A Dangerous Love: Addicted To Him

by J Peach

  “What the fuck?” Some dude yelled as the bottle landed a few inches from him. Missy’s mouth formed into an O as she pushed us the rest of the way inside of the house, closing the door behind us. Both Angel and I looked at her like she was crazy.

  “I’m high, I don’t know.” Glancing at Angel, seeing she wore the same expression, we burst out laughing at Missy’s seemingly serious excuse. “Don’t laugh, I can’t stand that bitch fo’ real. She was just all in my shit a few hours ago saying how she wanted to spend the night with me and shit, talking about laying up and just watching movies. I’m glad I didn’t stay my stupid ass at home like I told her. Dumbass hoe, I’m so fuckin’ done.” Missy wasn’t one to really show her feelings, but when she did, you knew she was hurt and that pissed me off.

  “Hold this.” Handing Angel my wrist bag, I started twisting my necklace around to unclamp it so I could get the brass knuckles off. Oh, I was about to beat Mya’s ass, had my bitch in there looking like she was about to cry. Nuh uh, that shit wasn’t even cool.

  “Nall, Peach, don’t even go out there. I promise it’s good.” My mouth opened and I was about to start reasoning with her about letting me beat Mya’s ass, but instead of words coming out, a scream left my mouth instead as someone grabbed me from behind, picking me up.

  “Damn, I didn’t expect to see you here.” The voice, I recognized immediately and laughed.

  “Leon, put me down you damn fool.” Once I was back on my feet, I turned around and hit him before giving him a hug. “I should kick yo ass. I thought you was one of these drunk fools trying get on my ass.”

  He laughed as he spoke to Angel and Missy. “Y’all looking good as usual. Am I gon’ get a dance from you two?” Angel pursed her lips together, acting as if she didn’t hear him as Missy looked him over.

  “Leon, no, my friends are off limits to yo triflin’ ass. What’s up though, baby? So we snitching on each other now, huh?” I asked, referring to him telling King about me and Chase the week before.

  “Shid, I don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout.” He changed subjects. “You talked to my brother? He was askin’ about you, told me to tell you to hit his line.” Rolling my eyes, I didn’t even want to think about his younger brother right then. He then directed his next question to my girls. “Y’all don’t mind if I steal her?”

  “Nuh uh, go on take her. Gon’ loosen her ass up some?” Angel asked while linking arms with Missy. “We’re about to get a drink.”

  “Come on, let’s dance.” Not protesting, I let Leon drag me in the living room where it was hot as fuck and musty from the multiple gyrating bodies. If there was one thing Mike could do, it was throw a house party. Whether it brought in ratchet bitches, hoes, triflin’ niggas or not, the shit was always hyped as ever.

  Gucci Mane blared through the deejay’s speakers as I danced with Leon. It was nothing but innocent grinding, hell, we were barely touching. We stayed on the floor dancing through a few songs until I got hot and thirsty. Grabbing Leon’s hand, I pulled him with me to the kitchen to get a much needed drink and to take off the hot leather jacket I still had on.

  “Damn, Peach, you looking good in that dress. King let you come out like that?” Opening the bottle of water, I took a long drink then let out a heavy breath.

  “King can’t tell me what to wear, I’m grown last I checked.” Leon laughed as he nodded his head.

  “I see yo grown ass. So, why you dodging Ron? He asks about you every time we talk.”

  Twisting the top on my water, I shrugged. “I’m not dodging him, I’ve just been crazy busy with work and school. I was planning on calling him sometime during the week,” lied, that was a big fat lie.

  Things between Leon’s brother and I were complicated as hell. Even though I’d never had a boyfriend because of King, Jerron was the closest it got. I hid my feelings from him, and they were deep, but then he left and my folks died. It was just a whole back and forth thing between us, which I was tired of. So for the past few years, other than a few calls every other six or seven months, I’d been avoiding him.

  “Yeah, right. Don’t be playing my brother like he one of yo little head buddies. The least you can do is call him and say what’s up.” Taking another sip of my water, I hummed.

  “I will, promise.” Laughing, Leon looked away from me toward the living room.

