A Dangerous Love 7: Smiling Faces Hide Lies

by J Peach

  “B—”

  “Here with yo begging ass!” He gave me the cup with just a little bit in there. “Yo ass bet not say shit, drink it.”

  “Don’t talk to me like that with yo black ass.” I laughed before drinking the rest of his Sprite. “I hope you ain’t been doing nothing with your mouth.”

  “Ain’t that some shit. You gon’ think about it after you done drunk it. Shid, yo ass done tasted whose ever coochie I had in my mouth this morning.” He licked his lips and rubbed his chin. “Might as well kiss me now. Come here.” Blaze leaned into me.

  “Yo ass is so childish. Let me find out you been eating some chick’s box, we gon’ fight. I don’t care if we’re together or not. We eat and drink behind each other. I ain’t got time for that.” I was so serious about every word that left my mouth.

  Blaze’s brow raised before he broke out laughing. “Shut the fuck up. I ain’t worried about yo short ass. You know I ain’t ate no chick’s box. But shid, I should start because you ain’t trying spread yo legs and let me eat—”

  “Why momma gotda open her legs for you to eat?” Blake asked his dad as he sat on the floor by our feet.

  My mouth opened and closed trying to think of what to say. “Umm, I have to go to the bathroom.” I hopped up so fast and left out of the room.

  I swear sometimes Blaze could be reckless with the mess he said. He never thought about who was around and what could be overheard. My face was so hot from embarrassment.

  Once I made it to the bathroom, I closed the door and leaned against the counter. I looked in the mirror at myself and started laughing. “That damn man, I swear.” My head shook as I went to use the restroom.

  I was in the middle of washing my hands when the bathroom door opened.

  Blaze walked in. His eyes were slanted as his lips stretched into a little smirk.

  Before he could say anything, my head was shaking. “No, get out. We’re at your momma’s house. Blaze, gon’ now. Stop looking at me.”

  “I can’t stare at you now? Why not?” he asked, leaning against the door.

  “Because I know you—”

  “What you know?” Blaze pushed off of the door and locked it. He walked toward me. “You know I missed you, is that what you know?” He walked me into the counter and leaned into me.

  I bit my bottom lip trying to hide the stupid smile that caused my lips to quiver. But I couldn’t deny him or lie to myself. I had missed him. “I’ve missed you, too. I’m not going to lie but we’re not going there.”

  Blaze let out a laugh. “Psst, we going there. You brought it here when yo ass decided to take my watch and give it to our son. Baby girl, you gotda pay for that and I don’t want yo money.” He licked his lips before rubbing a hand over his mouth then down his chin.

  No he wasn’t. “Are you serious right now?”

  He nodded his head.

  I laughed. “You can’t do that. You owed him and you know that! But to try to make me have sex with you because of your bet, Blaze, that’s messed up. What the hell kind of bargain is that? Man, bye.” I couldn’t take him serious right now.

  “Baby, ain’t no bargain. You jumped in something that had nothing to do with you.” Again he licked his lips as his finger hooked the inside of my jeans. He rubbed the button before undoing it.

  My eyes moved to his hand, watching as his thumb and index fingers pulled my zipper down. “Come on, Peach, stop playing. You know you want it, I can tell. So let me play with her.” His hand slid into the front of my pants.

  “You get on my nerves, Blaze. We can’t do it in here.” Once those words left my mouth, he was pushing my jeans and panties down my hips. “B, we can’t. Let’s go to the truck.” I knew my mouth, there was no way I could be quiet and it had been a while for me.

  Even with my thoughts and my semi resistance, my hands had a mind of their own. My fingers made quick work with his button and zipper. “Blaze, we can’t be long and you gotda be quiet.” I told him as I kicked off my gym shoes to pull my jeans off.

  His movement stopped. “I gotda be quiet? Really?” He reached on the side of me and grabbed a hand towel from the rack. “Here just bit on this when you get loud.”

  Grabbing the towel, I hit him with it and laughed. “You are such a fuckin’ asshole.”

  Blaze sat me on the counter, stepping between my legs. He pulled my shirt off and dropped it to the floor. He freed my breast then cupped my titties in his palms, bringing them to his mouth.

