by J Peach
He held my hips tightly to him as his thrusting turned into jerking as we both reached our peak.
“Ah shit! Fuck!” Blaze cussed out lowly, making me groan as we came down from our orgasmic high.
“I can’t believe you,” I groaned out, making Blaze laugh. “It’s not funny, my brother warned me about niggas like you.”
“Niggas like me? That’s should be a good thing then,” he said, his hands rubbing across my ass.
“It isn’t, not at all.” I mumbled against his neck, panting heavily. Blaze suddenly leaned forward, making me groan once more. “No, don’t move.” This orgasm was just like the first. I came so hard it seems like every nerve in my body just went haywire before going numb. Moving at that moment made my body feel so funny.
Am I going to tell Blaze I’m numb yet again?
Hell no, he’ll probably laugh or something.
“Peaches?” He called lowly.
“Hm?” I hummed against his neck, I did not wanna move at all. “Blaze, stop,” I whined as he lifted my lower body, causing him to slide out of me.
“Shid, I thought yo ass was sleep,” he joked.
Laughing at that, I sat up and looked down at him. “You did not put me to sleep, so shut up.” I said, popping the P while leaning down once more to peck his lips. “You done got me twice this morning and still haven’t fed me.”
“’Cause a nigga that good,” he claimed,—true—as his hips pushed up.
Sliding off his lap, my butt hit the seat just as a tall, sexy, dark skin man came up to where we were. He didn’t look better than Blaze, but he was still sexy no doubt.
Blazes’ hand suddenly smacked hard against the back of my head. ”What the fuck yo ass looking at?”
Chapter 25
Peaches
Blaze acted as if I was checking the man out. I just so happened to turn around when he was coming. The fuck I look like?
“You bet not hit me again, black ass,” I whispered as the man stopped at our table. Oh, my God, I hope he wasn’t the owner. If so, he was about put our asses out. Damn, I ain’t even ate yet.
“Blaze, my man.” The guy greeted and I was relieved as Blaze stood to pound the man’s fist.
When he moved from the booth, I slid out the seat. “What’s good Mark? Where you going?” Blaze grabbed my waist, pulling me into his side.
“To wash my hands, I’ll be back.”
“Mark, I’ll be right back. Call yo waiter and ask her to warm this up and wrap mine. Shid, she probably ain’t gon’ come back. My girl scared her,” Blaze lied.
My eyes widened and my mouth opened, not believing what just left his mouth. “You lying—”
Blaze pushed me forward, cutting me off. “We’ll be back,” he said, still walking. Once we got to the empty hallway by the bathroom, I turned around and hit him.
“Yo lying butt get on my nerves.” Blaze pushed me into the women’s restroom, laughing. “What are you doing?” I asked him as he walked in behind me. Ignoring my question, Blaze walked to a stall and flushed the toilet. Going to the stall next to him I took the baby wipes out my purse and started cleaning between my legs. Once finished, I flushed the toilet with my foot, then went to the sink.
“I had to flush the condom I wrapped in napkins, damn. Now can I wash my hands? Do you wanna know why I wanna wash my hands? Yo ass got my pants wet,” Blaze suddenly said. “Can’t be fuckin’ yo ass in public, got me looking like I done pissed my damn self.”
Why would he say that?
“I hate you. Ugh, I swear,” I was blushing so hard.
“You done turned bright red in this bitch. Why you embarrassed?” He asked as we finished washing our hands.
“I’m not, damn. Ugh, fuck you.” I walked away from him and out the door. Blaze soon followed, coming behind me.
“Hold up, damn, I’m playing. What’s up with you taking everything to heart? What happened to I don’t give a fuck Peaches?”
She admitted to liking yo dumbass and started giving a fuck about what you thought.
Ignoring what he asked, my head nodded toward our table. “Blaze, whatever. Who’s ol’ boy?”
“Somebody I met around the way. He owns this place and stop eye fuckin’ him before I beat yo ass.”
“I wasn’t, I turned around when he came up.”