  “Look at that mothafucka right there. Man, I don’t know what’s up with yo girl, but you need to watch her ass. She be on some reckless shit with those niggas she be finding,” Leon said. The attitude in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

  Following his gaze, I found Angel grinding on some big, bulky, killer looking dude. That nigga was big as fuck and looked mean as hell. He had to be around six foot, three, maybe four, weighing about two hundred sixty pounds give or take of straight muscle. I never know what was up with my girl and big niggas.

  “That mothafucka look scary,” I commented, looking on as Angel’s little ass grinded and winded on dude, looking like she was really enjoying herself. S,o who was I to knock her type?

  “The other day her ass was in Voodoo about to leave with some nigga who looked just as crazy as that mothafucka.” Shaking his head, Leon seemed really pissed about this. Watching Angel turn around to face dude as she pulled his head down to whisper something in his ear, Leon had left me in the kitchen without another word as he made his way to the dance floor.

  After saying something to ol’ boy who was on Angel, dude walked off, not looking too happy about it. Neither did Angel as she slapped Leon in the back. Leon didn’t seem fazed by Angel’s attitude as he grabbed her. Of course she fought, but I’m guessing because Angel was high, she let it slide and started dancing with Leon while laughing at something he whispered in her ear.

  I got that Leon was just looking out for her, so how could anyone really be mad in the end? As I stood there watching my two friends dancing, a hand suddenly covered my mouth before I was lifted off my feet and pulled into a dark corner in the kitchen.

  “Estás tratando de meterme en problemas esta noche?” You’re trying to get me in trouble tonight? Hearing that had me laughing as I pushed myself more into him. “Por qué te pones ese vestido?” Why you wear that dress? He asked while dipping his head in the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin.

  Hooking my arm around the back of his neck, holding his head to me. I tilted mine further to the side, giving him more room. “Papi, King’s está aquí, si nos ve…” Daddy, King’s here if he sees us… I trailed off. Hearing him let out a breath, he began mumbling in my neck.

  “I know, I just saw him pull up.” Turning me around, he pressed me into the wall.

  “Sly, you just said King’s here, so stop before he walks in or somebody sees.” I mumbled before kissing his lips twice then pulling away only to have Sly pull me right back.

  “Let’s get outda here,” his thick Spanish accent was heavier than normal with him being turned on. As tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t just up and leave. That would raise suspicion and King would flip the fuck out thinking I’d ducked home with some random ass dude.

  “I can’t, King has to at least see me. But you can come home with me tonight.” Humming, Sly leaned down and kissed me again as his hand moved down to my ass, giving it a squeeze then a hard slap before letting go and pulling back.

  Sly was an associate of King’s, who he did business with on the side. I didn’t know the full history of their relationship, but I knew Sly had certain connections in Puerto Rico that King benefitted from and I knew my brother made a lot of money because of it.

  Sly was older than King by five years, which made him thirty-five. It wasn’t until one drunk night when I was fifteen, after Sly ate my pussy for the first time that I freaked out and told him my brother was going to kill him. That was when and how he learned that King was my brother. Hell, he was just as scared, so much so that I didn’t see him for about two years.

  It wasn’t until I turned seventeen that we met ba
ck up and had been going hard ever since. No one knew besides my girls. He was the only associate of King’s that I messed with.

  I was a virgin and Sly knew it. He never pressured me into sex because he knew I wasn’t ready. For that reason alone I liked him.

  “I’m tired of us sneaking around, Peaches.” Leaning up, I kissed Sly again to shut him up. He knew King would flip the fuck out if he found out we’d been semi-dating for the past few years. Given Sly being eleven years my senior, King wasn’t going to take that news good at all, for that reason, I was going to stall for as long as I could.

  “Sliverio,” I said, using his full name to let him know how serious I was. “I know, but can we please not do this here?” I asked with a sigh before deciding to change the subject. “What are you doing out here anyway? You sure you should be seen at such a hood party?”

  A smile came to his lips as he caught on to what I was doing. But I didn’t care, I knew my brother and he wouldn’t hesitant to beat the shit outda of Sly.

  “I have to let loose sometimes, that’s why we need to get out of here.” He couldn’t stay mad at me for too long because deep down, he knew, just like I did, King would try to kill him.

