A Dangerous Love 3: Undeniable Desires

by J Peach

  “Apparently, I am. How was I suppose too know—” His hand smacked hard as hell on my ass, making me scream as my eyes blurred.

  “The fuck you mean how you supposed to know? Yo ass know the codes to my safes and it’s four of ’em. You know where both my spots at, Peaches! And you telling me that knowing all this shit never planted the fuckin’ thought that I like yo stupid ass in yo head?” I didn’t answer because I didn’t know how. Damn, I feel so fuckin’ stupid. “You don’t hear me talkin’ to you? I’m ‘bout to beat yo ass.” Oh, hell no! His hips rose and he began messing with his jeans.

  “Wait, I was just thinking, I don’t know why it never dawned on me. Ow, ow, ow! Blaze, stop! Oh, my God, I’m sorry!” This crazy mothafucka done took off his fuckin’ belt and started whoopin’ me. My ass was already hurting from his heavy hand, that just added to it. I was literally crying now, I tried bucking and wiggling, but that shit ain’t help, not with the way I was locked in between his legs. “Blaze, I’m sorry, I swear I am.”

  “N’all, fuck that. You only feel me when we fuck? You gon’ fuck me just to feel some shit? Outda everything else I done did and showed yo ass, that’s the only way you feel me? The fuck?” He was pissed and whooping my ass like I was his fuckin’ child.

  Tears were literally rolling up my forehead. “I wasn’t thinking about all that, Blaze, I swear! Stop! Damn, you psychotic bitch!” No it wasn’t smart to talk shit, but I couldn’t help it. This shit was hurting.

  He stopped, throwing the belt on the table.

  “Damn, yo ass red. If yo ass hit me I’m knocking you out. Now get yo ass up and get in the room.” Once he let me go, I stood. Even standing hurt, but that didn’t stop me from jumping on his ass. Blaze quickly balled up as I started punching him. “Peaches, get yo ass off me!”

  He was laughing? That shit wasn’t funny. I grabbed the belt off the table, but before I could hit him the belt was snatched from my hands and I was pushed back so he could get up. Once he was up, Blaze threw me over his shoulder, carrying me into his bedroom.

  “Blaze, put me down. I swear to God. Get off me!”

  “That’s what yo ass get, though. Next time open that big ass mouth of yours if you wanna know some shit,” he said, throwing me on the bed.

  “Fuck you! Yo ass ain’t even have to take it that damn far. We could’ve just talked,” Blaze stopped walking toward his bathroom to turn and look at me.

  “We could’ve talked? Peaches, now yo ass wanna think about talkin’ shit out. You should’ve been came to me with this shit. All this extra bullshit could’ve been fuckin’ avoided, yo. We wouldn’t even be like this if yo ass would’ve thought about talkin’. We like this because of yo scary ass, not me. And next time I hear yo ass say that, I’ma slap the fuck outda you.” I rolled my eyes. “Roll ’em again, I dare yo ass to.”

  “Blaze, you better leave me the fuck alone.” Looking away from him, I stayed lying in the spot he left me in. I was too fuckin’ old for that, my ass still hurt.

  Yellow bitch!

  “See, yo ass ain’t roll them eyes.”

  “Fuck you! And kiss my ass, Blaze,” I snapped at him.

  “After I run this water, I’ll do that.”

  Bitch! Ugh, I hate him.

  I couldn’t believe that shit just happened. After that, I wasn’t coming back, fuck being friends.

  I hadn’t thought about everything he was showing me and what people were saying. The shit he said clouded everything else that he showed me.

  Damn, why the hell didn’t I say that to him? If I had, maybe my ass wouldn’t have got a…

  I can’t even think what the hell I just got.

  This is beyond embarrassing.

  I hate him.

  Chapter 16

  Peaches

  “Come on.” Blaze’s hand rubbed against my sore butt.

  “Don’t touch me, I can walk.” Slapping his hands, I went to get up but he pushed me back down. “Blaze, gon’, I’m not about to play with you.”

  “I like you red. Yo ass looks plump, damn,” Blaze said, tracing along my cheeks as the bed dipped beside me. “Push yo ass out fah me.”

  My head quickly snapped in his direction, this caramel mothafucka done lost his mind.

