Page 28 of Peer & Coco

"It's not backward to me." She smiled. "It's perfect."

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you." His balls tightened in pleasure, and he kissed her lightly. "Every. Damn. Day."

"Finally." She threw her arms around him. "I thought you weren't attracted to me."

"Fuck," he muttered. "Been miserable, and pissed off at that damn door on your bedroom, making me want what was on the other side every night."

"I'll leave it open from now on. You're always welcome to come to me."

"Nei, Coco. You'll be in my bed and not as some girl I visit for sex," he said.

Her smile grew, and that happiness warmed his chest. "Tyr's sleeping. We've got a couple of hours."

"I only need one." She raised to her toes and pulled him down, kissing him.

He held her tighter than he should, but he wanted her to stay. His hands tugged at her top, wanting her skin against him. She squirmed without breaking their mouths apart, trying to help him. Her erratic movements against the front of him sent his cock pulsating to hardness, pounding to the beat of his heart.

The last button on her shirt popped off in his hurry. He cupped the indention of her waist, trailing his hands up her ribcage to the front of her silky bra. He palmed her breasts through the material.

She moaned. He swallowed the sound, finding her hard nipples and rolling over them with his thumbs.

The blood rushing from his head pounded in his body. He deepened the kiss, moving his hands down to her waist. His fingers slid under the waistband of her shorts, and he tugged.

Coco inhaled swiftly, and the material went over her hips and fell to the floor. He cupped her ass and squeezed the flesh, grinding against her.

The denim of his jeans grew tighter. He walked her backward toward the couch, kissing her with each step.

She clung to him, not letting any air come between them. He needed out of his jeans and to free his aching cock.

Pulling back, he reached in front of him for his belt as Coco pulled his T-shirt out of his pants.

His ass vibrated. Tension pounded his head. It was his cell ringing in his back pocket.

"Call," he muttered, knowing he had to answer.

It could be someone from the club.

He dug the phone out. Every time the damn thing rang, he suspected it was Kelli. He knew her well enough to know, she wouldn't give up on talking to him.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Coco. "It's Brage. I need to get this."

She nodded, breathing heavy. Without taking his gaze off her standing there in front of him in her bra and panties, he connected the call.

"Here." He slipped his hand into hers and held her in front of him, not letting her stop what they were doing.

"Emergency meeting," said Brage.

"Damn," he muttered, his arousal going down a notch. "Are we going on lockdown?"

He'd need to pack a bag for Tyr and bring some extra sheets for the crib at the clubhouse. There was probably enough baby food stashed in the kitchen to see them through a couple of weeks.

"Nei."

"Okay." He gritted his teeth. "I'll leave now."

"See you when you get here."

He disconnected the call. Tyr would sleep for two hours. He'd need to wake him up early, borrow Coco's car, or ask her to watch him at home while he rode to the clubhouse.