“I don’t give a fuck for reasons, you heard what I said,” he snapped at me.
Rolling my eyes, I flipped him off. “I’ll let you know when I’m worried about you tryna beat my ass,” I told him as we came to the table and I slid in with Blaze right behind me. As soon as we sat down, dude looked from Blaze to me nodding, then back. Before I could say something, Blaze started talking.
“This my girl, she good. So what’s up?” He said and dude shrugged.
“Shid, living you know. I talked to yo mans and shit was good. Nigga said momma did her thang cooking, dude still talking about it.” I was beyond confused. Why the hell were they talking about food?
“What he want?” Blaze asked and again dude looked at me. “Why the fuck you keep looking at her fah? Nigga, I’m over here. Now what the fuck he want?” Blaze snapped. Dude quickly looked away from me, clearing his throat.
Okay.
Pursing my lips together, I contained my laughter. With a shake of my head I began eating my food.
“Both,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper and sliding it across the table. Blaze picked it up and looked it over before taking a lighter from his pocket and burning the paper, then dropping it in his sprite.
“I got you,” he said, pulling out his phone and doing something to it before looking at me. “You finished?”
Taking a drink from my juice, I wiped my mouth with a napkin. I had just started eating and he was ready to go.
“No, but I can take it to go. You didn’t eat,” I pointed out, he was the main one talking about being hungry.
“I had mine wrapped to go,” Blaze said, taking money from his pocket, but Mark stopped him.
Mark took another glance my way. “I’ll take care of it.”
Looking away from him, I turned to Blaze. “Can you put my food with yours?” I asked him, about to grab the bag that was sitting on the table when we returned from the bathroom. Blaze pulled the bag from me, sitting it on the floor.
“N’all, I don’t want yo syrup and shit on my steak,” he said before calling the waiter. ”Aye, bring me another box.” Nodding, she quickly made her way to the back, returning a few seconds later with a container and a bag.
“Thanks,” giving her a polite smile, I put my food in the container then the bag.
“She’s new, huh? You—” Whatever Mark was about to say, Blaze quickly shut him up.
“Mark, yo business don’t mean shit to me, homey. Watch what’s about to come out yo damn mouth. She ain’t yo mothafuckin’ concern, yah dig? This my last time telling yo ass that. Let’s go, bae,” Blaze grabbed my hand, pulling me up from my seat, almost making me drop my purse.
“My bad, just wondering who she is, that’s all. But I’ll get up with you later.” His gaze fell on me before his hands went up and he started moving back.
Punk ass nigga.
Shaking my head with a slight laugh, I held Blaze’s hand, letting him lead the way out. Once we got outside to the truck, Blaze let me go, walking around to his side and opening his door.
“Why yo ass just standing there? Get in,” he stood at his opened door.
My hip cocked to the side as my arms folded over my chest. “Blaze, come open my door.” There was no hope for this damn man.
“I got it,” some random guy who was park next to us said, opening my door.
Blaze looked murderous, so much so, my black ass moved the fuck away from the truck as he slammed his door and then came around to my side.
“Bitch, yo ass did not just open…” Blaze dropped his ass, “…my…fuckin’ door?” He finished saying, stomping dude as soon as he hit the floor.
It wasn’t that s
erious, was it?
Blaze was literally stomping the shit out that man. “Man, stop, come on.” I tried to grab him only to be pushed away. I was about to hit him until I heard.
Woop, woop
Fuck!
***
The police sirens sounded before they pulled into the parking lot.
“Come on, man, damn. It’s not that serious, Blaze. Stop!” He still wasn’t listening. I just wanted to go home, it was like being out with King’s dumbass, I swear.
The police officers got out the car, both of them grabbed ahold of Blaze and pulled him off the man. Once they had him back, his dumbass snatched away from them.
“Get the fuck off of me!” He snapped as he snatched away.
“Blaze?” Both the officers said at the same time when he turned around. Blaze looked from one officer to the other, then started smiling.