  My lips parted as he sucked on my right nipple and then the left, making them erect. My back arched, pushing my breasts more into him.

  He pulled back. “But you love me, though.”

  My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled up on him. A smile stretched across my lips. I couldn’t deny it and he knew that. My smiling lips pressed against his as my hand grabbed his soldier, placing him to my opening. “I do. I love you.”

  Blaze’s lips covered mine as he pushed inside of me.

  We both let out a moan/groan as we met each other’s movement. Blaze’s hips thrust forward and I came down.

  I pulled our lips apart and buried my head into the side of his neck. My mouth opened and my teeth gripped his skin in order to muffle my sounds.

  “Damn, Peach.” His grip tightened and his pelvis moved faster against mine.

  “Ahh! Ahh! Ooh, ooh! Mmm!” I moaned as my nails dug into the nape of his neck. “Sss! Ooh, shit, Blaze.”

  His hand held my ass in a vice grip. Blaze stopped my movement as his hips smacked into mine.

  Trying to keep quiet was no longer an option as my head went back. My lips parted. “Ooh! Oh, my God!” I moaned loudly as he grunted.

  Blaze laid me sideways on the countertop, he placed my left leg on his shoulder and began to pound harder into my body.

  “Ooh, shit, baby! I’m about to cum. Shit, harder baby.” I grabbed his hip, letting my nails bite into his skin.

  “Let that shit go.” He pumped faster as his fingers came to my clit. He pinched then rubbed my pearl. Blaze leaned into me as he grasped the side of my neck, pulling me up. His lips came to mine, he sucked on my top then bottom lip before his tongue slid through my parts lips. “Damn, bae, I missed the fuck outda you.” Blaze mumbled against my mouth.

  I’ve learned a long time ago not to take offense whenever he said he missed me while we were having sex. It’s was his own way of expressing his feelings both sexually and emotionally. Besides at this moment, I didn’t care which way he meant it. My body had desperately missed his. The way my inner muscles gripped and sucked on him as well as my loud moans told that much.

  “Ma!” Blake’s loud voice could be heard from the hallway.

  “Shit!” my hand went to Blaze’s pelvis. I was about to push him away.

  “Oh no the fuck you don’t,” Blaze told me and I glared at him but my face soon dropped against the counter as he rolled his hips into mine. He pulled out only to push back in, going deeper.

  I tightened my pussy muscles on his dick. I could tell from the way his nails dug into my thigh and his frantic thrusting he was about to nut.

  Blaze’s pace slowed down and he tapped on my mound. “Bae, let up.”

  “Momma! Dad!” Blake yelled, sounding like he was a few doors down.

  “I swear that’s a cock blocking little mothafucka,” Blaze grunted before he took the hand towel and brought it to my lips. “Bite on this.”

  I looked at him like he was crazy. I didn’t know if that damn towel was used or not. When I pushed the towel from my face, he sat it down and rolled me on my back. He placed my thighs on his forearms and folded my arms together, gripping them both he lifted me up.

  His thrusting started as did my bounce. Blaze brought me down to meet his pushing hips.

  “Ahh, ahh, ahh! Oh, my God!”

  “Peach, shut up,” Blaze’s hips moved faster.

  I now regretted not biting down on the damn towel.

  Blaze’s thrusts once again became frant
ic as my muscles locked on him. My body shook and I came with a loud moan. Blaze followed after three powerful, frantic pumps he came with a grunt as he held me to him, filling me with his fluid.

  “Damn,” Blaze mumbled. He let my legs go and leaned against me, pressing me onto the countertop. His lips soon found mine and my arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him back.

  We both moaned into the kiss and Blaze pushed his hips more into me and I felt him twitch.

  I pulled back to look at him. “No, get out.” I laughed.

  Blaze joined me as he finally pulled out. “If it wasn’t for Blake, I wouldn’t have stopped.” His expression was serious. I knew he was telling the truth. He pulled up his pants and fixed himself into his jeans.

  “Me either,” I told him truthfully as I went to the toilet, trying to pee. Only a few drops dripped out and I silently cussed. Damn, fuckin’ with Blaze ass. I didn’t think to use a condom, that was the last thing on my mind. With a sigh, I got off of the toilet.

