“You should go check on Moose,” Ayla suggested, picking herself up off the steps and swiping her butt of any dirt. “He seemed pretty upset. Can we talk about him in Daddy mode for a second, though? Because who knew he had that in him?” Ayla teased.
Inari snickered, bringing herself to her feet and following her back inside.
“It’s crazy, right? But Tiara adores him, and he’s different with her.”
“How do you feel about being step mama?”
“Girl, we are not married.”
“Yet,” Ayla pointed out. “Moose has changed. Or should we be calling him Morgan now since he’s acting like an adult… sometimes.”
“He’s still Moose too.” Inari cackled. “Now if his baby mama can only act like she got some damn sense.”
“Hmm, yeah, good luck with that.” Ayla snickered. “I think he went upstairs to his old room.”
“I’ll be back.” Inari grabbed the shiny banister and started up the steps.
Moose’s room was the second door on the left. She raised her hand to tap, and when he didn’t answer, she let herself inside. Flat on his back, feet on the floor, he was stretched out across his bed. The walls displayed sketches of different comic characters he had created over the years. Yasmine kept it pretty tidy too because there wasn’t a dust bunny in sight as Inari kicked off her sandals and padded over to his bed to join him.
“Hey. You okay?” She sat beside him and lay on her side so she could face him.
“I’m straight.” Moose grunted, the palms of his hands resting against his forehead as he stared at the ceiling.
“Hey, talk to me.” Inari reached for his chin and turned his head in her direction.
“I’m good, just fucked up hearing about Jane after all this time. We always thought it had something to do with the family and how we moved. I guess in hindsight it still kind of comes back to us.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it your fault.”
“You honestly think that after hearing the truth?”
“I believe that you, your brothers, and your father are good men. Not perfect. Flawed for sure, but still good. I couldn’t be in love with you otherwise,” she confessed.
Moose’s rich amber eyes swirled in hers, and Inari leaned forward to plant a soft kiss against his lips. He tasted the sweetness from her margarita on her tongue and pulled her into him. Straddling him on the bed, she shuddered when his hands fell against her thighs.
“Be for real. You knew you loved me when you hopped out yo’ ride, cussing me out about Dane’s first tattoo.” Moose grabbed one of her boobs and gave it a squeeze.
“You ass!” Inari swatted his chest, and he sat up, both hands firmly cupping her ass.
“All this ass, shit.” His hands slid under her skirt, brushing across her smooth flesh and drawing goosebumps.
Moose’s dick was already waking up beneath her. His hands slid toward her warm mound, and he pressed his thumb across her bud in her satin panties. He could feel her leaking through the material, and now he wanted a taste. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against her neck, kissing her gently as her head rolled back, and her hands found the back of his head.
“Morgan, there is a whole party going on downstairs.” Inari moaned, eyes closing in bliss as his lips brushed over her skin.
“Mmm, hmm, and they can’t hear shit.” He pulled back and stole a kiss from her plump lips before nudging her off his lap and onto the bed.
Moose climbed over her, parting Inari’s legs with his muscular frame, and taking a bite of his bottom lip. Lifting her skirt, he yanked her panties down and pushed the skirt further up her waist once he slung them to the floor. Moose grabbed both legs and hooked them through his arms, pulling Inari to the edge of the bed where he had the perfect view of her glistening bud. The minute his tongue swirled her sweet pussy, she released a sexy moan.
Moose latched his mouth and used his tongue to circle her clit, applying pressure that drove Inari up a cliff. Her hand grasped at the sheets above her head. Leg quivering, she allowed Moose to devour her like a ripe peach until she gushed on his tongue. Her sticky honey coated his beard, and her legs locked his head in place between her legs. The room tilted. For all she knew, the earth had shattered beneath her; she came so fiercely.
“Shit! Morgan!” she panted as Moose stroked his dick, which he’d fished from his shorts as her essence leaked from his mouth.
Swiping his beard, he released her pussy and propped himself between her legs. Inari was so fucking beautiful to him. He grabbed both thighs, giving them a squeeze before gliding his dick along her wet slot. Inari sucked both lips in, anticipating his girth stretching her out again. When Moose pushed himself into her and touched bottom, a harmonized moan from them filled the room.
He rocked in and out of Inari with deep, intentional strokes, driving her to her peak with every thrust. Lifting one of her legs, he watched his dick glide in and out of her slick walls until hewas on the verge of explosion. Inari’s vise grip locked him in place, and the tip of his dick tingled as his seeds oozed out of him into her womb. Legs trembling, Inari’s arms locked around his neck, and they engaged in a warm, passionate kiss until Moose went limp against her soft body.
“I love you, Inari Jacobs.”
