Rotten Apple (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 1)

by B. B. Blaque

  “Crawl down to the floor, roll onto your back, and pull them up to your feet. I got ya jeans that’ll slide over the boots. Do one leg at a time and you’ll have it.”

  No question, Nixx was as awkward as I’d expected. There was no hidden stripper history there for sure. She was so busy on the floor that Cassie came in and out with the drinks and Nixx didn’t even notice.

  When the pants were in a pile, I laughed and reached out to help her up. “I knew those jeans would look even better in a heap on the floor.”

  She giggled and wagged a finger at me. At least she got the joke. Under the jeans, she wore sexy, lacy boy shorts that hugged her ass perfectly. They matched the tank and sat glowin’ up against what I knew would be a sweet little honey pot. The more I saw, the more I thanked my dumb Irish luck that I’d seen somethin’ in her. She was more incredible than I even dreamed—awkward as all hell, but with time she’d be doin’ circles around all them other little bitches.

  I turned Nixx around and pulled her onto my lap. Without pushin’ like earlier, she started grindin’ across my already hard dick. With totally hot clumsiness, she almost fell, but didn’t miss a beat when she turned around and licked my lips. Whoa, girl! When she pulled back, those icy eyes were half closed and her fingers came up in front of them.

  “Focus . . . focus . . . right . . . here.” Her hands grazed over her tits and down her body. I was payin’ close attention to every move. “Are you focusin’?”

  As naïve as she was when it came to bein’ in a titty bar, her natural instincts were on point and turnin’ me the fuck on. I reached out and pulled her closer. My hand went out to the white lace coverin’ her pussy and I dragged a finger up from between her legs until it stopped at her clit.

  “Does it feel like I’m focused?” I slid a finger under the lace and touched a freshly shaved pussy. She was goin’ with all of it and started to push the shorts down over a hip.

  Fuck that! I’m unwrappin’ this hot little bitch myself.

  My hand grabbed the one on her shorts and pulled it over to my belt. “Take it out.”

  That girl was just as hungry for me as I was for her. Without a millisecond of hesitation, she was workin’ my belt and had my cock out and in her hand like a pro. Those long, soft fingers felt great rubbin’ on my skin. Then it was my turn. I spun her around and peeled the shorts down slowly. Her body was somethin’ to savor and as everything came into view, I was too excited to keep goin’ slow. The mound of flesh between her legs was just too damned inviting. When I ran my fingers over it—that was it. She was twisted around, I had my dick buried all the way, and was standin’ with her in my arms.

  “Do you still need a song to feel sexy?” I bounced and got her against the wall across from the couch. “Never Gonna Give You Up” had just started. “‘Cause, girl, I want you to remember this song. You can’t help feelin’ sexy with Barry White. That’s a fact.”

  Nixx was pinned against the wall and her incredible legs were wrapped tightly around my back. She leaned in to kiss me and those long brown curls covered my face. I was devourin’ her mouth like a meal I’d been dyin’ to have. She was soaked on my cock and so fuckin’ tight. I knew she hadn’t been doin’ anyone—I’d been watchin’. It was my pussy to stretch for my fit.

  “Fuck, girl, you feel so fuckin’ amazing . . . squeeze on that big dick. Lemme feel that sweet little pussy grip me.” She listened and I started to feel her muscles tightening all around me. “That’s a good girl. Just like that, baby. Milk that cock.”

  Her hands were runnin’ through my hair and she took every inch like I was made for her hole. I spun away from the wall and took the body still hooked around me over to the couch. She’d be standin’ soon—the boots had to go. I reached to grab a foot, spread that leg open, and gave a firm tug until the shoe was off and flipped across the room. I did the same with the other and, except for socks and the tank around her waist, she was naked.

  I kept a leg in my hand and started glidin’ my hand over her stomach and up to her tits. She was tryin’ to rub up into me. Nixx was unbelievable.

  “Well, lookit who’s chasin’ that cock. You need more, don’t you?” The long fingers were on my dick again, tryin’ to grab it and put it back inside. There was a little sigh-squeal thing as she kept goin’ after what she wanted. “You want it so bad . . . beg for it. I betcha can do it.”

