by J Peach
“Blaze don’t,” I began to weakly protest while tightening my hold on his wrist.
Easily, he jerked from my grip, then pinned my arms about my head as his other hand fooled with his jeans.
“My touch, the way I feel,” he trailed off saying as he pushed inside of me.
A loud gasp left my mouth before I bit into my lower lip hard to keep the scream imbedded in my throat.
“You ain’t got to deny it, I feel the same way,” he pushed further inside of me.
I yanked my wrist free, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down. My lips attached to his so I wouldn’t scream out from the invasion as he reached my barrier, then pulled out, only to push right back in which caused me to scream into his mouth as I closed my eyes.
“What the hell y’all doing? Peaches, open this gotdamn door!” King yelled from the other side while pounding like a fucking maniac.
Damn, King! Shit!
“Get yo fuck ass away from the damn door!” Blaze yelled back, then looked down at me and laughed. “But you don’t like me, right.” He would have to ruin my lust induced state, but I couldn’t even be mad.
“Fuck you, ya yellow bastard.”
“I was just ‘bout to,” he replied with a cocky but crooked smirk.
My hands went to my face and I groaned out a laugh. “Ugh, get off of me.” I pushed at his chest, signaling for him to move. Once he did, he pulled me up with him. I winced slightly, trying to ignore the slight pain to my core.
“I’m bullshittin’. Don’t pretend with me though,” Blaze insisted, as he took hold of my waist. He pulled me to his chest as his thumb and index finger stroked my chin before he tilted my head back.
I didn’t like the want he had my body craving for. Him, I didn’t want Blaze. “I don’t even know you,” I mumbled against his lips.
“That’s gon’ change. Now get yo ass dressed so you can make me something to eat.” He moved away from me and started to fix his jeans. He tucked his still hard soldier in his pants, then zipped them up. “Why the fuck you still standing there fah? Put yo damn clothes on.”
This nigga done lost his mind. Make him something to eat? Who the hell he thought I was?
“Who I look like? Yo momma? Nigga, if you hungry you better get one of yo hoes to cook for you, the fuck. On second thought, give me my money for cooking. That’s fifteen dollas, nigga run it,” my hand shot out as my thumb rubbed against the index and middle finger.
“Man, I just bought yo ass a phone and a TV. Fo’real though, you can’t make a nigga nothing to eat, Peaches?” His lips contorted into a sexy little smile. Blaze traced his finger up my arm, then tried to grab me.
His tongue swiped over his full sets and the sight of his bottom lip going into his mouth caused my eyes to drop to the floor. Those small actions damn near had me. Blaze was just sexy for no reason and the little gestures had my insides tightening with jitters.
“Peaches?” He called, his thick pink tongue swiped over his mouth.
But the corners of his lips twitched, it revealed the cockiness he tried to cover up. Bastard.
“No, nigga, you brought those things because you broke mine. They were just replacements, so give me my fifteen dollars.” Pulling up my shorts and then fixing my hair, I looked at him.
“I’ight, man, here. Yo ass sleepin’ on the fuckin’ couch tonight.” The seriousness in his voice got me and I burst out laughing.
“Um, honey, this’s my shit—” I started saying, but he cut me off.
“So, and this mines.” Once the words left his mouth his hand came down hard on my ass.
Quickly, I turned to face him. “Slap my ass like that again, I’ma fuck you up. That hurt, stupid ass,” I punched him in his shoulder then rubbed my booty. “Yo hand print probably on my ass now, damn. You play too much.”
A hum left his mouth and his front soon pressed into my back with his arms going around my waist.
“I love a red ass, gon’ pull those shorts down and let me see,” Blaze mumbled against the side of my neck.
My teeth sank into my lower lip and I let out a shaky breath in order to calm my nerves. His attitude I shouldn’t like at all, but for some reason it seemed to continue to make me laugh.
Instead of replying back, I removed his arms from my waist and chose to ignore him altogether. After I unlocked my room door, we walked out.
