by J Peach
Once we got to the dance floor, Krystal started dancing. Her hands held my thighs as she pressed into me, grinding and rolling her hips. Glancing back at me, she started laughing.
“That shit ain’t funny, keep on I’ma be in yo throat.” I was hard as hell and Krystal felt that, but she wanted to play.
She bent over and started shaking her ass from one side to the other before grinding. Putting my beer to my lips, I tossed it back as King walked over, a blunt in his hand, passing it to me.
“Ain’t that ol’ girl from earlier?” He asked, with a head nod towards the bar.
I glanced behind me and sure enough there was Macy looking my way already. Waving, she beckoned me over as I did the same to her. When she got up, I didn’t say shit to Krystal, I just left her.
“What’s up Kitty? Why you watching me so damn hard fah?”
She laughed. “I’m not working, so it’s just Macy and I wasn’t watching you, I was looking around the club. My eyes just so happened to land on you,” she smiled, took the beer from my hand and drank from it.
“That’s how you do it, huh?” I licked my lips.
Nodding, she took another drink before handing it back to me. “Thanks for the drink.” Before I could say anything else she was walking back towards the bar.
Impressed, I was. I should’ve walked away and just left her ass alone, but something just wasn’t right. Once I started thinking, I realized things were off. Us running into one another again within an hour or two from originally seeing each other was suspicious. I wasn’t big on coincidences and I had a feeling this wasn’t one.
“B, how you gon’ leave me like that? You got me out there looking stupid as hell dancing by myself,” Krystal was saying.
“Hold up right quick,” I told her before making my way towards the bar. Once she saw me coming, Macy turned my way and leaned against the bar.
“Now who’s following who?” She raised a brow before she turned back around and grabbed a glass. “Here, Hennessey, right?”
“What’s yo story?” I asked and she gave me a confused look.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she explained before grabbing a martini glass.
“I mean, you ain’t tryna fuck and you apparently don’t need money. Most mothafuckas don’t halfway cling around a nigga unless they want something. You don’t seem to want shit, but you closely clinging, you know. That makes me think meeting me up at the strip joint wasn’t random, but planned,” I trailed off, letting what I said float around in her head.
“I didn’t plan to meet you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Its pure coincidence, but you can think what you want. As for the money, I do need it. I just didn’t want to take yours, especially if you were expecting to get something in the end. I’m not that type of girl nor do I just fuck anything with a dick,” Macy explained, but she seemed nervous.
“Mm, is that so?” I pulled her hair from its clip and ran my fingers though it before tracing my fingers down to the chain around her neck. Doing so had her quickly grabbing my wrist which I kind of expected. My eyes locked with hers and I smiled.
Her grip tightened on my wrist and her hand slightly shook. “Why so nervous?” Her mouth opened, but before she could say anything my name was yelled from my right as there was a tap on my left shoulder. Macy’s eyes went to my left and she let out shaky, but relaxed breath.
“You’re the girlfriend, right?” Macy said, quickly letting my wrist go, but her saying that caused me to look to my side.
This bitch ain’t even know Peaches just saved her life. Then again, maybe she did. “Yeah, this is my girl.” I pulled Peaches into my side, but didn’t move back from Macy. I wanted to slap the fuck outda that bitch because her ass wasn’t right. First thing popped into my head when I noticed was cop. I done talked to this bitch and I ain’t know if she was wired or had a camera on her or not. So I was gon’ play it cool.
“So you know who I am. Who are you?” Peaches asked, looking at me and back to Macy.
“That’s my other girlfriend that I told you about,” I told her and Peaches hit me. “I’m bullshittin’. I met her earlier tonight, she was tryna get at me, but I told her I had a girl that would beat her ass. But she ain’t care, see,” I pulled the money out of my pocket and showed it to her.
“He told you he got a girl and you still tried to get with him? See, I hate bitches—” Peaches started to snap and walked into Macy’s face, muffing the shit outda her. I swear, I heard that bitch neck snap as her head damn near hit the bar with how hard Peaches muffed her ass.
I knew what I was doing was messy as hell, but still.
