Kong said something about it being late and getting home to the kids, so he and Ayla took off, and Coast and Mozzi followed not long after. Inari offered to help Moose clean up a little before heading home. Only ’90s R&B crooned softly through the speakers as she picked up empty cups and containers to dump in the trash while he arranged his tattoo gun and ink on the counter.
“I don’t like that game.” She tossed trash into a nearby black garbage bag.
“You loved questioning everybody else.” Moose grinned.
Exhaling through her nose, she pressed her back against the counter.
“Fine. Let’s play. One question each, though.” She held up her index finger, sobering Moose pretty quickly.
He’d had his share of divulging information tonight. The only woman he or his brothers could ever truly be open with was Jane, and that took a lot of time and patience on her part because they gave her hell too. Over time the trust had to be established.
“Sit,” he told her gently, nodding to his chair.
Moose didn’t pace or perform as she lowered herself into the comfy leather. He perched himself on the edge of the counter instead, hands clasped, eyes on her like this mattered a hell of a lot more than she let on.
“You first.” Her warm chestnut eyes bore into his.
Moose didn’t want to rush into it, because he indeed did want to know everything about her. Inari seemed like the type to go with the flow, never revealing too much to anybody out of fear they’d get too close. She was soft, but hardened by life and sacrifice. He read the dynamic between her and Ayla. She was her sister’s keeper through and through. Swiping his tongue across his lips, he folded his arms over his squared chest.
“What’s the thing you’re most afraid people will find out about you?”
Inari stiffened, instantly knowing the answer as her cheeks flushed. For a moment, she looked like she might deflect, maybe turn sharp or sarcastic like Mozzi often did. Instead, she stared at the floor.
“That I’m not as good as people think I am,” she responded. “That everything I’ve built is just… a series of bad choices that happened to work for me.”
Moose nodded, wanting to know more, but giving her space to tell him in her own time if it ever came to that.
“My turn.” She studied him closely.
The charm, the ease, and the way his fingers tapped nervously against the counter he used to hold himself up.
“Do I make you nervous?” She stood and took slow, even steps in his direction.
Moose could hear his heart thudding anxiously in his ears as she stopped right in front of him. Since she was shorter, he had to peer down into her gorgeous face as her hooded eyes danced all over him.
“A little.”
“Why?”
Lifting his hand, he cupped her face, and she brought her lip between her teeth. She hoped he would kiss her. She wanted to feel his supple mouth against hers. Her entire body was on fire, leaving a puddle leaking into the seat of her panties.
“Because I’m not used to dealing with a woman like you.”
“What kind of woman is that?” she whispered.
“A grown ass woman that don’t need me for shit. I don’t know how to be steady. My life is a series of spontaneous events that string together. You represent everything I’m not accustomed to. Structure. Accountability.” His thumb stroked her cheek, and Inari grew lost in his words.
His mouth fused to hers, and when his tongue eased between her teeth, she didn’t deny any reciprocation while melting into his warm embrace. Moose handled her gently, but with a force that let her know he was all man. Backing her into the chair, he nudged her down and ran his big hands along her curves. He lifted her dress, inhaling her womanly fragrance when her legs parted, and brought his face closer to her sacred space. She was in no way prepared for what came next. Pushing her panties to the side, he kissed along her inner thighs, which gained a gasp from her pretty lips before his mouth locked onto her clit.
“Shit!” Inari hissed, pleasure ripping through her as Moose’s tongue circled her pearl before sucking out a piece of her soul.
Grabbing her legs, he kept them in the cuff of his arms, eating her up like warm pie. Her sweet nectar dripped out of her effortlessly, trickling past his chin and to the crack of her ass as he took her over the climactic cliff and into ecstasy’s abyss. Head spinning, she gripped the sides of the chair, digging her nails into the leather until her knuckles turned white.
When she exploded on his tongue, Moose slurped her up like milk, moaning into her clit until her legs locked and trembledaround his head. When he finally released her, she sat up, running her fingers across his washboard abs and pushing his shirt up and over his head. She yanked at his belt, freeing him from his pants and allowing his curved dick to pop out and in her face. It was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen, and she wasted no time placing her mouth over the tip and taking him down her throat until she reached his shaft.
“Fuck!” Moose’s lips parted, and his head rolled back when Inari’s warm jaws suctioned his dick.
She took her time at first, learning every inch and vein until she got comfortable with it. Gripping him with both hands, she gulped and slurped, leaving nothing but her saliva on his thick rod. Inari’s reciprocation exceeded his expectations. The desire in her eyes scorched him, leaving his toes curling in the soles of his designer sneakers. He didn’t want to bust yet like a bitch, but she was walking him right to the top of the mountain. He snatched away from her, pissed off and hard as steel when their eyes synced.