  “Come here,” Blaze beckoned me to him. With a warm towel, his hand came between my legs.

  My cheeks immediately went hot. I would never get used to that Blaze no matter how much time went by.

  “Peach, don’t be taking no damn pills, man. I wasn’t thinking ‘bout a condom either or pulling out. If it happens it does.” He lowered his head to level his eyes with mine.

  My thoughts quickly reverted back to what happened five years ago with my first pregnancy.

  “Peaches,” Blaze touched my chin.

  I mentally shook my head from wondering further into the events that led up to my miscarriage. “I hear you. Blaze, you know I wouldn’t do that.” I mumbled, fixing my bra and pulling on my shirt before I pulled on my panties and jeans. Once I finished, I quickly washed my hands.

  Blaze’s front soon pushed against my back as his hands went to the counter. My eyes rolled and I bit into my lower lip to suppress my smile.

  “What you smiling about?” he asked as he pulled the tie from my hair.

  “I’m not smiling.” I glanced at him through the mirror and laughed. “Whatever, man.” I turned around to face him. My arms wrapped around his waist.

  “What you thinkin’ about?” His fingers ran through my hair.

  My shoulders shrugged and he let out a heavy breath.

  “Peach, don’t do that. Baby girl, we’re past all that hiding shit. So tell me what’s up?”

  He was right, we were past keeping secrets but with sudden thoughts of my miscarriage, I didn’t want him to think I was living in the past.

  “The miscarriage is what I was thinking about. I don’t know if I’m ready, if we’re ready. I mean we aren’t even together for one and you were just telling me about this chick you’re seeing. This is so backwards, B.” My hands slid into his back pockets.

  Blaze’s free arm wrapped around my waist and he lifted me up and place me on the counter. The hand in my hair tightened and he pulled my head back. His lips pressed into mine.

  That giddiness filled the pit of my stomach and my lips stretched into a smile as I kissed him back.

  He pulled back from the kiss. “You ain’t got to worry about shit, I got you, Peaches, so don’t even start rethinking about that. As I told you then, it wasn’t our time. We don’t even know the outcome of this right now, so we shouldn’t be worrying about you being pregnant—” Blaze stopped talking as the door burst open.

  “You’re pregnant?” A look of shock covered my baby’s face before disappointment graced Blake’s handsome face.

  “Baby no—” I started to explain myself, but Blaze cut me off.

  “Did yo ass knock on that gotdamn door?” Blaze’s face contorted into a mean glare as he started at Blake.

  “I was looking for Momma—”

  Blaze cut him off. “I know I locked that damn door.” A puzzled look covered his face.

  When he said that, I was sure my expression mirrored his. I looked at Blake only to see him putting his hand behind his back. The silver object in his hand had my mouth parting.

  “Blake, you broke in the bathroom? Really? Little boy—”

  Blaze once again cut me off. “I’m about to beat yo little ass. You done lost yo damn mind! And you gon’ question her? Fuck is wrong with you?” He fussed before he made a grab for Blake.

  Blake jumped back and then ran out of the bathroom, he dropped the knife as he made his escape. My hand covered my mouth as I stared at it.

  “Fuck is you laughing about. He does this shit because of yo ass.” His finger pointed in my face as he turned on me.

  My brows rose before I bit at his finger. “Don’t point in my face. I don’t have anything to do with that. Blake is you in every way, shape and form. Baby, you’re the reason he’s like that.” My arms crossed over my chest as my hip cocked to the side.

  “Shut the fuck up.” He muffed my head to the side before grabbing my arms so I wouldn’t hit him. “Gon’, Peach, I’m just bullshittin’. Gimme kiss,” Blaze kissed me.

  I laughed as my lips parted and my head titled, kissing him back.

  “Ugh, Ma, don’t kiss him and Nana said come on. She’s ready to cut the cake.” Blake peeked back into the bathroom. He was about to walk out but stopped to stare at me. His eyes moved from me to his dad then back to me. “Ma, why your shirt inside out?” As if he knew the answer to his own question, my little man mugged Blaze hard before he grabbed my arm and pulled me with him out the bathroom. “Didn’t I tell you he was a creep? Stay away from him. Dad you better stay away from my momma. Damn!” He fussed.