“Keep your damn hands off of me. I only gave him my number after he asked me to suck his dick,” she stated matter of factly, with a slight smirk. But it quickly faded as I started laughing at her ass.
She would say that shit wouldn’t she. When Peaches looked at me, I held my hands up and shook my head.
“Bae, I told her ass I was just playing. King was sitting next to me at the strip joint talking ‘bout I was with you and saying he was gon’ beat my ass because I was looking. I was fuckin’ with her ass to get to King, which I told her. Get the fuck outda here with that shit,” I told Peaches. “Boss, tho, I think her ass followed me here, no bullshit.” Both Peaches and I looked back to the bar, but Macy ass was gone. How the fuck I miss her ass leaving? She got ghost quick as hell. I was gon’ catch her ass. Turning back towards Peaches, I wrapped my arms around her waist. “You believe me?”
“No. Why the hell you was so close to that bitch?” She asked.
“I was about to slap her ass, I think she police who was tryna get in. She was too damn nice about the shit I was saying. And she called me cute, if you working at a strip joint I’ma be sexy, fine, some shit like that. But this chick gon’ call me cute. Damn, if I wasn’t distracted by her big ass booty, I would’ve caught that shit sooner. This yo damn fault.” Peaches playfully slapped me, but that shit was pretty damn hard.
“You stupid, but you gon’ make me fuck you up for looking at these bitches asses.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “How is yo distraction my fault?”
My hand slid down to her ass and squeezed. “Do I really need to answer that, with yo stingy ass.”
Smiling, she nodded while lifting up on her tips to press her lips to mine. “Why you never came back to the house? I waited until ten thirty for you.” She ran one hand down my chest. “I missed you, I was hoping we could’ve did something when you got there. Then we could’ve did a little more in the shower. Then a little more before I left with the girls.”
“Peaches, don’t tell me that—”
“Bae, I’m serious. Two days without yo sex, I can’t do it. I’ve been feeling so sex starved since last night,” she whined, making me laugh. “Bae, don’t laugh, I’m serious.” Grabbing the back of my neck, she brought my head down and her mouth to my ear. “My pussy just been contracting since you left me earlier and my nipples been aching. See,” taking my hand, Peaches slid one into her dress. Sure enough, her nipples were hard, causing my dick to swell more.
Pulling my hand from her breast, she wrapped her arms around my neck as she made this sexy, pouty face. “I even waited thirty minutes for you, hoping to get a quickie in. But you didn’t show. So what took you so long?” She asked again as her tongue traced the rim of my bottom lip before kissing me.
“Blaze, why you keep— Oh, um… Hey.”
Fuck! Damn this bitch just had to pop up now. Krystal stood there looking from me to Peaches.
Chapter 26
Blaze
“Are you fucking serious, Blaze?” Her hand went back then came forward, slapping the fuck outda my ass. “Then this bitch gon’ say hey, get the fuck off of me.” Pushing me back, Peaches jumped for Krystal, but I quickly grabbed a hold of her.
“Bae, calm the fuck down. It ain’t even like that, damn.”
Peaches’ ass was pissed and wasn’t tryna hear shit I was saying. “Let me the fuc
k go!” She yelled, whacking my ass again across the head hard as fuck. She was beyond pissed.
Fuck!
“Peaches, man, chill the fuck out.” Picking her up, I carried her out the bar. Once outside, I started looking for the Suburban until I remembered the blue Navigator. Taking Peaches to it, I roughly pushed her ass against the truck.
“Let me the—”
“Shut the fuck up! You done busted my damn lip, I should knock yo ass out,” I snapped at her and she stole on my ass again.
“Fuck you, Blaze. You gon’ play me and be up here with that bitch, fo’real?”
“Would you shut the fuck up and listen, damn. I ain’t been with that fuckin’ girl since earlier. We just met up about hour ago when she called. If you check yo fuckin’ phone, I tried calling yo dumbass when King and I got up here. I called you ‘bout ten times. I’ve been with King’s ass, that’s why I was late coming to the crib. I had to handle some shit with him, damn. I’m sick of this shit. It’s always something with yo ass, boss.” I had no right to snap at her when it was my fault she was flipping out.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You the one that stood me up! I didn’t get so much as a fuckin’ call saying you wasn’t even going to show. So how is it always something with me? It’s you!” She screamed at me.
