“This is a property patch,” Phoebe said, pulling it free and letting the packaging fall on the floor. Peanut smiled, knowing she must be a little excited to have let the paper fall on the floor like that. He’d learned in the past few months that they’d been together that his lovely was a bit of a neat freak.
“Yes, it is,” Peanut replied.
“You’re giving me a property patch? Wait, this wasn’t for some other woman and you’re just giving it to me because of that scene outside with Brenna, are you?” she demanded, watching him carefully.
“No, Lovely, this was made for you and you alone. No other woman has ever made me even think about patching her. Only you. I would have given it to you sooner but I was worried you wouldn’t wear it because of that asshat you married. Until that was settled, I didn’t want to ask you to wear it in case you said no.” Peanut brushed her hair back, tilting her head to look deeply into her eyes. He wanted her to know he meant every word because he never wanted anything like petty jealousy to come between them. She, the baby, and Jazzy were his world and he wanted her to know that.
“You should have asked, Mark. I would have worn it. I got over the guilt I was feeling over our relationship weeks ago. Johnny didn’t deserve my loyalty and if we’d had a normal marriage I would have been divorced before I met you. I decided not to be upset about it when I realized that I loved you,” Phoebe said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He noted that she hadn’t put the patch on and was just holding it. His eyes narrowed.
“So put it on,” he demanded.
“You’re being bossy again. I will wear it later after you’ve made me come multiple times.”
“Humph, I see how it is. You won’t wear my patch unless I give you orgasms. Such a hard little woman to please,” Peanut muttered, his lips kissing along her jaw line.
“Yep, now get to work giving me orgasms.”
He chuckled as he lifted her into his arms and carried her the few feet to the bed, plopping her down and watching silently as her body bounced up and down. She giggled and rolled her eyes at his hard work and he let out a little growl as he took his cut off, tossing it on the nightstand. He then took the property patch from her, tossing it on top of his cut. Peanut reached behind him, grabbing his shirt and ripping it off over his head before tossing it into the corner of the room.
“You’re picking that up, buster, not me,” his sassy girl said.
Peanut grinned. “Noted. Now get naked.”
She laughed and shook her head but she tugged the oversized shirt off over her head and tossed it in the direction he’d thrown his, revealing her tender white skin. He frowned when he noted the bruising on her shoulder and some on her left arm. She glanced down and sighed when she saw the marks. The ones on her arm weren’t too bad but her shoulder looked bad.
“He fucking hurt you.”
“Not really. My shoulder was banged on the door when he shoved me into the car and the bruises on my arm were from when he was manhandling me into the motel. They’re both very superficial and nothing to worry about,” Phoebe muttered. He would bet that she was not liking his focus on how that bastard had hurt her instead of making love to her like he’d intended.
“Yeah, that’s not making it better, babe,” he growled, running his hands over her soft skin, trying hard not to leave the room and head over to the clubhouse where they likely had that fucker by now. He wanted to beat the holy fuck out of him and then let him heal so he could do it over and over again. Hmm, that idea had merit. He would discuss it with Viking later. Phoebe sighed a second time and shimmied out of her pants revealing his favorite purple panties. He let out a little growl of approval as he stared at her soft curls covered by purple lace.
“Mark, just make love to me, please,” Phoebe said.
“Fine, but be warned I am not happy you didn’t tell me about the injuries.”
“Ugg, they aren’t even real bruises, Peanut.”
He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue thrusting to meet hers in an angry dance of lust and love. He placed his knee on the bed and moved to cover her. His right hand moved possessively over her stomach feeling the baby kick at him. That sensation never got old and he found himself smiling as he pulled back to kiss her forehead. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he explored her body, sliding up over her breasts, cupping the firm mounds, his mouth seeking its tip. She moaned, arching into him, her hands clinging to his shoulders. He grunted, pulling back to lick around the tightened nipple he was playing with. Her hand buried into his hair and Phoebe moaned again, rolling slightly before wrapping her legs around his hips. It was an awkward fit because of the swell of her belly between them but he just curved his body around her.
Peanut found her sweetness with his fingers, plunging beneath her panties to caress her. She moaned and wiggled against him. He felt the baby protesting the confinement and chuckled. His little man was always interrupting them when they were trying to have sex lately. At first it had freaked Phoebe out and he’d learned not to press against her stomach during sex because their boy took it as
