15. Not This Time #4
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.
The flick 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 called Beat Bobby Flay.
All that shit did was make him hungry and have him sending Ayla texts and screenshots of different recipes 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.”
“Kinda like you was about an hour ago.” Mozzi tittered.
Not at all humored, Coast side-eyed him through the pain. With one hand propping her up, she circled her extended belly and continued her deep breathing.
“The time for jokes is over,” she growled, hiking a brow as irritation bounced through her eyes.
“Aight. Where that big ass bag you packed?” He looked around the room.
“Downstairs in the closet by the front door,” she huffed.
Mozzi had to blow a fat one on the drive to the hospital. Coast screamed every six and a half minutes while clawing the leather interior on the doors and middle console. When they left the house, it was at least ten minutes between them, but they were growing stronger with each passing minute.
When they arrived at the hospital, Dr. Thorn already arranged to have her booked in a private suite, and Mozzi notified Bee and Audiemar.
Coast’s room was quiet except for the soft, rhythmic beep of the machines she was hooked up to.
Propped up in a hospital bed exhausted and sweating, she did Lamaze breathing as another contraction took over.
Beside her, Mozzi ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp and kissing the side of her head.
A soft knock at the door caused them both to lift their heads.
Coast was expecting a member of her family or Audiemar, but the beautiful, brown skinned woman who stepped inside dressed like she belonged in a courtroom alarmed her.
She was composed and controlled. There was something familiar behind those beady eyes too.
“You lost?” Mozzi asked, pulling away from Coast as the woman let the door close behind her.
“No. I’m exactly where I need to be,” she replied calmly.
Coast shifted slightly in bed, and her face tightened into a grimace.
“Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Shalice. Sipes was my brother,” she revealed, sucking the air from the room with her statement.
The name hit Coast as hard as one of her contractions, and her jaw tightened.
“Why are you here?” Mozzi demanded.
Shalice didn’t look at him, which wasn’t an easy feat considering he had a powerful presence, and from a brief glance at his criminal history profile, she knew he was also fine as hell.
Men like him came with good dick and a whole lot of baggage.
His reputation preceded him. Shalice didn’t just do her homework within the judicial system; she wanted to know everything about Mozzi Blackmoor and anybody he dealt with.
“Because I’m that baby’s aunt,” she said simply. “Sipes is gone, and our parents are dead. I am the only blood relative that baby has.”
“Why are you here now?” Mozzi questioned, not trusting her one bit.
She had that same scandalous ass look as her brother, and he couldn’t pin it, but he recognized something about her.
Finally, Shalice diverted her attention to him, unmoved.
The way she assessed him was with both admiration and intrigue.
Coast was a woman, and although Shalice wasn’t checking for him, she, like most women, were drawn to Mozzi.
One look at him and you knew he was probably no good for you, but those magnetic eyes pulled you in anyway.
“I’m here to make something very clear.”
“Is that right?” Mozzi swiped the space under his nose with his thumb and first finger with a chuckle.
“That’s right.” Shalice didn’t back down, and Mozzi respected it. “I will be in his or her life.”
Mozzi snorted before releasing a humorless laugh and shaking his head.
“No, you won’t.”
“I’m not asking for permission.” Shalice’s dark gaze landed on Coast again.
This time, he stepped forward. His Eros cologne permeated the air, but Shalice didn’t budge.
“You’re not getting anywhere near my fucking daughter.”
“I don’t need to get near her… today,” Shalice clarified smugly.
Unlike her impulsive brother, she was strategic and calculated. Coast picked up on it immediately. She might have come in here trying to keep it official business, but she was basically threatening Coast.
“You talking about court?” Mozzi challenged.
“I’m talking about doing what’s best for her.”
“Don’t pretend this is about her. You’re here because your bitch ass brother is dead.”
“I’ve seen what happens to children in unstable environments. You think I’m going to let a man like you have influence over her?” Shalice sneered.
Now the shit was personal because she didn’t know shit about him. Fist balling at his side, Mozzi stepped into her space, and his face shifted into a damning glower. It took major restraint not to knock her upside her potato head having ass.
“You don’t know shit about me,” he growled.
“I know enough,” Shalice responded with a head tilt. “I know her father is dead, and I would bet top dollar that you know exactly what happened to him. That leaves her behind as his responsibility, which is now mine.”
“She’s my responsibility,” Coast’s voice cut through sharply.
Shalice peered past Mozzi at her. For the first time there was something almost respectful behind her eyes.
The two of them had never crossed paths while she dated Sipes, surprisingly.
When he did try to make plans with them, Shalice usually found some excuse not to come.
Coast had no idea about their relationship aside from the fact that Sipes mentioned she was a lawyer and got him out of several jams over the years.
“I don’t doubt that, but she’s still my family too. This doesn’t have to be ugly.”
“It already is,” Mozzi said with no hesitance.
Nodding, Shalice retreated. “Then we’ll handle it accordingly.” She shot one last glance in Coast’s direction. “I wish you a smooth delivery. Rest up. You’re going to need your strength.” She turned toward the door to leave.
Those words weren’t out of kindness; she was issuing a warning.
Coast’s chest tightened at the thought of someone trying to take her baby from her.
She was glad Sipes was dead, and she didn’t have to fight him over custody or visitation.
Things with Shalice were different and would require a different plan of attack.
“What the hell!” Coast shrieked once she exited.
“I don’t like that bitch,” Mozzi declared, facing her.
“That wasn’t a visit.”
“Nah, that was a move. Don’t sweat that shit. I’ll get my lawyer on it. Just focus on bringing our baby girl into this world.”