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Her irises light up as she says, “My oldest is in sixth grade, and the youngest is in kindergarten. Twist is an amazing father. I couldn’t ask for more. He’s extremely protective of our children and involved with everything.”
“You’re lucky. I worry about mine growing up with no father and no strong male figure to lead them down the right path. It’s also scary to not have anyone I can turn to for help I may eventually need.”
“You don’t know if your baby won’t have a father, so stay optimistic. Who knows, you could fall head over heels for someone out of the blue. As for not having anyone, you have an entire club of people willing to be here for you. Let us help.”
Nodding, I chew on the inside of my cheek. The fact that she wants to help and seems so genuine about it throws me for a loop. These seem to be the people I’ve needed to be around for my entire life. I’m so grateful to have found them, not only for myself but for my child and our future as well.
“Come on, lady. Let’s get you back in bed.” She opens Spin’s door for me, and I step inside. It’s the same as I left it, the air still smelling like Spin. I used his body wash and his spray deodorant, and I can’t seem to escape from his scent now. It’s stronger in here and has me wanting to breathe deeply to get my fix of him.
Climbing onto the bed, I watch as she grabs the blanket from the chair and rolls it up, stuffing it under my ankles. I would never have thought to use the blanket like this. It’s a good thing I’m around someone who has been through what I’m experiencing. Pregnancy is a learning process, and no two days in a row are the same, it seems. “Thank you.”
“No problem. Keep your feet up for a while so they don’t swell too bad and drink some water. Try to take a nap, and no stressing allowed.”
Chuckling, I nod. “You have my word.”
“Good. I’ll hold you to it. See you later, and let us know if you need anything.” She does a finger wave as she closes the door behind her, leaving me in silence.
Coming here seems too good to be true.Should I doubt it or count my blessings?And Spin—Jesus did I hit the jackpot with that guy. I don’t mean monetary wise, but by care and compassion. I thought I’d met every type of person out there in the world by now, but he took me by complete surprise. Now the hard part—not falling for him and getting a different body part hurt, my heart. I can already tell he can easily steal it in a flash, should he wish to.
A man who is kind, caring, respectful, gorgeous, protective, and happens to have a huge dick?
Unicorn.
I’d believed up until now those types of men didn’t exist, but Spin clearly proves my theory all wrong. And I want him for all of it.
I could take off this very moment and do my own thing out in the world, but not only does the safety of my unborn child worry me, but now I’m sensing some sort of anchor cementing me to Spin. I don’t want to run further away from my problems and leave him behind. I need to see where things can go with the sexy biker.
Crazy, right?Meeting someone and falling face first into lust and possibly love with them all in a day? It seems absolutely impossible, and it should be, but then, you’ve never met this guy before. He’s the ultimate game-changer, the guy who makes you want to be a better woman for. You always hear of men saying they meet a woman who makes them want to be better—well, he has that same effect. On me.
Eventually, I doze off for a bit, and when I wake again, he’s back. Not only is he looking every bit of the gorgeous outlaw with his tall, dark mohawk and different-colored eyes, but he’s come bearing gifts. He proudly shows me the flannel-covered body pillow, fluffy sherpa robe, fuzzy slippers a size too big, mini massager, gel eye compress, shea tummy butter, pregnancy magazine, a bag full of snacks, and a bottle of chocolate milk.
“You bought all this...” I pause, swallowing as tears crest, “... for me? Why?”
“Because I want you to be comfortable. Happy.”
A tear trickles over my cheek while I fight to hold my sob in. I will not lose control of my emotions and break down crying like a crazy person in front of this wonderfully sweet man. I refuse to lose it when he wants me happy. But I am. I may have a tear falling from my jaw right now, but it’s from my happiness. The feeling that Spin has given me and no other. Not to this degree. Him and I, we must be meant for something more together for me to feel this type of way for him.
Everything that’s happened, I have to believe it was all leading me to this moment.
To him.
Hopping out of bed, I throw myself at Spin, leaping as high as I can to toss my arms around him in the biggest hug I can manage. I’m on the cusp of losing my shit. I need this hug just as much as I want him to feel my gratitude. The fact he went out of his way for me two days in a row, and not only by little bits either. He’s shown me the type of person he is. The sort of man he’d help me raise my son to be. I’ve never trusted my gut more than I do in this moment—my intuition is screaming that he’sthe one.
Who am I to fight fate? I asked the world for help, for a sign, and it’s given me one in the last place I ever expected to find it.
“Thank you. You have made me a very happy woman. Let me show you how much.” I tug his neck down as I pop up on my tiptoes. My lips meet his, and the room begins to twist around us. There’s nothing but him and me, and the rest is whatever we allow it to be. In here, it’s our electric lust mixed with feelings far too strong to ignore. I don’t have to hide from him, and he doesn’t have to hold back from me. It’s our special nest. Our home together. At least I hope it will be.
“I need you in me,” I whisper against his mouth in between kisses, impatient to feel him over me and inside, warming me everywhere. My body’s practically vibrating with desire for him. Surely he can feel it too. “Please make me yours, Spin?”
“You were mine the moment I found you.” He quietly admits, walking me backward to his bed. My shirt goes first, and he tosses it onto the comforter. Next is his, as he reaches behind his neck and tugs it over his head in that sexy weird way men always do. He’s not overly muscular, more like defined. His wingspan is long, arms are nicely sculpted with muscles and thick veins. Probably from all the riding and tattooing he’s done for most of his life. His stomach doesn’t have a six-pack or anything, but it doesn’t stick out either. It’s the type of tummy I could lay my head on and be comfortable enough to fall asleep, yet tug his jeans down a touch and see the sexy V leading me to what I want to taste next.