Chapter 4
Peaches
Blaze stopped at the hallway mirror to look at his face. “Man, I should beat yo ass for hitting me in my fuckin’ eye. That shit still hurt. Little violent ass got my shit swollen,” he hissed out.
I laughed and quickly left him and walked into the living room. King and Sam looked at me, I turned my head then hurriedly went in the kitchen.
“Peaches, what happened to yo face?” King asked as he walked up to me then grabbed my chin. “That nigga hit you. Fuck that!” King snapped. He shoved me into the counter, then turned to leave the kitchen.
“No! King, stop!” I jerked him back as hard as I could, then ran in front of him to block off the exit. “You told me to handle it and I did okay, stop! So don’t, it’s cool. I took care of it,” my voice rose trying to get him to hear me.
King started to the door, his breathing picked up as his chest rose then fell hard. Finally he stared at me like I was stupid.
“The fuck you mean it’s cool? This nigga put his hands on you, Peach. You think that shit cool? N’all, fuck that. Blaze!” He bellowed so loud, I jumped.
“King, don’t start that shit, please. I hit him first,” I whispered as the will to stand up to him started to leave my body.
“I don’t give a fuck!” He screamed, then shoved me back to get me out his way.
“What the fuck you yelling fah?” Blaze asked, coming into the kitchen.
“Bitch, you hit—” King’s words ran flat as he looked at Blaze then back to me.
I did the same, looked at Blaze. My lips pressed tight together and my hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t laugh.
“The fuck happened to yo face?” King referred to the dark mark under his right eye, busted lip, and the cut on the side of his head.
Damn! I fell into King as I burst into a fit of laughter.
“Oh, my God, Blaze!” I laughed loudly
“Yeah, I’m about to beat yo ass,” Blazes’ face formed into a glare as he started toward me.
Leaned all the way against King, I continued to laugh. How come I didn’t notice that in the room? Well, he did have me hella distracted. But I fuck’d him up.
“Man, I was about to beat yo ass, but shid, Peaches done did that!” King said before he stepped to him. Without warning, King punched Blaze in the face. “I don’t give a fuck who hit who first, don’t put yo fuckin’ hands on her.”
“King, what the fuck!” I screamed at him. I pushed him back then went to Blaze. “Why the fuck would you hit him after I told you I started the shit, stupid ass!” I stood in front of Blaze, my eyes roamed all over his face trying to find any new mark. “Are you okay?” My actions didn’t register until the arch in his brow formed.
“I’m good, didn’t know you cared.” Blaze cockily spoke.
My mouth opened, then close. My hands slowly left his face as embarrassment set itself into my body. With a rub of the nape of my neck I step away from him.
“Damn, fo’real Peach? You gon’ yell at me because of this nigga?” King asked with a look of disappointment.
The look immediately pissed me off. “No, I yelled at you because you’re always starting shit, you had no right to hit him,” my thumb jerked in Blazes’ direction, “after I told you I handled it! I’m not a fuckin’ kid no more. I can take care of myself! Okay? So chill the fuck out.” My voice lowered a bit at the hard look on his face.
“Fuck you talkin to? I’ll beat yo ass,” King snapped as he jumped at me.
Instinctively, I flinched back, but swung on him as an automatic reflex.
“King, gon’ fo’real bec
ause I’m not scared of you,” that was half true, a small part of me wasn’t. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Mhm, yo ass better, Peaches,” King warned before he turned his stare on Blaze. “She fuck’d yo shit up. B, ‘cause I know you I’ma step back, but don’t be stupid with her.” His eyes locked with Blazes’. “I put that on graves my nigga,” the unspoken threat chilled my bones because I knew King was serious.
But the chill quickly left and I bit hard into my bottom lip as his words registered.
He was gon fall back…
King tore his eyes from Blaze to look at me. His head nodded toward the sink. “I took that chicken out. Hurry up and cook that shit, I’m hungry as hell.” He gave me a push toward the sink with his final words.
My brother was bipolar as hell. I didn’t put up and argument, though. Just simply smiled and went to the sink to clean the chicken. Hell, he was going to give me room to breathe. He was about to get a whole ass meal.
