6. Trigger Happy #2
“She’s fine. Too much wine. Let me get these plates made, so I can get her settled. I hope it’s okay. Mozzi said she could stay here and sleep it off.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Kong agreed.
Ayla prepared plates for everyone, Kong included and served them all before she and Inari ducked off to her bedroom.
Her sister was drunk, plopping face down onto Ayla’s bed before rolling onto her side.
Standing at her dresser, Ayla slowly took off her jewelry and prepared to shower and change into something more comfortable.
She still had to load the dishwasher with their plates, but she’d already put the rest of the food away and cleaned the pots and pans.
“I can’t believe you sat there, playing along with that girl like that,” Inari slurred.
“What else was I supposed to do? I work here. This is my job. Besides, she didn’t do anything to me,” Ayla argued.
“Maybe not, but you are better than me, baby sister.”
Inari’s cell phone buzzed in her pocket, but she was already halfway asleep. Ayla stepped up to grab it, seeing her nephew’s picture pop up across the screen made her swipe to answer.
“Dane, is everything okay?” she asked, lowering herself onto the bed beside her sister.
“Yeah. I just got home though and Ma’s not here. She with you?”
“She is.” Ayla sighed. “She’s going to spend the night. I’ll tell her you called. Just don’t get into any trouble. Lock up the house and call me if you need anything.”
“Aight, bet. Tell her I love her,” Dane noted before hanging up.
Turning to her sister, she watched her drool and snore lightly into the comforter. With an eyeroll, Ayla jumped up so she could run her shower. After taking her clothes off in the bathroom, she tied her robe around her slim waist and emerged into her bedroom as a knock sounded off against her door.
“Come in.”
Kong pushed the door open, immediately hitching the breath in her chest with his presence. She hadn’t expected to see him again tonight. Part of her was hoping him and everyone else would be tucked away in their rooms when she went to clean the kitchen.
“Is something wrong?”
“You didn’t eat anything,” Kong observed.
“I’m not hungry.” She turned her nose up, and his gaze drifted to Inari passed out on her bed.
“Is she gon’ be okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” Ayla voiced, slightly irritated with his concern as he hovered in her doorway. “It’s been a week. She’s the strongest person I know, though. So, I have no doubt that she will bounce back better than ever.”
“The kids are done eating, taking baths now, but… Kara wants to know if you’ll read her a story before she goes to bed. Something about Amelia Bedelia.”
Ayla snickered. “That’s our girl. I’ll check on her. I was going to take a shower first, if that’s okay.”
Kong’s dark eyes roamed her frame. Although she was covered, Ayla got the sense he was seeing past her robe. He wasn’t sure how he was going to resist her when they were living under the same roof.
“Kong, don’t look at me like that.” Eyes on the floor, she marched toward him so she could see him out, but his hand slipped onto her waist and rested there.
Trembling, soul stirred, her eyes closed. How did he do it? With one touch, a simple gesture, he had summoned the deepest parts of her to him.
“It’s hard as fuck not to look at you like that.” Pulling her in, he tipped his head and crushed his mouth against hers.
Ayla wanted to resist, to push him away and tell him he couldn’t have it his way, but she wanted it her way.
Heat gathered between them, and the warm cream building in her center flowed to Kong’s nostrils as his tongue eased into her mouth.
His hands roamed her curves, snaking between the opening of her robe.
Palming her fat mound, a low groan slipped from his lips when he dipped his two fingers inside.
She was super soaked, and all he wanted to do was stretch her out and watch her coat his dick.
“Mmm, don’t stop,” Ayla whimpered, pussy grinding on his fingers as she took his bottom lip between hers and fed him her tongue.
Scooping her into his arms, Kong carried her over to her bathroom.
Steam had already filled the space as he reached behind him and locked the door.
A dangerous slash of desire sliced his gut when both hands slid beneath her robe, unraveling it and showing every inch of her beautiful brown skin.
A faint smile lined her lips as she unbuckled his pants, then his shirt, and walked backward to the shower.
Kong’s boxers were the last to go as he stepped into the large encasing with her and slid the door closed behind them.
Ayla’s arms wrapped around his torso with the water from the above showerhead raining down on them.
A fierce heat burned behind Kong’s stare.
