“You won’t.” Mozzi wrapped his arms around her.
“You don’t know that. There’s been a few times I thought running away from you would be easier than all this.”
“But you didn’t. I wouldn’t let you anyway.” He tipped her chin upward and peered into her glossy doe eyes.
“You’re already nothing like her. You’re just scared. Which is natural. This is your first child. You’re being given a life to nurture and take care of, and that’s a big fucking deal. We don’t know everything, and we won’t have all the answers, but I think you’ll surprise yourself with what comes natural. Look at what you did to this house.” He lifted his eyes to the ceiling.
It now had that woman’s touch that had been missing. Little remnants of her were scattered in every space, and he had no complaints about it.
“Audiemar’s place always felt like home because of Jane. Even now when I go there, I just feel her. This was the first spot that was ever mine, but it didn’t have no heart in it. It was just walls, space, and furniture. You turned this shit into a home, Trouble.”
She stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his. Mozzi lifted her off the ground and onto the counter where she opened her legs to him. Grabbing her thighs, he gave them a squeeze before fusing his mouth to hers and giving her his tongue. Theflick of it against hers was slow and sensual. Coast reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head before dropping it to the floor and reaching for the lining of his shorts.
“Now, all we have to do is get this little girl out of me.” She reached into his pants and stroked his nine-inch pole.
“Climb on the counter,” Mozzi instructed.
“What?” Coast jerked back and searched his sexy, hooded eyes.
“Do what I said, Trouble.”
She turned and brought her knees on the counter to assume the backshot position. Mozzi admired her swollen, slick pussy lips before tilting his head and applying gentle kisses to it. Flattening his tongue against her bud, he circled her clit with just enough pressure to make her whimper before pouting her lips together and releasing a breath. Extending his tongue further, he flicked it back and forth across her pearl. The pressure in Coast’s stomach was too much as she climbed an invisible mountain to her peak. Mozzi moaned against her lower lips when a warm rush of her juices spilled on his tastebuds.
“Shit!” Coast panted, still tingling.
Grabbing her at the waist, he helped her off the counter so he could bend her over properly. The tip of his dick lingered at her warm entrance, and he teased her with it as she gripped the counter to brace herself for him. Sliding into her gushy walls, he admired the arch in her back while hammering into her. Coast surrendered to the counter, allowing Mozzi to have his way with her. When they climaxed together, her entire body shuddered, and her heart ran wild.
Mozzi picked her up and carried her to the bathroom so they could shower before climbing in bed with ice cream and falling asleep watching some cooking show that Ayla put her on to calledBeat Bobby Flay. All that shit did was make him hungry and have him sending Ayla texts and screenshots of differentrecipes he wanted her to try. Coast wasn’t bad in the kitchen, and she would try anything, but if she was mad or had an attitude, which was a lot lately, she was bound to fuck some shit up. He didn’t hold it against her. Having a woman who could cook wasn’t on his list of requirements because he could whip it up if need be too.
One arm tucked behind his head; Mozzi scrolled his phone to check emails and a few messages as Coast rolled over in her sleep. She had to be damn near in his skin when she slept, a light snore coming from her as her arm rested across his abs. She grumbled something with a wrinkling frown taking over her face.
“Agh!” Coast curled up, and her eyes shot open as pain ripped through her lower belly.
“What’s wrong?” Mozzi shot up beside her, and she buried her face in the pillow and screamed.
“The baby!”
Hopping up, he pulled the covers back. Coast tucked her arm between her legs and balled up with a slow leaking fluid coming down her legs, soaking the sheets.
“Call the doctor!”
Mozzi fumbled with his phone, quickly scrolling until he came across Dr. Thorne’s number. The phone trilled a few times before her groggy voice came on the line.
“Hello.”
“Doc, it’s Mozzi.”
“Mozzi, what’s wrong?” she asked, clearing her throat.
“I don’t know. Coast started screaming, and she got some shit leaking out of her…”
“Okay, calm down. It sounds like she’s in labor.” Dr. Thorne shuffled around on the other side of the phone. “I’m getting dressed. Meet me at the hospital. Time her contractions, and I will see you in about thirty minutes.”
“Bet.” He tossed the phone and rushed to Coast.
She struggled to sit up with one arm cradling her stomach. Scooting to the edge, she breathed heavily through her mouth and nose. With tears staining her eyes, she peered up at Mozzi.
“This is happening. She’s coming.”
