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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.

Chapter five

Spin

I’m ashamed of myself. I got caught up in Naomi’s beauty, and then when her breasts began to leak, I was in a complete trance. I ran to the bathroom to not further embarrass myself with the tent in my pants. I’m not sure what it is about her exactly to get me so damn turned on. She probably thinks I’m some creep she has to share a room with. I never meant for it to be this way. It sort of fell in my lap, and I scooped the opportunity up with both hands.

When I was in church with the brothers and they brought up the possibility of others visiting for the holidays, I immediately volunteered my room. I even vouched and pledged my protection for her.Over eager?Maybe.

So far, every woman Sadie has brought in, we’ve had one brother assigned to help maintain her safety, and the rest of us acted as backup. My volunteering didn’t seem out of the ordinary to anyone at the table, but they haven’t seen how curvy and gorgeous she is yet, either. I’m sure I’ll catch some hell once they realize as much, but it won’t bother me any.

Maybe I should offer to sleep on the couch in the rec room tonight to give her some space. She was napping in my room when I finally peeled the bathroom door open and peeked my head through like a giant chicken shit. Once I saw her eyes closed and heard the adorable soft snores leaving her lips, I ducked for cover and got the hell out of dodge. Now I have guilt clawing up my back at leaving her in there alone when she doesn’t know a soul here aside from me and the brief encounter she’s had with Sadie.

“You straight, bro?” Cain, our VP, asks as he slides onto the stool beside me. I may be posted up at the bar, but I’m not tossing them back. I have a beer and a glass of water resting on the bar before me, both getting warm as I mentally chastise myself and overthink things. One bed seemed like a dream come true earlier, but after getting a hard-on by her breasts alone, I’m not so sure if it’s smart anymore. The other problem with not sleeping in the same bed is, if one of the visiting brothers attempts to get her in theirs, I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut, and it’ll be an issue for sure.

With a shrug, I watch the condensation run down the side of my water glass. The heat’s cranked up in the clubhouse because none of these assholes like wearing shirts, even in the wintertime. I’m not exactly sure what to say in return.

Am I okay?I’m fine. Just disappointed in myself when I wanted to make a decent impression. Is that such a bad thing? To want to come off as a good guy to a pretty woman in a rough situation. She needs protection and trust, which I was hoping to give her both.

Peppermint, Brently’s ol’ lady, ducks behind the bar. She grabs a few beers and smiles warmly at Cain and me before she returns to Brently, offering him one of the bottles and sliding onto his lap. They started a bit shaky. The brother followed her home and took the door off her hinges to get her to talk to him. They’ve been glued at the hip ever since. Maybe I should take a page from his book and dive in head first, but who knows if it’s truly the right answer in this situation. I don’t want to come off as too pushy.

“Spin, talk to me.” His brow shoots up, beefy-as-fuck arms crossing over his chest. He’s been a fighter for as long as I’ve known him. He made a lot of money fighting in other clubs but has slowed down. Becoming vice president and popping out a few kids takes up the majority of his time now. He sips his protein shake, eyeing me up, looking like the intimidating motherfucker I know he can be. He’s not going to let me walk away without getting something out of me. I should expect nothing less, though. This is what family is all about—the Oath Keepers have taught me as much time and again.

Sighing, I run my finger over the label on my beer. After a beat of contemplation, I admit, “I may be a bit hard up for Naomi.”

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