4. Smoke #2
Nostrils flaring, she hit the button on the side to secure his device again before tossing it back on the bed.
She’d put up with too much from Sipes to be walking into some polyamorous situation with her eyes wide open.
She hated doubting Mozzi, but clearly, he hadn’t completely cut those bitches off.
Instead of dwelling on it, Coast took a beat and decided to get ready.
There was a tap at the bedroom door when he emerged from the bathroom.
She’d slicked her hair back into a ponytail, but all her clothes were scattered between Bee and Mozzi’s places, so she was stuck with his oversized attire.
Standing at the mirror coating her lips with gloss, the door to his room propped open, and Ayla poked her head in. Coast couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was different about her. She spotted the shirt and shorts in her hands along with a pair of sneakers and fresh socks.
“Hey, I thought maybe you could use these.”
“Oh, thank you so much.” She accepted the pile from Ayla, who lingered in the doorway.
She briefly eyed Mozzi but turned her attention back to Coast since he was only in a towel.
“What’s for breakfast?” he queried, stopping at his dresser for fresh underwear.
“Um, Kong decided to take me and the kids out for brunch. You realize it’s like noon, right?” Ayla scrunched up her face.
“Where y’all going?” Mozzi let the towel slip off his frame, showing his toned ass as he slipped into his pair of boxers.
Coast caught a glimpse of his dick swinging, and even on soft, the nigga had some length.
She and Ayla both stood in shock at how nonchalantly he undressed before them.
He had nothing to be ashamed of, and she’d caught a few old scars on his legs that she wondered about, but not too long as he moved around.
“Um… Soiree.” Ayla slammed her eyes shut, trying to block the image as he slipped into his boxers.
When she popped them open, she and Coast shared a stare and tried not to grin like two little schoolgirls who’d never seen dick before.
“Bet. They got a cool menu.”
“Well, I guess we know why he has three girlfriends,” Ayla kidded.
“Fuck outta here,” Mozzi snarled.
Snickering, she backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. Coast spun toward Mozzi, pressing her back against his dresser as he moved toward his closet. He seemed preoccupied, so she trailed him over to the solid dark oak door and followed him inside.
“You want to just roll with them and get something to eat?” he asked, yanking a pair of jeans off a hanger and grabbing a graphic t-shirt from a drawer and a hoodie from another hanger.
“That’s fine. Unless you have something else you need to do.” Coast leaned against the frame of his door and tucked her arms across her chest.
Mozzi slipped his legs into his jeans one at a time and pulled them around his waist. She liked that he didn’t wear skinny jeans or sag.
She hated that shit. He pulled his t-shirt over his head next.
After choosing the latest Gamma Blue Jordan 11s, he took position on a nearby tufted bench to put them on.
“What’s on your mind, Trouble?” he asked, sensing that she had something on her chest as he eased his foot into his right shoe first.
“Maybe all the missed calls and unread messages on your phone.”
Sighing, Mozzi shook his head and put his other shoe on.
He left his phone out on purpose. He wanted to know what type of time Coast was on.
Most women couldn’t resist going through a nigga’s phone, and he didn’t lock his shit with her.
Lin and the others were a different story, but Gill was an expert at cracking codes and shit.
Mozzi never minded because he didn’t give a fuck about their feelings.
Things were different with Coast. How she felt and what she thought meant something to him.
He didn’t like it, but he was growing to accept it.
“Keywords. Missed and unread.” He stood slowly and walked over to the island in his closet that housed a bunch of accessories, different jewelry pieces like watches, bracelets, and diamond chains.
“Why are they still calling to begin with?” Coast demanded. “Have you not made it clear enough, or are you trying to keep everyone happy for when you decide you’re ready to deal with them?”
“It sounds like you already made up in your mind what it is. So, why don’t you tell me, Trouble?”
“Go to hell!” She turned and stormed back into the bedroom.
Stripping down to nothing, she grabbed the clothes Ayla provided so she could change quickly and try to catch an Uber the hell up out of here.
Mozzi stepped into his room after securing a watch and tennis chain and stopped dead in his tracks.
Coast had all her lady lumps out, and his dick immediately stretched when he saw the pebbled nipples on her perky breasts.
They’d been spending all this time together, and he’d never seen her without all her clothes on.
She had little tiger stripes on her thick thighs, and he wanted to grab her ass in both hands and bring her down on his dick.
