by J Peach
Glancing at him, I rolled my eyes again. “Says the nigga that practically just called me a hoe, but it is what it is. You’re entitled to think what you want, it ain’t like I give a fuck. Just like I can think what I want. And for the record, I never said you wasn’t shit. Hell, I don’t even talk about you. But you’re not going to be disrespecting me either. If it’s gon’ be like that then it’s best that we stay away from each other,” I said with a tone of indifference.
“We too much alike.” He chuckled. “I can see it now, we ain’t gon’ get along. But we can make it work.”
“If we don’t get long that’s because of you,” I laughed. “I’m cool with everybody. Just as long as you stop acting like King, then we’re not going to have a problem,” I told him truthfully.
“I get you grown, but if you gon’ be mine then these nigga’s you fucking with, you got to let’ em go. Believe I don’t mind popping no nigga.” Blaze warned in a serious tone of voice.
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You’re funny.” I left it at that, there wasn’t a point going back and forth with him. Then I had a second thought. ”Who said I was yours, or going to be for that matter? I’m enjoying my single, drama free life.”
“So you don’t want me to be yo man? Huh?” I didn’t say anything. ”Come here?” My eyebrows rose at that. Shaking my head, I turned back to the TV. That nigga was bipolar as hell and I didn’t have time for no crazy mothafuckas. “Peaches, you gon’ ignore me?” I still didn’t say anything, just continued to focus on the TV. It wasn’t long after the spot next to my feet dipped. “What if I said you still got yo job?”
I laughed at that while looking at him. “I could’ve told you that. Sly’s not stupid. He don’t want King on his ass for firing me for no reason. We’ve been knowing each other far too long for that bullshit you was tryna pull.” Looking at him and shaking my head, I smiled before laughing. “You were wrong for walking in there the way you did.”
“Shid, I was shocked to see Sly’s ass getting some, but then when I saw it was you I couldn’t help it. You’re too beautiful to be letting that nigga—”
“If it was you, would you be thinking that same thing?” I asked, turning and facing him fully.
Blaze licked his lips as he watched me. “The beautiful part, yeah. The fuckin, hell nall, but since it wasn’t, I don’t think you should be fucking these niggas.”
“Why are you so quick to judge when you don’t know the first thing about me?” I moved closer to him until I was straddling his hips, placing myself right on his dick.
“I don’t judge, I call it how I see it.”
“Point exactly. Whether you fail to realize it or not, that’s judging, Daddy. How you think you see me isn’t how it is, not in the least.” I trailed my hands up his chest, over his shoulders and then around his neck, pressing my chest to his, closing the space between us. Blaze moved his hands up my thighs trailing up to my waist.
Just that simple movement set my body ablaze and I found myself letting out a slow, shaky breath.
“Yes, I enjoy sex more than a little bit, but its oral sex only. Believe it or not, I’m still a virgin in all my holes. What you walked in on was Sly pushing his tip inside me, it wouldn’t have gon’ no farther than that. Sly’s the only one I let that close to fucking me. Daddy, I didn’t lie when I said I don’t return the favor, I just get head nothing more. I don’t fuck or suck no nigga and if you ever hear that I have, it’s a lie. The only parts on a man you’ll catch me sucking is here…”
My mouth went to his neck and I began to suck on the skin lightly, causing Blaze’s hands on my waist to tighten. That had me sucking harder as my hips started a slow but hard grind. “Here…” I whispered in his ear as I pulled the lobe into my mouth, giving it a hard suck before biting into it and then pulling back, kissing my way to his mouth. Once there, my tongue traced over his bottom lip.
Blaze’s mouth automatically parted. “Here…” I mumbled softly against his bottom lip, sucking on it lightly before moving back slightly. “And here…” My tongue flicked his top lip before catching it between my teeth, causing Blaze’s eyes to snap to mine. My eyes stayed locked with his as my mouth moved to his bottom lip.
Pecking his lips lightly, my arms tightened around his neck, so did his hold on my waist. As I began to kiss him, Blaze let out a groan. His left hand leaving my rocking hips coming to the side of my face as he deepened the kiss.
My head titled sideways, catching his tongue between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth, giving it a few sensual sucks then pulling away with a smile.