  “Are you serious? Nigga, my ass sore as fuck and you think you about to hit? Blaze, move, now. I’m not playin’. I hope that water hot too, move.” Pushing his hands away from my ass, I got off the bed.

  “I need to start beatin’ that ass from now on. Red ass, shit sexy as fuck.” He squeezed my ass. Turning around, I hit him.

  “Gon’ now, Blaze. Damn, if you not kissing my red cheeks then don’t touch ’em.” He needed to kiss my ass. It was sore because of him.

  “Bend over, I’ll kiss it fah you.”

  I bent over the tub and Blaze’s lips touched one cheek then the other as his fingers found my clit.

  Sitting up, I pushed him away. “Hell n’all, nigga. This not that. I said kiss my sore ass not play with my pearl.” Getting in the tub, my eyes slid closed and I moaned as I enjoyed the feel of the steamy, hot water touching my sore butt. “You could’ve put bubbles in here.”

  “The fuck I look like? Ain’t no damn bubbles in this house, I’ll get yo ass some dish washing liquid.” I started laughing as he said that.

  “I swear, I do not like you.” Opening my eyes, I looked at him while shaking my head. “You gon’ stand there or get in and give me a massage?” Blaze stood there looking at me. ”Did you just roll yo eyes at me?” This was the first time since knowing Blaze that I’d seen him roll his eyes.

  “Man, fuck you. Yo ass want too much,” he said while walking out the bathroom only to return a few seconds later naked and with a black dry and face towel. “I don’t know why yo ass smiling fah.” Blaze got in behind me. Once he got settled, I moved back to him.

  Leaning into Blaze, I slid down until my shoulders were under water.

  “This would be better if we had bubbles,” I stated, making him groan. “Don’t be like that, just go buy go some bubbles, something that smell fruity.”

  “Yo ass getting beside yoself. I ain’t getting in no damn bubble water, fuck I look like?” He brought the soapy towel down the center of my breast.

  Blaze wasn’t washing nothing. His hands kept going down until he covered my mound. Smacking his arm, I snatched the towel away from him and started washing myself up. “Why you playin’ Peaches, damn?” He asked, grabbing for me.

  “Gon’ Blaze. I’m not having sex with you.”

  “Ain’t nobody tryna fuck, I was just gon’ play with her.” I stopped in the middle of washing my inner thighs to look back at him. He was dead serious.

  “Yo ol’ horny ass. No we ain’t fuckin’, you should’ve thought about that before you tried whoopin’ some damn body.” Grabbing me by the waist, Blaze sat me back down.

  “Tried? I ain’t try to do shit, I did. Tore that ass up, shit was funny as fuck.”

  I elbowed him in the ribs, making him laugh.

  “Wasn’t nothing funny about that. You had me crying.” My lips pursed together forming a pout.

  “I do Britt badass like that all the time. Only difference is she be having clothes on. I just had to whoop her little ass the other day, my moms and Marcus act like they scared to whoop her. Shid, I ain’t,” he shrugged as his hand ran down my stomach.

  Laughing, I turned my head to look at him. “You do not be whoopin’ that damn girl. She like what, seventeen?”

  “She sixteen, which don’t mean shit. Yo ass what, twenty-four? I just whooped yo ass. Age ain’t got shit to do— Stop pinching me, with yo I’m telling ass.” He laughed, making me roll my eyes.

  “That’s not funny, Blaze. I probably got welts on my butt. Next time I’ma cut or shoot you, I promise.” I was so serious, either my bullet was gon’ graze his ass or I was cutting him. Tryna whoop me like I was some fuckin’ kid.

  “I ain’t worried about it. So what we doing, Peach? Yo ass gon’ disa
ppear on me again?” I didn’t expect the question or the seriousness in his voice when he asked it. I didn’t know how to answer because I didn’t know.

  There was never a dull moment when we were together. I honestly enjoyed being with him, but the truth of the matter was that Blaze could hurt me. I took a chance before, and even though a few months had passed, his words still played in my head. Blaze said he didn’t mean it, but that didn’t change the fact that he said it.

  “I don’t know, Blaze. I’m not ready to jump back into anything and if today proved something, it’s that we can’t just be friends without sex getting involved or my feelings. Look at us. What friends do this?” I asked the question as I motioned between us and then the tub. I looked down at our intertwined fingers.