“Blaze, don’t be stupid, and y’all ain’t shit,” King told him. I don’t know why, but I think King knew Blaze wasn’t going to leave me alone. And I guessed Blaze wasn’t that bad of guy if he actually stepped back.
“She’s already established my nigga, I know she better let them fuck boys know that shit. Sam that goes fah you too. I see you looking my nigga. Established, homie, don’t be on no slick shit, that’s why Sly’s ass got shot,” Blaze announced before he slapped hands with King six times, doing a complicated handshake as they both laughed.
“King, don’t listen to him. We established a friendship is all, Blaze shut up. Damn, what we talk about?” I asked him as I started seasoning the wings.
“Man, we grown. Fuck that bullshit you talkin and fuck King. His ass know what’s up. I told him you was mine before I even came to you. He talked his shit, made his threats, but shid, at the end of the day what we decide on is between us.” Blaze spoke freely, in a nonchalant tone.
To my surprise King ain’t say nothing and I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t smile at Blaze.
He was most definitely not afraid of King and made a point to get what he wanted. Let that have been any other dude, their asses would’ve run for the hills the moment King spoke. Blaze didn’t though and I like that he had the balls to actually come after me with King knowing.
King whispered something to Blaze before he left out the kitchen. Whatever it may have been didn’t move him one bit as he walked over to me.
“You need help?”
“Can you cook?” I replied as he walked up behind me.
He placed his hands on my hips and then brought his mouth to my ear. “Nope, just thought I should ask,” he muttered, then bit my lobe.
A laugh slipped through my lips and I elbowed him.
“Didn’t I tell you not to worry about him? You can say we have an understanding.” Blaze kissed his way to the spot behind my ear as his hand went to my ass.
“Blaze, move. And just because you two are crazy, y’all understand each other? That’s not something I’d be proud to tell people,” I glanced at him over my shoulder, with a pointed look.
Blaze hit me on the ass hard.
“What I say about hitting my ass? That shit hurt. Get out, go in the living room with King and Sam. You can’t cook so I don’t need your help, but thanks for asking.” His hand squeezed my booty. “Stop playing with my ass, damn. Go wash your hands, get out, I got this.”
Blaze’s hand suddenly tighten around my ponytail and he jerked my head back, causing an audible gasp to escape from my throat. He gazed down on me.
My body reacted to his slight aggressive action, which caused my chest to rise then fell as my breathing picked up
“This the second time we done got interrupted, next time we gon’ finish what we start,” he whispered against my lips.
My eyes dropped to his mouth as mine parted. I stood on my tip toes and bit his bottom lip, my teeth sank into the skin. Slowly, my head moved back, in the same motions I released his lip before allowing my tongue to flick over it.
My eyes went back to his and I smiled, “Mm, we’ll finish when I say we will. Now get out before yo ass don’t eat,” I whispered. With a simple peck to his lips, I pushed him back, “Gon’ now.”
Blaze rubbed his bottom lip as he nodded his head. He then muffed me, making my head go to the side before he slapped my ass.
“You bitch, that shit hurt!” I snapped at him as he walked out the kitchen laughing. “Dumbass,” I mumbled and continued to make dinner.
***
We all sat around the kitchen table, just finished with our dinner. Chicken, macaroni, spaghetti and cornbread is what I made. I was stuffed to the point that I had my shirt raised over my stomach and was sucking my teeth, leaning back in my chair unable to move.
“Man, that was good as hell. A nigga done got sleepy,” Sam said, leaning back as well.
“I got a guestroom if King’s not using it, and a couch,” I glanced at King who shook his head.
“N’all, I got a few runs to make, then I’m going to Ebony’s,” King stated while he ran his hand over his head.
“She probably sleep by now,” I grabbed our plates then sat them in the sink.
“So, I got a key. Thanks for the meal sis, but I got to go.” King stood, came to me, kissed my forehead, then straightened up. “And Sam ass ain’t sleeping over here either,” King gave Sam a look then looked back to me. “I’m out,” he started to leave the kitchen until I stopped him.