“Davie, boy, what’s good my nigga? Damn, it’s been long,” Blaze said as he shook up with the tall bright skinned officer. That Davie person acted like he was hella excited to see Blaze, just as the dark skinned officer did. “Pete, yo punk ass finally got that damn badge, huh, bitch?” They laughed, doing the whole man hug thing.
Okay, so did they forget about the bleeding man over there on the ground? Blaze put his ass to sleep.
“Fuck that, when did you get out?” Pete, the dark one asked as Blaze leaned against their car.
This shit is crazy. Aren’t they suppose too be arresting his ass or something?
“About two months now. But I need to talk to yo pops about that shit, nigga was sweet as fuck,” Pete nodded his head at that.
“How’s business going?” David asked.
This was beyond crazy. Like who stood in the middle of a parking lot chatting with the police with an unconscious man lying on the ground?
Where they do this at?
“Which one?” He laughed, making me roll my eyes. “N’all, the lot doing good as well as the pool halls. I’m on my way to the lot now. What you niggas getting into later?” They were still having a conversation like nothing happened.
“My momma having some dinner, but after that I’m free,” David said.
“You know me, wherever food at that’s where I’ll be. So I’m with this nigga,” Pete added, laughing.
“I’ight then. I’ll get up with y’all later—” Blaze started, but Pete cut him off, looking over at me.
“Who that?” He nodded toward me.
“That’s my girl,” Blaze told ’em.
Hearing him say that had my insides twisting into knots. God, I hoped it didn’t show on my face.
“Fuck y’all looking so damn hard fah?”
“My bad, no disrespect. Little mama look familiar as hell, though,” David said starting at me hard.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” I said. He looked at Blaze then back to me, licking his lips. Him doing so drew my attention to them. Nice, full.
“I don’t think my mans would appreciate that, I ain’t caught yo name,” Davie said.
“Because I ain’t throw it,” I told ’em.
“I can arrest you for that mouth of yours.”
“And I can just put yours to work.” Blaze swirled around so fast I jumped back as he yanked me toward him by the front of my dress.
“Man, I’ll slap the fuck out yo ass! Get the fuck in the truck.” Blaze demanded in a low, hard tone before he pushed me back. The two officers behind him started laughing.
“I was only playing. Now that I think about it, you do look familiar. You know Cornell?” I asked him and he snapped his fingers together.
“I knew I seen you around—” he started, but Blaze cut him off.
“Who the fuck is Cornell?” He asked, making me laugh.
“A friend is all.” Cornell was one of my head buddies, but his ass started to get too damn clingy, showing up to my job, at my apartment. Dude was crazy and I didn’t do those. He gave good head no doubt, but his clingy had me looking past all that.
“Make me slap yo ass,” Blaze warned again and I laughed, walking up to him.
“Don’t be jealous, yo head game is better—” I whispered in a cute, flirty voice.
“Get the fuck off me. Didn’t I just tell you to get in the truck?” Again, he pushed me toward the truck then turned back to the cops. “I’ll get up with y’all later.” He shook up with them once more before pulling me into his side.
“I’ight, we’ll get at you.” Nodding, Blaze turned around, walking to the truck. “Aye, hold up!” Pete called after us and as we looked back he pointed to ol’ dude on the ground.
Well it’s about damn time they noticed him, even though dude was still out.
“Shid, I don’t know, I saw his ass like that when we came out. I was looking at him when y’all pulled up,” Blaze lied smoothly, making the other two laughed.
“Yo ass, nigga. Get the fuck outda here,” David said, shaking his head. “What he do?” He asked Blaze as he opened the passenger door for me.
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about. I found his ass like that. I’m out, don’t forget to tell yo pops to get at me,” he said, closing my door then walking around to his side. Blaze started the truck then pulled out, blowing once at the two officers before pulling off.
“They just gon’ let you leave like that? I mean, they know you lying. Hell, they had to pull you off dude.” That was some crazy shit.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, plain and simple. Coming to a stop light, Blaze grabbed the Broadway Café bag, sitting it in his lap and pulling out a white food container.