  Recently, he’d been pressuring me a lot about telling King about us. Maybe he was really ready to be out in the open with me. But the big question remained. Was I?

  “And Mike’s party is where you thought to get lose at, Sly? Stop. Somebody is going to see us,” I laughed as he picked me up bridal style with his head tucked in my neck, sucking at the skin. “Mr. Rodriquez, no marks,” placing a kiss on my neck, he lifted his head and started walking toward the back door. Sliding it open, he stepped into the night’s air.

  Just like inside, the backyard was packed with grinding bodies surrounding the pool area as well as niggas passed out on the grass. The music was loud and blaring from the deejay’s speakers as it switched from Gucci Mane to Lil Wayne to Juvenile. The deejay was live as hell.

  Spotting Mike and Kimmy by the pool in lawn chairs, Sly made his way over, still carrying me.

  “Fo’ real, put me down before King sees you and gets the wrong idea.” The closer we got to Mike the more nervous I got.

  “What’s the wrong idea?” Was Sly’s question. Ignoring my request to be put down, he continued to carry me over. “Now, you mad?” He asked, making me roll my eyes.

  “No, I just think you’re being stupid is all. I get you wanna tell him, but now isn’t the time to be all hugged up in his face. It’s best if I talked to him first.”

  “You’re not talking to him by yo’self. Peaches, I was serious when I said I love you and I want to be with you. If that means getting my ass beat, then so be it.” Hearing that dimmed my anger because I knew it was true.

  Did I love Sly? No, but I liked him a lot. Maybe one day it could possibly turn into love.

  “Look who it is, bae. I told you we wasn’t going to have to drag her ass out,” Kimmy joked, sitting in Mike’s lap.

  “If King ain’t give the go ahead, then we would’ve,” Mike joined in, laughing. Sly put me down as he stood behind me, feeling his body slightly shake had me glancing over at him.

  “Oh, that’s funny? Remember that. Nuh uh, go on, don’t even try to apologize,” I laughed as Sly grabbed me from behind.

  “Bae, you know I was playing—” Sly was saying until he was cut off.

  “Bae?” King’s voice came from behind us and I cussed to myself, but played it cool.

  “Yeah, bae. Sly knows he’s my baby,” I said it as a joke while turning around and hugging Sly. “Ain’t that right, bae?” My lips puckered up toward him, a look of confusion crossed his face before he started leaning toward me.

  Was he seriously thinking about kissing me? Turning my head, I looked at a glaring King with a smile plastered on my lips as Sly’s lips touched my cheek.

  “Get fuck’d up,” was all he said before walking up to Mike and shaking up with him. Pushing away from Sly, I gave him a what the fuck look, but he didn’t seem fazed one bit.

  Stupid ass dude, I swear.

  With King, of course, was Sam and Blaze.

  “I bet you feeling hella uncomfortable right now, huh?” I asked Blaze before looking at Sam, giving him a smile. “Hey—” My words were cut off as he hugged me, then kissed me on the cheek like he saw Mike do earlier.

  “What’s up, Peaches? Damn, you lookin’ good,” he said, looking me up and down.

  “So, do you,” I replied, taking in his semi-baggy Coogi jeans that hung low with the matching blue shirt.

  “Keep lookin’ like that I’ma think you want it,” Sam suddenly stated, making me laugh. Licking my lips, I continued to look at him.

  “Oh, Pretty Boy, I do. Trust, I wanna see what those lips of yours feel like.” Feeling Sly’s grip on my waist tighten brought the realization that he was still standing behind me, which I’d forgotten.

  “Let dance,” Sam offered his hands to me.

  “Sam, cool the fuck out. Nigga go get a drink,” Blaze stated before pushing Sam away from me, making him laugh.

  “Peaches, let’s dance.” Before I could respond Sly was already pulling me to the dance floor. Once we were far away from everybody else, slightly hiding behind a tree, Sly turned me around to face him. “What the fuck is you doing in front me, fo’ real?”

  “I wasn’t serious.” That was a lie. I was serious as hell. “It was just a front. I’ve been joking with both him and Blaze every time I see them. It’s nothing serious, Sly, damn. You can’t be acting like the jealous boyfriend when we aren’t even officially together.”

