“You look good,” he complimented, giving Inari slight pause as she set her gold Chanel clutch on the table and glanced his way.
“Thank you. So do you.” She looked him over in his casual threads, admiring the way his supple looking soup coolers aligned with his precision lined beard and goatee.
His locs hung loosely past his shoulders, and the blend of the oil he used and his mahogany scented cologne turned her nipples into daggers against the material of her dress.
“What you drinking on?”
“A martini, please. Extra dry with two olives,” she requested like a boss.
Propping an arm against the table, she leaned toward her sister and nudged her.
“You look cute! That dress been hanging up, collecting dust long enough!” Inari kidded. “Take a selfie with me.”
Moose flagged down a waiter, and Inari snapped a few pictures with Ayla before scoping their setting.
“Where are Mozzi and Coast?”
No sooner than she opened her mouth, voices carried through the restaurant.
“Five minutes in them damn heels, and you already complaining. Told you not to wear that shit, trying to be cute,” Mozzi griped, shaking his head behind Coast as she sauntered tothe table in the black see through dress that Royal had picked out for her.
It was too cute not to wear, and she didn’t know when she would be able to get into it again. With each sway of her ass, it jiggled a little, captivating him. She both purposely and concurrently was trying to turn him on and piss him off.
“Well, look at you showing out.” Inari gassed her up as Moose scooted closer.
The warmth of his body beside hers left Inari tingling. Coast did a little spin in her dress with her arm in the air, and Mozzi side eyed her heavily.
“Don’t be co-signing this little shit,” he snarled, more fixated on Coast than he cared to admit.
She was easy on the eyes with minimal effort, and he didn’t get tired of looking at her.
“Don’t listen to him. He bought it.” Coast slid into the booth next to Moose, and Mozzi was right behind her as a waiter approached their table.
Everybody ordered liquor except for Coast, who was busy looking at the menu to see what appetizers she wanted. Everything sounded amazing to her as she skimmed the different items.
“Coast, you Mormon or something?” Moose asked once his glass had been refilled, and he tipped it to his mouth.
“She’s pregnant,” Mozzi announced, making his brother choke on his drink.
“Thank you for the announcement,” Coast muttered, glaring at him.
“Oh, shit.” Moose swallowed his liquor.
“I don’t know why you want to keep this a secret. Got that little shit poking out like ain’t nobody gon’ peep that.” Mozzi picked up his menu and cackled.
“Don’t forget that glow.” Inari picked up her glass and sipped demurely with both brows lifted.
“Anyway, I want to order something to eat.” Coast rolled her eyes. “Since we’re all here, why don’t we get to know each other or play a game?” she suggested.
“This ain’t summer camp,” Mozzi scoffed.
Kong, Moose, and Mozzi all exchanged stares. What Coast was suggesting was harmless; the three of them just weren’t in the business of sharing things about themselves. She and the other ladies at the table caught the subtle stricken expression and tittered. The Blackmoor men were something else. Each heavily reticent in one way or another.
“Nobody is going to jail. Geez. Relax,” Coast mocked.
“We don’t play games.” Kong swallowed his bourbon and twirled his glass on the table.
“That’s because Mozzi always cheats,” Moose accused, eyes darting across the table to his little brother. “That’s why Jane banned us from playing games.”
