Page 27 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
Ranson takes a bite of beef shank then takes a sip of wine.
“Got it. So, tell me, how did you ladies meet?”
They all look at each other and chuckle. Lyric speaks first. “Aimee and I were college roommates, and one day, we ran intothat sweet young woman over there.” Lyric points at Suchi. “She had just been dumped by her piece of shit boyfriend, and she was crying. Aimee and I sat by her and asked her to come with us. We took her to the all-night diner we were heading to and let her talk it out. By the end of the night, we were all friends.”
“That’s beautiful. And how did Bridget join the crew?”
“That’s actually a crazy story,” Lyric says.
Aimee giggles. “A few weeks later, we were all having dinner at a local bar. Lyric is a sports nut, and some football game was playing, and she just had to watch it.”
“It was the Warriors vs. the Eagles. It was important!” Lyric argues.
“My dad took me and my brothers to that game. We had a whole a sky box to ourselves.” Ranson forks some meat and polenta.
“Ugh, we get it. You have money.” Bridget pours herself some more wine.
“Yep, so much money.” He pushes his chest out and winks at Bridget.
She rolls her eyes and waves him off, making Ranson tilt his head back and laughs.
Bridget continues the story. “Anyway, I was on the most horrific date in the history of dating. I’m talking about a whole list of loser qualities. First, he forgot his wallet, and then he actually accepted a call during the date and stayed on the phone for twenty minutes. Then, after all that, he had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to go home with him. I, of course, said no, and he didn’t like hearing that. He called me out my name, and I threw my drink in his face. Next thing you know, he’s standing and shouting at me.”
“Shit, what happened next?” Ranson dabs his mouth with his napkin.
“Me, Suchi and Lyric quickly realized what was about to happen, so we all stepped in and got in between him and Bridget. Dude saw that four women were ready to fight him, called us all crazy bitches and bounced.” Aimee takes a sip of wine.
“That dude was the only bitch.” Ranson shakes his head.
“Here, here,” Briget agrees.
Ranson raises his glass. “A toast to you, ladies. Here’s to meeting and getting to know four beautiful, intelligent Black women. You all truly are the blueprint.”
“I like him, Ric,” Bridget says.
“Yeah, I do too.” Lyric smiles at Ranson.
He smiles back.
This has been one of the most fun nights he’s had in a long time. The more time he spends with Lyric, the more he doesn’t want his time with her to end.
Hours later,Ranson stands by the front door with Lyric. Tonight was so much fun, and as much as he wants to stay, he doesn’t want to take any more of Lyric’s time and space.
“Good night, Lyric.” Ranson stares down at her.
Lyric, in turn, stares back at him. “Good night, Ranson.”
He leans down and kisses her. She kisses him back; this time, she licks his lips before pressing her lips against his. Lyric is at least five foot nine, and at six foot two, Ranson doesn’t have to bend that much to kiss her. Their tongues touch, and he tastes wine and the strawberry sorbet they had for dessert. His hands make their way to Lyric’s ass as he moans into her mouth. Her leg lifts and wraps around Ranson’s hip. He lifts her other leg, wrapping both around him as he holds her up by her ass. His lips move down to her neck, as he bucks his hips forward. Shefollows suit and bucks her hips, matching his rhythm. Their lips reconnect while they dry hump against the door.
“Shit,” Ranson grunts.
He squeezes her ass, which makes Lyric thrust faster. He speeds up to match her.
“Oh, fuck!” She bites his ear lobe.
The friction becomes too much. His face is buried in her neck as he unloads in his pants. “Argh!” he growls.
His hand snakes its way into her sweats and between her legs. He rubs her swollen clit through her panties.
