by J Peach
“Peaches, you don’t wanna have my babies? Huh?”
“Hell no. Blaze, stop!” Grabbing his wrist, I squeezed it tightly as he pushed his hands into my scrubs and panties.
“I’m my own nigga, so can’t nobody warn you of me. Why you acting like that? You know in time you gon’ be the Misses with my seed so stop actin… Shit, I can’t let yo ass go after you just fuck me like that, fuck that. A nigga ain’t never came that fuckin’ hard, boss. I was like yo ass, I can’t feel my legs.”
I burst out laughing as I turned around, punching him. Then there was this side of Blaze which always seemed to outweigh the bad. Even so, no matter which side he showed, I couldn’t help but like it, him. He was so different, dangerous, rude, and talked hella shit. Always pulling his gun and always threatening to slap some damn body. But that made him, him.
“Man, yo ass better stop hitting me before I slap yo ass. Gon’ Peaches, man.” He laughed, pushing me away from him.
“You stupid, why would you say that?” I laughed as I settled myself on his lap.
“What? I was being real. Shid, I’m starting to wonder, yo ass wasn’t fuckin’ like that before.”
My brows rose at that and I muffed his head back. “Are you implying—”
“That you practicing with that chick you be kissing? Hell yeah, I’ma have to pop that bitch. She can’t be fuckin’ my shit.” He was so stupid.
“We don’t be fuckin’, she’s like my sister. Plus, I’m not gay. I’m just helping her make Mya jealous.” I shrugged.
“Well, I need to slap her ass then. If ol girl can hit you, I should be able to pop her in those big ass lips of hers.” I started laughing as he talked about Missy’s lips.
“I’m telling her too, don’t talk about my friend,” I said, hitting him.
“I don’t give a fuck. I ain’t scared of her big lip ass, shits cover her whole damn face. I don’t know why the fuck you laughing fah? I should slap yo ass fah kissing her.” I playfully slapped him before leaning forward and kissing him. “Did I tell you to kiss me?” Smiling, I licked his cheek and laughed as he pushed me back. “Yo ass too fuckin’ old to be doing that shit. Gon’ Peaches, before I strangle yo ass.”
“Whatever, you like that, so stop playing.”
“Man, why the fuck we still in this damn parking lot, though? We been in this thang for damn near two hours?” He looked at the time on his phone.
“I thought you had something to do today?” I didn’t want him missing anything important, it must have been if he wasn’t gon’ see me until tomorrow.
“Oh, shit. I forgot about that,” he said nonchalantly. Then he looked me over before that sexy smile came to his lips and he pushed his hips up. “You tryna ride?”
A small laugh left my mouth. “No, sir. Miss Kitty need a break.”
“Shit, I’m serious. We can go back to yours or mine.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth getting it wet.
“Stop that, we not having sex again. Plus, you got something to do right?” I wasn’t not about to have sex with him again. Nuh-uh. Nope!
“N’all, I lied. I ain’t got shit to do.” He shrugged.
I looked at him like he was stupid. “Blaze, you lying?” I said dumbly, again he shrugged and I hit him “Why would you lie? I missed work just so you can get yo dick wet, seriously. Oh, my God, he gon’ fire my ass for real. Unlike you, some people actually have to work. Damn!” My hand ran through my hair, that was that shit.
“Why you mad fah?”
“Are you really asking me that, Blaze, seriously? You think about it. After that shit that happened with you and Sly, Teyo took over at the clinic. I don’t know if he has something against me or if Sly done told him what happened, but since that shit happened Teyo ol’ funky ass been down my neck. Nigga, I need my damn job, that’s how my bills get paid.”
Teyo was Sly’s older brother and he’d been running the clinic as of late. What happened to Sly, I didn’t know nor was I going to ask. But his fuckin’ brother was a dick and stayed on my ass.
I’d been looking for another job, but hadn’t found anything yet. I’d gotten lucky with working for Sly because not only was he my brothers associate, but the clinic was his. Shid, I needed my damn job.
“Man, I’ll fuckin’ kill Teyo if he on that dumb shit,” he snapped, sitting up quick, almost making me fall from his sudden movement.
