9. Spun #4
Moose both understood and respected it. Nodding, he allowed the wheels to turn in his head.
One thing about him and his brothers, if they had a problem, they would find a way to solve it.
Even if it was unorthodox or required extra effort.
They already had enough enemies, what were a few more?
Their camp was still on high alert since there had been no clap back regarding what happened to Fire and Donahue. Now it was more of a waiting game.
“I can’t believe I just told you all that.”
“You told me because you can.” Moose reached under him for his hash stash box and popped the lid.
The pungent smell of za filled the space. He had every type of glue, cake, and some more shit tucked away along with blunts, cones, and rolling papers. There was already a blunt rolled, so he grabbed it and brought it to his lips for a taste.
“I know that bitch Mira. She runs the hoes for Donahue. Been a top bitch for a long time around here.”
“Yeah, she knows you too. Her and Danilo basically told me to stay away.”
“Fuck them.” Moose blew smoke through his mouth and nose. “Tell me about your operation. I want to know when and where you make the drops to Mira too. Let’s start there.”
“Moose, we can’t just—”
“Fuck that, Nari. They ain’t holding you hostage like some fucking mule, baby. You got a son out here that needs his mama to show up for him. High school graduation, basketball games, prom. They not taking you from him or those moments because you worked too damn hard to get him there.”
She didn’t know what it was, but in that moment, she believed Moose with her entire heart.
It could be so easy for him to wash his hands of her and this situation and walk away, but he was standing ten toes down behind her instead.
He wasn’t built like most of the men she encountered.
These niggas were out here acting like the new pampered princesses.
She used to cuss God out regularly for the kind of men she came across when she did try to date.
These motherfuckers were out here calling themselves the prize, wanting to be courted, and acting like she was supposed to be their mama instead of their woman.
It was why she went so hard on Dane and instilled the right shit in him.
He wasn’t about to be no man sitting around, waiting on the girl he liked to come talk to him.
She told him at an early age that if he wanted something to go after it.
“I don’t want to pull you into this,” she objected, pulling herself to her feet.
Moose dropped his blunt in his ashtray on the table and stood with her.
“You ain’t pulling me into shit. I’m doing this because I fuck witchu, and I’m not about to let nobody push you around because you were protecting your fucking family.”
“All these years.” Knots of panic gathered in her stomach. “I used to pray all the time that she never remembered. Ayla is tougher than she looks.”
“And she got a hell of a big sister.” Moose stepped closer, hand brushing against her cheek as he pulled her closer.
“I missed you.” Inari pressed her forehead against his.
“I missed you.” Moose’s lips lingered over hers, supple at first before a passionate kiss was exchanged.
Reaching for his black V-neck sweater, she pulled it over his head and admired his chiseled abs and body art.
She’d missed looking at him. Hands sweeping over his skin, Inari bit her bottom lip when Moose reached for the button to her jeans.
He picked her up with ease and carried her up to the third floor.
He passed four separate doors until he reached one at the end of the hall and pushed it open.
Inari’s tongue slid over his, and Moose carried her over to his floating king size bed.
Underneath there were red LED lights that cast a warmth over his entire room.
He dropped Inari on his bed and yanked at her pants until they were on the floor.
Unzipping his own, he pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Dick swinging, he climbed onto the bed and gripped each of her thighs.
Inari’s soft whimpers filled the room when Moose’s tongue latched onto her already glistening lips. His tongue swirled and flicked while he applied pressure that drove her into a frenzy as she clawed at the sheets trying to get away from him.
“Nah.” Moose took a breather. “Don’t run.”
Inari peered down at him between her legs, moaning against her mound as he ate her like a delicacy and sent her into a flight of ecstasy.
Lips parted, legs trembling, she let go of a guttural moan as two of his fingers slipped inside her.
Inari grinded into them, soaking them in her sweet honey before her body went limp.
Moose pulled his fingers out and licked around her folds before his lips trailed more kisses up her inner thighs to that space where her little tiger stripes were.
He continued to kiss along her stomach and navel, grabbing her breasts in her bra.
When she sat up, Moose unlatched her with an expert technique that sent her breasts tumbling out so he could take a mouthful.
Shifting onto his back, he pulled her on top of him.
Inari grabbed his pole and assisted him inside her snug walls, gasping when he split them apart.
He was far bigger than Danilo, so she had to adjust to his girth all over again.
Moose’s hands fell on her waist, hissing as she eased to the bottom of his shaft and allowed him to rest there.
“Shit, Nari.” He groaned.
She pressed her softness into him, hard nipples poking his chest while she bucked on his dick like a skilled jockey.
Her ass swirled and popped while her stomach and upper body rested against Moose’s sturdy chest. His arms locked around her, right above her ass while she rode him until his dick glossed with her essence.
Inari crushed her lips into his, easing her tongue into his mouth so Moose could suck on it.
He reached under her, grabbing one of her breasts and flicking his thumb over the nipple before squeezing it between two fingers.
Her middle got wetter, and her walls gripped his dick mercilessly.
Moose’s tip tingled inside her. Inari was about to nut, and he could tell the harder she went.
“I’m cu—”
“Let it go, baby. Take that shit.”
“That dick feels so good,” she whined against his lips before licking them and slipping her tongue back into his mouth.
Her tunnel locked around him, spilling her slick heat all over his dick. Inari slowed down, but Moose’s hands fell on her ass, and he plunged into her with deep, heavy strokes.
“Morgannnnn,” she purred, mouth falling into an ‘O’ shape with no sound coming from it as her cheeks slapped together.
They’d gone beyond lovemaking right into raw fucking.
Moose sat up and turned her so she was reverse cowgirl, and Inari spread her legs as if she was doing a childlike yoga pose with her arms stretched out between his legs.
Moose enjoyed watching his dick slip in and out of her while she coated him with her syrupy serum.
“Tell me you want this shit, Nari,” he growled.
“I want it!” she wailed, fingers digging into his sheets.
“Tell me you want me. Us. Baby, say that shit!”
“I want it! Fuckkkkk I want you, Morgan!” She screamed, pressure building in her middle before rising into her chest.
She knew he was stroking his way to another orgasm from her. He loved the way she felt on his dick when she exploded.
“You fucking that nigga?” he asked, causing her mind to go blank. “That nigga ain’t hitting that shit right. Look at you. Ain’t no more of that. Shit is dead. You hear me?” He hammered into her, and Inari lost her voice amid her pleasure erupting around his pole.
“Yes!” she panted.
“Yes, what!” he demanded.
“It’s done. This is your pussy. Shit…” She took in another deep breath. “I can’t take any more, Morgan.”
“Good girl.” He grunted, nut slipping out of him into her warm well.
Inari loved the feel of his pulsing dick inside her before he slapped her ass and slipped out of her.
She remained in position, legs spread, sweat gathered on her chest and forehead.
Moose sat up, a hand on each of her ass cheeks before he leaned in to kiss them both gently.
Inari was so spent she crashed in that position, stirring briefly to see Moose rolling a blunt beside her with his TV on ESPN.
She turned onto her side, curled up to one of his fluffy pillows, and drifted back off.