“Peanut,” she begged. She wasn’t sure if she was begging him to continue or to stop.
“That’s it, Lovely. You need this so badly,” he grunted, his fingers never pausing as he continued his oral assault on her needy body. She moaned again as he sucked her button. Her shuddering orgasm wasn’t as hard as the first one, but it was just as devastating. Her body trembled uncontrollably and she tried hard to hold out as Peanut showed her no mercy, his talented mouth and his rough movements inside her giving her no quarter.
She moaned out her second orgasm and felt Peanut kissing his way up her body slowly, his mouth finally stopping when he got to her breasts. He kissed each nipple in turn before sliding up to kiss her mouth with vigorous fever. She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tilted her body up into his, feeling the hard ridge of his thick cock against her throbbing pussy. She couldn’t breath as she felt his naked skin against hers. He’d lost his boxers at some point and they were now skin to skin as he pressed the tip of his erection against her tight opening.
“I’m clean. I was checked a week ago and I’m not putting a condom between us,” Peanut rasped, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. She wasn’t frightened by the hard grip which was something she hadn’t thought was possible. Johnny had ingrained that a hard grip meant pain into her brain long ago, so it was shocking that his hard grip didn’t panic her. It showed how much she trusted him. Phoebe wasn’t sure when that had happened or how, but she wasn’t going to question it. Peanut searched her eyes as he hovered above her. Phoebe realized he was waiting for her to tell him to stop or to get a condom.
“Peanut,” she whimpered, her body already spiraling into another frenzy of need. She wanted him to take her or she was going to go insane. She needed to feel him connected to her in a way she didn’t understand, in a way that left her feeling desperate and beyond needy.
Apparently her needy cry was enough to let him know she wasn’t going to stop him because he pushed into her, gently at first but then harder when she tilted up to meet him. It was seconds later that he was pumping into her wetness with a groan of pleasure. He hovered over her, his cock moving inside her in a steady rhythm that left them both gasping. His face was contorted with pleasure and his hands gripped her hips as he pumped in and out of her with a mad hunger.
“Mine, this pussy is mine,” Peanut growled, moving faster as he built to his own orgasm. His words sent her over the edge again and she cried out his name, her nails scraping down his back as her body took over, shuddering in completion.
“Fuck, fuck,” Peanut panted out as he tensed above her, his eyes closing as his body let go and his orgasm flooded her with heat. Phoebe held his shuddering body against her own as he slowly rolled them sideways so his weight wasn’t pushing down on her. He let out a loud moan after a few moments and looked at her through slitted eyes.
“You are a dangerous woman, Lovely. I’ve never come so fast in my entire life.”
Phoebe felt herself blush. They’d just had sex but she was still shy in the face of such blunt talk.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to be crude,” Peanut said, kissing her forehead gently as he pulled himself from her still twitching body. He settled beside her with a loud grunt and kissed her softly again, their tongues gently dueling.
“It’s okay,” she responded when he let her come up for air.
“You know this is not just about sex, right?”
“It’s not?” she questioned, her breath freezing in her lungs as she waited on his answer. She wanted so badly for this to be something other than just sex between them.
“No, it’s not. I want more than sex and a nanny from you, Phoebe. I want a lot more than that,” Peanut murmured into her hair as he nipped her ear.
“I want more than sex too.”
“Good, now get some sleep, Lovely. I’m hungry for you and it won’t be long before I’m waking you up so I can take that sweet pussy of mine again.” He tucked her into his side, snuggling her into his arms with his face buried in her neck. Phoebe felt herself blushing again but she didn’t argue with him, she just curled into him and closed her eyes.
Thinking right now was a bad idea as it would likely leave her anxious and too worked up to sleep. She was choosing to enjoy this for as long as it lasted. Maybe it wouldn’t be forever but for now it was something she wasn’t going to question. He’d said he wanted more than just sex and a nanny. She’d just have to hope he meant it. Peanut wasn’t the type of man to make promises and then not keep them. If he said he wanted more, then he did. He was nothing like Johnny, who’d turned lying into an art form.
