by J Peach
A Dangerous Love
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A Dangerous Love
A Novel by J Peach
Copyright 2014 by J Peach A Dangerous Love
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First Edition September 2014
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Dedications:
To my two amazing kids, if it wasn’t for wanting to be better for you guys I wouldn’t have had the drive or determination to finish this story!
Acknowledgments:
I want thank my mother for her constant support toward my writing. To my amazing niece, Tay Monique, who’s the only person in my family that read my story and loved it. Tay Monique, I love you so much. You don’t even understand. Just the faith you had in me when it came to my nervousness with putting this story out, and the fact that you read it gave me that extra push I needed to go through with publishing. If it wasn’t for that and for my kids, I truly don’t think I would have had the courage to do this, which I was nervous as hell about doing. I love you for giving that extra push to put my work out!
Taylor Flemming- (Tay) girl, you don’t even need me to tell you what you mean to me. With meeting you, I can honestly say I found a lifelong best friend. Bitch, I love you! You were here before there was ever Him! Thanks for sticking with me chick! (Lol)
To all my followers on Wattpad, God, I love you guys as well for the nonstop support and love each and every one of you has shown me since I started writing on that site! My God, you guys will never understand how much y’all honestly mean to me! With sticking with me through the drama that site brought, it’s just so much. For that I love you guys!
Cash, Cash, Cash... I just wanna thank you for this opportunity to work with you and for being such an amazing publisher. Thank you for your straight forwardness, your patient but impatient mean ways. But if you wasn't like that, stuff wouldn't have gotten done at a timely pace. Even though at times you had me rolling my eyes and silently screaming at the phone (very irritating) regardless of these facts, you are a great teacher. Thank you for your willingness to explain/help me with whatever questions I had whether it was something big or small. You never really complained about my nagging ways. So, thank you and I'm happy to say you're my publisher/friend.
CHAPTER 1
"Fuck, baby, right there." My fingertips dug into the man’s head as I moaned out loudly. The heels of my feet pressed into his shoulder blades as I leaned further into the mirror, grinding against his face. Spreading my legs wider, I gave him complete access as his tongue flicked over my clit before latching onto the little pearl, sucking hard. "Ah fuck! Ah, baby, right there!" I panted as my thighs started to shake.
"Cum for me, baby," the man said as his hand came down on my clit once, then twice before sucking the swollen nub back into his mouth. Licking at my opening, his tongue went into my throbbing pussy, which my walls easily caught, trying to pull it further inside me. Once his thumb came to my swollen clit, toying with it, I was done. My muscles tightened, my body shook, and I came hard into his awaiting mouth.
Holding dude's head to my pussy, I made sure he tasted every drop, savoring the flavor of my sweet nectar. There was no telling if he would see me anymore, then again, with the head I just got I needed to save that nigga’s number.
Dude sucked on my still sensitive clit once more before kissing my inner thigh. Fixing my panties, he helped me off of the counter then pulled my dress down. Seeing that had a smile coming to my lips as well as a small laugh slipping through.
"What's funny, little mama?"
"Nothing really, I mean you fixing my clothes and shit. You ‘bout the first dude that done it without me having to get violent, you know. Shit, most niggas act like they don't understand what just a taste means." I shrugged, making him laugh. Cute. "So, what's your name?" I asked as he washed his hands. Clean, I like that.
"Chase, but all I asked for was a taste. You sweet tho, I wouldn't mind having another." Again, I laughed at his words. He didn’t know how much I would be holding him to that offer. Dude knew how to work those full lips and that tongue.
"How about I buy you a drink?" I offered while grabbing his hand walking toward the bathroom door.
"I can buy my own drink."
"I can see that." Taking in his six foot, two inch frame, black button down shirt, black Rolex, 501 Levi's, and a pair of black leather Timberland's, I could tell he wasn't a broke nigga, nor did I care if he was. Material things didn’t matter to me. Besides, he wasn't my man, just a dude that gave me head. Good head at that. So buying him a drink was the least I could do, and get his number.
Once we made it to the bar I called the bartender, Leon, over.
"What's up, Peaches? What you drinking?"
"Hey, Leon, let me get a Red Berry Ciroc. What you drinking, baby?" Glancing at Chase, Leon did the same. Chase licked his full lips and once again I took in his light skin, faded haircut, chin strap beard, light brown bedroom eyes. Love light brown eyes. A very handsome man he is.
"Don Julio," is all Chase said.
"Another one, Peaches? Damn, yo brother gon’ beat that ass," Leon whispered so only I could hear.
"I'm a grown ass woman, quit playing. My brother ain't got shit to do with what I do last I checked. Now can we please get our drinks? I don't want to sit here looking at yo face all damn night." I snapped, but knowing damn well that if my brother was there and saw me coming out of the bathroom with a dude, he would have, without a doubt, beat his ass and probably would have tried to kill him.
You could have said my brother was a bit overprotective when it came to me, seeing as I was all he had family wise and vice versa. Our mom and dad died in a car accident when I was sixteen and Ha'Keem was twenty-two. That was eight years ago and that nigga still treated me like I was twelve. But I didn't complain even though he failed to realize I could take care of myself.
