A Dangerous Love 3: Undeniable Desires

by J Peach

  “I’m going to Muncie early. I just need some time to myself.” I needed to get my head right because Blaze had made it perfectly clear he wasn’t leaving me alone any time soon.

  “What happened with you and Blaze? Did he hurt you?” King stepped in front of me. He grabbed my face to look me over.

  With a roll of my I eyes, I pulled away from him and went to the closet.

  “Peaches—”

  “He didn’t hurt me, not psychically anyways. I just don’t want to deal with him no more,” I told him. Hearing King sighing had me looking at him. “What?” King suddenly looked like he’d aged at least twenty years.

  “Fuck, man, damn. Why the fuck yo ass ain’t leave the club when I told you to?” He snapped, leaving me even more confused. “Don’t yo ass realize what the fuck his ass just did?”

  “What?” He wasn’t making sense. I most definitely needed to get the fuck away from here.

  “You know that mothafucka crazy as hell?” King stated.

  “No shit, King. That’s why I want his ass to stay the fuck away from me.” Closing my suitcase, I zipped it up and snatched it off the bed.

  “Peaches, that nigga just let you beat his ass purposely, got his ass bleeding. Blaze ain’t letting nobody beat his ass without bodying or beating the shit out that mothafucka. Whatever the fuck he did have ’em feeling dirty as hell for him to let you fuck him up like that. Shid, that’s how I apologize to Ebony’s black ass when I done did or said some foul shit to her,” he said with a laugh as if reminiscing back when that shit happened.

  “Call me slow or whatever, but I don’t get it,” I stated dumbly. I was still confused as to what he was getting at.

  “Only way a nigga gon’ let any female put they hands on ’em without beating the mothafucka to death is if it’s his mama or his main. And only time he gon’ let his main beat his ass is if the nigga done said or did some unforgivable shit. Blaze don’t like no mothafuckin’ body, so for him to let you beat his ass…Y’all fuckin?” King suddenly asked.

  My eyes went wide. “The fuck? No!” I lied.

  He let out a relieved breath. “Man, I knew he liked yo ass, but I ain’t know it was this deep.”

  King saying that pissed me off once again. “Deep? Because of this you think Blaze like me? You just as dumb as his mothafuckin’ ass. I’m gone.” Ignoring King, I grabbed Cherry and left his house. Heading straight for the highway.

  ****

  “I must say, I didn’t expect to run into you here, let alone see you walking a cat on a leash.” Turning around, I laughed.

  “You know this is considered stalking, right?” I told him as I leaned on the back of the park bench.

  “I wouldn’t mind stalking, but, baby, this was luck,” he said, standing in front of me. “You seeing me again, so can I take you to dinner?”

  I shook my head as I pushed myself off the bench. I took in his baggy jeans and loose fitting shirt with his hat cocked to the right.

  “Sorry, baby, but I don’t do hood’s. Come on, Cherry.” Pulling on her leash, I walked away only to have him follow.

  “I ain’t no hood. Besides, I already told you—”

  “You ain’t tryna be my man, just a friend. A friend that’ll try fuckin’ me on the first date. Am I right?” My brow rose as I glanced at him.

  Laughing, Mark gave me a cute, boyish smile which I couldn’t help but return. He was a hood, but he didn’t seem as deep into it as King and Blaze were.

  “Of course, I got a swing built into my truck for my first dates.”

  I laughed before hitting him. “That’s some nasty shit. You joking right?” I asked and he shook his head.

  “Serious as hell. It’s built in the ceiling, wanna see it?”

  Again, I laughed. “No thanks, but it was nice running into you Mark. I have to go—”

  “Damn, a nigga can’t get no conversation. Man, I don’t know what happened between you and ol’ dude, but I ain’t no hood. I may dabble in buying some shit, but that’s about it. Doing that ain’t my life like it once was. Sweetheart, you just seem cool and I want to get to know you. We can always throw fuckin’ in, but it can wait. It’s no rush, I’ll even take my swing down,” he insisted with that same cute smile.

  Laughing, I stared at him, not understanding him at all.

  “One date. But I should let you know now that I like shopping, so you got to have a lot of money. I have four kids, I don’t know who their fathers are and I’m a burner,” I told him with a straight face. Mark looked like he didn’t know what to do or say, he just looked stuck. “I mean, you seem like a really nice guy, so I thought you should know. The burning I just got treated for, so don’t worry about that—”

  “The fuck yo ass lying fah?” He asked, dead ass serious. I kept my face straight as I gave him a confused look.

