“If you want me to leave, I can do that. I can’t keep coming back if you not willing to give this shit a go, though. I won’t ever lie to you again or give you any reason to doubt me. That’s my word, and these days it’s all a nigga really got.” He stood and was about to wake Tiara up when Inari stopped him.
“Wait.” She sniffled and paused on the other side of the coffee table. “I don’t want you to leave,” she confessed.
“Then what do you want, Nari?”
“I want to stop feeling like I do.” She scoffed. “I want you to stay out of my damn head and off my heart! But you keep coming around, and I see the growth and how hard you went to go to court and make a place for yourself in your daughter’s life. I can tell that your focus has shifted.”
“So, what you saying?”
“I’m saying… now that she’s a part of my life, I don’t want to not know your daughter. She’s special.” Inari glanced past him at Tiara sleeping soundly. “And I want to be there with you.” She stepped closer, reached for his t-shirt, and gave it a tug.
“So, you fucking with me?” Moose looked down into her face and hiked a brow.
“Yes, I’m fucking with you. I think I made you suffer enough.” She tittered.
“Fucking right.” He tilted his head to fuse his mouth to hers in a long-awaited kiss.
Inari breathed, deeply into it, and Moose’s arms fell across her shoulders, pulling her in. She was so soft and smelled like her favorite Dove bodywash and a mixture of shea butter and vanilla. Inari’s hands rested on each side of his upper torso while he kissed her gradually, his tongue even taking its time tangoing with hers. Moose’s lips trailed to her neck, kissing her there and allowing one of his hands to roam to her breast and give it a squeeze.
Inari glanced over her shoulder at Tiara, out for the count. She stroked his meat through his pants, and Moose pulled back to search her face. He didn’t need to ask. The answer was in her eyes. He scooped her off the ground, and her legs locked around his waist. Moose made sure to flick the light off in the living room, and the next movie had already started to play. Tiar slept heavy anyway, so he was pretty sure she wasn’t going to wake up.
He carried her past Dane’s room upstairs and to her ajar bedroom door, which he shoved open with one hand while holding her steady with the other. Inari’s clit thrummed as anxiously as her heart when Moose brought her to the bed and stretched her across it. He pulled his pants and boxers down together and left them bunched up on the floor. She pulled his shirt over his head, and he yanked at her leggings until her thick thighs were displayed in front of him. His rugged hands swept over her supple flesh, and Inari’s nipples pebbled underneath her shirt.
Moose kissed along her thighs until he reached her inner pleasure zone, already glistening with her sweet sauce. He helped her lift her shirt over her head and cuffed her chin before forcing a passionate, nasty kiss over her lips. Inari was ready. She’d been fantasizing about Moose even when she didn’t want to, and she missed the throbbing warmth of his length stretching her out. He tapped at her entrance, taking her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it before pushing inside her.
“Fuck!” He groaned, mouth falling open in bliss when he entered his favorite place.
She felt even better, and he could tell she hadn’t worked that thing out in a minute the way it locked around his dick. Grabbing her legs, he pinned them up around his waist in the crook of both arms and hit her with long, deep strokes. Inari wet him up, and Moose had to redirect his brain, so he didn’t cum too fast. Still holding her position on his dick, Moose rolled over, reclining on his back.
Inari caught a slow grind against his pole at first before pressing herself against his chiseled chest and abs. She used her hips and ass to ride slowly, leaking all over his thighs and causing it to drip onto her bed sheets. Grabbing her ass by both cheeks, he lifted off the bed and hit her with hard, deep strokesuntil her walls collapsed, and she released a deep, satisfied moan.
“Gimme all that shit, Nari.” He talked her over the edge, mouth hanging open while she convulsed against him.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” Moose sat up, hands propped behind him so she could lift and brace her arms against his shoulders.
“Shit!” He growled, face contorting into pleasure pain when she put that vise grip on him and slid to the tip.
Now, she was showing the fuck out, but he was here for it… all night.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
INTUITION
“Itold you not to bring him!” Emeric Whitaker hissed at his wife, Darcy, the moment they stepped off the elevator on the sixth floor of Blackmoor Construction.
She bounced their baby boy, Neo, in her arms, with his diaper bag slung over one shoulder. Her dreams of being a mother became a reality when she was blessed with Neo. Now she didn’t want to let him out of her sight, but her husband insisted on taking her along to be the sprinkle on top of any deal. It wasn’t above him to basically pimp his wife out if he thought it might make a difference. She’d been humiliated and discarded more times than she cared to count.
Emeric wasn’t always like this. In the beginning, he was charming. He doted on her and rescued her from the hell she knew as home in the St. Anne projects. In a lot of ways, he was her hero, but as soon as he got too comfortable the monster freed himself from the cage. She thought at first he just had a temper, but as time went on, Emeric became a narcissist with a control complex. Darcy stayed because he provided a lifestyle for her that she quickly grew accustomed to. She came from nothing. Raggedy couches, mattresses on the floor, paint and tilechipping all over their two-bedroom apartment, which housed not only her parents but also her and her six siblings.
“Shh, it’s okay.” Darcy bounced and cooed at her baby boy. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He woke up fine. Maybe he needs a nap already.”
“Either way, you should have left him with a fucking nanny. He ain’t a fucking purse!” Emeric voiced.
“Why are you so upset? He’s our son.”
“Darcy, don’t fucking play with me. This baby was supposed to make you better. So far, all you doing is finding more ways to spend my money and staying up late with his crying ass all night!” Emeric’s brows bunched together as he snarled.
That was how much disdain he had for her in that moment. He agreed to adopting a child so she would shut the fuck up. Now it was another mouth to feed, and he made more noise than anything. For the past few months, Emeric had resorted to sleeping in his man cave to tune out the noise. Darcy wanted a baby, not him. She was his wife, though, and it was a good look to start expanding their family, so he finally gave in. He knew he wasn’t built for having a bunch of them running around, though. Neo fussed in Darcy’s arms, and Emeric took in their surroundings. The few eyes that moved around the lobby and reception booth pretended like they didn’t hear what was going on, but it was hard not to.
