by J Peach
“Damn, we just going to breakfast. Yo ass ridiculous, man. Who you tryna look good fah?” Blaze asked, looking me up, licking his lips.
Laughing, I shrugged while taking out my Sienna quilted tote and black leather jacket from the closet. “That dress to damn tight, gon’ take that shit off.” The seriousness in his tone had me glancing over my shoulder at him.
“Hating, daddy, gets you nowhere. Where you get a change of clothes from?” I asked, looking at his black, Louis Vuitton jeans that hung low, showing off his red boxer briefs. Blaze then pulled on a red Louis Vuitton shirt before stepping into his fire red, white, and cement grey IV Jordan’s.
“I always keep extra clothes with me,” he told me. “Man, I ain’t playing with yo ass, you not wearing that dress.” Blaze said, coming up behind me, pressing his lower body into my back.
I combed my hair down the side of my face and back. “You get on my nerves, there’s nothing wrong with what I have on.” I moved my head forward as his dropped down to bury in the side of my neck. “Nuh uh, don’t kiss or try to smell me.” I laughed, turned around to face him then pushed his head back.
“I’ight, nigga, boss. Remember that.”
“I’m playing.” Standing on my tips I gave him a simple peck. My eyes locked with his light brown ones and for a moment I seemed to get lost staring at him. Clearing my throat, I looked away, tryna hide the smile that had spread across my lips. Even doing so, I couldn’t contain the small laugh that slipped through my lips. My thumb pressed against his lips, wiping the gloss from his mouth.
Still smiling, I looked away from him as that giddy feeling started up again. “Here, zip me up,” I turned my back to him.
Blaze did as I asked, zipping up my dress before grabbing my ass.
“You ready? I’m starving,” I said, pushing him back so I could walk around him.
Things were moving way too fast for me, but I didn’t know how to slow it down and I honestly didn’t think I wanted to.
Grabbing my jacket, I put it on before transferring everything of out my other purse and into the one I was carrying.
“Blaze, give me my gun.” That was one thing I never left without. My baby. She may have been small, but she hurt something nasty. After getting my black chain with the white spike brass knuckles hanging from it, I put it on then turned to Blaze.
“Why yo ass need a gun if you got that on?” He gestured to my necklace, making me roll my eyes.
“Sometimes a bitch or a nigga needs that ass spiked before they get shot. Now give me my baby.” I held my hand out as I explained my reasons for needing both.
Blaze grabbed his keys then turned off the TV and Lights before pushing me out my room door.
“Yo ass violent as hell. Man, a nigga gon’ start sleeping with one eye open in this bitch. On G, I ain’t bullshittin’” Laughing, I muffed his head to the side. “Gon’ before I beat yo ass.”
“Whatever, I ain’t worried about it. Then again, that may be what I want.” I licked my lips then bit into my bottom, sucking the corner into my mouth.
“Get yo nasty ass outda here before you be around here talking about you can’t feel yo damn legs.”
My face went hot as a blush crept up my neck to my cheeks.
“Blaze, that’s not funny. In my defense, this was my first time so maybe it’s normal. I mean, my body wasn’t use to that kind of—”
“Shit was mind boggling, huh?”
Laughing, I rolled my eyes. “Yo ass wasn’t that, like I said it was my first time—”
“And I tore yo shit up,” Blaze said as we made it to his truck.
“I hate you fo’real.” I got in the truck and closed the door, then turned in my seat so I was facing him.
“Fuck you looking at?” His hand pushed my face back.
“Stop.” My hand slapped his as I whined
“What?”
“Nothing,” I shrugged before looking out the window as he drove down the street.
***
“Peaches?” My shoulder shook as I heard Blaze call my name. “Peaches”
“Hmm?” I mumbled, turning around.
“We here,” his words faded as I began to doze back off, I was so tired. “Peaches, man get up.” My shoulder shook again.
“Stop,” I whined out, it wasn’t too long after I heard a door close, then a few seconds later another opened before I felt myself being turned. “Blaze stop, dang.”
“Fuck you looking at?” The hostility in his voice had me opening my eyes only to find him staring to the side of him. That’s when I noticed I was half way out the truck.
