Chapter 14 #2
Moments later, she rushed to the front with her back pack slung over both shoulders, and her thick curls blowing behind her. Inari grabbed her things from Moose’s suite and threw an arm around Tiara when she returned. The two walked toward the door together, and Tiara stopped.
“See you later, Daddy.” She waved to him and Moose’s heart damn near beat out of his chest.
He straightened up behind the counter, and Inari caught the flicker in his eye. Watching his chest swell with pride and his eyes fill with tears he couldn’t hide, she grinned.
“Yeah, see you later, daddy.” With a wink and her sexy smile, she held the door open so they could leave.
Moose stood there watching them get in Inari’s car through the window before pulling off. Hearing that took him higher than any drug ever could.
Mozzi admired his wife, curled up sleeping in bed in nothing but her nursing shirt and some tight ass boy shorts hugging her plump ass.
Iara lay content in her arms against her chest, gnawing on her tiny fist and making the cutest little baby noises when Mozzi stepped into the room.
His anger from her not answering the phone subsided the minute he laid eyes on them.
He peeled his leather racer jacket off and tossed it onto a nearby chair before he went to wash his hands.
Pressing his nose into her neck, he inhaled that baby smell of powder and lotion.
The faint aroma of her mama’s milk on her breath got him every time.
“How’s my pretty girl?” he cooed, stroking her back.
Coast was on some real childish shit since he mentioned hiring somebody to clean their house.
He was joking, but she was tight about the comment, so she’d been giving him hell.
One minute she was cool, and the next, she was telling him to get another bitch to do some shit.
He loved his wife to death, but she was crazy as hell.
Rocking Rara in his arms, he talked to her gently while pacing the room.
On the edge of a desk in the corner, he spotted something that drew his footsteps in that direction.
There were several black and white still photos she had taken of Iara while she was sleeping.
One even at an angle she had taken while breastfeeding since she had her titty in her mouth.
His baby girl looked so cozy with her thick curls all wild over her head.
Beside the photos were also some sketches of cartoon images of Rara in her onesie with a binkie in her mouth. Coast had some serious skills.
“Looks like your mama been keeping busy.”
“Where the hell you been?” Coast demanded, eyes still closed as she stirred in bed.
“Had to meet up with Elyse and Kong to handle some shit.”
“Feel free to put your daughter to sleep so I can take a shower and have my coffee in peace.” She shuffled to the other side of the bed and climbed out.
Ass hanging out her boy shorts, stealing all of Mozzi’s attention, she threw an extra sway I her walk to the bathroom.
She’d been sleeping off and on today, tending to the house and trying to relax before Ayla’s event tonight.
She was soft launching all her cooking projects, so everyone was coming out to support.
Since Coast’s building for Bellamy Productions was pretty much complete, they’d arranged to have everything there.
She had a team handling things, but she told herself she would head out that afternoon to check in and make sure things were running smoothly.
She wanted everything to be perfect for Ayla’s big night.
She’d overcome so much, and she deserved this.
By the time she’d finished showering, he was downstairs having a bowl of cereal at the island counter, and Iara napped soundly in her own room.
Coast could never get her to sleep in there, but somehow, Mozzi had the magic touch every time.
When she sailed into the kitchen, ass and titties out, not an inch of clothing covering her body, Mozzi choked on his cereal.
She strolled right over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of green juice she’d juiced herself a few days ago.
“Trouble, the fuck!” Mozzi spat. “Why you walking around like that?”
“So you know the only bad bitch walking through this muhfucka is me.” She twisted the cap off her juice and took a sip.
“You tripping. Shit was a joke—”
“And it wasn’t funny,” she noted, lips pouting cutely as she slammed her juice bottle on the counter. “What if I said I was going to hire a fine lil shit to be the pool boy around this bitch?”
“You’d be looking at a case of asphyxiation fucking with me,” Mozzi said with a straight face.
“Now you know how I feel.”
Mozzi slid off his stool and approached her. She’d gotten thicker since giving birth, but he appreciated every inch of her.