His gaze lingered on her lips, soon sparking a blazing fire behind his eyes when he leaned in.
The tip of his tongue teased her lips first before he swirled it into her mouth, and she joined his tango.
Kong lifted her toned legs to his waist, and Ayla locked them there.
Reaching for his hardened shaft, he eased into her throbbing core, and a loaded sigh simultaneously escaped them.
Kong rocked in and out of her with long, deep strokes.
Each one sent her further toward her climax until a rush of her sweet honey exploded on his dick.
“Kong,” she whimpered, paralyzed by euphoria crippling her limbs.
“How I’m supposed to let this shit go?” he muttered against her lips before smothering them in another scintillating kiss.
Between the tight squeeze from her walls around his dick, to her sweet tongue dancing in his mouth, Kong couldn’t hold his release.
A thunderous spasm ripped through him when his nut spilled inside her.
Ayla’s head slipped against the shower wall, and she held onto Kong with her arms around his shoulders, catching her breath.
For a moment, they were frozen in time, holding onto each other and allowing their minds and bodies to settle around what had transpired.
Kong planted a kiss on the space between her breasts and gradually lowered Ayla to the ground.
He grabbed a towel and her Dove soap to wash her off.
The way he handled her with care and his silence left mixed feelings orbiting in her chest. Her stomach clenched in a cold, icy knot, and she turned to face him.
“This is it, right? It’s over?” she asked, voice shaky as she looked at him through a blur of tears.
“I can’t suck you any further into my world than you already are, baby.” Each word from his lips felt like a thorn digging into her heart.
With all the emotions that came welling up, she found it difficult to breathe as her eyes frantically looked around.
“Ayla—”
“Leave, please,” she begged, taking a step back when he tried to move in to comfort her.
His heart sank at the same time his stomach hollowed.
She wouldn’t even look at him. Kong let himself out of the shower, and with a heavy heart, she watched him go.
When he got dressed and closed the door behind him, she broke.
Crashing against the shower wall, she sank to the floor.
With her knees against her chest, face crumpled in agony, she watched the water circle the drain.
“You ready to admit you in a relationship with me now or what?” Mozzi looked Coast’s way as he wheeled his whip up the driveway to his house.
Moose wasn’t far behind him for security purposes. While his family had a crew of men they fed, he knew nobody would watch his back like his motherfucking brothers. Sucking her teeth, she examined her nails, thinking about a fill in her near future.
“When you ready to admit you haven’t cut off contact with your little fan club for a reason,” she rebutted.
“Is that what you need me to do? You want to see me pop all they asses in the head?”
“I’ll take an arm or a leg.” Coast cut her eyes in his direction.
Mozzi slowed his vehicle on the gravel road until he arrived on the black tar driveway to his garage doors. A flicker of green glittered behind his brown eyes, and his dick stretched against his thigh. Coast spied his engorgement and shook her head.
“You’re sick.”
“I’m sick, but you want me out here shooting bitches just to prove my love.” Mozzi snorted, leaning forward and hugging the wheel as he hit the button to the remote on his visor and lifted his garage door.
Arching forward in her seat, Coast’s lips parted.
A black 2026 Jeep Wrangler was parked facing them with hot pink interior and a hot pink bow tied around it.
It came with doors, but Mozzi had them removed for now.
Coming to a slow stop a few feet from the open garage door, he threw his car in park, and Coast turned to him.
“Oh, my God! Where is my Jeep?” she asked, peering around.
“Don’t worry. Bee said it could sit in her garage with Iggy’s old whip.”
“I can’t believe you bought me a car!” She jumped into his lap across the seat and kissed his juicy lips.
After the initial one, she planted quick ones over and over with her arms locked around his neck.
“Thank you!”
Mozzi fished her keys out of his pocket and slid the fob to her.
“Just be careful when you out here. I’m getting you a strap. I want to take you out to the range so you can practice shooting too. I heard you already got a little skill when it comes to that.”
Coast tittered and kicked her feet. Mozzi leaned in, dick stiffening under her soft behind resting in his lap and kissed her neck before taking a whiff of her skin.
“You should quit working too.”
“What are you talking about?” Coast pulled away and looked him in his face.
“I’m just saying. Whatever you need, I got you. You said you wanted to go back to school.” He rested his hand on her thigh. “Plus, I got you something else.”