“Blaze, don’t okay. It ain’t that serious—”
“The fuck you mean it ain’t serious? Evidently it is if he coming at you about yo job and yo dumbass still there,” he suddenly snapped at me.
“It’s my fuckin’ job that pays my bills. I’m not you, baby, I got to work hard for mines. I need that job, so if I got to keep my mouth shut toward the nigga that’s writing my checks, then I’ma do that shit. I’ve been looking for something new, just haven’t found nothing yet,” I explained.
I could simply do without working with the money my folks left me, but I didn’t want to have to depend on that or King. I wanted to work for mines.
“You sound dumb as fuck. I can pay yo shit, the fuck yo talkin bout? I throw yo ass money every time we counting and its way more than that shit he’s paying you.”
“Do you not know me? I’m not looking for no handout. If I was in need of money I could easily get it from King. Even the money he do slip me, I don’t use. I make my own, I don’t want nobody paying shit for me. And if you think that’s what I’m wanting, then you truly don’t know shit about me and you fucking with the wrong one. Yo money is just that, yours. The shit you told me to hold is sitting in yo drawer under yo boxers. I don’t want yo money, baby, believe that. And if I did, that shit you throwing ain’t close to what I’ll charge just to deal with half yo shit.” Everything I just said was true, my daddy and King always told me shit wasn’t free in the world nobody was giving you something for nothing. I don’t work like that.
Mothafuckas always had a motive behind them and I wasn’t gon’ be dumb. Whether or not Blaze had a motive was unknown, but I doubted he did. Even so, I wasn’t taking no handouts unless I was feeding they asses, then that was different.
“Man, shut the fuck up. Ain’t nobody say yo ass was looking fah a damn handout. Boss, get yo dumbass out my shit, you just pissed me off,” he snapped, pushing the truck door open, getting out then turning toward me. “Get the fuck out.” Slipping on my shoes, I got out on my side slamming the door. “Don’t be slamming my fuckin’ door, I’ll choke yo ass.”
He was really mad because I didn’t want his money? Shouldn’t that be a good thing?
“You mad because I don’t want yo fuckin’ money, fo’real?” I did not understand that dude at all, but I knew one thing, I was not about to stand in that parking lot arguing with him. “Whatever, Blaze.” Looking around the parking lot, I found my car and started making my way to it.
“Peaches, where the fuck you going?” He asked.
“To my car and wait for my brother,” I called out as I kept walking. Sometimes it wasn’t even worth fighting with his dumbass when later we were going to be hugged up and fucking like horny teenagers.
Once I got to my car, it wasn’t long before Blaze was pulling into an empty spot next to me. “Blaze, ain’t nobody ‘bout to fight with you, so go somewhere.”
“You gon’ make me hurt you,” he threatened.
My lips pursed together in a pouty manner as I rolled my eyes. “Daddy, I ain’t worried about you,” I said as he came closer, muffing my head back.
“Don’t daddy me now. I still should slap yo ass.” Laughing, I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Get yo hands up off me, I might see somebody. Damn, hey baby,” he called to some girl walking by with a group of two girls and a guy. Two of the girls stopped, making Blaze laugh. “Man, I’m just fuckin’ with y’all little asses, gone.” Blaze laughed, shaking his head while waving them off. ”Young ass bitches need they ass whooped. All that shit on they face,” he said referring to their makeup.
“Why
you wanna fight with me? Huh?” I mumbled, seeing one of the girls looking back at Blaze, making me roll my eyes.
“I want to, that’s why.” Laying my head against his chest, a yawn left my mouth as my hands slid into his back pockets. “You sleepy?” He placed me on the hood of my car. Tilted my head up as his came down. That was why fighting with him was pointless. “You want me to take you home? We can come back for your car,” he said once he pulled back from the kiss.
“No, King’s on his way,” I told him. “You know how to break into cars?” I asked.
“Oh, damn, I’m offended as fuck. You asked me that shit because I’m black.” Laughing, I pinched his back. “No, I don’t.”
“You are so stupid, I do not like you,” I said biting at his chest.
“You wanna get in the truck, I can let the back seats down.” That offer sounded so good.
“Are you going to try and have sex with me?” It was sounding too damn good for the simple fact he actually offered.
