He’d moved a little closer, inhaling her fruity scent.
“You ever think of getting a tatt?”
“No.” She laughed.
“Your skin is perfect. Like a blank canvas.” He reached out to stroke her neck, and Inari shuddered. “Let me know if you ever consider it.”
“I will.” She watched him walk off, hot as pie right out of the oven as she leaked into her panties.How had he done that?She wanted to throw something at him and curse at him for unraveling her like that in a matter of minutes.
“Is it me, or is this shirt snug as hell?” Coast strutted back over to the table, looking down at herself in the t-shirt clinging to her middle region. “It’s supposed to be a medium, too.”
“Um, you might want to get used to outgrowing shit,” Inari joked, gaining a side eye from Coast as she looked around.
“Checking for somebody?”
“What? No.” Coast grabbed a few t-shirts from the box to place on the table.
“You sure? Mozzi is fine and obviously persistent.”
“Don’t forget annoying as hell,” Coast added. “Clearly used to getting whatever he wants.”
“Hmm, and right now, that seems to be you.”
“Whatever. He likes the chase. The fact that I’m not kissing his ass or hanging on his every word is a challenge. He’ll move on when he sees I’m really not fucking with him. I’m pregnant. What I look like starting something with somebody? Especially somebody like him.”
“You never know.”
“Please.” Coast scoffed, looking across the basketball court at Mozzi and his brothers going up and down the court with each other.
On the bottom row of the bleachers, Roni sat with Gillian and Lin, all eyeballing Coast with a mixture of envy and scrutiny. Mozzi shot a basket and made it. When he caught Coast watching him, he swept his tongue across his lips and winked at her while backtracking down the court.
“I’m going to sell some merch.” She picked up a pile of items and moved away from the table.
Eventually the game was in full swing and there wasn’t anywhere else to sit. Coast moved with ease through the crowd, charming the pockets of most of the men and older women. She’d made several trips to the table Inari held down to reup her inventory.
When Inari’s son, Dane, arrived, him and his little friends admired Coast and lowkey flirted with her before going to look for a spot to squeeze in and watch the game. Moose, Mozzi, and Kong along with the rest of their team talked shit back and forth with the opposing team as they gave them a spanking.
During halftime, Coast went to grab a bratwurst, a bag of chips, two chocolate chip cookies, and a bottle of water to wash it all down. Ayla joined her and Inari with Kara and Kyro on their bench near the table where all the merch had now been sold. The two had knocked it out within an hour and a half. Coast bounced happily on the edge of the bench and took another bite of her brat when Mozzi approached, tossing a white towel over his sweaty shoulder.
“Gimme a bite,” he said, propping his foot on the edge of the bench.
Coast grilled him and took one last bite before bringing the remaining portion to his lips. She was usually the most unreasonable, stubborn person on the planet, yet this man shebarely knew had her giving in to his orders. Mozzi chewed it up slowly as Kong approached, huffing and puffing, also drenched in his own bodily fluids. He gratefully took the canteen from Ayla that she held up for him.
“You look like you could use that.” Her plush lips curved into a smile.
“Thanks.” Kong tipped his head back and held the bottle above his lips.
He got one good gulp before Moose came up and snatched it from him.
“Nigga, I’m about to die out there!” Moose also did the water fountain.
“You getting old, nigga, and you smoke too much.” Mozzi sniggered.
“If that ain’t some bullshit coming from you.” Moose swallowed and aimed a finger at him as Kong snatched the canteen back.
“You the one ready to collapse. All that eating clean shit don’t matter when you got other bad habits.”
Moose flipped him the bird, knowing he wasn’t talking about liquor and weed as Inari’s pretty eyes drank in his chiseled arms and chest. The beads of sweat glistening off his inked-up skin left her as hot as the damn sun blazing down on them, and she had to tip her bottle of water to her lips to hydrate herself.