Closing her eyes, she sighed. Peanut was running his hand up and down her side like he had every night they’d slept together. His soothing caresses had her drifting off to sleep within minutes.
Chapter Seventeen
“You serious?” Hemp asked, grinning at Peanut.
“Yep, I ordered the patch today. Now all I need to do is get her divorce pushed through and convince her to stay and it’s a done deal,” Peanut replied.
They were sitting in the clubhouse waiting on Rage and Diablo to get back from a meeting with the Black Souls MC. Since they wanted the person or persons they were dealing with to think they were only looking at the Raiders for the problems they’d recently been experiencing, they’d enlisted the Black Souls’ help in searching for the culprits.
“I’ll be damned. All you fuckers are falling like flies. I can’t believe another brother is biting the bullet and taking an old lady. You going to be a stick in the mud like the rest of them?” Thumper asked laughing.
“Most likely.”
“Damn pansy motherfuckers. How can all you assholes stick it only in one chick’s pussy? I need variety,” Donny grunted, shaking his head. He propped his feet up on the table with his beer tilted to his lips.
Peanut didn’t let their ribbing bother him. The only woman he was interested in was in his bed waiting on him and he was damned sure keeping her there. He wasn’t about to stick his dick in some random sweetbutt and lose what he’d just found. Phoebe made him a happy fucker and that wasn’t easy to do. Variety was a young man’s game. Donny was still only in his early twenties. Peanut was too old and settled for that shit.
“Variety? Fucker, when have you had variety? I know damned good and well you’ve been fucking Lacy for like a year and I haven’t seen you with anyone else,” Cutter demanded, laughing as Donny threw some chips from the bag he was holding at him.
“Shut the fuck up. I am not sleeping with Lacy,” Donny said, but his face was red and he looked away, leading Peanut to surmise that he was most definitely fucking Lacy. Peanut didn’t know what was going on there but Lacy wasn’t really the type to live the life so that was likely to end badly. She was one of Star’s friends and fellow teachers from the elementary school. If Star found out Donny was screwing her, she’d likely lose her shit on him.
“Sure you’re not,” Cutter said still laughing.
“You’re really giving her your property patch already, huh? I know the club gave approval but I figured you’d wait a while,” Viking said from his left.
Peanut turned to look at his friend, his jaw tightening. He didn’t want to get into it with Viking again. Things had been less tense between them over the past month since he’d come home one night to find Viking in the kitchen with Phoebe, suspiciously covered in flour. When he’d asked about it, Phoebe had brushed over the incident saying it was nothing to worry about before going back to pulling the chicken she’d been frying from the pan. He’d watched them suspiciously, but both had seemed relaxed and calm so he’d let it go. He still wasn’t convinced that Viking had given up his reservations about Phoebe but at least he wasn’t trying to convince him to walk away anymore.
“Yeah, I’m really giving it to her already. I might wait a little while because I don’t know if she’ll take it while being married to that fucker. I have a bad feeling she won’t. It bothers her that
we are in a relationship while she’s still married to him. I really need Stan to find a legal loophole to her having to go back to the state she was in to divorce him. I want my patch on my woman so everyone knows to keep their fucking hands off.” Peanut ran a hand over the condensation on his beer, feeling helpless in the face of reality.
He knew Phoebe well enough now to determine that she wouldn’t allow herself to take his patch until she’d ended her marriage. He’d explained old ladies to her a few weeks ago hoping to feel out her feelings on the matter and what he’d learned had left him feeling annoyed. Not only had Johnny Smith put his hands on his woman, he’d effectively blocked Peanut from claiming her like he wanted to. She wouldn’t let him truly claim her until she was free of that son-of-a-bitch.
“Fuck, that’s harsh. How are you going to get her to wear it then?” Viking asked.