  “I’m not lying—” The slight smile that was forming on his lips vanished and I started laughing. “I’m playing, stop!” I laughed as he jumped for me.

  “That’s fuck’d up. I was two seconds from running away, damn,” he said, making me roll my eyes. “Everything was cool until you said burning.” Shaking his head, he laughed. “What you doing all the way out here anyways? Burning niggas?”

  I hit him as he fell into step with me.

  “No. For school, I had to take an EHR class again. I go back home Monday, but I might leave Tuesday, I don’t know yet. What about you?” I glanced at him.

  “Work. I might be going back Monday or Tuesday, I don’t know yet. It depends on when I can take you to dinner and a movie.”

  “And movie? Damn, you must really plan on getting in huh?” I asked laughing.

  “Something like that.” That cute boyish smile was back on his face, but he was a hood and I was done with that, them, him.

  Blaze had nothing to do with it, so why was he suddenly popping in my head?

  “No dinner or movie. An early lunch I can do,” I told him.

  “Damn. Okay, no dinner or movie. But I get to see you Monday and Tuesday while you’re here, then Friday,” he bargained. I was already shaking my head no to that. “Fine, Saturday. It’s my birthday, I’m having a party at the Rex and I’d like to see you.”

  “Maybe. Thanks for walking us home,” I said, stopping at the hotel Cherry and I were staying at. Looking away from me, Mark looked back, then to the hotel. He had walked us at least eight or nine blocks from the park.

  “Damn, it’s cool. Can I get your number and I’ll call you Monday with the place to meet me?” He pulled his phone from his pocket. Taking it from him, I called myself and then deleted the call from his log.

  “I’ll call you. Bye, Mark.” With a wave, I crossed the street, then walked into the Hamlet Marriot. Once in my room, I unhooked Cherry from her leash, throwing it by the door. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. “Cherry, I’m starving, Noodles it is, huh?” Grabbing a pack of chicken flavored noodles, I put them in the microwave just as my phone started ringing.

  “Hello?” I answered, not recognizing the number.

  “Why I got to do all this just to get an answer?” A groan left my mouth.

  “Why are you calling me, Blaze?” He wouldn’t leave me, alone he’d been calling and textin’ my phone since I’d left. The nigga ain’t even have the balls to apologize and he wanted me to pretend the hurtful shit he said was nothing.

  “Peaches, how long you gon’ keep this shit up, huh? Man, this shit getting old,” he said, already seeming frustrated.

  “Blaze, if it’s old then let it go. Just like I’m trying to do with you, but you’re making it harder than it needs to be. For real, damn. Bye, man—”

  “Boss, if you hang up this phone I’ma drive down there and strangle yo ass. I swear I ain’t fuckin’ playin’, Peaches.” He snapped into the line, making me roll my eyes.

  “But why, though, Blaze? I mean, I ain’t shit. And whatever we was doing wasn’t shit, remember? Yo words, so why the threat? I meant what I said and I’m not
going back on my word. I’m done, Blaze. How many times do I have to say it?” He was making it harder than it needed to be, probably not for him, but for me. Seeing as I actually did care for him.

  “Peaches, be real. Who you tryna convince? Me or you? You’ll never find another me,” he announced.

  “I don’t even want yo yellow ass, so what make yo dumbass think I wanna go out and find another fuckin’ hood that ain’t doing shit with they fuckin’ life? Bye, Blaze!”

  “Peaches, don’t hang up this fuckin’ phone, man!” His voice boomed through the line.

  I suddenly let out a laugh, call it a defense mechanism, so I wouldn’t cry.

  “You know what? You sounding real desperate and thirsty for a conversation right now. Only difference is, I’m not gon’ lie you that good shit and talk to you like I mean it.” That made him laugh a soft sensual laugh, one I hardly ever heard unless we were…

  Pulling the phone from my ear, I wiped away the stray tear that rolled down my left cheek. Looking at the screen, my finger hovered over the bright red button. Seeing a text come in had me avoiding the end button as I pulled the screen down.

  I’m desperate and thirsty. Peach, I miss you, man. Don’t hang up, the message read.