“Nuh uh, nigga, give me my money for making yo ass dinner.” My fingers rubbed together before I held my palm out.
“You always got yo hand out, yo ass ain’t charge Blaze,” he shot back childishly.
What the fuck? King’s ass is just stupid. He’s my blood and I’m charging him, why the hell wouldn’t I charge Blaze?
“She got me in the room for twenty dollas,” Blaze lied.
With a frustrated growl, King dug in his pocket then slapped twenty dollars in my hands.
“Thanks bubba. Have fun, be safe King!” After I took King’s money, I got Sam’s, then put it in my jar on top of the fridge.
“We should be going too, I got a job I need to be at in the morning and you gotda do that thing,” Sam discreetly reminded Blaze of something as he stood up.
“Damn, I forgot all about that shit, Fuck! Here, go start the truck, I’ll be out in a minute,” Blaze tossed Sam the keys, but stayed seated.
“I’ight. Later, Peaches. I’ll be here in the morning for breakfast,” Sam called over his shoulders.
I waved at him as I sat on the counter drinking some water. Once King and Sam left, Blaze walked over to me. He placed his hands on either side of me on the counter.
“I’ll be back in about two hours, i’ight?”
“I’ll be sleep.” If he thought I was going to wait up for him, then he lost his mind.
“I got my key,” he nonchalantly stated.
My brows furrowed at that and I started to feel my breast, checking for the key he threw me. Blaze must have caught onto what I was doing and started to explain.
“Oh, that was Sly’s key I gave you, I got one made when I got your phone,” he said as if it wasn’t a problem.
“Blaze, you can’t do that.” How could he think getting a key made to my apartment was okay? My mouth opened to start fussing, but he cut my words short.
“Shut the fuck up, I ain’t tryna hear that shit. I’ll be back in two hours.” With that said, he pressed his lips to mine once, then turned and walked out without another word.
I don’t know how this thing between us gon’ work…
***
The dip of my bed had me awakening and quickly reaching under my matters.
“Chill, man, it’s me,” Blaze announced as he took hold of my arm.
“Boy, I could’ve shot you! What time is?” A yawn left my mouth as I sat up in the bed.
“Almost four,” Blaze said while he peeled off his clothes.
I stared
at his back in disbelief. “Why you come here at four in the morning? You should’ve went home,” I spoke slowly, not understanding why he thought to come to my house at that time.
Once he took off all his clothes, he glanced at me before he ran a hand over his head, then down his face.
“Peaches, don’t start that shit. It’s too early and I’m tired as hell.” As if to end the conversation, Blaze pulled the covers back then got in the bed.
“If you didn’t want to hear it you should’ve went home.” Truth, he should have. I didn’t know what would make him think it was cool to waltz in my house like it would be okay.
“Peaches, fo’real man, shut the fuck up,” Blaze said with an attitude as he grabbed the hem of my shirt and took it off. “Don’t say shit, man, go to sleep.” He pulled me on top of him.
“Blaze, let me go.” That was not cool at all.
A laugh left my mouth as he grabbed the nape of my neck then kissed my lips. He shut me up, indeed he did. But a fruity scent on him had me not getting into the kiss like I would have. My head moved back and I gave him a funky look before I climbed off him.
Without a word, I got back on my side of the bed, not saying anything. Neither did Blaze as he pulled my back into his chest.
I know I didn’t have a right to be mad for the simple fact he wasn’t my man, but let me find out he was with a bitch before he brought his ass back over here to get in my fucking bed.
Shit gon get ugly real fast.
Why the fuck was I jealous?
Chapter 5
Blaze
“Peaches, so you ain’t talkin’ to me now?” I caught her arms as she went to walk out the room. But just like the past hour, she said nothing, simply pulled from my grasp and walked out the room.
I didn’t know what her problem was or what I did, but shid, she had just been acting funky toward me all morning. I wasn’t the type of nigga to bitch and moan over shit, but that was fucking with me bad. I mean, I ain’t did shit to her. I tried hugging up with her and she just got off of me. I was tempted to slap the shit outda her. If I wasn’t tired as fuck, I probably would’ve.