“I’ve got Stan working on filing the divorce in her state. He’s having the paperwork drawn up currently. I intend to take a little ride once he has those. I won’t be coming back without a signature,” Peanut grunted. He’d talked to the club lawyer, Stan, yesterday and he’d told Peanut that she’d be able to file for a quickie divorce because they didn’t have any assets to split or kids to worry about. He hadn’t told Stan that she was pregnant with the man’s kid and he wasn’t going to. Phoebe had already agreed to put him down on the birth certificate as the father of her child. She didn’t want Johnny having any claim on the kid. He wasn’t going to allow the man to get his hands on her or their boy ever again.
“When you take that ride let me know. I’ll keep you company,” Viking offered.
Peanut was surprised and he looked at him for a long moment wondering if he was up to something. He couldn’t be sure but from the steady eye contact and the way Viking’s expression never changed, he realized that he was serious.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Maybe whatever had happened in that kitchen that night had finally made Viking realize that Phoebe wasn’t a conniving bitch out to use him. It likely helped that Phoebe had invited him over to dinner nearly every night this month. He didn’t always show but he was there more than he wasn’t. He was glad that the two of them seemed to be getting along and he liked having his levelheaded friend back. Viking nodded and they turned back to the conversation going on in the clubhouse. The men were taking bets on a dart game between Hemp and Cutter. Both men were damned good at darts and it was always a 50/50 chance on who would win the game, which was always good entertainment. He tossed a twenty down on Cutter and spent the next hour trying to make Hemp miss. It was several hours later that he was climbed on his bike to head home. He’d just started the bike when Phoenix called out to him.
“Hey, I need to talk to you about something.” Phoenix motioned for him to follow him. Unsure what the man wanted he sighed and turned off his bike putting the kickstand down. He climbed off the bike and walked slowly back toward the clubhouse. He’d much rather head home to Phoebe but he knew he couldn’t let his personal needs to interfere with club business.
He followed Phoenix past the men who were still tossing back drinks and betting on Hemp and Cutter. He was surprised when Phoenix walked past his office leaving him wondering what the hell he wanted to talk to him about. He’d already had a long night. The Black Souls hadn’t found anything even though they’d been digging, and it was frustrating the hell out of all of them. Phoenix led him past Rage’s office and into the security feeds room. He frowned because he was a little confused about why Phoenix needed him in the security room. Phoenix entered the room and then looked at Frankie who was sitting in the room watching the cameras.
What the hell was going on?
“Bring it up,” Phoenix muttered.
Frankie punched a series of buttons until the screen showed the area around the clubhouse from a few days ago according to the date in the far right corner of the screen. Peanut watched the feed, wondering what the hell the man was trying to show him.
“There, stop it,” Phoenix said, and Frankie stopped the frame. Peanut leaned forward, frowning at the man who was lurking about half a click away from the clubhouse wearing a suit that looked like it had seen better days. He was standing next a large black sedan and he looked like he was casing the clubhouse. Unsure why Phoenix was showing him this he glanced at him and raised a questioning brow.
“This is the second time this fucker’s been spotted on the main road near the clubhouse. He’s been lurking around watching the road. Yesterday we started a facial recognition program over his image. You’re not going to like what finally popped up just a few minutes ago,” Phoenix muttered, his look grim.
“Who is this fucker?” Peanut demanded but the sick sensation in his gut was already telling him who it was.
“Johnny Smith,” Frankie said grimly.
“Fuck, just fuck. What the hell is he doing here?” Peanut demanded but he already knew that the sick mother fucker was looking for Phoebe.
“We don’t know how he knows she’s with us but we all know why he’s here, Peanut,” Phoenix growled. He was gripping the back of Frankie’s chair and Peanut noted that his knuckles were white. He knew that abuse was a hot button for Phoenix ever since he’d found out about Sin’s past. Peanut understood why because after Melody it had been one for him too. Johnny Smith wasn’t getting anywhere near Phoebe. Fuck, what if he’d already gotten her? This video was from yesterday and the feed that Frankie had reset to the current view outside the clubhouse wasn’t showing the black sedan.