Before I could reply, Krystal’s dumbass started calling me.
“Blaze, come get King before he kill this damn dude!” Krystal yelled from the door.
“Shit—” Peaches cussed from behind me as we ran back into the club. When we made it inside, King had dude from earlier on a table, beating his ass.
“Man, I should slap the fuck outda you, calling me fah this shit. I ain’t got shit to do with that.” King was beating the shit outda that Cornell nigga.
“Blaze, stop him!” Peaches said, pushing me.
“Why? So he can beat my ass too. No thanks.” Grabbing the blunt from my hat, I lit it. Inhaling once then twice, I held the smoke in my mouth for a few seconds then blew it out.
A big dude soon came towards King and I quickly got up. Before he could touch him, I stole on his ass.
“This ain’t got shit to do with you, so go sit the fuck down somewhere.” Dude was out so I didn’t have to worry about him doing shit.
“Blaze, King, stop! Oh, my god. Blaze, please get him!” Peaches said before going up with her big mouth friend and tryna pull King off dude.
“Get the fuck off of me!” King snapped, jerking away from both they asses and turning to ol’ girl, snatching her ass up. “Fuck you think you doing Ebony, huh? And with this mothafucka?”
“King, let me go. It’s not like that, we’re just friends—” She tried to explain and I started laughing because I was just saying that shit to Peaches ass.
“So you kissing yo friends now? You think I’m fuckin’ stupid? This why you ain’t been answering yo phone? Because of this bitch ass nigga, huh?” Letting her go, King picked up a beer bottle and broke it across dude’s face. “Is this the type of nigga you want, Ebony? Huh?”
“No, King, I don’t. Can we please go somewhere and talk about this? Please?” Ebony pleaded, looking helpless and scared.
“King, chill the fuck out, yo,” I told him.
“Fuck you, B. I got this.”
Hitting the blunt again, I put it out. “Man, lets go. Dude done called the laws already.” I pushed him away from them and he pushed me back.
“Fuck that, I’m ‘bout beat his ass again then beat her dumb ass. Fuck she thinks this is? Ebony, yo ass already know. So why fuck with me, huh? B, get the fuck off me, man.” King was pissed, but shid, if it was me, I’d be the same way, no doubt about it.
Niggas don’t know they be fuckin’ with death when they go for the main. Shid, that’s wifey. You stay the fuck away from them, especially with the ones that’s been with the nigga since teen years, shit serious.
“King, dude out, we’ll catch his ass later. Take yo chick to the crib and handle her ass,” I said, grabbing ol’ girl’s arm and pushing her into him. “Take his ass home, gon’.”
“Get yo ass off me,” King snapped, pushing her off of him and making me laugh. Peaches hit me.
“Get his ass outda here, fuck you just standing there fah?” Ol’ girl rolled her eyes before grabbing King. She wasn’t stupid enough to try and snap at him because it would’ve only made shit worse. King’s ass wasn’t wrapped too tight.
Once they left the club, Peaches let out a breath.
“This shit is crazy. Blaze, help me get him up,” Peaches said.
“You out yo gotdamn mind. I ain’t touching that mothafucka, leave his ass there. Fuck I look like?” Smacking her lips, she bent down to help him up, but I pulled her back. “Fuck you doing? Don’t touch his ass, let that mothafucka rest,” I laughed as Krystal tapped my shoulder. “What’s up?”
“I’m about to go, this is just too much for one night. So I’ll see you later?”
“Hell n’all, bitch, you ain’t. Get yo lonely ass the fuck on—” Peaches walked up to Krystal, putting her hand in her face and muffing her head back. Grabbing Peaches, I pulled her back.
Peaches once again bucked at Krystal, surprising the fuck outda me because she wasn’t the one to pop slick.
“Peaches, chill the fuck out man, damn. Don’t go starting that shit.” Being cool with Krystal wasn’t even gon’ work.
