“Shit, Moses!” She put her hand against his abs when he stretched her even more. “Get that shit out of here!” He growled, slapping her hand away.
He moved her legs apart and allowed himself to rest between them in the missionary position. Coast’s ankles locked around his frame, and Mozzi long stroked her to her orgasm. Farfrom lazy, she met him pound for pound. Grabbing her arms, he pinned them above her head and took control. Coast’s legs locked around him as he hammered into her walls and sent her to her peak. Mozzi knew he wasn’t far behind when she pulsated on his dick. Head spinning, toes curling, his orgasm weakened his limbs and made his chest swarm with warmth.
Sweat beaded on his torso, and his lips met hers in a passion filled kiss when he came inside her. Whimpering, he shook off the urge to faint as his seeds spilled inside her. Coast’s stomach caved when she came, and her climax climbed into her chest with her racing heart. Mozzi kissed along the space between her breasts, making his way up to her neck before his supple mouth brushed over hers, and they fed each other their tongues. Slow. Passionate. Savoring.
Coast grabbed his face in both hands, extending the encounter as he slipped out of her and made himself comfortable between her legs. She hadn’t realized how bad she needed that release, and it wasn’t long before she was dozing off with his arms around her.
CHAPTER NINE
MAKE IT COUNT
Kong managed to get a few hours of shut eye. Stirring on Inari’s couch, he took in his surroundings. It didn’t feel right bringing Ayla anywhere but here. This was her home, where she grew up, and where her parents lived with her and her sister before their lives were turned upside down. Pinching the sleep from his eyes, he yawned and looked up to find Inari strolling inside with two mugs of hot brewed coffee in her hand. She must have gotten a workout in because she was dressed in Nike leggings, a sports bra, and a matching zip up jacket.
“You could have taken the air mattress in Dane’s room if you were going to stay the night.” She set his mug on the table. “I wasn’t sure how you liked your coffee, but there is cream and sugar in the kitchen.” She blew into her mug before taking a sip.
“I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep.” Kong reached for the mug.
He couldn’t do black coffee. A splash of cream and a scoop of sugar did the trick, though. Inari followed him into the kitchen.
“I don’t think I ever fully succumbed to it,” she admitted, lingering behind a dining room chair, where she leaned against it.
Kong found her little coffee station with no problem and used the individual hazelnut creamer and sugar packets to his liking.
“I must’ve checked on her a thousand times just to make sure she was real and here.”
“How is she?”
“She slept all night. Trust me. I know. I watched her most of that time. She didn’t even get up to pee. I can’t imagine how tired she really is after everything.” Inari shook her head, and her eyes drifted to the table.
“I didn’t want to crowd her. Thought she might need some space.” Kong faced her and pressed his back against the counter with his mug to his lips.
“I was going to make breakfast.” Inari perked up.
Kong nodded and took a sip of his coffee after stirring everything together.
“I’ll check on her. I need to call Bee and see how the kids are doing too.”
He started up the steps with his mug in hand. Ayla’s room was the second door on the right. He tapped lightly before pushing it open and poking his head inside. Expecting to find her still sleeping, she shifted and glanced at him over her shoulder but didn’t move from her position stretched across the bed. His heart thudded anxiously.
“I’m not going to break,” she croaked, voice dry and cracked as she licked her lips and swallowed.
“I know.” Kong half smiled and padded toward the bed.
“Been a while since I’ve been able to sleep through the night without hearing someone yelling, or crying, or being beaten.” She rolled onto her back, and her eyes wandered to the ceiling.
Kong perched himself on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked, and the other hanging over the side with his foot to the floor.
“What can I do?” he asked.
He didn’t need anything, but he had to make sure she was okay.
“You can start by giving me a taste of your coffee. It smells amazing, and you like yours how I like mine.” Her warm brown orbs drifted to his and he held the mug out for her.
Ayla sat up so she could indulge in a sip. Her lips touched the rim, and her eyes closed in bliss. She left the mug near her nose so she could inhale the caffeine fragrance before actually having a taste.
“Oh, my God, this smells amazing.” She licked her lips before taking another sip and relaxed with her back against the headboard.
There was minimal space between her and Kong as she gripped the mug like it was going to magically disappear.