“You can’t eat and drive, Blaze. You should’ve ate before we left.”
“Shut up.” He opened the container just as the light turned green. “Shit, here.” Blaze handed the food container to me, so I opened it.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked, looking at the money in the container. He didn’t… No… “You used me? Oh my…” Turning around in my seat, I looked at him.
“Man, I don’t know what you talking about,” he nonchalantly stated as he drove.
I punched his ass.
“What the fuck wrong with you? Don’t you see me driving?” He snapped as he swirved the truck.
I punched his ass harder.
“You used me, wanting to go out to breakfast so you can sell this man shit? Are you serious, Blaze? Wow! God, I should’ve known that’s why the fucking conversation didn’t make sense and why he kept looking at me. What the fuck is wrong with you? Ugh.” As soon as he stopped at another red light I started hitting him. That was so low for him to do that. There I was thinking he was doing that for me, but it was to make some type of deal.
“Get the fuck off me,” Blaze snapped, pushing me back into the door, then slapping the shit outda me.
“You bitch!” Getting out of my seat, I jumped on him, punching his ass as hard as I could. “Yo dumbass gon’ fuckin’ use me,” I snapped, still punching him. Blaze suddenly got his hand around my neck, pushing me back into the steering wheel, slapping me again, then throwing me into my seat as he threw the truck in park.
“Bitch, you hit me again I’ma beat the fuck outda you!” Kicking his ass in the chin and making his head go back, I sat up before jumping back at him. This time Blaze knocked the shit outda me. I fell into my seat with my back hitting the door. “Yo dumbass—”
“Fuck you! That shit was foul as fuck, you dumb bitch. King ain’t never done no shit like that.” My feelings were so hurt.
“Bitch, I ain’t King—” The back of his hand hit hard across my face. I tried to hit him again only to have him jerk his head out the way before he slapped me again. “Yo ass better stop hitting me. Boss, you gon make me beat yo ass.”
“Fuck you! Take me home,” I snapped at him, I was so done with his dumbass.
“You’ll go home when I finish doing what the fuck I gotda do. Peaches, on G, if you hit me—” He started.
“Shut the fuck up talkin to me. Pull over
, I’ll walk home.” I did not want to be in the car with him anymore. That was what I got for playing every guy whoever became clingy or caught feelings for me. was Karma was fucking me raw and hard.
He wanted to talk about keeping shit real when he couldn’t do the same. I didn’t care about him living the life because that was his choice, but he sholdn’t have dragged me into that shit. Even if he did, he should’ve told me me about it and not been fuckin’ sneaky.
“Blaze, pull over.”
“Man, shut the fuck up.”
“No, you shut the fuck up and stop the fucking truck.” His ass knew he was making this deal when he hopped his triflin’ ass in the shower with me.
Once Blaze came to another stop light, I opened my door, about get out, only to have him yank me back.
“Man, close that fuckin’ door, damn. Yo ass always gotda act fuckin’ stupid,” Blaze snapped as he reached over, slamming my door.
I muffed him. “Me? You know what? You’re absolutely right, me. Now can you please take me home?” There was no point going back and forth with him.
“Now yo ass wanna go home? Why the fuck you mad? Yo ass wanted to go to breakfast, so I took you,” was his reply.
My head nodded as I stared out the window. “You right, so let’s drop it. Just get to where you going,” I said, leaving it at that. I wasn’t about to keep arguing with him.
His ass was foul, plain and simple.
Chapter 26
Peaches
Throughout the rest of the ride I didn’t say anything to Blaze. Maybe it was petty, but then again, I wasn’t taking any risks, shit was foul. If he would have told me what was about go down, I probably wouldn’t have accepted it, but I would of went along with it.
“I think yo ass busted my lip,” Blaze gazed in the mirror as he pulled into Carter’s Motors.
Why we were there, I didn’t know. But I wasn’t gon’ ask Blaze because I wasn’t talking to him. God, I hope he isn’t pretending to like me. I would think this now, after I done fuck’d his dumbass, not once, but twice.