“Fuck that—”
“I’ight, Krystal, man. Get up outda here.” Waving, she turned and walked away. “Why yo ass always gotda act stupid about shit? That damn girl ain’t said shit to you, man. Krystal know what’s up, she ain’t even on that bullshit no mo.”
“What? So you want me to be cool about you being friends with that bitch knowing she used to suck yo dick. You want me to be cool with that? Huh, Blaze?” She snapped.
Man, I wasn’t about to do that shit with her. The conversation from earlier with my moms came back to mind.
“Peach, I don’t want you to do shit, i’ight. I’m about to go, I’ll catch you later.” I was getting tired of fighting with her dumbass.
“I rode with Ebony, my car’s at yours.”
“I’ight, come on.” We left the club and went to the royal blue truck.
Peaches stopped me from opening the door. “Blaze, what are you doing? This not yo truck.”
“That’s what I was tryna tell yo dumbass when we was out here earlier, but you don’t fuckin’ listen, so don’t worry about it.” I opened the door and got in.
Peaches climbed in with me, sitting on my lap. “Whether you take what I say serious or not, I’ma say it anyways. I don’t like the idea of you hanging with that girl. Bae, if you wanna be with her then do so. Don’t be with me if you’re going to be messing around with her. You probably ain’t fuckin’ her, but letting that bitch suck yo dick. If you’re letting her do that then you’re not committed to being with me. So…” She shrugged, letting out a breath as she ran a hand though her hair.
“So what?” I asked, not liking the way this conversation was going.
“I think we jumped into this too fast, Blaze. You have priorities that’s important to you, just like I do. But the difference between you and me is that I put mine on hold for you which you can’t seem to do. I’m not stupid, Blaze, and I know when you’re lying to me and when you’re not. Bae, that’s how much I pay attention to you. And a relationship with me right now isn’t what you need—”
I was about to interrupt her, but she stopped me.
“Let me finish. Being with me is probably what you want, but it’s not what you need right now. If you can’t stop letting bitches suck your dick then it’s not, Blaze.” She let out another breath, looked out the window and back to me. “Maybe…” she cleared her throat. “Maybe we should just take a break until you figure out what you really want because it’s obviously not just me.”
Thinking of saying those words was different than actually having it being said out loud. No doubt I was thinking of saying them to her, but
when she said it, I ain’t like that shit. I wanted to yell, hell, choke the shit out her ass. But the sensible, more reasonable side of me knew she was right. Even so, I didn’t wanna lose her nor did I want to hurt her.
I was fuck’d either way.
Leaning my head back against the seat, I looked away from Peaches to the roof of the truck.
“I don’t like this, but I get it, tho. Just know you ain’t never came second to no bitch and I ain’t fuck’d nobody beside you—”
“But they sucked you’re dick?” She asked.
“Only Krystal sucked my dick. Peaches, this don’t mean go disappearing on a nigga like you did last time. And this don’t mean you can start fuckin’ with other mothafuckas either. We ain’t broke up or whatever, we just… Shid, I don’t know. We still together, you just gon’ be at yo crib twice out the week and I ain’t gon’ be driving yo ass to work on them days—” Peaches started laughing, cutting me off. “I’m serious as fuck, man.”
“That’s why I’m laughing. There’s no sleep overs, Blaze. What would be the point in taking a break? You need time to figure out what you want and I’m giving you that. I don’t wanna get hurt. You lying to me does that. I should’ve just cut the both of you, but what would that have solved? You probably would’ve had the bitch sucking your dick after I did it, so there wasn’t a point.”
“Fuck you, man. It ain’t even like that—”
“So the bitch didn’t suck yo dick earlier?” Letting out a breath, my hand rubbed the back of my head and she hit me. “That’s what I thought, Blaze.”
“She did, that’s the only thing that happened, tho.” Peaches just rolled her eyes as her head shook. “Peach—”
“N’all, its cool, Blaze. Don’t even… Don’t, okay. But you couldn’t wait until we were really in a relationship to do this shit? Damn, guess it’s good I found out now. Huh?” Shrugging, she climbed into the passenger seat and put on her seat belt.