“Peanut, it’s fine. I’m not made of glass. Let them wait inside. It’s fine, as long as they don’t eat my cake again,” Phoebe said, ratting them out.
“They ate my fucking lemon cake! Those shitty little bastards,” Peanut snarled.
Phoebe laughed, tilting her head back to look up at him. His eyes sparkled as he gazed down at her. The tension between them rose a notch as he whispered her name before his head lowered, his lips taking hers in a passionate kiss that left her gripping his shoulders as she let him plunder her mouth. Her tongue met his and they danced a slow sensual dance that left her body tingling with desire.
His lips were softer than she’d remembered. Her hands clung to him as his tongue languidly moved into her mouth bringing with it a heady sense of yearning that she’d never felt before. His hands cupped her ass as he moved his mouth over hers. Their last kiss had been frenzied, almost frantic, but this kiss was more of an exploration. Phoebe moaned, her breasts pressing against his hard chest. Peanut squeezed her ass and pulled her closer, one hand slipping up to cup one of her breasts, eliciting a gasp from her. He rubbed his thumb across her nipple a few times before sliding his hand up to cup her cheek. He pulled back slowly, his lips lingering before leaving hers completely.
“Sorry, I didn’t plan to do that.”
“It’s okay,” Phoebe said blushing.
She wasn’t about to tell him that she’d been thinking about their kiss since it had happened. She knew that her relationship with Peanut was becoming complicated. She was already attached to both him and his daughter and she really hoped that he wasn’t planning on using her as a convenient fuck buddy. She didn’t know what he wanted from this chemistry that seemed to be exploding between them. She’d never felt the almost irresistible attraction that she felt for Peanut with Johnny. It had taken Johnny months to convince her to even go out with him but with Peanut things just seemed to be falling into place without effort.
“Good, cause we will be doing that more often,” he said, resting his forehead against hers as he gazed into her eyes intently once again.
“What are we doing, Peanut?” Phoebe asked, her face reddened.
“We’ll discuss it when I get back but I have to go take care of some shit first, Lovely. Don’t stress about it and call me if you need anything. I should be back late tonight so don’t wait dinner on me. I’ll let Jazzy know after I get my stuff.” Peanut pulled away after another brief hug and headed out the door, stopping at the entrance to look back at her.
He winked and left her there leaning back into the counter wondering what the hell was going on. How had he managed to make her head spin with just a simple kiss? Phoebe pushed off the counter determined to get her wits back under her control.
Her eyes went to the baby’s sonogram photos pinned to the refrigerator next to two of Jasmine’s school photos. She remembered when he’d put them up after showing them off to Jasmine, who’d jumped up and down and clapped. She didn’t miss the fact that he’d also stuck one in his wallet. From the way Viking’s hostility had grown, she’d bet her last dollar that Peanut was showing the little picture off to his biker buddies. She felt her heart squeeze. He was such a sweet man.
With her mind a million miles away, she started prepping for dinner trying hard not to get her hopes up too high. Maybe he wanted her to stay but they weren’t a couple and she needed to remember that.
Chapter Fifteen
Peanut grabbed the man and slammed him into the wall next to the one Viking had just grabbed. His hand gripped the bastard’s neck as he struggled to get away. They’d picked up a weapon cache an hour ago and these two men had started chasing them. Rage had sent him and Viking back to round them up and bring them in for questioning. The prospects had been driving a second truck that was empty to use as a decoy. Since they needed a way to haul these two in they were using that to pick them up.
“I wasn’t following you, plea—” the man he was holding whined.
“Shut the fuck up. We know you were following the shipment, don’t fucking try to lie about it,” Peanut grunted, pressing his knee into the man’s back as he shoved him to his knees facing the wall. He used a zip tie to tie the man’s hands behind his back, pulling it painfully tight.
“When are these fuckers gonna learn we aren’t stupid?” Viking asked, jerking the other man to his feet and shoving him towards the truck, barking at him to walk.
“Don’t know, but it’s getting fucking old dealing with shit like this every time we do a job. These two are just prospects, maybe they were just in the right place at the right time. I don’t fucking know,” Peanut muttered, jerking his own struggling charge up to his feet. He was momentarily distracted while watching Viking shove the man onto the truck and he lost his grip on the man, who jerked away from him and took off running in the other direction.
“Fucking idiot,” Peanut grunted before taking off after the running man. He caught him a few yards