  “Yo ass gotda make everything difficult, we ain’t gotda be like other mothafuckas. Peach, man, we grown. Sex gon’ play into everything we do, but that’s a good thing though.”

  Laughing, I elbowed him. “Of course you would say that. But sex ain’t everything and I don’t wanna be just a fuck thing.”

  “Says the mothafucka who’s fuckin’ me to feel some shit.” A groan left my mouth as he said that because now that it was spoken out loud, the reason sounded dumb as hell. “I’m trying not to call yo stupid ass, dumb.” Turning around in his lap, I muffed him.

  “You just called me stupid, but you don’t wanna call me dumb. Is there really a difference?” I asked.

  “I didn’t think you would catch that.”

  I popped his chest lightly. “I hate you.”

  Blaze’s hand went to his chain around my neck, his fingers traced along the diamonds.

  “You can’t hate me, you gon’ always be my fuck thing. Mines only though. Before yo ass go pulling on my dick tryna make claim, you ain’t gotda worry about me fuckin’ these bitches out here, believe that. I might let a bitch suck my dick, but that’s it.” I laughed as he referred to the time I jerked his shit, claiming it was mine. “You laughing, yo ass fuck’d me up when you grabbed my shit though. Straight hoed a nigga.”

  “Don’t yo ass even—”

  “Fuck that, we ain’t talkin’ bout what I did. So this how its gon’ be, we gon’ chill, do this whack ass friend thing fah the time being. That whole no sex between us ain’t gon’ work. We can turn it down though, say six days a week, four times a day. So what you think?”

  What the fuck is he turning down?

  “Dude, get yo damn life, for real. Six days a week, four times a day. See, nuh-uh.” Getting off his lap, I got out the tub, grabbing his dry towel.

  “Peaches, come on. Where you going? It sounds good to me. Why you playin’?” Blaze yelled from behind me, laughing.

  His ass had problems. Six damn days a week? If we did that wasn’t shit changing.

  ****

  “Blaze, have you seen my phone?” Where the hell was my stuff at? Moving the pillows off the couch again, I searched the inside, checking for holes and everything. But I couldn’t find any.

  “N’all!” He yelled from his room,

  Now when we went into his room my phone, keys and purse were sitting on the couch. Now it was gone, all except for my purse. “Blaze?”

  “Fuck you yelling fah?” Blaze was leaning against the wall looking at me. “What is you doin’?” He asked, making me sigh.

  “I can’t find my keys and my damn phone. You haven’t seen them?”

  “Nope. Did you look under the couch?” Blaze’s hand ran over his cut wave head before rubbing the back of his head.

  “You liar. Give me my shit, Blaze.” I knew he had it, lying ass nigga.

  “Fuck you talkin’ bout. I ain’t got shit.” Fixing the couch back, I got up and walked over to him to check his pockets, but he slapped my hands. “What the hell wrong with you? Gon’ man. I ain’t got yo shit.”

  “You lying because you did this,” I mimicked him running a hand over his head then scratching the back of my head. “You always do that bullshit when you lie.”

  “The fuck you watching me so damn hard fah?” He pushed me away from him and then walked back into the bedroom.

  “I don’t watch you. Just give me my stuff so I can go.” I stood in front of him with my hand held out.

  “Yo ass got clothes over there, why you got on my shit?” He asked instead of giving me my stuff.

  I glanced down at myself and stared at the long white tube socks, his red boxers, and black beater that I had on. His clothes were comfortable.

  “Roll them damn socks down.” Slapping his hand away from my socks, I rolled my eyes at him. “You better lose that damn attitude.”

  “So you not gon’ give me my stuff?”

  “Nope. If you wanna leave that bad you can always take the bike. The key’s on the dresser, the helmet’s by the door.” Lying back on the bed, his right arm draped over his head while the other found its way into his basketball shorts.

  Why do men do that?

  “Blaze, you know I hate that thing. Where the keys to the Charger?” I asked.

  “They over there, you can take them. The car ain’t here, though. Where you gon’ go? King’s out with that big mouth girl— What you hit me fah.”

  “Don’t talk about Ebony, I will mace yo ass. Don’t do my bitch.” Laughing, Blaze caught my wrist and pulled me to him, causing a small scream to leave my mouth. “Stop playin’, you gon quit tryna do my friends. The only two you haven’t talked about is Kimmy and Angel.” He got a thoughtful look and I hit him. “Don’t even.”

