Page 4 of Peer & Coco

"I'm sorry—"

He disconnected the call, tossed the phone to the couch, and walked down the hallway to get his son. It was time to go to work at the bar and Tyr needed to go to the clubhouse where the women of Slag would watch over him while he put in eight hours at The Fire Ring.

He wasn't going to waste his time with Kelli.

His mind on other things, he missed paying attention to what he was doing until Coco stood in front of him in her bra and panties. The black material against her pale skin accented a woman's body.

His gut tightened, and he looked again, taking his time.

"Peer." She scoffed, grabbing her shirt. "A little privacy, huh?"

He walked backward, indulging himself. Her black-lined, brown eyes challenged him. He had no idea that's what she wore under her clothes or how her small breasts had the perfect amount of plump. His gaze lowered to slim legs. She kept her feet apart as if that would make her appear more formidable, but it only made her look sexier than hell.

"Peer!"

He snapped his head up, turned, and walked back in the living room.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he welcomed the uncomfortable pressure in his jeans. It'd been a long time since he'd seen a beautiful woman.