Fuck! Instead of arguing with her like he intended, he snatched her by the wrist, but she jerked away from him like he was fire and faced him.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Coast snapped.
“Calm the fuck down!” Mozzi nudged her onto the bed, and Coast landed on her elbows.
A deep scowl hardened her face, but that shit was sexy.
Stepping between her legs, he grabbed one of her thighs to give it a squeeze before applying kisses along her ankles, then her calves and upward until he reached her glistening pussy lips.
Her heart raced in her chest when he reached down and thumbed her bud.
“Mmm.” Coast bit into her bottom lip and collapsed in his bed.
Mozzi grabbed both ankles and positioned her with her knees in the air so he could admire her leaking pussy.
He kissed along her inner thighs before pressing the length of his tongue against it and diving into her sweetness.
Fingers clawing into the sheets, she almost came on contact.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had sex, and Mozzi wasn’t playing fair.
His tongue swirled and sucked on her pearl until the pressure in her stomach ruptured, sending a shocking orgasm through her loins.
“Good girl,” he mumbled against her lower lips, still eating her up like he hadn’t sent her over the mountain.
“Oh, shit… I’m about to c-cum ag-again…” Coast whined.
“Let that shit go. Feed me, baby.”
“Fuckkkk!” she screamed, her sweet nectar spilling into his mouth.
Mozzi was no stranger to eating the box, but he was selective about who got those privileges.
He didn’t trust Lin because he knew how she got down, which is why they always wore condoms. If he was drunk enough, Gill or Roni might get it, but Coast was addictive, like a drug.
He cleaned her up, but she was still wet as fuck, and his dick was standing at full attention.
Legs trembling, nipples looking like perfect Hershey kisses, he admired every inch of her, including that little pudge in her stomach where the baby was making room inside her.
He positioned himself between her legs and draped his body over hers on the bed.
Coast was trying to regulate her breathing as her mind spiraled with what he’d just done to her.
All her woes seemed to flee the minute she came on his tongue, and now she was staring at the ceiling and panting slowly.
Mozzi’s hooded eyes searched hers, and he stole a kiss off her plump lips.
It wasn’t enough. His tongue slipped between her lips, and she draped her arms over his shoulders to pull him in closer.
Hands on her waist, he dug his fingers into her soft flesh.
“I’m where I want to be,” he told her between kisses. “Now, put some clothes on witcho fine ass.” He pushed away, leaving Coast flustered and propping herself up on her elbows as he went to his dresser to spray himself down with his Versace cologne.
“That’s not fair!” She pouted.
He had worked her up, and she was expecting his dick to stretch her open, not for him to pull away so easily, although the print in his jeans said otherwise. A fucking monster had grown there. As bad as he wanted it, he knew now wasn’t the time.
“You said you was hungry, right?” Hiking a brow, he glanced at her over his shoulder, and Coast reached for one of his pillows off the bed.
“You asshole!” she yelled, then winced because the move made her arm hurt when she tossed it at his head.
Mozzi ducked to avoid being hit and tittered when she snatched up her clothes and stomped to the bathroom.
“I fucking hate you!” She slammed the door, and he only laughed harder.
“Crazy ass. You just got fucking shot! Simmer down! You got five minutes to bring yo’ ass on, or I’m eating without you!”
When the group arrived at Soiree, it was clear to everyone that there was something amiss with Mozzi and Coast. She chose to ride with Ayla, Kong, and the kids for one.
Mozzi didn’t mind. He hotboxed it all the way to the destination with his music on blast. He knew she was hot, but he had to fall back from all that lovey dovey shit for a minute.
Kong put out a mass alert to pull all their soldiers for a meeting tonight, and he hadn’t stopped wondering who exactly came for him.
With his lineup, there was no telling. His phone rang, and Moose’s name popped up on the dash inside his car as he whipped into Soiree’s parking lot behind Kong.
“What’s up, knee gro?” Mozzi greeted him.
“Where you at?”
“Pulling into Soiree for a minute,” Mozzi replied.
“Coast with you?” Moose questioned.
“Nah. She in her fucking feelings, so she riding with Kong.”
Moose snickered. “The fuck you do?”
Mozzi sucked his teeth. “She hormonal. Nigga, she gets mad or sad about everything. Mostly mad. She horny as fuck too.”
“So, what’s the problem?” Moose pried.