“Good,” Peanut said, kissing her again before turning back to the TV. Phoebe felt surrounded by love every day since she’d walked into this house and she was damned glad that she’d been robbed so many months ago. It had led her right here where she belonged.
Peanut kissed Jasmine goodnight and flicked off her light before heading into his and Phoebe’s room. Phoebe had gone to take a shower after dispensing kisses to Jazzy. They spent the day moving Jazzy into her new room with the help of her uncles. Since Jazzy had a hand in creating every part of the new room, she was happier than a lark. She loved having the bigger room. He grinned thinking about Jazzy. She couldn’t contain her excitement about her new baby brother and he’d thought she’d never settle down tonight. Peanut smiled because he loved that his little darling was helping out with the baby. It was obvious she loved Phoebe as much as he did and if he had to guess, Phoebe loved them both back whole-heartedly. Not that he was surprised. Phoebe needed them as much as they needed her.
He frowned as he neared their room. Phoebe had been quiet this week and it was starting to worry him. He knew he was being a pussy about not having sex but the idea that he might inadvertently hurt her or the baby was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. If he ended up with carpal tunnel from jacking off so much, then so be it. He wasn’t risking either his boy or his woman’s health. He loved them both too much to take any chances despite her tempting offers of riding him like a cowgirl.
Damn, his dick turned into a steel pipe when he thought about her riding him. He only had to wait eight more weeks and then he would be able to take her any which way he wanted. Well with reason. He would be having Jazzy and her new brother stay with someone for the night as soon as she was cleared for sex because he was already starving for her and he knew it was going to take all night to sate him. That might not even be enough but at least it would take the edge off.
He headed to their room, wishing time would hurry up and move it along because eight weeks seemed like forever. He walked into the room and stopped dead, staring at Phoebe with his hands gripping the door frame as he looked at her. She was posed on the bed in a sexy as fuck teddy. He hadn’t even known that they made lingerie for pregnant women. Holy fuck, he wanted to cross the room, toss her on the bed and fuck her senseless. Only he couldn’t, he needed to go jack off before he lost it and took her hard and fast just like he’d been fantasizing about.
“Fuck me, Mark,” she demanded from the bed, running her fingers between her breasts as she looked at him with a sexy come-hither look. He swallowed hard.
“Umm, I’m not tired yet. I think I’ll watch TV for a bit,” he managed to squeak out, feeling like a damned pathetic hearing the break in his voice. He was turning to leave when her face fell and she suddenly burst into tears before diving under the covers. He stopped dead. He couldn’t leave her like that. He moved to the side of the bed, tugging at the covers.
“You’re scaring me, Lovely. Are you hurting?” Peanut demanded, worry twisting like a knife in his guts.
“I—I’m fine, go watch TV,” she managed to sniffle out from beneath the covers.
“You’re not fine. What’s going on, babe?”
“N-nothing.”
Peanut frowned and tugged the covers from over her head. He finally uncovered her and she sat up with a little sigh. She was so damned beautiful even with tears streaming down her face and he felt his chest ache a little with the love he felt for her. He knew he was being a pussy admitting that he loved her to distraction, but he didn’t give a fuck.
“It’s not nothing. Tell me why you’re crying,” Peanut asked, his hands gently smoothing her hair away from her face.
“Am I not sexy to you anymore?” she asked, shocking him.
What the fuck? Was she nuts?
Knowing better than to ask that out loud, he took a second to process what she’d asked. It was a ridiculous thing for her to think, but maybe his method of keeping her sexually satisfied so she didn’t suffer along with him wasn’t working.
“You’re so sexy I can barely keep my dick down whenever you’re around.”
“That’s not true, you haven’t had sex with me since the kidnapping,” she accused.
“Lovely, you know why that is. I won’t take chances with your health or our boy’s. That’s the only reason we aren’t having sex and you know it. Why are you so upset about this?” Peanut asked.
“I’m upset because I think it’s more than that. You just think I’m fat and ugly now,” she wailed.
Shit, this must be the mad hormones Hammer had warned him about. Up until now he hadn’t seen any sign of them. Phoebe was pretty steady but maybe that was why she had taken this insane idea and blown it way out of proportion.
“Babe, you know that’s not true. I love every inch of you and sometimes you’re so pretty it hurts. Right now my dick is so excited it’s taking everything I’ve got to have a conversation even with you crying your eyes out. I was going to jack off in the other bathroom so I didn’t lose control and fuck you,” Peanut said bluntly, not bothering to sugar-coat his words.
“Really?”