“And there. Those are the only five places you’ll ever hear that I sucked. I’m far from a hoe. My cherry is still intact and I plan on it staying that way,” I whispered, kissing him once more before climbing off his lap. My smile was wide as I slid back in my spot on the couch and once again starting my search to find something to watch. “I have some lotion in the bathroom in case you wanna take care of that,” I nodded toward the tent in his pants.
“Are you fucking serious?” Blaze asked, looking like he wanted to say more, but at that moment King and Sam walked in. They both stopped in their tracks, staring at us like they expected to find us doing something, especially King’s ass.
He looked down at Blaze. “The fuck wrong with you, Nigga? Folks lookin’ like somebody don’ ate his babies.” I burst out laughing at King’s dumbass as he looked down at Blaze. I swear that nigga did not need to smoke. “Peaches, what he do? Tryna spit game wasn’t he?” King asked, glaring at Blaze. “Nigga yo dick ain’t getting wet with this one, boss. Don’t fall for her, I’m telling you,” King suddenly said, making me laugh.
“King shut yo dumbass up. Why would you tell him that?” I asked, but didn’t really want the answer. However, King was so high he didn’t realize it.
“Shid, I’m being honest, yo ass be playing with niggas hearts. How you think I be knowing what yo ass be doing?” He shook his head while letting out a exasperated sigh. “Niggas that don’t know you my sister be talking about you, like grown ass niggas. Sometimes I have to do a double look at these mothafuckas, like ain’t you the same mothafucka that just popped off Smoke ass an hour ago. On G I’m telling you man, yo ass gon’ get my ass locked up for killing one of these mothafuckas. What the fuck you be doing to these nigga’s?” He asked, and I glanced at Sam who looked curious, like he really wanted to know. The wondering expression on his face had me laughing out loudly.
“King, shut up.” I was feeling hella embarrassed with King asking those questions.
“Nall, I’m being real. Shid, half my hoes don’t be whining like that and ain’t none of them bitches killas, you know what I’m saying?”
I looked from my brother to Blaze. Licking my lips, I locked eyes with him and smiled. “I just give ’em a taste of my sweet, juicy peach. It’s the best drug around, wanna taste?”
King snapped. “Peaches, don't get fuck’d up. Take yo ass to bed or something.”
“I was playing, dang. Calm down,” I laughed, clapping my hands together before what happened at work today came to mind. “Oh, King, why this old bussed ass bitch, Trina, come to my job? You know what? I gotda call my bitches for this shit,” I told them, getting up to get my phone.
After calling Kimmy, Angel, Ebony, and Missy over and telling them what happened with Trina, we all sat in my living room laughing at Angel’s ass because she was ready to fight. “And you didn’t beat her ass?” Angel jumped out her seat, making us laugh.
“Girl, sit yo small ass down. All that fuckin girl gotda do is flick yo ass and you falling over,” King told her and I burst out laughing.
“Fuck you, King. Small or not I can fuck some shit up, best believe that. In fact, bitch try me, run up, King,” She playfully snapped before jumping on King and started swinging. King pushed her off and got up, making Angel run across the room. “Nall, for real tho, go on King, ain’t nobody playing with yo ass.” She laughed.
“Nall, nall b
itch. Don’t run now!” I told her, laughing.
“For real, King, stop!” Angel belted as King yanked her up and then threw her over his shoulders. “Peaches, get yo brother.” King slapped her ass hard and Angel let out moan, making King freeze. “You know I like that rough shit. Keep playing, Daddy, you gon’ forget all about Ebony’s ass,” she spoke seriously, making King laugh.
“Get yo nasty ass outda here, you won’t be able to handle me, boss. I’ll have yo ass like her. Screaming, saying you feel me in yo stomach.” All eyes seemed to turn towards Ebony whose eyes were wide with disbelief, causing us all to burst out laughing.
“Damn, E, you can’t take the dick?” Missy cracked.
“Fuck y’all, and King shut the fuck up. Ugh, you get on my fuckin nerves,” Ebony snapped at him before changing the subject. “Anyways, back to Trina. So she’s Chase’s baby momma. I wouldn’t want to fuck with nobody that’s been in her,” Ebony replied, scrunching her nose up as if she smelled something funky.
“I ain’t fuckin’ him, he just gave me head. Shid, good head at that. You know me though, I can always find a new head buddy. It just be that clingy part that fucks me up. Niggas start thinking we’re dating after a while because he be tasting and we sometimes lay back watchin’ a movie or some shit. I’m not ready for all that though, I love being single,” I said while looking directly at Blaze.