What the fuck was he gon’ do, drag me out?
“This ain’t got shit to do with you, nosy ass mothafucka,” Blaze continued to go off at whoever was staring at us.
Sighing, I rolled my eyes. He did not wake me up for that shit.
“Fuck you rolling yo damn eyes fah?” He turned on me.
My brow rose and I smacked my lips about to push him away, but Blaze leaned into me.
“Don’t start with me,” I cut myself off as I yawned. God, I was tired.
Blaze helped me out the truck, complaining. “Man, I can’t fuck with yo ass during the morning, tired ass.” He joked.
I didn’t find anything funny. He did not wear me out, I was simply tired because I only got a few hours of sleep waiting for his ass to get home. That’s why I was tired. He slept just as long, and up like the fuckin’ Energizer bunny.
“Dude, I stayed up all night. I slept for an hour and a half this morning, it would’ve been longer if you hadn’t woke me up talking about breakfast.” We walked into Broadway’s Café.
He blocked the second doors as he turned to me. “What yo ass was doing up all night?” He questioned.
Without thinking, I told him the truth. “Waiting for your dumbass to get home. I even tried to call but you didn’t answer.” My mouth snapped shut, realizing too late what I was saying. Then again, there was no reason to hide the fact that I was in strong like with him. Hell, if yesterday wasn’t a dead giveaway, I didn’t know what was.
“You were worried about me?” Why did he have to ask so lowly, smooth, sexy?
My cheeks grew hot fast, causing me to look away.
“No, I just like sleeping with you.” The fuck is wrong with me? Clearing my throat, I glanced at Blaze, then the double doors. “Um, we should go inside, I’m hungry,” I tried with a pout.
“Shid, it’s cool. Don’t be embarrassed about it,” Blaze said, licking his lips. “Ain’t nothing wrong with worrying. Last night was crazy, that’s why I didn’t call or text you back. I had to get some shit right. Now that I know you worry about a nigga, I’ll text or call you back next time.”
“You don’t have to.” I didn’t want it to seem like it was a big deal, so I shrugged.
“Man, get that bullshit outda here. Yo ass ain’t got to play that I don’t give a fuck attitude all the fuckin’ time, man. Damn, be real with a nigga, like I be with yo ass.” He had a point, but I was not the worrying type if it didn’t come to King.
I just didn’t want Blaze to see me getting too attached and then turn around and use that against me, which would somehow leave me hurt in the end.
This is already moving too fast and we aren’t even dating.
When I didn’t say anything, Blaze shook his head. He led me inside the restaurant. I didn’t say anything else, just followed in behind him.
Chapter 24
Peaches
The hostess handed Blaze two menus and he took us to a booth in the back where the lighting was dimmed. The restaurant was a nice, big family diner. Simple but nice. And where we sat was quiet, sort of private. Not too many people were in the back, which made it better.
I glanced away from my menu to Blaze, only to find him on his phone. I took it.
His head snap up so fast. “What the fuck—?”
“No phones at the table, remember?” A smile crossed my lips at my reminder.
; He gave me a slight glare. “This ain’t yo apartment and I don’t see no damn signs. Now give me my phone,” he fussed, holding his hand out. I sat his phone down on the side of me and stared at him. “What?”
“Look I don’t—” I started saying, but was interrupted.
“Hey, my name’s Megan and I’ll be your server today. I can take your drink order and give you a few minutes to look over your menus if you need more time,” The waitress says, smiling a little too damn hard for my liking.
Picking up my menu, I looked over it for a second, already knowing what I was getting.
“You know what you’re ordering?” I asked Blaze who was looking at his menu before closing it with a nod of his head. “We’ll order now. I’ll have the Denver Omelet and instead of the sausage links can you make it bacon,” I said as she wrote it down.
“How would like your eggs, and what would you like to drink?”
“Scrambled and I’ll just have an orange juice.”
“And you, sir?” She asked Blaze.