  I looked back at Blaze to see that flirty smile on his face.

  “Shid, tell yo moms to stay away from me. B, she was all over me. I tried to fight her off.” Blaze picked at him.

  Laughing, I rolled my eyes at Blaze. “Man, shut up. Blake, we were just talking. My shirt probably been inside out.” I shrugged as if it was nothing but Blake didn’t seem to buy it. My eyes soon drifted to his duffle bag in the hallway. A glare appeared across my face. Matter of fact, I was fussing at him about telling you what goes for my house doesn’t go for his.” They both stopped walking then.

  “Here I come, Nana!” Blake let me go and ran off.

  I turned my glaring face to Blaze as my arms crossed over my chest.

  He licked his lips before rubbing the back of his neck.

  “Blaze, now you know—”

  “Here I come, Ma!” He mimicked Blake and left me in the hallway.

  All I could do was laugh at those two crazy fools. I couldn’t help but love them.

  Chapter 7

  Peaches

  I stood in the full length mirror that hung from the bathroom door and took in the sexy, purple, floral backless lace bodycon dress I had on. Standing on my tip toes, I looked at myself sideways into the mirror, smoothing down the dress.

  My eyes soon shifted down to the suede, purple Red Bottom platform pumps on my feet. Satisfied with my look, a smile stretched across my lip as I pushed my mid back length hair over my right shoulder. I continued to stare at the peekaboo lace dress that hugged my curves like a second skin.

  I had picked up a little weight over the years, not that much, but my stomach had a cute pudge to it. My thighs and hips were thicker but even so, the extra pounds fit my five foot three frame perfectly.

  I walked away from the mirror to my dresser to grab my necklace. I slipped on my black chain, where my purple brass knuckle hung from, then slid my black oval shaped ring on my index finger. After grabbing my holster for my purple and black custom made .380, I then pulled up my dress so I could hook it to my boy shorts. Smoothing my dress back down and over my hips, with the tightness of my dress, the slight bulge was very noticeable. But there was no way in hell I would leave without my babies. I grabbed my LCP Ruger and put it in my hand-bag.

  After I slipped on my black leather jacket, which covered the bulge on my hip, I swiped my lips with a coat of clear gloss then headed for the door to make my super late entrance
at the party.

  ***

  I parked across the street from Prestige. Once I got out of the truck, I hurriedly ran across Broadway to get to the night club. Folks stood waiting outside, trying to get in as the line slowly moved.

  Going to the front of the line, I slowed down my fast pace, stopping at the tall bulky man in front of me. “King?” I saw him against the front door, holding some chick’s arm while whispering in her ear.

  Hearing his name, he looked up and his eyes fell directly on me. “Fuck you doing here? Yo ass should be at the crib. It’s passed yo bed time.” He joked.

  Hitting his arm, I rolled my eyes at him. “Don’t you even start, okay.” He gave me hug. “Where yo boy at?” I asked, catching ol girl’s slight mug. I ignored her and my focus stayed on my brother.

  “He in there. Peaches, don’t go in there starting no shit.” He warned.

  I already knew he was talking about whatever chick Blaze was in there with. I wasn’t fazed by her, not in the least. “King, now you know I don’t be on no mess so don’t come to me like that. I’m too grown for petty shit. So gon’ somewhere.”

  “I ain’t playin’, Peaches. Don’t go in there starting shit.”

  Why would I start something? I never started anything so for King to repeat himself twice. He probably thought I was going to be on some jealous ex type shit but that wasn’t my character at all.

  “Whatever, I’m going in.”

  “I’ll walk with you,” he said, grabbing my arm.

  Linking my arm with King’s, we started to walk away but ol girl he was with cleared her throat, bringing his attention back to her.

  “Oh, shit, baby girl, my fault. Come on.”

  Typical King, I swear. Shaking my head at his foolery, I said nothing. I just let him lead me through the doors into the club.

  The club was packed as expected. Seeing that caused a small laugh leave my mouth. I bet Blaze’s ass was somewhere in a dark corner scooping the place out.

  “Oh, there he go.” King pointed at the bar.

  Breaking out of King’s hold, I quickly made my way over to where he stood. Once I was close to him I pinched his side, getting his attention.