  Wiping my eyes, I put the phone back to my ear.

  “I hate you.” I told him as I continued to wipe my cheeks.

  “I know.”

  “Blaze, I’m done. So please don’t call me no more.”

  “Pea—’ Hanging up, I turned off my phone, forgetting all about my hunger and noodles while I climbed in the bed.

  Blindly, I watched the people on TV, not once hearing their words.

  I didn’t want to be stuck.

  I made the best choice for me. Right?

  Chapter 4

  Blaze

  “Here,” I took the blunt from Krystal, inhaled once, then twice. Then I let it out. “What happened? She hung up?” Hitting the blunt again, I didn’t say shit as I exhaled while tryna call her again.

  “Hey, you’ve reached Peaches. Sorry I couldn’t get to my phone at the moment, but if you leave your name, number, and a brief message, I promise to call you back.” Hanging up, I dialed again, only to get that same fuckin’ message.

  “Fuck!” This whole thing with Peaches was fuckin’ hard. I ain’t know what the fuck she wanted from me. I tried apologizing to her, but she wasn’t tryna hear it. What else was I supposed to do if her ass wasn’t tryna hear a nigga out?

  Damn, I wanted to strangle the fuck out of her stupid ass. Bitch always had to make shit difficult, shit could never be easy with Peaches. It wasn’t even worth the fuckin’ stress.

  If it wasn’t, why the fuck couldn’t I let her dumbass go?

  “Bae, you okay?” Krystal asked, straddling my hips.

  “It ain’t shit. What you getting into later on today?” I asked her, tryna push Peaches to the back of my mind.

  “Nothing. I thought we were gonna hangout. You said you were done with work, so I figured we could do something.” Taking the blunt from me, she put it out. “B, don’t stress over her. Bae, it’s obvious she wasn’t meant for you—”

  “Shut the fuck up! What the fuck yo ass know? Who asked yo ass shit? And even if she wasn’t, yo ass ain’t it either. Don’t speak on shit Peaches, yo. You don’t know shit, bitch, you ain’t her and you not getting her spot.” I snapped at Krystal, making her eyes roll.

  “I’m not asking to be her, nor do I wanna take her spot. I’m just saying. The way she’s acting is affecting you, that’s stress you shouldn’t have to deal with. If she can’t suck up what ever happened between y’all, why should you give a fuck when she obviously don’t is all I’m saying. So don’t get pissed at me, I’m on your side.” She ran her hands down the sides of my face. “Let’s go out and do something.”

  This bitch is crazy if she thinks I’m taking her ass anywhere.

  “Shid, we good right here. Gimme that blunt.” After handing it to me, she turned on the stereo. “You gon’ dance fah me?” I asked, licking my lips. Spreading my legs, I scooted down on the couch, watching Krystal shake her head.

  “No,” she laughed.

  “Come on, man, stop bullshittin’. Take off them shorts and dance for me.” Sitting up, I placed the blunt between my lips, grabbed Krystal and pulled her shorts off. That left her in just panties and a beater. Leaning back on the couch, I inhaled deeply then exhaled the weed smoke. I slammed Krystal on the ass as she bent over.

  Her hips moved from right to left as she shook her ass. Krystal’s booty was just stupid fat, had a nigga in trance watching her ass move. Then she had some wide ass hips to match. Shit was sexy as fuck. My dick twitched as it became stiff.

  I finished off the blunt and dropped the roach in the ashtray. Grabbing Krystal by her wide hips, I pulled her panties down. Turning around, she started to climb in my lap, too eager.

  “N’all, baby girl, lay on the couch.” She did as I asked. I got up, kneeled down in front of her, and then spread her legs. I blew on her pussy, then laughed as her sex started contracting immediately. Placing her leg on my shoulder, my tongue ran up her slit to her clit, flicking it over the swollen nub before moving down to her opening.

  “Oh, God!” Krystal moaned, grabbing the back of my head as my tongue thrust into her pussy, stroking her inner walls. The hand on the back of my neck tightened as her hips moved with the motion of my tongue. I went back to her clit, sucking the small nub into my mouth while thrusting two fingers inside her soaking, contracting sex. “Ooh, baby, right there. Ooh...” Her nails dug into the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to her pussy while she grinded against my face.

