Page 22 of Peer & Coco

Chapter 8

Peer walked down thehallway and heard the shower going in the master bedroom. He stopped and put his hand on Coco's door. Imagining her wet and naked instantly hardened his cock.

He was tired of holding back, putting everything in his life first before his feelings toward Coco. During the first six months of her living with him, he should've gone to her and told her that if she wanted to remain roommates, it wasn't going to work out because he wanted more.

Then...

He let his chin fall to his chest and closed his eyes to the steady stream of water. The responsibilities toward his son came first. He was needed twenty-four/seven. The little energy he had left, he gave to the club.

Even if he had wanted to get involved with Coco, he had nothing to give her.

It wasn't fair to go to her now with how much he wanted her. She would take his reasonings as desperation. His life was falling apart. The future of Slag in peril. Hell, his freedom with the Fed watching the club's every move was at stake, and he had no right to pursue her.

If Kelli tried to take Tyr away from him and he ran to Norway to keep his son, he'd disrupt all their lives.

The shower inside the room shut off. He walked into the living room to wait for Coco. The timing couldn't be worse.

After work, Coco was dead on her feet. He was cranked tight with fifty things on his mind. But he couldn't talk himself out of trying to fix the electricity bouncing between them every fucking time he turned around.

The situation between them was the one thing in his life he could fix.

There was no use putting her through any more frustration. He'd seen the agitation, the excess energy, the way she shook when she ended up touching him. He felt it all, and it only made him more determined to have her.

He stood by the fireplace. He'd shucked off his vest and removed his pistol, his wallet, and boots.

Looking down at his bare feet, he ran his hand over his face as if he could scrape away his frustrations.

Was he fooling himself? Did he have a right to act on his attraction to Coco?

He'd eliminated everything on him that would require an extra three seconds to remove because he wanted to strip away the time she could use to change her mind.

Coco entered the room, wearing a sleepshirt that hit her upper thighs. Her hair, usually styled higher on her head, lay wet and natural. His gaze dropped, needing to know if she was bare under the shirt.

Her nipples, hard tips under the material, jiggled with each of her steps. He rubbed his hand against his stomach. She was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Everything about her ticked off what he loved about women. But, it was the woman he'd gotten to know through living with her day after day that sealed the deal for him.

She gave everything she possessed to him and his son and never asked anything in return. He inhaled through a tight chest. She cared. She loved. She wiggled her way into his life and became a part of his family.

He couldn't imagine life without her.

"Has something happened?" she said softly, always aware that Tyr slept right down the hallway.

"Ja," he whispered. "I've decided to get off my ass and do something I've wanted to do for the last year."

Her arched brows created a small wrinkle in the middle of her brow. "What?"

He stepped toward her and used his thumb to relax the worry showing on her face. "You've probably thought I was a selfish man, blind to what was right in front of me."

"I haven't—"

He placed his finger on her lips. "I'm not blind."

Her eyes widened. He traced her mouth.

"You're gutting me, Coco," he whispered. "Every second of the day, and the nights...the nights are hell."

She placed her hand on his chest and nodded. Her permission came fast and eager.