“That’s my baby.” He took another puff and set the blunt back in the ashtray. “Let’s establish that now. For anybody asking. You keeping it too.”
“You don’t get to dictate a damn thing over here. I’m not sure what I’m going to do?—”
“So, you gon’ climb up on that table, spread your legs, and have them suck life out of you?” he challenged, closing the space between them and looking down into her eyes. “That’s what you on?”
Coast’s bottom lip quivered. Lost for words, she squared off with Mozzi, hating that he was right. She couldn’t see herself doing that.
“Nah, that’s what I thought.” He nodded. “You don’t even know it yet, but you want this.” He placed his hand against the small pudge in her stomach, and tears stung her eyes, clouding her vision.
“Why are you doing this?” Coast whispered.
“Doing what?”
“Making me question everything?” She blinked away her tears and tried to stand her ground against him.
Mozzi slid his arms around her waist and pulled her in. Locking them together behind her back, he knelt so that they were eye level. Coast never had a man look at her like that before. Like he saw something in her that she was missing.
“You comfortable with me?” he asked.
“For some reason… yes,” she admitted.
“I want you to trust me too.”
“That’s asking for a lot considering you already have a roster of women gunning for me.” Coast looked off to the side.
Tipping her chin upward with his index finger, he forced her gorgeous doe eyes to fixate on him.
“Let me tell you something, Trouble. I’ll make a movie with yo’ ass, put my mouth all on that sweet pussy, and let you send it to any bitch you think I’m fucking with.” Sloping toward her, his lips hovered over hers briefly before smothering her in a kiss that took her breath away.
Mozzi’s tongue slipped into her mouth with ease, and Coast kissed him back. Melting in his embrace, she allowed his thick, muscle-bound arms to pick her up and carry her up the stairs. He kissed her gently the whole time, leaving the seat of his briefs ruined with her juices. She expected him to take her into his bedroom, but instead, he stopped in his game room and sat with her on the couch.
“I’m ordering some Snack Shack. You want something?” he asked, fishing his phone from the pocket of his shorts.
“Wings. The honey haberno ones. Twelve piece with some fries.” Coast dug her own cell from her pocket to check the time.
It was almost five-thirty.
“Twelve piece.” Mozzi tittered. “Little ass greedy.” He pressed his back against the arm of the sofa and tapped at his screen with a slight frown.
Coast draped both legs over his, and when he was done ordering, he picked up the remote to his TV from the coffee table that looked like a big Rubik’s cube, and his PlayStation controller.
“Where’s your mama now?” Coast wondered aloud.
“In prison,” he answered, flicking through channels until he decided to play his game.
Coast didn’t know if she should pry. His revelation left her more curious about him.
“Do you talk to her or see her?”
“I try not to. Not a whole lot she can say to me.”
“I know that feeling.” She allowed her head to fall against the back of the couch.
Half an hour later, their food arrived, and the two ate before Coast slipped into a food coma. Mozzi smoked another blunt and got comfortable with her up under him while playing NBA2K.
About an hour later, when her phone alert went off, he got curious. She’d received an email from a doctor’s office confirming an appointment for next week. He made a mental note of it before peeking at her sleeping face. Setting her phone on the table, he went back to his game.
CHAPTER TEN
