Page 17 of Peer & Coco

She inhaled loudly. "Yeah."

He trailed his fingers down the smooth skin of her arm before letting go. His cock pulsed, aware of how good she felt in his hands. She'd throat punch him if she could read his thoughts.

The last time he had a woman...it was before his son had been dropped off at the gate and he found out he'd become a father. He slid off the counter, adjusted his jeans, and followed her into the living room.

"I'm thinking about going over to the clubhouse." He picked up a few of the toys littering the floor and dumped them in the basket he used as a toybox. "Want to go with me?"

"You want Tyr there?"

He took in her shorts and the off-shoulder shirt. She had a banging body, something he'd always been aware of but seeing her the other day, he started imagining exactly what she looked like bare-ass naked.

"He doesn't have to be there, but I need to go. I was just thinking you deserve some time off from watching my son. Maybe you want to walk over and see Lizzy or hang out with the ladies. If not, you'll be free to do what you want. Someone there can watch Tyr for me while I attend the meeting." He had a hard time controlling his body's reaction to her. "Or, you can hang out with me."

"You have a meeting." She raised her brows. "Don't forget."

"Before and after. We can plan on eating there. No use running back and forth to the house before we both need to go to work." He stepped over and pulled Tyr away from the plant stand Coco brought with her when she moved in. "It's up to you."

"Yeah...I'll go. I can hit the store while you're in the meeting." She walked toward the hallway. "Give me a few minutes to grab my uniform for work and a few things, and then I'll be ready."

"No rush. I need to pack a bag for Tyr." As soon as she left the room, he got a whiff of the air. "Son...bad timing."

He put Tyr on his feet, took his son's hand, and walked slowly into the bedroom to change his diaper.

Coco popped out into the room and held out her hands. "I'll change him. You pack."

"I've got him," he mumbled.

She laughed softly, leaning down and picking up his son. "Let's just say...you owe me."

He tilted his head, watched her swish her ass, and chuckled. Her favors always came in the form of longer lunches during working hours or letting her sleep in on Sunday. A fair exchange if it meant getting out of diaper duty.

Walking into the bedroom, he gathered everything Tyr would need for a day at the clubhouse, plus two extra outfits in case he ruined the one he was wearing—which happened more often than not.

As he walked out to the living room, a knock came to the front door. He tensed and stopped. It was a regular day.

He and Coco were getting ready to leave with Tyr. There was a club meeting later. His son was walking.

He wanted to ignore the person on the other side of the door. Whoever it was could go away. He had everything he wanted inside the house.

A knock came again.

"Are you going to get that?" asked Coco behind him.

He looked over his shoulder at his son. Then, he raised his gaze and met her eyes.

Her face softened. She stepped up to him and handed him Tyr, whispering, "I'll look and find out who it is. You can grab my bag out of my room and the red top and black shorts on the hanger."

Holding his son, he retreated into the hallway, knowing it wasn't her job to see who was at the door. But he had Tyr to protect.

All the same, he strained to hear any noise or voices that would clue him in on the visitor. Gathering all of Coco's things in one hand, he carried his son over to the window and looked out. He couldn't see the driveway for the hedge that grew outside next to the house.

"Peer?" called Coco.

He looked at his son and thought about putting him in his crib. If Kelli tried to come to the house, he wanted Tyr out of view.

"Brage's here," said Coco.

He inhaled, expanding his lungs. It wasn't Tyr's mom.