“Give me the steak and eggs with a sprite,” he told her and for some reason after she wrote it down she was still standing there. Blaze opened his mouth to say something to me when he noticed her. “Why the fuck you still standing here staring and shit? Get yo ass gone, damn. We don’t wanna sit here looking at yo ass all fuckin’ morning.”
My eyes widen and my mouth parted. Hell, the waitress looked just as surprised. “Blaze—”
“What man? Bitch looking all in my fuckin’ face. Ain’t nobody looking at yo ass.” Bad thing ol’ girl was still standing there. “Close your fuckin’ mouth and go get our shit,” he snapped at her before his stare turned toward me. “Fuck you kick me fah?”
What is wrong with this man? You can’t just talk to people like that.
“He just lost his job and he’s irritated right now, so don’t be offended,” I lied, looking at Blaze.
“Fuck you looking at?” He asked me. I looked to ol’ girl who had quickly grabbed our menus, walking off fast.
“I would slap the shit outda you, don’t talk to me like that. What makes you think it’s cool to talk to folks the way you do?” I had to ask. And to think it was his rudeness that attracted me.
I’m dumb.
“Who said it wasn’t? I don’t see no fuckin’ signs hanging around saying I can’t,” he offered to say.
Grabbing a pack of sugar, I threw it at him, then another.
“What? Shid, I’m just saying it ain’t no written law or rule saying I can’t talk to people the way I do. Plus, that bitch was all in my face. I could see if her ass was saying something, but the bitch wasn’t. She was just staring,” he went to explain.
And I like him? Out of everybody in the world, I like him? Blaze.
“Fuck you shaking yo head fah?”
Ignoring that question, I went back to what I was about to say before the waitress came.
“Look, Blaze, I care okay. Don’t expect me to just become this sudden open book. I mean, I don’t do this, whatever this is, I don’t know…” I trailed off, letting out a frustrated groan, making Blaze laugh.
“Yo ass acting like you ain’t ever had a boyfriend before.” He chuckled, but stopped when I looked away from him. “You’re shitting me, on what?” I ain’t say nothing, again he laughed.
“It’s not funny.”
“Seriously, you have never dated nobody?” He asked, making me roll my eyes.
“If yo ass gon’ be laughing then ain’t no point in me tryna be real with you. So forget it.”
Blaze laughing kinda pissed me off. It wasn’t a laughing matter, I was tryna be real with him on why I acted the way I did, but his ass wanted to laugh.
Besides Sly, I’d never had a boyfriend. Everything Sly and I did was behind closed doors, never public, so I really couldn’t say he was my boyfriend.
“I’m sorry, it’s not. I just wouldn’t have expected someone like you—”
My hands waved in front of us, signaling him to stop talking. “Someone like me? What’s that supposed to mean?” Now I was offended.
“Man, shut the fuck up. I ain’t mean it in a bad way. I mean, with as many hoes as you had around, you never caught feelings?” He asked, and I shrugged.
“Have you met my brother? King is way too overprotective, especially after my dad died. His ass went from ten to a thousand, you couldn’t pay a nigga that knew King and I were cool to come near me,” I told him, and he snorted.
“It didn’t stop that nigga Sly,” Blaze responded, not seeming happy about that little bit.
Shrugging, a laugh slipped through my lips. “Sly was unexpected, the first to ever give me head. So it’s his fault I’m this way, shit was crazy good.” I boasted with a smile.
“I don’t wanna hear that bullshit!” He snapped at me and again I shrugged. “That’s some hoe shit—”
“Did you just call me a hoe?” I was about to jump all on his ass.
“Man, why the fuck would I call you a hoe? I was talking about Sly’s ass, that shit he pulled,” Blaze explained.
“I guess.” How could you be real with someone like that? I mean, it was already hard to express those new feelings. I’d rather keep them to my damn self. Grabbing the sugar box, I started fixing them making sure they were all the same way.
“You mad now, huh?” He asked.
“Nope, not at all.” I couldn’t be mad because his dumbass probably never had anything serious either besides a fuck buddy.
“Yo ass lying. Why you mad?”
“I’m not mad, there’s nothing to be mad about.” With a glance at him, I shrugged before putting the sugar packages back just as our food came. The waitress put our food down, about to walk away, but Blaze grabbed her arm, stopping her.