Peanut turned and punched the wall, letting out a loud roar of anger. He couldn’t bear the thought of Phoebe in that bastard’s clutches. He reach into his pocket for his phone and he was dialing Phoebe. He didn’t breathe until she answered.
“Peanut? Why are you calling so late? Are you okay?” Phoebe’s voice was worried and a little sleepy. He let out a deep sigh of relief as the sound of her sweet voice rang through the phone’s speaker. He almost couldn’t speak for a full minute as he processed the fact that she was still safe.
“I’m okay, Lovely. Just needed to hear your voice. Everything locked up tight there?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm when he felt anything but. If that fucker got anywhere near his lovely, he was going to lose his fucking mind.
“Everything’s fine here. What’s going on Peanut?” Phoebe asked, suspiciously.
“Nothing important. I just had a bad feeling and wanted to be sure you and Jazzy were okay. Go back to sleep and I’ll be home in an hour or so,” Peanut told her, trying not to let the stress show in his voice. He knew he’d have to tell her. He hated that she’d be frightened knowing that Johnny was here looking for her, but she needed to know to be more cautious. He’d give anything to spare her from this reality, but he knew he couldn’t. He wouldn’t tell her tonight, he decided. He’d talk to her about it after she dropped Jazzy at school tomorrow morning.
“Fine, but this conversation isn’t over, Peanut. You will tell me why you were calling me in a panic, or I swear I will move back to my room until you do,” Phoebe said in a no-nonsense tone that left him grinning despite the circumstances.
“I will. Not tonight though. I don’t want you waiting up on me. We will talk about it after you take Jazzy to school tomorrow.”
“Alright,” she replied before hanging up.
“Everything’s okay I’m assuming,” Phoenix asked when he put his phone back into his pocket and turned grimly back to the other two men.
“So far. I can’t believe we didn’t notice him before. Fuck. Just fuck.” Peanut ran a hand through his hair nearly ripping it out. He’d left it down tonight and he was glad because he
“Dude, chill. She’s fine and we will make sure she stays that way. Nothing to worry about,” Frankie said as he turned the monitors back to surveillance mode.
“I know that, but I can’t stand the thought of that bastard getting anywhere near her. I will not allow that fucker to hurt her again. He needs to die but with the divorc
e not finalized that can’t happen until he signs those fucking papers. I don’t want her involved in any investigation the cops may do when they find his dead body,” Peanut muttered, pulling at his hair again. Phoenix grinned, his hand landing hard on Peanut’s shoulder.
“Yeah, that could become awkward. Stan called to let you know that he should have the papers ready to sign by the end of the week. This just means you get to get this shit fixed faster. You intended to ride there and force him to sign before impressing upon him the need to forget Phoebe existed, right? Well now he’s come to you instead. Like a gift.” Phoenix chuckled.
“I always intended to kill him and you damned well know it. I was just going to have it handled a few months after the divorce was finalized to make things look good. He beat her more than once and put her in the hospital a total of five times in their short marriage. A man like that doesn’t stop until someone makes him. I had a plan to wait five months after the divorce and have a hit put out on him through our contacts in South Dakota.” Peanut didn’t hide his intentions from his brothers because they had likely already suspected he’d handle it long term. He wasn’t a forgive and forget kind of man.
“Exactly, only he’s here now and that means you get him to sign the papers and wait a month or so to kill him. We can hold him at the warehouse. No need to send him back to South Dakota. Chains can handle the details of getting him out of the state before we take care of his sorry ass. It’s a win-win.” Phoenix was grinning as he finished.
Peanut didn’t know why his gut was still in knots over Johnny being close to Phoebe. Maybe it was the simple fact that she and his boy were in danger until they’d caught the stupid fucker. Hell, that sick dickhead could threaten Jazzy too. He would bet that harming a child wouldn’t go against any morals the man’s sick mind could come up with. The door to the security room opened suddenly and they all turned to see Viking standing in the doorway.
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