  “What? I’m thinking. Kimmy the one with gay sister that knocked yo ass out, right?” He licked his lips and smiled.

  “She did not knock me out. But yeah, that’s Kim’s sister.” I was still pissed about that.

  “I don’t know what to say about her. Now that I think about that it, she probably the only one I ain’t had no problems with. But that damn black bitch, I almost killed her ass. Crazy mothafucka tried running me over in that little ass bug she drive.” The seriousness in his voice had me sitting up.

  “Who, Angel?” I asked dumbly, not wanting to believe it. But the glare his face contorted into had any doubt washing away.

  “That’s the little black one, right?”

  “Yeah,” I said the word slowly.

  “Then it was her. I had just walked out of Magic when her crazy ass came flying toward my ass. I tried blowing that mothafuckin’ car up.”

  My mouth hung open and I hit him. “You shot at my friend? Oh, my God, you could’ve killed her!” I snapped at him before reaching for his phone.

  “No shit. That was my plan when I pulled my damn gun. Crazy bitch almost hit me, the fuck you mean,” he snapped at me.

  “Shush,” I held my hand up. Blaze looked at me like I was stupid, but he didn’t say anything.

  “Who dis?” I let out a sigh of relief.

  “This Peaches. Blaze shot at you?” I heard her cuss before the line went quiet. “Hello?”

  “I’m sorry, Peaches. It was right after you told us what happened and I just so happened to see him. Before I knew what I was doing, my car was driving toward him. That bitch shot out my window with his crazy ass. Fuck wrong with him shooting at people?” She blurted it out as if she didn’t believe he’d done it.

  “Bitch, you tired hitting him. What the fuck, Ang?”

  “So. That didn’t give his ass a right to shoot at me,” she replied and I could just picture the duh look on her face.

  It wasn’t a laughing matter, but I couldn’t help it. She sounded so serious.

  “I don’t know why you laughing, I’m staying away from that crazy mothafucka now that I know he shoot at any damn body—”

  I just hung up the phone, I couldn’t stop laughing. This was some serious shit, but Angel’s ass was just stupid. No wonder her ass was single. I was surrounded by crazy mothafuckas, I swear.

  “Blaze, you can’t be shooting at my friends.”

  “Yo friends shouldn’t be tryna kill me. What you think, because th
ey yo friends I’ma treat they ass special? Fuck n’all. And when I see her little black ass, I’m slapping the fuck outda her,” he stated seriously.

  “No, you not. She tried hitting you and you… I can’t believe you shot at her,” I said. “I mean, it seems a little drastic, Blaze, don’t you think?”

  “Yo, she tried to run me over.”

  “So…” I started laughing as I said that, sounding like Angel’s ass.

  “That’s fuck’d up you just said that. I see how you feel though, it’s cool. N’all, hell n’all. Get up off me.” Rolling my eyes, I sat on his stomach crossing my leg. “Man, get the fuck up. Yo ass done sat Indian style. Fuck I look like?”

  “You lucky I’m not sitting on your face.”

  Blaze licked his lips before that wicked smile graced his lips. “You can, just take off them shorts.”

  “Mannish, just, just nasty.” Blaze laughed before rolling us, my folded legs pressed into my chest.

  “You like it though. Yo gon’ spend the night with me?” I bit into my bottom lip so I wouldn’t smile.

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “No, but I’m being nice to ask.”

  “Just for tonight. Now get off me.” Pushing my folded legs up, Blaze lifted so I could straighten them out, then he laid back on top of me. My arms wrapped around his waist as did my legs. Blaze’s head dropped down as my neck stretched up.

  The heels of my feet dug into his lower back once our lips touched. Biting into his bottom lip, I pulled it into my mouth, sucking on it.

  Blaze opened his mouth, pushing his tongue through my parted lips. Catching it between my teeth, I sucked on his tongue. Groaning, Blaze pulled back.

  “You always start this shit then wanna yell ‘I don’t wanna fuck’. Yo ass know what you be doing, making it seem like it’s me. I’ma stop believing that shit.” I started laughing while tryna kiss him again. “Hell n’all, get off me.” My brows rose at that.

  “Blaze, you’re on me.” Glaring at me, he slapped my forehead. “Ow! Why you hit me?”