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Cain concurs, reaching for my beer I’ve been glaring at. I wave it off, giving him permission to drink the barely touched beverage. I’d have wasted it anyhow. “You think Naomi could be the one for me? I’m not as jaded as Twist was, but I have my hang-ups I deal with too.”
I’m self-conscious, an over-thinker, and protective of my baby sister to probably an unhealthy level. In my defense, she’s tiny. Then again, I’m overly protective of all vulnerable women. Someone has to be. My mother was murdered, and it fucked up my sister, Mercy Mae, to the point she nearly took a dive off a building at a young age. Mercy never spoke about it after she grieved, and at the time, I was too young to know what to do with my sister. She grew up here and in the tattoo shop. With the brothers’ help and the old prez, she turned out whole and healthy. She isn’t perfect, but none of the best ones are.
If only I could remember the sentiment when it comes to myself.
“If you’re torn up over her and this is only day one? Fuck yes, I think she is.” His eyes grow wide. “Speaking of... you didn’t tell us she’s a knockout. And do not repeat that shit around my ol’ lady or I’ll be missing one of my nuts by mornin’.” I try to hold back my chuckle from escaping, but it’s no use.
London is crazy enough she’d fuck him up some way or another. Maybe not saw a nut off since she seems to enjoy popping out a ton of Cain’s babies, but she’d mess with him somehow. Probably drop his car off at the chop shop or send it off the side of a cliff and call it a day, or at minimum go joyriding again and burn through the expensive wide tires while scraping the rims against a curb. Just thinking of the possibilities gives me the shivers and makes my asshole pucker.
Glancing at Naomi, her face is lit up at me laughing. She flashes a wide smile in my direction, and the air in my chest stutters to the point I feel like I can’t breathe.How can she do this to me with a mere smile? Is this really how fast things happen when you meet your soulmate?
What am I saying? I’m getting ahead of myself, and I need to pump the breaks a bit. Take it easy, one baby step at a time so I don’t send her running for the hills. It’s going to be hard, though. I want to wrap her up and stick her in my pocket so I can carry her with me everywhere. That shit sounds strange, yet it also makes perfectly good sense in my mind.
As soon as she’s close enough, I greet her. “Hey, Little Momma. How you doin’?”
“I’m okay. I must’ve passed out on you.” Her eyes are full of questions, but I can’t give her any answers right now because the last thing I want to do is embarrass her in any way with my truth.
Nodding, I slowly grab her hand, giving her the opportunity to deny me if she wishes. “You had one helluva day, and it’s late. You deserve to rest and get your strength back. By the way, this is the vice president of the club, Cain.” I meet his gaze. “This is my Naomi.” The word slips in unplanned, labeling her as mine in front of club members. Not good unless I plan to formally claim and patch her as Cain had taunted me with moments before.
“Hi. Nice to meet you, Cain. I appreciate you letting me stay here.”
He grins. “You too, Naomi. Not a problem at all. Stick close to Spin so he can protect you if needed. Though I don’t see anything happening to you while you’re here. They’d be stupid to show up trying to hurt a woman in this clubhouse. Those are the types we showspeciallessons to.”
“If only that worked online too. I am scared to check my accounts. I’m sure he’s drug my name through the dirt. You know how people believe everything they see online, no matter how untrue it may be.” She frowns, making every beat of my heart want to make her smile again.
“Cyberstalking is disgusting. Done by cowards. Don’t give them a second thought. Anyone with half a brain knows better than to believe the bullshit those narcissists spiel. As far as I see it, if they can’t provide legit proof, then they’re nothing but liars,” Cain says.
Her fingers tremble on the hand I’m not holding before she clenches it into a fist, hiding her anxiousness. I’d never have noticed had I not been checking her over when I caught it. “He’s right.” I grumble. “Fuck stalkers and cyberbullies. Bunch of pansies I’d gladly teach a lesson to. Real men don’t act like that. You don’t worry about anything. You have me, remember?”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she meets my concerned stare. “I remember. Thank you so much, Spin.”
With a wave of my hand, I change the subject, wanting to put her at ease. “You hungry? How’s the baby?” Her stomach growls loudly, and the three of us burst into laughter. Her cheeks flush, so I give her hand a soft squeeze. She has no reason to be bashful around me. I held her in my arms on the side of the road. There’s no more vulnerable time that I can think of with someone than being unconscious in their care. “You’re still looking like you need more sleep, and the doctor said to take it easy, especially over the next few days. Want me to grab something to eat and bring it to the room? You can lie in bed and prop your feet up?”
Cain slaps me on my shoulder, obviously pleased with my suggestion. He has a house full of kids, so he’d know the best way to take care of a pregnant chick. I’m glad because I know next to nothing and only want to make Naomi’s life easier. She’s already been through a tough enough time, and she needs to realize it comes to an end with me.
“Yum, sounds great. I haven’t eaten since this morning, aside from the IV and Jell-O at the hospital. Oh, and nothing with onions. They make me puke. Sometimes the smell alone will set me off. It sucks.”
“No pukey onions. Got it. I’m glad because I think they’re gross and should only be used as a form of torture.”
Naomi laughs. “Have a good night, Cain. And I’ll see you shortly.” She winks at me, and I nearly combust on the spot from wanting her so badly. I’m left watching her every step, the sway of her hips putting me in a hypnotic trance.
“You’re hooked and in trouble if you don’t lock it down soon,” he states as soon as she’s out of earshot. “If it were me, it’d already be done.”
“Huh?” I’m drawn out of my staring contest with Naomi’s big round ass.More cushion for the pushin’.
He chuckles, downing the rest of the beer. “Nothing, man. Forget it. Go take your woman some food, and tomorrow, grab her a body pillow, a massager, and some sweet snacks. Nothing salty. It’ll make her swell up and be in pain. Make sure she drinks plenty of water, and she’ll probably want chocolate milk for heartburn.”
“Wow. Okay. I’ll text you. I’m sure I’ll have more questions.”
He stands to leave. “You’re going to knock her up after she has that kid. I can already tell. One taste of pregnancy won’t be enough for you, will it?”
Shaking my head, I quietly admit what had crossed my mind earlier. “I think I’m obsessed with her pregnant body and everything else about her.”
“Welcome to the club, bro. My ol’ lady owns my ass, hook, line, and sinker. I’ll catch you later. One beer is my limit as London’s waiting in my bed.”
“Ride easy, brother.” I punctuate it with a fist bump and head for the kitchen.
