“Hey.” Inari smiled sleepily when her sister’s face appeared.
“Oh, my God! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You know me.” She sighed.
“Yeah, but you’re not invincible, Nari. You scared the hell out of me! What the hell happened?” Ayla demanded.
After relaying the story to her sister, she told her she was fine but ready for a nap. When the door to her bathroom creaked open, she peered up and found Moose stepping out with a towel cuffed around his waist. His body was ridiculously chiseled, and that deep V leading to that curved monster between his legs senta light shudder over her body. A freshly rolled wood dangled off his lips, and he brought his lighter to the tip to spark it.
“I’m gonna go, Lala. I’m tired.”
“Mm hm, what you looking at then, Nari? Cause you got real distracted by something,” Ayla accused with a squint.
“Sup, Ayla!” Moose inhaled and called out.
“Moose!” Ayla squealed. “Oh, hell no. Nigga I said check on her. What you doing in her bedroom?”
Inari snickered, watching Ayla’s face ball up. Her sister knew she didn’t entertain niggas in her queen’s domain. If Moose was here, that meant something.
“Chilling. Smoking a blunt. WatchingGood Girls. Just hopped out the shower.” Moose took a pull from his blunt and sauntered over to the side of the bed where he’d made himself comfortable.
“Oh, so it’s like that?” Ayla mocked her sister, raising a brow playfully.
“Bye, Lala.” Inari huffed before ending the call.
“Ah, shit, so you don’t let nobody in the palace?” Moose teased, positioning himself on the edge of the bed and taking another pull from the blunt.
“No. I don’t really have time to nurture a nigga. I have a son, a career. So, when I want to have some fun, I typically save it for the streets.”
“So, what makes me so special?” Moose passed the blunt in her direction.
“Good question.” She grabbed the za from his hand and brought it to her lips. “Maybe I like you.”
“You can do better than that, mama,” he encouraged sexily, his hooded eyes roaming her pretty face.
Sitting up, Inari posed with her legs crossed and the blunt resting between her fingers. Swiping her tongue slowly across her bottom lip, her brows dipped together.
“I’m starting to think you put some kind of voodoo on me.”
“Mutual attraction can be a muhfucka.” Moose peeled the towel off and slipped into a pair of sweats he’d grabbed from her bathroom closet.
He kept a change of clothes in the trunk of his car, but he had no plans to step outside anytime soon. Inari commended his ass and studied the many tattoos covering his back as he tugged on the drawstrings to the sweats.
“So, do you have a fetish for older women or something?”
Moose snickered and slipped into bed beside her. Inari studied his movements as he intertwined his fingers, rested them across his stomach, and stared ahead.
“I mean, it ain’t intentional. Just seems to be who I’m attracted to and vice versa.” He swung his head in her direction. “You ain’t that much older than me, though.”
“Three years. Meanwhile, Tulla has what… thirteen? You were practically a baby. Nasty bitch.” Inari sneered, and Moose tittered. “I wish a bitch would try my son.”
“You sound like Jane when she found out.” Moose shook his head, thinking about how the only woman he ever considered a mother went the hell off when she found out about Tulla.
She was ready to have her hit, not giving one damn about her being an officer of the law. Jane didn’t have a problem with bending the rules, as long as the evidence didn’t exist to prove otherwise. Inari caught the nostalgia in his gaze as his lips half curled on one side into a grin.
“Tell me about her.” She took a pull from the blunt before holding it out to him. “I imagine she was a hell of woman with sons like you and Mozzi.”
Moose grabbed it and peered into her soft brown eyes as she rested her head against her pillow.
