Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
BLAME IT ON THE…
“Don’t think I didn’t notice how you managed to evade the hot seat,” Moose jested when he and Inari were alone.
“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 trembled around 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.
Gripping her chin, his fingers dug into her flesh when he drew her to her feet.
He spun her so that she had lifted from the chair, and he could take her place.
Inari straddled him, chest heaving, nipples showing the fuck out through that soft silk material of her dress.
Moose brought his mouth to hers, strong, urgent, filled with passion.
The nasty tango their tongues did left them both in shambles, tasting the essence of each other.
Inari’s hand slipped against Moose’s wrist, and a low moan managed to escape through her lips.
Grabbing her hips, he helped her position herself over his nine inches of glory until her tight walls reached his length.
“Gahdam!” Moose groaned, eyes never wavering from hers as she reached down and pulled her dress off over her head.
Inari rocked steady, each thrust pushing out more of that sweet, gushy shit Moose was now an addict of.
She threw that ass with precision, lifting and dropping at the same time and twirling it in a circle.
He didn’t have to guide her or none of that.
She was handling the dick with an expertise he’d never seen.
“Mmm, that shit feels good,” she crooned, big ass double D’s pressing into his hard chest.
Moose grabbed a handful, circling the nipple of one with his tongue while his fingers pinched the other.
He didn’t think Inari could get any wetter.
When her walls collapsed and pulsated around his manhood, his toes cracked.
This was some otherworldly shit. There was no way this woman had him ready to scream like a bitch.
“Shit, Nari. The fuck you trying to do to me?” His neck gave out, but baby was on a mission.
She sucked the soul of out him, and he saw the stars without a fucking sky. How the fuck did she do that? Spine tingling, toes curled, his eyes shut tight, still absorbing the walnut he’d dropped inside her when her lips found his.
“Get the fuck away from me. Fucking demon.” Moose turned his head.
Inari collapsed in a fit of laughter on his chest.
“I’m sorry. It’s been a while.” She kissed along his chest and rested her chin against her hand. “Hey,” she tipped his chin in her direction. “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be honest.”
“Heard.” Moose lifted his head so he could peck her sweet lips.
“Did you have a good time tonight?” Kong’s deep baritone asked.
He and Ayla cruised toward the estate in the back of the Maybach. A soft smile claimed her full lips, and her low eyes latched onto his. She was still buzzing off the drinks and weed.
“I did. Been a long time, too.” She thought about Qassen, and sadness swept through her eyes.
Kong noticed, but didn’t want to pry. He’d seen her relationship with her sister up close and knew that she’d carried the burden of holding it together most of her life.
Still, something else lingered in her eyes that he couldn’t place.
She half turned in the seat, crossing one leg over the other and dropping her head against the head rest.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What is this, round two of hot seat?” Kong chuckled.
“Maybe.”
“You want to play now?”
“I don’t want to play. I just want to know,” Ayla corrected.
Giving it some thought, he held up a finger.
“One question each,” he compromised. “We don’t have to answer, but if you don’t, you don’t get to ask either.”
Ayla nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Exhaling, Kong bobbed his head. “You go first.”
Studying him, she drank in this man who carried the weight of it all. The house, the children, ghosts of the past. Ayla thought about her question carefully, and it might have been the alcohol giving her the courage to even press.
“Do you really think you don’t deserve a second chance at happiness?”
Kong’s jaw immediately tightened, and his eyes remained focused ahead.
He wasn’t a fan of this line of questioning.
Since Twyla died, nobody had even asked him about it until now.
Sure they gave their condolences and vowed to be there if he ever needed anything, but that was just funeral talk.
When things died down people tended to go back to their lives, while those grieving were left to do just that.
Swiping his beard, he lowered his eyes to his lap.