“Aight, let’s call it. We not fighting about no dumb shit.”
Coast examined him carefully, watching the bulge in his pants grow the longer his eyes lingered over her lady parts. Mozzi actually missed seeing her pregnant. Watching her carry life did something to him that he couldn’t explain.
“Fine.” Coast sighed as Mozzi’s hooded eyes smoldered with need.
“You know why I asked Kong to do the addition in the first place?” Mozzi lowered himself in front of her, hands still gripping her waist and coming face to face with her trimmed mound.
“Why?” Coast asked, eyes syncing with his.
The pulsing between her legs marched to an anxious beat when Mozzi stuck a finger inside, and Coast’s juicy walls gripped it. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he watched her head slip back as her hand fell to the counter to hold her up by her weakening knees.
“’Cause I plan on shooting this shit up again real soon, baby. We gon’ need the space.” Mozzi dug her out for a few minutes before scooping her up and laying her on her back on the cold counter.
Grabbing both legs, he held her ankles together before his tongue penetrated her pussy.
He ate her greedily, slurping, sucking, and writing his name in her sweetness before she released a gush of it on his tongue.
Sputtering, body locked in a pleasure state, she caught her breath against the cool countertop, and Mozzi brought his stiff rod to her slot.
He eased into her slowly, and her greedy ass pussy took every inch.
With his palms against the counter, he rocked in and out of her, enjoying the view of her coating his shit until they gave in to their passion together.
The familiar jerk of his dick when he came was something Coast couldn’t get enough of.
She knew getting pregnant again was always a possibility, too, because she wasn’t on any kind of birth control.
Mozzi reached out to pull her arms so she could come into a sitting position.
“Are you sure we’re ready for another baby?” Coast asked.
“If you ain’t ready, we can take precautions, Trouble. I know this been rough on you. I don’t want you thinking you have to do shit you don’t want to.” Although he was saying the words, Mozzi was slightly hurt that she wasn’t as excited about having his baby as he was.
Coast saw the disappointment, and she felt bad as her eyes lowered to his chest.
“I love you. I love us. I love our daughter. And I love the idea of having your babies. Even if this was rough, I don’t regret it.
Never. I want to enjoy my husband a little more before having to share him again.
Maybe take another trip or two. Get my business off the ground, watch you come into your own at Blackmoor Industries.
I’m not in a rush because I’m enjoying all the things we already have. ”
“That shit sound good.” Mozzi grinned.
“You better believe it,” Coast said between kisses.
After showering, Coast and Mozzi got dressed, then woke Iara so they could get her together.
Mozzi put her two-piece outfit on while Coast packed her bag for Bee’s.
The fact that her mother had stayed in town and her father and brothers were now making frequent visits was a shock.
She didn’t think anything could tie any of them down.
Yet Sailor and Iara had somehow grounded her family in a way she didn’t see coming.
Once their baby girl was dropped off, and Coast promised to bring Bee a special order of one of everything that Ayla sold, she and Mozzi got in his car, and he drove toward their destination.
When Mozzi put his whip in park in front of the building for Bellamy Productions, he got a notification. Coast gathered her garment bag with her dress and her purse so she could head inside. She’d already texted Royce, and she was on the way with her crew to do hair and makeup for everyone.
“I’ll be in,” Mozzi told Coast as she hopped out and slammed his door shut.
“What’s good, bro?” Mozzi mushed the phone to his ear. “Where you at?”
“Taking care of some last-minute shit. You at the studio?”
“Just pulled up.”
“Bet. Tell Ayla I’ll be there. I promise. This might get sticky, but I ain’t gon’ miss this.”
“What’s going on? You need back up?” A frown stretched over Mossi’s face.
“Nah, I gotta handle this one myself. Just make sure she’s good. Tell her to have a good time and enjoy herself.”
“Aight.” Although Mozzi was curious, he trusted Kong, and if he said he was good, then he was.
Little did he know, his brother was making big moves tonight, and the Blackmoor family was going to reap all the benefits.