Daddy made sure we both knew how to take care of ourselves before he died, especially with him being in the drug game where nigga's tended to get grimy and go after family. Trust and believe Daddy wasn't having any of that. Which is why no one even knew he had a daughter.
Once he died, Ha'Keem, whom everyone called King because he always tried to run shit, took over everything Daddy owned including playing the role as father to me. But that was nothing new, King had always been there for me since our dad was always out. So, who could really complain?
Once we got our drinks, I took him back to the table where my girls and a few dudes they picked up sat.
"Damn, Peaches, this how you doing it? Fuck you too then," Mike said, flipping me off, causing a laugh to leave my mouth.
Mike was sexy, no doubt about it, but he was conceited as fuck. I didn't have time for no man who thought he looked better than me. I mean it was cute sometimes, but damn, not twenty-four seven, three-hundred sixty-five days, sixty-six for a leap year. Sometimes I couldn’t stop myself from telling him to get
off his own dick, but he was cool as hell though.
"Mike, don't nobody have time for yo conceited ass. Plus, King gon’ beat that ass if he finds out you trying sneak in little sis room," my bitch, Kim, said before muffing him. Kim and Mike had been dating for a few years. Even though Mike gave me head once, Kim didn't tell me until after. That goes to say I didn't fuck with him no more after she told me. Wasn’t no nigga worth losing my main bitch over.
"Y'all stupid, but this Chase. Chase, that red head is Kim, my bitch. That’s Mike conceited ass. Ebony, Angel, and Missy." That was my group of friends, my only friends. Talk about some crazy bitches, hell, I didn't think crazy could even describe my girls.
Ebony was King's girl, had been since she was sixteen. Angel was my black, preppy, white girl, but don't let that fool you. Tiny or not, baby girl had them hands. Missy was my Puerto Rican bitch. Hell, no description could ever do her justice, just the race alone told people enough. And folks always wanted to talk about how black folks were crazy. Then you had me. I was the calm, cool one who kept shit in check and occasionally liked to get head. Enough said.
"Bitch, yo ass was gone for a long time. What kept you?" Kim asked, glancing over at Chase, making me laugh.
"Kimmy, don't play with me. I was talking, nothing more." Ignoring their stupidity, I turned back to Chase. "You aren’t from around here, are you? I’ve never seen you here before, especially in this shit hole of a place. So, you must be the new boy in town, huh?" I said, gesturing around the medium sized club.
"I’ve been here for about a month or so. How you figure I'm not from here? Gary ain't particularly small," he said with a raised brow and a sexy, crooked smile.
"Because I know this city and this club. Trust and believe, if you’re from here I would know. I would remember seeing someone as sexily handsome as yourself. You have a non-forgettable face. And besides, if you were from here we would've been friends," I told him and again, he laughed.
"So we’re friends now?"
"I would like to be…" Trailing off, I bit into my bottom lip, smiling.
"Is that so?"
Hell yeah, if his head game continued to be as good as it was. "Yeah, if you’re interested in being my friend you can give me your number." Taking my phone from my bra, I handed it to him. Chase looked at the phone, then back to me.
"What if I said no?"
"Baby, that's your choice. I don't have no gun to yo head. I'm trying to be your friend, not your woman." True, I wasn’t looking for a committed relationship.
"I like you. We can be friends most definitely," he said, chuckling as he put his number in my phone. As soon as he was done, it started ringing.
"I'll be right back. Hold on.” I answered the phone as I made my way toward the bathroom where it was quiet. “What's up, King?”
“Where you at?” My brother asked.
“I’m at Voodoo with the girls, why?”
'Yo, get up outda there. Yo ass got school in the morning—” He started speaking until I cut him off.
“Boy, don't be calling me with that shit, King. I’m grown last I checked.” I replied.
“Who the hell you calling boy? Don't get yo grown ass whooped. My dude just got out and we about to come through. Peaches, don't be there when I get there or that's yo ass. I'll be pulling up in two minutes.” With that, he hung up on me. How the hell he gonna tell me I need to leave when his ass two minutes away? What the fuck type of shit is that? A two minute warning, it’s going to take me that long to get to our table.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I left the bathroom, going back to the table where I saw this chick named Trina whispering something to Chase. I had nothing against the girl, hell, we never talked, but her name got around. It didn’t bother me for the simple fact Chase wasn't my man. He was free to do as he pleased.
"Kimmy, we got to go. King’s dumbass on his way here with some of his boys and you know how that nigga is if he calling for me to leave."
Ebony let out a groan before moving away from dude she was with. Her ass knew if King saw that shit he was gon’ beat that man’s ass, then hers.
"Why the fuck he got to bring that shit here? I’ma murk yo brother, real talk," Kimmy said, making me laugh.
"Right, he ain't worried about it. Plus, I got a class at eight so I need to get my ass in somebody's bed," I told her while grabbing my black leather jacket and my clutch bag before turning to Chase, who was still talking to Trina. "Hey, Chase, I'm about to head out. It was nice meeting you, Papi. Don’t be surprised if you get a text from me as early as tomorrow."
