He placed himself at my opening, not needing any more of an answer. The pressure of him sliding into my already swollen hole felt so painfully good. I tensed up as he pushed deeper.
“Can I nut in it?”
“Whatever you want.”
I was completely gone. I had no desire for a kid, but if Ramel truly wanted to cum in me, I wasn’t about to stop him. My head was so completely wrapped in this man; I would give him a hundred babies if he asked me.
Chapter
Twenty
Ramel
After finally getting Gina and me on the same page, Lacy was the next person I had to convince. I had to convince her to give up this shit like I’d been trying to do since the moment I walked out of our engagement party. Now that Gina knew I was serious about us, I needed Lacy to know I was serious, that I wanted nothing to do with her.
I didn’t want to take her on dates. I didn’t want to get to know her, because we had known each other our whole lives, and nothing had ever changed. If there wasn’t a spark between us by now, there would never be one.
After finally getting Gina to accept the car I bought her, I hopped in my truck and headed toward Lacy’s spot. I hadn’t seen her since she and my mama walked into my house unannounced, but I really needed to talk to her ass. She knew better than that. Even if my mama didn’t, she knew never to show up at my crib. I didn’t care who she had with her. Showing up at my house was a big sign of disrespect.
“Who is it?” I heard her soft voice through the door as I knocked.
“Open the fucking door.”
“I am coming, Ramel, damn.”
Lacy swung the door open so that we were face-to-face. I pushed my way in without even saying good morning. I was past pleasantries because this motherfucker was disregarding everything I was telling her. She had me fucked up.
“You know that shit you pulled the other day was fucked up, huh?”
“Coming to your house was not my idea, Ramel, so don’t even start with me. That was your mother’s idea.”
“And you thought it was cool to tag along instead of talking her out of it? You wanted to pop up just as much as she did, so don’t even lie.”
“Have you ever tried talking your mother out of something? You know when that lady got her mind made up, that’s just what it is. So I just followed her lead and came over.”
“Lacy, why you even continuing along with this shit? You don’t want me no more than I want you.”
“I never said I didn’t want you. Yes, I have a man, but I can also see a good life with you. Look, this situation is a win-win for me. If I don’t marry you, I get to marry my man. And if I do marry you, then I get to marry a good man. Either way, I’m happy.” She laughed as she made her way over to the sofa that sat in the middle of her living room. Crossing one leg over the other, she gave me a smug look like this shit was my problem alone. I couldn’t stand a dizzy bitch, and that was exactly what Lacy was. She had the potential to be so much more, but she just didn’t want to.
“Lacy, you laughing, but this is not a game. This is my life. I don’t take marriage lightly, and I want the woman that I marry to be the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with. You and I both know that ain’t you.”
“Damn, Ramel, you don’t have to keep shoving it in my face. I know you don’t want me. I know you’re not interested.”
“Let’s come up with a plan to put an end to this. How can we help our parents without us having to walk down the aisle?”
“They honestly don’t need us to make this thing work. My parents just want something that attaches them to your parents so that if this deal goes wrong in some way, we are still connected. We don’t have to be married for that to happen. We’ve been in each other’s lives our whole life. They are literally best friends. There’s nothing stronger than that. My dad just wants to know that his investment is guaranteed, and if he doesn’t trust your people to hold up their end of the bargain, they were never friends. All we have to do is get them to see that.”
“And I can depend on you to carry this through?”
“You can depend on me. If we’ve never been anything else, Ramel, we’ve always been friends.”
“Yeah, until you start trying to marry a nigga.”
“Boy, bye,” she said before playfully pushing my shoulder.
I was happy that we were finally coming to an agreement. Now, all we had to do was band together and show our parents that we were serious about not going through with this dumb ass plan. This shouldn’t have even been something we had to do as adults. We should have been able to make our own decisions and live our own lives, but coming from a family like ours, sometimes, that shit was hard to do.
Regina May wasthe finest woman I’d ever seen. She was dressed in an all-black dress with strappy heels that went up her legs. Her thighs were thick as hell, and her calves were set up just like any man would want to see. She was the epitome of a bad bitch.And if I were ever going to call a woman out of her name, this would be the time.