  She was nowhere near as sweet as Peaches, for that reason I didn’t eat her like I could’ve. Pressing down on her pubic bone, I started massaging the inner muscle while sucking a little harder on her pearl. Doing that had Krystal’s nails digging deeper as her legs began shake, hips jerked, and her back arched off the couch as she came hard.

  “Ah, ah, ah, shit, baby!” She moaned loudly, riding out her orgasm. Sitting up, I undid my pants then pulled my dick out. “You got a condom?”

  “We ain’t fuckin’, come on.” With a roll of her eyes, she sat up. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I brought her mouth to my dick. Without hesitation, she took me in, going to work. My grip tightened as I fuck’d her face. In the middle of me stroking my dick down her throat, my phone started ringing.

  “Yo?” I answered.

  “Aye, West low baby.” After that was said, the line went dead.

  “Fuck!” Krystal’s head started to bob faster as she practically swallowed my dick. “Gotdamn, baby girl.” Pulling back, she released me with a pop before licking from the base to the tip. She sucked on my mushroom shaped tip while licking around the sensitive rim before once again taking me deep into her throat as she massaged my sack.

  Krystal’s lips were at my pelvis when her throat suddenly squeezed around my dick, contracting once then twice before I busted down her throat.

  Pulling out her mouth, I tapped the head of my soldier against her lips. ”Ah, shit!” Squeezing out the last of my seed, I pulled away from her then went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off.

  I washed my dick off, then my hands before rinsing my mouth with Listerine. Once I finished getting myself right, I left the bathroom and went back into the living room.

  “You’re about to go?” Krystal asked, watching me grab my gun and keys off the side table.

  “Yeah, I’ll get up with you later.” I slid my phone in my pocket and looked at Krystal.

  She let out a loud sigh, flopping back on the couch.

  “Fuck you doing all that fah?” Her eyes rolled up, but she didn’t say nothing. Just sat there like a kid pouting. “You don’t hear me talkin’ to you?”

  “Why after we do this you always gotda up and leave? You just told me you didn’t have shit to do, but now you gotda go. Do you even like me, Blaze? Because with the way you act, it’s like yo
u don’t give a fuck about me at all.” She stared up at me.

  “When I told you I ain’t have shit to do, I didn’t. Now I do. You not liking that, I can’t do shit about. You being in yo feelings about it, though, kill that shit, man. You tryna guilt a nigga into staying here ain’t gon’ happen. This ain’t no relationship, we cool, that’s it. Krystal. Yo ass know that.” Again she rolled her eyes. “I’ight I’m out—”

  “Blaze, do you like me was the question?” Krystal stood up with her arms crossed, staring up at me.

  “I just said we cool,” this clingy bitch was starting to irritate the fuck outda me. If it wasn’t for that mouth, though, I would’ve been left her ass alone.

  “You know that’s not what I mean. Will there ever be an us?” She asked.

  “No, I don’t wanna fuck with you like that. I told you that, though. We cool, that’s it. I’ll hit you up later, i’ight?” Taking the money from my pocket and pulling off ten bills, I folded them up and then tucked the money between her arms. “Lose that damn attitude.”

  “Whatever, Blaze,” her lips popped as she rolled her neck.

  What the fuck she want me to do?

  With a nod of my head, I turned away from her only to feel her grab the back of my shirt a few seconds later.

  “Are you coming back when you’re done?” Her eyes turned soft as her face took on a pouty look.

  “Probably not, I’ll call you if I do.” Removing her hands from my shirt, I walked to the front door and left.

  Ain’t no way Peaches ass would’ve taken that shit. Krystal was cool, but once she started liking a nigga she became weak as fuck. Fuck that bitch, though. As long as she was willing to blow a nigga, I was gon’ keep going back to her stupid ass.

  ****

  “Aye, I’ma be down for a minute. Two of the clubs closed for the time being, but I’ma have you niggas out there hitting those streets tuff. When you need a re-up, text this line.” Sliding them a piece of paper, I continued. “That house in Marshall Town ‘bout to be up, though. Yo, I’m telling you niggas now, I don’t want no bullshit jumping off in that mothafucka. Leave yo bitch, hoes, whoever at the crib. It ain’t no fuckin’ hang out, this the only time I’m saying this shit. I ain’t giving no second chances, I see yo bitch or whoever, I’m dropping they ass then you.” They all nodded their heads in understanding.