Viking had been more than a little shocked when she’d screamed and thrown the flour that she’d been prepping for the chicken she was frying at his face. She had nearly had a heart attack. He’d stood in the middle of the kitchen covered in the flour with his mouth hanging open in surprise. She’d been scared half out of her mind staring at him and wondering what he’d do. He already didn’t like her very much and she’d been sure that he’d lose his mind.
Only he hadn’t. Instead he’d started laughing. Not a little chuckle but a deep-bellied laugh that had brought tears to his eyes. Then he’d just shrugged and said that he’d deserved that before helping her clean up the mess. It had been the first real interaction the two of them had had. Peanut and Jasmine had returned home shortly after that. He’d been pissed to find Viking sitting in the kitchen talking to her while she cooked when he’d walked into the kitchen. She’d told him to relax and sent them into the living room to watch TV. She’d prepped the table once dinner was finished and they’d all sat down and ate together. Despite its ominous beginnings it had been a nice night.
She thought that maybe Viking was a little worried that she was taking Jasmine and Peanut away from him. She understood. Peanut and Jasmine were Viking’s family and she could see how someone coming in and taking their affections away from him would make anyone react badly. She was pretty sure that what she was dubbing ‘the flour incident’ had started a tentative truce between them. Viking seemed to relax around her, and Peanut was skeptical but happy to have his friend acting more normal.
Phoebe heard the door opening and her ears started ringing as she panicked a little more, trying not to let it show by gripping the sides on the bed hard. Peanut came out of the bathroom preceded by a puff of steam. He stopped with a towel to his head wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. She couldn’t help but take in the delicious perfection of his thick muscular form. His abs were roped, and the deep V of his hips made her mouth water despite her nerves. His skin was tan, almost golden, and his muscles glistened slightly from his recent shower.
Phoebe felt herself getting excited and squirmed a little, her hands still clinging tightly to the edge of the bed as she took him in. He stopped drying his hair, his eyes on her. He frowned a bit and watched her silently.
“Lovely, you need to relax,” Peanut said, turning to toss the towel back into the bathroom.
“I’m fin-ne,” Phoebe squeaked. Her cheeks heated and she knew that hadn’t sounded at all confident or reassuring.
“Sure you are,” Peanut said with a little chuckle. He walked closer, standing before her with his hands at his sides and his legs resting against hers. His nearness didn’t make her nerves kick up a notch like she expected; instead they seemed to calm. She looked up into his kind eyes, her heart pumping hard in her ears. She couldn’t help the way her breath caught as she took in all his sexy skin on display. Her hands lifted to touch, but she was unsure if that was okay and let them fall away. Peanut sighed a little before lifting her hands to his abs.
“Touch me if you want. Or don’t. Lovely, this is all on you. I’ve already let you know where I want this thing between us to go. You just have to decide when it’s happening. You’re in control here, Phoebe,” Peanut said softly as he pushed his hand through her hair, his gaze still holding hers.
“I—I don’t know what to do,” Phoebe whispered.
“You do what feels right, Lovely. That’s it.”
She nodded, her eyes wide. Her hands moved over his abs feeling the hard ridges of his muscles and the slight abrasion of old scars that lined his smooth skin in places. Her heart was still pumping way too fast as she ran her hands over his skin. Peanut didn’t speak but she noticed his dick was hard and pushing at the confines of his boxers. Phoebe didn’t stop touching him despite the nerves that roared to life inside her. She was shaking and she wasn’t sure if she would make it through the next little bit or if she’d end up passing out from all the tension jumbling up inside her.
Peanut tilted her head back making her eyes meet his. “Lovely, relax. You can’t do anything wrong and it goes only as far as you want it to. Nothing is going to make me angry with you. Even if you want to stop in the middle of my dick meeting your pussy. You’re safe with me. I promise.”
Phoebe wanted to tell him that she wasn’t scared he’d hurt her so much as she was fearful that she’d do it wrong and leave him unsatisfied. Only she couldn’t seem to push the words past her almost numb lips. Her breathing was still erratic, and she probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She leaned forward and buried her face into his stomach, feeling his arms wrap around her as she hugged him. She felt him kiss her head gently, making soothing sounds.
Peanut was such a good man and she