He gave me a funky look which had me rolling my eyes as I looked at the others. Even though I had Sly, I was really starting to rethink us even being together. For him to punk out the way he did with Blaze, I couldn’t deal with a soft man. I knew he wasn’t tough, but I thought he’d at least put up a fight for us to be together. “Plus, having King for a brother, it’s not gon’ end well, not at all,” I told them truthfully, letting out an agitated sigh.
“Man, if you serious about a nigga then I ain’t gon’ trip on him. But if he hurts you, then hell yeah I’ma beat his ass or kill ‘em,” King said with a shrug as a thought came to me.
“You’re serious about that? If I really like a guy you wouldn’t trip? You’d support me and the relationship one hundred percent?” I asked, feeling slightly suspicious about his relaxed posture.
“Yeah,” he replied with a nod.
“Okay well…” I trailed off, not knowing how or if I should say something or not. Considering I was just thinking about saying forget it to what me and Sly had. But it had been seven, almost eight years of me constantly dealing with him.
“You like somebody?” King asked, leaning forward, resting his arms on his knees. I noticed everyone looking at me and I glanced at Blaze.
“I do, but I don’t know how you’re going to react about who it is.” The tightness in my stomach had me feeling like I was going to get sick. It felt like a setup.
“Oh, it’s somebody I know?”
Nodding my head, I looked at Sam.
“Oh shit, I already know!” The four of my bitches said in unison, making Sam and King look at them. But not Blaze, his eyes were burning a hole in the side of my face.
“Who is it?”
“Sly…” I trailed off, watching confusion take over King’s facial expression.
“Who?” King repeated dumbly.
“Sly.” I watched his face contort in recognition and my leg automatically started bouncing up and down.
“The fuck you mean, Sly? Dude I work with?” I quickly jumped out of my seat as he stood. I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. And I knew I was in trouble then.
CHAPTER 14
“Bitch, you done lost yo fucking mind.”
He moved so fast I didn’t even realize he had grabbed me until his hand grasped my throat and I was slammed into the wall. “You fucking that nigga, Peaches? Huh?” He yelled at me.
“King, no. Now let me go!” I wasn't a crier I hardly ever shed tearsuntil King pulled bullshit like that. That shit right there was the reason I didn’t date. The stinging to my cheek had my eyes widening as a tear slipped from my right eye and a second one left my left eye right after.
“Peaches, I swear on everything, if you lying, I’mma beat yo ass and kill that mothafucka. Now, is you fuckin’ him?”
Quickly wiping the tears from my eyes, I glared up at my brother.
“King, don’t start that shit. Let her go,” Missy snapped She started to get up until Ebony shook her head, warning her not to do so.
“No! I ain’t fucking him. I was just saying I like him, that’s it!” I yelled at him and his hand seemed to tighten. “King, let go—” My words got cut short as King was pushed from me by Blaze who had rocked him hard in the jaw.
“Fuck wrong with you, nigga, hitting on her because she like a nigga? I don’t give a fuck if you her brother, put yo hands on her again,” Blaze snapped as he pulled his 9mm from his pants and dropped it on the table, before pulling up his jeans. “I’ll beat yo ass, my nigga, and I put that on boss! You cool?” Blaze asked, looking at me. “Fuck wrong with you? Got her crying.” Blaze went to step up to King again and I pushed myself off the wall, getting in front of him.
“Don’t, okay, it’s cool,” I told Blaze while pushing him away from King. But I was soon pushed out the way once King got up.
“Nigga, this me all my mothafuckin’ day. I take care of her ass when these fuck ass niggas don’t give a fuck, including Sly! Niggas don’t give a fuck about her, all they ass want to do is claim they busted her first! Bitch, yo ass ever jump in our shit again I’ll… Nall, fuck that!” With that, shit got crazy as King started laying it to Blaze, making him fall into my flat screen TV.
“Oh my God! King! Stop!” I screamed at him. “Sam, stop them!” He made a grab for King, but King ducked sideways, causing Blaze to hit Sam hard as fuck. “Oh shit, King, Blaze, stop!”