“Shid, probably. With the way yo ass rode me, sex is all I’m thinking about. See,” he pushed into me and I felt his erection poke at my stomach, making me laugh. “Yo ass laughing, this shit is serious.”
I continued to laugh at his stupid self, I was not about to have sex with him. Magic dick always had a bitch sleepy as hell afterwards. I mean, that knock out shit left my ass sleep for five hours and when I wake up, my body was still humming.
My body is still buzzing, pussy clenching together.
“Are you hungry?” Blaze asked and I was thankful for the topic change.
“I can eat, but you got to pay.” He helped me off the hood then pulled me into his side.
“Shid, with that damn speech yo ass just gave, I thought you was gon’ be paying fah yo own food. That’s why I offered,” Blaze said, looking down at me and shaking his head. “I guess yo ass ain’t gon’ be eating, huh?”
“Dude, fo’real, my stuff is locked in my car. Blaze, don’t play with me. That’s okay I don’t know where yo ass sleeping at tonight.”
“Shid, with you. Don’t try to play that game, bae, ‘cause yo ass know you can’t sleep without me playing with those titties, so stop it.” Blaze exclaimed, holding the door open for me.
I broke out laughing as I entered the restaurant.
I swear this fuckin’ man get on my nerves.
Chapter 33
Peaches
“I’m dead ass serious, I never in my life, still to this day, seen a grow ass man, hood ass man, run around screaming like a bitch because of some damn bees. Shit was funny as fuck, ask King. Yo pops had niggas on the block crying laughing, grown mothafuckas. That shit was crazy, it was like once one got on his ass another came. Shit was funny as hell, he chewed our ass out later though. He was a cool ass dude,” Blaze said, still laughing as he picked at his rice.
I laughed with him because I knew my dad and he hated bees. One sting would have his ass in the hospital.
“That’s not funny, my daddy was highly allergenic to bees. One sting and he was swollen like a balloon and in the hospital,” I told him while laughing.
“Yeah, I found that out later on, but yo brotha wasn’t shit, that nigga stood there with us laughing.” I couldn’t come to King’s defense because my mom and I always laughed to. It was just that my dad’s reaction left no room for concern, his reaction was too funny. “Yo old dude was cool peoples though, some of everybody respected his ass. And the ones who didn’t really ain’t have a choice, but act like they did so they were fuck’d either way. He was a crazy, but smart man.” Blaze spoke of my dad like they were the best of friends, which he seemed to have that effect on everyone he met.
“Dumb, but smart? It’s a lot of those types around nowadays,” I said, giving him a pointed look.
“Make me slap yo ass. I’m a smart, clever mothafucka if you ask me.”
I laughed at that before pointing my folk at him. “Good thing I didn’t ask yo ass. Blaze, gon’ we in public.” I laughed as he got out his seat. “You too old to be acting like that.” Shaking my hea, I picked up a piece of shrimp and threw it at him. “I quit. So how you meet my dad?” I asked him, smiling at the smile he was giving me.
“Yo pops would probably kill my ass if he knew I was fuckin’ his baby girl, let alone was her first. Damn, I can feel that hot bullet now.” He emphasized with a rub to his chest. “I met yo old man when I was about thirteen. He was a hard mothafucka, but shid, in the end his ways paid off. Back in the day when it was just me and Sam, we ain’t ever made as much money as we did before getting with yo pops. Smart man as I said.
“Both Sam and I was days from dropping out, shid, I had my moms and sister to feed, school wasn’t important. A nigga thought he was on until I met yo pops. Dude had a nigga feeling little as fuck. Shid, I ain’t even wanna slang no mo after he told us we were some dumb ass niggas that wasn’t making shit. And to prove us right, nigga sent King’s ass out on a run. ‘Bout an hour later that nigga came back with twice as much then what we made in a month combined. Man, I ain’t ever felt so disrespected or small in my life. I started to rock his ass and run,” he recalled.
Blaze running from someone was a hard concept to grasp.