“Yo ass ain’t do shit to our food, did you?” His eyes were hard, his face contorted into a mean mug.
“No, I didn’t. I swear—” the waitress shakily spoke.
“Blaze, leave that damn girl alone,” I snapped at him, the girl seriously looked scared. Hell, I probably would’ve been too, if some guy suddenly snapped at me. Then again, me personally, I would’ve snapped right back, ready to fight. “Gone, mama, you good.” She quickly pulled her arm from Blaze and took off speed walking. Bet her damn ass would watch who she smiled at next time. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Ain’t shit wrong with me, I was just tryna make sho’ her ass wasn’t tryna be slick,” he said, pushing his plate away then putting his elbows on the table, staring at me. “Now why you mad?”
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my fork and knife. “I’m not mad. Blaze, gone somewhere for real,” I told him as he got out his seat. Sliding in next to me, he pushed the table over to the side he’d just left. “Blaze I’m not mad. What are you doing?” I asked, grabbing his wrist as he rubbed along my thigh.
“I ain’t doing shit, just talking. You ain’t the only one new to this. The only different between us is you tryna hide it. Sweetheart, I’m thirty, I’m grown as hell. A nigga ain’t never want for shit until I met yo mean ass. Shid, the moment yo ass held that knife to my shit you was got, boss. Even with this shit going too fast, at the end of the day it ain’t gon’ matter whether it’s two weeks, a month, or a year, I’ma still have yo ass. So you getting an attitude because you think I ain’t hearing you is bullshit. I’m listening to you, baby girl, but I done already warned yo ass of me. I am who I am, it ain’t no changing shit.” Throughout his whole explanation his hands moved between my legs and began rubbing my clit through my panties.
“Blaze,” I panted out.
“I’m just talkin’, now you can’t hear me out?” He was so slick with it. And the fact that my body was reacting to what his fingers were doing wasn’t good.
Biting into my bottom lip hard, I tried to keep from moaning out loud. I was surprised I hadn’t broke skin with how hard I was biting.
“It ain’t no running, not no more. I hear you, boss, I got you.” Blaze suddenly moved his fing
er from my pussy and dug in his back pocket. He pulled out a condom.
No, no he isn’t thinking…
My eyes widened as he undid his jeans.
Looking around, there was only a few people a little distance away. But still, we were in a restaurant whether we were in the back or not.
“Blaze, no. I’m not about to do that in here,” I whispered lowly, but loud enough for him to hear. My protest did nothing but fall on deaf ears.
“Come here,” he was already pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him.
“Blaze we can’t—” I started grabbing his wrist as he pulled my thong to the side. The tip of his erection poked at my contracting sex.
“We just talking, we can’t do that?” Is he serious right now? “Huh? You don’t wanna talk to me, Peaches?” His mouth covered mine as he pushed inside of me, causing a small scream to leave my mouth and go into his.
Blaze’s hands went to my hips as he slowly sat me down on him, filling me completely.
Oh, my God!
“Blaze, no, we can’t.” A soft moan slipped through my lips as I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. My breathing quickened, my pants heavy.
“Shush,” Blaze mumbled against my lips as he gripped my hips tightly, moving them back and forth.
I couldn’t believe we were having sex for the second time and in a restaurant no less. Even so, I was enjoying every moment of it, loving the feel of him.
My hips began to rotate on him, causing his hold to tighten even more as he started lifting me up and down on his dick. Blaze thrust up hard every time I came down, making it hard for me to keep quiet.
“Fuck!” Blaze groaned out as our movements became in sync. He soon placed my thighs on his forearms, my hands gripped his shoulders and I started to bounce faster on him.
Being discrete was no longer an option, shit was feeling too good. I simply couldn’t hold in my moans. Blaze must have sense it because his lips came to mine swallowing my sounds.
“Harder,” I moaned out against his lips and he complied, kissing me harder as hips thrust forward. It was so wrong, God it wasn’t right, but it felt amazing! My inner muscles began to milk him as my body started shaking. I buried my head into the side of his neck. “Ah, ah, Blaze.”