Chapter 27
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
Gina
Things were still awkward between Ramel and me. I didn’t go to Nissa’s house the next morning, but I did put him out of his own bedroom. He had been sleeping in the living room on the couch for two nights. I tossed and turned for the second night, barely getting any sleep.
Sleeping alone that first night showed me just how attached to my man I was.
I couldn’t even fall asleep without being in his arms. The little in-home separation was hurting me more than it was hurting him.
Essentially, I was the only one being punished because Ramel seemed not to mind the couch at all.
I pulled myself from the bed and headed toward the living room. I hated how needy I was, but I wanted to feel my man’s skin against mine. More than that, I wanted to be wrapped in his arms so I could finally sleep peacefully again.
Ramel didn’t even flinch when I slipped onto the couch with him. There were no questions asked as he willingly opened his arms for me to crawl further into. I was happy to know he craved me just as much as I craved him.
“I miss you,” he said before kissing my forehead and then my lips.
“I miss you too.”
“You don’t have to miss me, Gina. I’ll always be wherever you want me to be.”
Ramel pulled my lips to his once again, and I couldn’t wait to give them to him.
I missed his lips on mine so badly that it was all I could think about.
Being mad at Ramel was hard on me because he truly had become my best friend.
Not being able to talk to the one person you wanted to talk to more than anything in the world would always be a different kind of pain.
It was a kind of pain that I no longer wanted to put myself through. I needed to end my own suffering.
“Can we go back to the bed now?”
“You the one put a nigga out.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. I know how you feel about the people you love leaving you, and I hate that I made you feel like that’s what I was trying to do. Just so we are clear, Gina; I don’t see a life for me that doesn’t have you in it. Any plans I make from here on out will always include you.”
“You know. I’ve been thinking about not even going on tour,” I said, looking more at the ground than at Ramel.
I didn’t want to admit I was scared to go on such a big tour.
“I don’t think I’m ready, if I’m being honest. Maybe my mother only offered it to me because I’m her daughter, and that’s not how I want to make a name for myself. ”
“Nah. Don’t even think like that.” Ramel picked my head up so we were looking eye to eye.
“Your mother called you for this tour because you showed her what I already knew. You showed her how fucking valuable you are. The video we uploaded has over three million views and counting right now. That is the type of publicity you can’t even buy a brand-new artist with. You bring your own hype, baby.”
“You think so?” I asked, needing all the validation I could get.
“I know so, and I want you to know it too. Tell me you know it.”
“I know it.” I smiled up at him. “But what about us? Are you good with this tour? Are we going to make it through this?”
“We can make it through anything as long as we do it together.”
“Okay, I will call her back in the morning and tell her it’s a go.” I cheesed. “I can’t believe I’m going on tour.” I shrieked.
“And this is just the first of many.”
This time, when he kissed me, Ramel scooped me up in his arms and carried me toward the room. My legs were wrapped around his waist with my middle pressed against his stomach. I could feel my ass resting on his already hardened dick. Oh, how I missed that feeling.
Ramel seemed to make it to the bed in less than two steps. He flung my body onto the pillows effortlessly before spreading my legs to make his way in between, headfirst.
“I even missed your fucking smell.” Ramel took in a deep breath before closing his eyes as if he was completely focused on savoring the scent.
“I missed your kisses.”
As soon as I said that, Ramel wrapped his lips around my middle, kissing it softly in all the right places.
He let his tongue flick at my clit, causing pressure to build between my legs instantly.
It didn’t take much for him to summon an orgasm as if my body only responded to him.
My body quaked underneath him as he held me in place so I couldn’t run.
“Ramel, please.”
“Please, what?” Ramel looked up at me from between my legs with lust-filled eyes. “Tell me you ready for this dick.”
“I want it.”
I didn’t even get the words all the way out of my mouth before Ramel was sliding into my walls. It was a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain that I didn’t mind drowning in. The way he gripped me closer as he pounded in and out beckoned another orgasm.