“You laughing, I’m serious. But I didn’t, yo father was a scary mothafucka. Man, I hated being alone with that nigga, boss. From the shit I was hearing about his ass, I always just expected him to start shooting for no reason. But after we explained why we were slanging, he understood. Threw us both twenty-five each and told us we were working for ’em, which was cool with me. Shid, I had my moms and sister, but working with him came with a price. We had to finish school and make good grades, otherwise we weren’t working.
“With the money we were making, shid, a nigga was making straight A’s and B’s’. He took us under him taught us a lot. You can’t be in this game if you don’t know the rules of it or the law, he use to always say. So once I graduated, I went to school for Criminal Justice. Never became a punk ass, but shid, I met hella niggas in that bitch tho. After I graduated, I went back and got my Masters in business.” Everything else he was saying was tuned out after that.
Blaze went to college? Not once, but twice.
“Wait, wait, wait. I’m confused here.” I would never understand this fuckin’ man! “So you went to college?” I asked him dumbly and he laughed, like actually laughed. That was the first time he actually looked genuine, carefree. That was the first time he talked about his life to me period.
“Yep, IUN. Why you so surprised? A nigga can’t go to school, damn?” He asked, laughing at me. I didn’t expect thiat from him at all. I mean he was a crazy hood.
“No. I mean yeah. I just didn’t—”
“Expect a nigga like me to be educated?”
“Yeah. Wait, no. Ugh, I hate you. That’s not funny.” Reaching over the table, I hit him because he was actually laughing at me. I didn’t understand what was happening here.
“Damn, baby, you think that lowly of me? That’s fuck’d up, I’m offended. I don’t know who gon’ play with those titties tonight because I ain’t coming home. Fuck that,” he said, biting into his bottom lip and trying not to laugh. But it was written all over his face and eyes.
“Nigga, please. Yo ass gon’ be there rubbing and pinching on both these,” I told him while pointing my fork from one breast too the other.
“And sucking,” I started laughing as he licked his lips while staring at my breast.
“Yo ass is too much, I swear. No, but seriously though, I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just shocking, I mean you’re crazy, like really crazy,” I tried to be serious. In a way I was, I just couldn’t picture Blaze in a class room with people without actually killing someone.
“Fuck you, Peaches. Yo short ass gon’ quit tryna play me.”
“I’m playing, well not about the crazy part. I guess I can’t call you a hood no more, huh?”
“What the fuck is a hood? You always say that shit.” He took a drink fro
m his Pepsi, his eyes still on me.
“What’s a hood? Just that. A community that’s never going to change or go anywhere. In turn, a hood is a person that’s never going anywhere in life,” I explained.
“That’s some shallow ass shit, on boss. Damn. That’s how you see me?” He asked, moving his drink out the way as he leaned on the table.
“You want me to lie or be honest?”
His brow rose at my question. “Never lie, always be real with me. Is that how you see me?”
“You’re King’s friend, so yeah I do. I don’t mean it in an offensive manner. King’s a hood. No matter how educated he is or how much money he has, he can’t leave the hood alone. Something’s always pulling him back. That hood mentality is embedded in him and no matter what, he won’t leave it. Look at you for instance, your paid, but at the end of the day you’re stuck in the hood, in these streets and it’s by choice.
“Most people don’t have an option, but the both of you do. King has money that can last him and some for a lifetime. I just don’t understand it. Which is why I said I’ll never date a hood, I don’t want to be stuck with him, nor do I want to worry about whether he’s going to come home or not.” My straw swirled in my drink as I shrugged. The intensity his eyes held made me want to look away but I couldn’t. The expression was so new, an emotion he was showing. I couldn’t.
“Why you ‘said’, past tense. Does that mean you changed your mind about dating a hood?” He asked licking his bottom lip.
I hadn’t even realized the slip and for him to catch it told me he was actually listening to what I was saying.
“I don’t know.” Had I changed my mind about dating a hood? No, it was just him. He was a hood, no doubt about it. He was changing everything.
“That’s not a no,” he stated, fingering the bracelet on my wrist. Every cell in my body chilled, causing a slight shiver to run through me as I began losing myself in those light brown eyes of his.
“But it’s not a yes,” I breathed, out licking my suddenly dry lips. Grabbing my wrist, he gave it a slight tug. Automatically, I stood from my seat, walking to him. Blaze pulled me into his lap.