Nova Solana Carter
It had been a couple of hours since we left the reunion, and we were back at the hotel, getting ready to head out to the club with some of my people from home. I was on cloud nine, no lie. My mama and granny both loved Ramirah, which had me feeling like I was on top of the world. Seeing them bond all night long took a weight off my shoulders I didn't even realize I was carrying.
"Mama, you almost ready?" I leaned in, kissing her neck while she sat at the desk, finishing up her makeup. She was talking to Nina, filling her in about what happened today— no surprise there.
"Five more minutes, baby," she replied, focused on her makeup, her voice soft.
And for once, she wasn't exaggerating. In exactly five minutes, she stood up, fully dressed and looking like the woman of my dreams. I couldn't help but smirk, taking her appearance in from head to toe. The way she always managed to make me want to undress her even after all this time... yeah, she was dangerous.
"Damn, baby, you look too good," I said, pulling her into a spin. She blushed, biting her lip the way she does when she's shy.
"Papaaa, stop," she giggled, lightly pushing me. "Thank you. You look good too."
♡
We headed to the club, and as soon as we pulled up, I called Reese to let him know we'd arrived. He told us to head up to the VIP section, so I kept Ramirah close, moving through the crowd. I know how she gets— her social anxiety hits her hard, especially sober and around a bunch of strangers.
As soon as we got up there, the vibes hit feeling like nostalgia, man. I hadn't seen some of these people in years, but the energy was the same like we never left.
"Y'all, this my girl, Ramirah," I introduced her, keeping it short and sweet. There were a couple of unfamiliar faces I didn't even feel like acknowledging, especially one I had hoped to never see again.
"Wassup, I'm Reese, that's Ty, Shay, Mikey, Amber, Paris, and Keya," Reese introduced the crew, and Ramirah nodded, giving a polite wave. I pulled her towards me, setting her down on my lap while she skimmed the drink menu, clearly feeling her nerves.
I rubbed her waist softly, keeping one ear on the conversation and one eye on her. The waitress came back, and she ordered a lemon drop and hookah before getting lost in her phone. Probably texting Nina.
"So, man, what you been up to?" Ty asked, leaning forward. "Feels like it's been forever."
I laughed, nodding in agreement. "Man, just chillin. School, running my clothing line, making money, spending time with my woman. Nothing too crazy. Y'all gotta come down to visit though, forreal."
"Hell yeah, we do," Mikey added, laughing. "I need me a baconeggncheese, man!"
We all laughed, and I leaned down to whisper in Ramirah's ear. "You alright, mama?" I asked, my hand still rubbing her waist.
She nodded, smoking her hookah. "Yeah, I'm good."
Amber, being the life of the party as usual, shouted, "Alright, enough of this chillin. We got three bottles on the way, so I hope y'all ready to get fucked up!"
"Ah, hell nah," Reese groaned, but we all knew what time it was.
Right on cue, the bottle girls came out, lights flashing, with three bottles of Don Julio Reposado and mixers. The night was about to get wild.
"So on some real shit, Solana, I didn't think I'd ever see you back here," Keya suddenly said, her tone carrying a weight that I didn't need tonight. Ramirah's head snapped in her direction, eyes shooting daggers. If looks could kill.
"What she say?" Ramirah asked, drunk but dead serious.
"Keya, don't start that," Ty warned, but Keya smirked, clearly trying to get under my skin. I ignored her, pouring us another shot.
"Mama, chill," I whispered, leaning into Ramirah, kissing her neck. "I didn't know she'd be here."
"You lucky we in public," she muttered, gripping my chin. "I'd fuck you up right here."
"Or," I teased, "you could just fuck me instead."
"Mamaaaa," I laughed, kissing her cheek when she mushed my face in that way she does when she's annoyed. "Chill."
Amber poured us another round, and soon enough, Paris, who was always bold as hell, snatched Ramirah up to dance with her. I didn't mind it too much, it was playful, and I had a front row seat to it. But when Paris had her bent over, hands starting to roam, I gave Ramirah a knowing look. She caught it quick and made her way back to me laughing.
"Jealous ass," Paris joked, and I smirked shaking my head.
"I let you have your fun. But you was getting too carried away with my woman. I'm too tender about mine."
"I know that's right!" Amber snapped, making everyone laugh.
Keya, on the other hand, wasn't laughing. "Y'all corny as hell," she spat, and I could feel the tension rising in Ramirah.
"Problem?" Ramirah stood up, and I quickly pulled her back onto my lap.
"Baby, ignore her," I said softly, rubbing her thigh. "I'm here with you."
Ramirah took another shot, then leaned in to kiss me, soft and slow— knowing exactly what she was doing. "Gimme a kiss," she whispered, her lips brushing mine before pulling me in deeper.
"Ramirah, you really cool as hell," Amber said, nodding in approval.
"Period!" Ramirah laughed, making me shake my head. My baby was always making friends.
As the night went on, I invited them all to my mama's brunch the next day, except Keya. She had to stay home with all that negative energy.
By the time we got back to the hotel, Ramirah was exhausted. "Papaaa, my feet hurt. Carry me," she whined, and I scooped her up with a laugh, carrying her up to our room.
♡
After a hot shower, we slipped into bed, both of us ready to knock out. Or so I thought. That is, until I felt her hands between my legs, her tongue fucking me until my body couldn't take it anymore.
"Damn, girl," I moaned, lost in the rhythm of her fingers and tongue. "I thought you were sleep."
She smirked, coming up for a kiss. "We can sleep now. I just wanted to taste you."
"I love you," I whispered, still catching my breath.
"I love you too," she said softly, her voice wrapping around me like my favorite blanket.