“King, get off him!” Ebony yelled with me, but King wasn’t listening. Blaze blocked King’s last two punches that were aimed for his face, tangling their arms together before he head-butted the shit out of King, twice. Blaze’s fist soon followed, connecting to King’s jaw, which caused him fall back into Sam and they both fell. Blaze didn’t miss a beat as he got up and started throwing punch after punch to King's face and ribs.
I didn’t care what King might have done to me, at the end of the day he was still my brother. He was all I had.
Jerking Blaze as hard as I could, I pulled him off of King then jumped on his back. Catching one of his arms, I locked it with mine as I held tightly around his neck.
“Sam, get King!” I yelled at him and he quickly grabbed him before he could come back at Blaze.
“Peaches, let me the fuck go before I beat yo ass!” Blaze yelled, trying to get loose, but I wasn’t letting up. I had a good lock on him, or so I thought.
“Blaze calm down and I will. Sam, get King out of here!” Sam was looking like he was having problems keeping his hold on King. Weak ass nigga, man, I swear. “Angel, Kimmy, Missy, help him. Oh, shit!” I screamed out as Blaze pried my arms apart and then pushed me back, giving him time to jump to his feet! “Get him out, Blaze stop!” I yelled, jumping in front of him, trying to push him back, but Blaze simply flung my little ass on the couch. “Would y’all stop, damn, I have people that live under me! King! Fuck this!” I let out a frustrated growl and stomped to my dining room table, grabbed the Taser gun that was taped underneath.
“Nall, fuck that, let’ em go. Nigga, you wanna pop stupid like you don’t know!” Blaze snapped at King, pulling his shirt off and dropping a second gun on the couch just as King broke loose, knocking Angel, Kimmy and Missy on the floor.
These nigga’s were really going at it, I mean seriously rocking the shit out of each other in the face. Let it had been me, I would’ve been knocked the fuck out.
“Ah No! My table!” A scream left my mouth as King sent Blaze reeling down on my furniture, breaking it. I pointed the Taser gun and squeezed the trigger.
“Ahh!” King growled as one hand went to his back, but the mothafucka still ain’t fall.
/> What the fuck is he on? I wondered.
“Y’all breaking my shit! Stop!” They asses were still rounding on my broken table. “Fuck this, I’m calling the police!” As if I said the magic word, they both stopped, looking around stupidly.
“Who called the police?” Both those idiots asked in unison before looking at each other and laughing.
Okay, what the fuck?
“Get the fuck off me,” Blaze said, pushing King off him before spitting the blood from his mouth onto my carpet! Once up, King’s ass turned around and did the same shit.
“Yo ass always got to start some shit, I swear, dumbass,” Ebony snapped at King for the first time since the fight started. Grabbing her stuff, she continued to shake her head. “Peach, I’m gone, these nigga’s stupid. Call me tomorrow, boo.” The other girls agreed and left as well. After my eyes roamed around my destroyed living room, I just sat on the couch putting my hands on my head.
“Damn, Peaches I’m sorry—” King started and I just shook my head.
“Don’t even. Look at my fucking living room, King. Y’all busted my fuckin’ TV! Do you know how long it took me to save just to buy that,” I stated in a calm voice when on the inside I was anything but the calm. King's eyes followed mine as I looked down at my shattered table.
“Peaches, I can get you—”
“King, I don’t want yo fuckin' money! This bullshit could’ve been avoided, but you always gotda do this. And for what? Huh? To show how fuckin' controlling you are? I’m grown, I pay for my own shit. I’m working and going to school for the second time. I’m not a fucking kid, when are you going to realize that? Then you wanna put yo hands on me? You know what? Just get out! In fact, all y’all get yo disrespectful asses out my shit! Bye! Get the fuck out!” I yelled, pushing Sam and King towards the door.
“Peaches—” My fist went back and I socked King in his mouth.
“Nall, fuck you, King! You gon’ put yo fuckin' hands on me, you a bitch ass nigga! Boss, you are. Fuck you! Then you break my table, Mommy’s table, ‘cause you wanna act like a bitch!” I went to swing on him again, but was grabbed from behind by Blaze. “No, let me go, damn!” I kicked and fought to get a loose as I scowled at King. “You gon’ break my fuckin’ table, Mommy’s table? I fuckin’ hate you! Let me the fuck go!” I was trying my hardest not to cry, I just wanted to keep hitting him, but Blaze holding me was preventing me from doing so which only made the urge to cry even stronger.