"Oh, I'll be expecting it. Thanks for the drink, ma. You better use that number too," he said, making me laugh. I was so calling him.
"I will, don't trip." Kissing his cheek, I walked away from him. Opening my clutch, I took out my small baby, putting her in my pocket before pulling the knife out, opening it, and putting that in my other pocket, gripping the handle tightly. Living in Gary, you never knew when a nigga might pop stupid.
Like I said, daddy taught me how to protect myself.
"Kimmy, you coming home with me tonight?" Mike asked, making me roll my eyes. As we were walking out the door, I went stumbling back from someone knocking into me hard, making the knife poke through my jacket.
"Damn, bitch! Watch where you going."
“Bitch?”
"You okay, Peaches?" I didn't even answer Angel back as she caught me.
"You the only bitch out here, and the word you were looking for was excuse me," I snapped at dude.
"Bitch—" Before he could finish his sentence I socked his ass in the mouth before pulling my small baby Ruger LCP out, cocking it, and pointing at him. Then I quickly pulled my knife from my pocket, holding it to his boy's dick.
"Nall, pretty boy, this ain't what you want, boss. Baby, I'm about that life, fuck with me if you wanna." I pressed my knife harder into his boy's dick. "Daddy, don't think for a second I won't cut yo dick off."
"Peaches, they ain't even worth it. Come on before K—" Angel was saying, but it was too late, King was there.
"Peaches, what the fuck you doing? Didn't I tell yo ass to go home?" My brother yelled from afar, but I wasn't trying to hear shit he was saying.
"Little mama, if I were you, I'd listen to my friends," his boy said to me.
"Good thing you’re not me because I'm not moving my knife from yo dick or my gun from his face until he apologize," I told him simple as that. Wasn't no nigga gon’ disrespect me when he was in the wrong, fuck that.
"Bitch, you better get that fuckin’ gun out my face if you ain't planning on using it." Shrugging, I shot at the same time I was yanked back, causing the gun to jerk sideways, barely missing his ear. "Bitch, you tried to shoot me!" Dude yelled, shock written all over his face.
"Peaches, what the fuck is wrong with you? Yo ass know better," King snapped.
"King, don't come yelling at me. Dude bumped into me and call me a bitch. He got me fucked up. I’m none of these dumbass bitches that's gon’ let a nigga come at me sideways, baby, I handle mine. Fuck with me, pretty boy on boss, I'll put a hot one in yo chest. Fucking bitch nigga pissing me off, punk ass mothafucka." Snapping, I made a jump for him.
"Peaches shut the fuck up and calm yo ass down."
Snatching away from King, I pushed him away from me. "Fuck you, King! Don’t bring your ass over here yelling when you don’t know what the hell happened."
"Who the fuck you think you’re talking to, Peaches?" Rolling my eyes, I didn't say anything else because I knew how King could get when he thought I was being disrespectful. Talk about an ass whoopin’, twenty-four or not, King would beat my ass and I didn't have time to be embarrassed. "That's what I thought. Now who called you a bitch?" He asked.
Pointing to the dude with the dreads I said, "Him, I don't know his name, but he rude as fuck. And his dude stepped to me. He was about to get his shit cut off." Ol’ dude’s friend was staring at me pretty hard. I didn’t like that. "What the fuck are you looki
ng at?" I snapped at him.
"Make me tell yo ass to shut up again," King snapped at me. Smacking my lips, I looked the other way before I said something else and got my ass slapped.
"King, who that, yo girl?" Dude that was staring at me asked.
"Nall B, that's my sister,” King answered before looking at the dude with dreads. “Sam, make this the last time I hear you come at her wrong. I’ma body yo ass, my nigga, real talk. From the sound of it, you owe baby girl an apology," King told him. Dreads, or as I now knew, Sam, spit blood from his mouth, looking at me.
"Damn, King, I didn't know she was yo sister. I'm sorry, sweetheart, I ain't mean no disrespect," Sam apologized.
I chose not to say anything because I didn’t want to get my ass kicked for saying, fuck him and his apology.
"Sam, what happened to yo mouth? Shit looking nasty as hell right now," King said, laughing before pulling me into his side, making me roll my eyes.
"Little mama socked his ass for calling her a bitch. But check this little bit, yo ass hold another knife to my shit I’ma put yo itty bitty ass on your head." My brow rose at the words 'itty bitty'. Those nigga's were all type of disrespectful. Everybody knew you didn't call a short person itty bitty, that was just rude and mean.
"Keep talking, Daddy, I’ma put those lips of yours to work," I told him, and he licked his lips, making me laugh. He had a nice set of lips on him. I decided that I just might have to see what those felt like.
"Blaze, you my dude, but I'll fuck you up. I know you just got out, but don't look this way, she off limits to all you niggas. Peaches, I don't know what you looking at. This ain't that, get yo stuff and get outda here. Yo ass got school tomorrow." Pushing out of King’s arms, I picked up my handbag, then my knife by Blaze’s foot. Closing it up, I put it in my pocket. Looking back to King, I held out my hand. "What?"
"Boy, give me my baby and stop playing so I can go." Giving me my gun back, I stood on my tiptoes, kissing his cheek. "I'll call you when I get home, love you."