump as she flashes a swift glance between us. She quickly covers it up with a smile and says, “Sure did. I take it you talked to the boys?”
“Yeah.”
“And? Good news?”
He moves to stand beside me, taking my hand in his. “Prez said Naomi can stay. We voted on it, and the brothers are on board. There’s a catch, though.”
“Oh?” Sadie gets to her feet, staring Spin down.
I stammer. “I-I won’t be trouble. I promise.”
“Don’t worry, doll. It’s nothing like that. The condition is the extra rooms we have at the club are already taken. We have people in town now and in the future to spend the holiday here. We don’t like our friends and brothers spending them alone.”
“I understand. I have a little money for a hotel, but I’m afraid it’ll maybe last a week, no longer. I can work, though, if anyone needs an employee.”
“I’m not putting you in some hotel, unprotected,” he cuts me off. “Last thing you or the baby needs is to be scared, hungry, and alone. Not happening.”
Sadie’s shoulders relax. “Agreed. What’s the plan then?”
“Well, if Naomi’s okay with it, she’ll have to share my room with me. At least until the holidays are over and a spare room opens up.”
Sadie grins. “This is a wonderful idea. I’ll leave you two to talk things over and get settled. Nice meeting you, Nay.” She gives me a nickname right off the bat, making me feel even more welcome than she already has from our chat.
“Nice meeting you too.”
We watch her leave, Spin offering her a chin lift on her way out. He drops my hand to sink down on the edge of his bed. “So, how do you feel about what my brothers said?”
My chest bubbles up with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Not the scared kind, but rather, the eager kind.
Share a room with a hot biker who has multi-colored eyes, a crazy tall mohawk, and a body made for sin? Uh, yeah. I’m down.
I hope I can keep from jumping him in one of my pregnancy-induced brain fogs, where all I can think about is humping a stiff dick or talented tongue. At least when I was living alone for those few weeks, I could go to town on a cucumber whenever the urge struck. Just thinking of it has me turned on.
“I don’t mind sharing. A room with you, or bed, whatever. You know what I mean,” I reply, feeling flustered.
Spin smirks. “It’s settled then. This will be your new home, and I’ll protect you and the baby. You won’t have to worry about anything.”
All I can think about at the moment is him on that bed. I wonder if he sleeps naked. My breathing becomes labored as I picture him taking his clothes off and climbing into bed each night. He clears his throat and glances down, staring at my chest a beat. His cheeks flush as he draws in a swift breath and licks his lips. My nipples are overstimulated, as each breath I take has my thin lacy bra scratching against them.
He stands suddenly, and I follow suit, bringing our bodies ridiculously close together. “Thank you,” I manage to murmur in a daze as I take in his presence. He seems turned on, and it’s only driving me even wilder. How can I be in tune with a man I’ve barely met? It seems like we have this unexplainable magnetic connection, which is throwing me off-kilter. I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around him when I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want to touch him and have his hands on me in return. Freaking pregnancy hormones are messing me up.
“Of course,” Spin rasps and licks his bottom lip again. He clears his throat. “Excuse me.” He rushes off to the bathroom, swiftly closing the door and leaving me puzzled over his quick exit.
Heaving a sigh, I happen to glance down, and right there for everyone to see are two wet spots on my chest. He got me flustered to the point I began to lactate, and it must have turned him on.
He damn sure wasn’t staring at me with disgust.
So maybe, just maybe... he likes me too.