  “Then we need to change that, I don’t like this shit. Do you even wanna be with me?” My mouth opened, then closed. “That’s why you not rushing to tell him?”

  “Sly, I do wanna see where things go between us. Believe me, I really do, but I know my brother,” was my explanation.

  I wasn’t ready for a relationship for a lot of reasons, but a part of me felt like I at least owed Sly the benefit of the doubt before writing him off. I mean, he’d been eating my pussy since I was fifteen. He was actually the first, but with Jerron around, I kind of brushed him to the side. And given our huge age difference, it wouldn’t have worked. He never pressured me to have sex, so for that reason alone I could at least see if there was really something there. There had to be something if we’d kept that going for nine years.

  “I’ight, Peaches,” pressing my lips together, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Nall, go on, man,” Sly grabbed my arms, trying to pull them from his neck.

  “Don’t be mad at me, I promise to talk to him. Just give me a few days. Okay?” Turning around so my back was to him, I pressed my body against his, then brought his arms around to my front and began rolling my hips.

  “So, you gon do that?” Sly whispered in my ear.

  Glancing over at him, I nodded my head with a smile. Biting my bottom lip I started grinding into him, leaning forward my ass shook from side to side before I dropped down low into his crouch then coming back up. My ass stuck out, rolling against him until I reached his growing erection. Pressing harder into him, I started rolling and grinding on him.

  Holding onto my hips, Sly’s head went into my neck once again and he started sucking and kissing on my skin even giving me little bites. Smiling, I continued to work my hips against his growing dick.

  We danced like that through four, maybe five songs before I completely lost myself in the feel of his dick pressed into the crack of my ass. I knew it was time to stop. It was times like this that I hated being a virgin.

  “You tryna make me nut in my damn jeans? That shit ain’t cool, Peaches.” Sly groaned out as he stopped my rolling hips. “I need a drink.”

  Laughing, I turned around to face him. Standing on my tip toes, I kissed his cheek. “And a cold shower—” I started saying, but Sly cut me off.

  “Fuck you,” Sly said as he muffed my head back. Punching him in the arm, I laughed.

  “I was go
ing to say me too, so stop before I beat yo ass out here.” Grabbing his hand, I started pulling him toward the back doors where a few coolers sat. “You want a beer or water?” I asked while grabbing myself a bottle of water.

  “You can toss me a beer.” At the sound of his voice, I laughed. Grabbing two beers, I stood up straight. After handing Sly his beer, I gave Blaze the other one.

  “You welcome,” Blaze was sexy, I had to give it to him.

  “Yep,” he replied before looking at Sly. “What’s up, Sly. This you?” He asked, nodding toward me. Glancing at Sly, I hoped he didn’t say anything. But as I looked at him he seemed kind of nervous all of a sudden.

  “Nall, we just cool. I work at his clinic,” I answered, not knowing why Sly suddenly choked up when just a few minutes prior he’d been ready to step to King and let him know about us. “I’m nobody’s. What about you? I’m pretty sho you got a few bitches and baby mommas running about here.”

  Blaze shook his head as he tilted his bottle back. “Nall, sweetheart. I ain’t got no bitches, baby mommas, none of that. You sure you single, tho? I mean I don’t give a fuck if you are or not, it makes me no never mind,” Blaze finished saying, making it obvious he didn’t care what Sly was to me as he openly checked me out. I had to admit I was loving his boldness. “Sly, you don’t mind if I take her away from you for a bit?” When Sly didn’t respond, I looked at him again to see that he was looking pissed. But at the same time he wasn’t saying anything.

  “Why should he care? As I said, I’m single. No attachments to no one—” Blaze cut me off as he stepped closer to me with a slight mug to his features.

  “Could’ve fooled me with the way you two were out there, I was sho you two mothafuckas was about to start fuckin’.”

  Locking eyes with Blaze, I hummed. “You were staring pretty damn hard to see us from way over there. And if we suddenly did start fuckin’, so what? As I said, I’m single, with no attachments to nobody. Sly, I’ll see you later,” my eyes stayed locked with Blaze’s the entire time before I walked off the porch and back to where I last saw Kimmy.