  There are so many layers to that girl—ball-bustin’ New Yorker; innocent, goofy and shy; and by God, a sexy little minx.

  Rattler is probably sittin’ at the bar stewin’ and waitin’ for a report.

  Nixx grabbed my hand and started to rub it on her tits and down her body. “I love your hands . . . rough like a man. Touch me, FOCUS.”

  My cock was throbbin’ to be back inside that pussy, but she needed to beg for it. In the meantime, I stroked it on her lips and teased the wet hole. “That doesn’t sound like beggin’ to me, girl. You want it, you gotta let me know how bad.”

  Fuck, woman, you are way better than I gave you credit for.

  I’ll still teach ya a thing or two.

  You bet your ass.

  “I don’t hear you. I guess you don’t want it.” I backed away and pretended to pull my jeans back up. The squeal she let go with was music to my ears.

  “No . . . no, no, no. Put it back, please. I need it, you just don’t understand! Please, FOCUS, don’t stop.”

  I hoped to hell she was as buck wild when she was sober.

  “I don’t know, baby . . . you feel amazing, but I’m just not feelin’ it. Beg Daddy for it, baby.” That struck a nerve. She pulled her legs down and scrambled to her knees in front of my dick.

  “Oh, God, please. Please. Please. Give it back, please.”

  There was such a beautiful urgency in her voice, kinda like if she didn’t get it, she’d die.

  “Please what, baby? It sounds like you sorta want it.” I stroked my cock in front of her face and teased at those luscious lips. She tried to get me into her mouth and I pulled back. “Oh, girl, you gotta do better than that. Please, what?”

  I glanced away from her face and the view over her body was a sight to behold. That ass was popped up high in the back. I imagined it crawlin’ around the stage like that. I also knew I’d definitely be bendin’ her over very soon.

  “Daddy, please. Please, Daddy, please give it back! I need to have your cock as deep as it can go. Please, Daddy.”

  It was all I could take, so I stood up, flipped her ass around, and pulled it back to my shaft. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t sweet. I slammed in hard and the gasp was so loud it stood out over the music.

  “Yeah, you want Daddy to fuck you . . . are you my slut? My sweet, nasty slut?”

  I wanted to see how far she’d go if I pushed. The more she responded to what I did and said, the harder it was to hold back.

  “Oh. My. God! Yes, Daddy! I am your filthy . . . nasty . . . dirty slut. Fill my hole. Do whatever you want, Daddy! Just please don’t stop, FOCUS. Please.”

  She had no clue what she was askin’ for.

  My hands grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises when I was done. I was poundin’ for all I was worth and gettin’ off on what a delicious surprise she was continuing to be.

  “You wanna feel my balls slappin’ that sweet cunt? Is that what you want, slut?” My hand landed a hard smack across her ass—the one I’d been dreamin’ of doin’ for weeks. I reached up and grabbed all of her hair and held her still while I rammed the hot, wet hole.

  The grip I had on her hair made it impossible to turn but I heard her loud and clear. It was almost a primal type thing.

  “Fuck me, FOCUS! Pound me . . . harder . . . don’t fuckin’ stop! Please don’t stop . . . harder, faster, hurt me!”

  She’d locked up her legs and it made her take all the impact. There was no way to move away from it like that and Nixx clearly didn’t want to.

  “You need to come, don’t you? I know that’s what you’re beggin’ for . . .
give it me, bitch! Come all over that thick cock.” I didn’t change the pace for a second. I’d push her over, and she’d be putty in my hands. “I’ll give you six seconds . . . six. If you don’t get off by then, you’ll have to wait.”

  That was the right trigger to get her to the top and throw her over.

  “One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . .”

  The pulsing and warmth started, the floodgates opened, and she screamed while she drenched my cock.

  “That’s it, baby. Keep comin’ for me.” I didn’t stop and pushed her for more. I picked up my pace and increased the intensity of my thrusts. Her breathin’ was almost like panting—Nixx was holdin’ nothin’ back. “Give it to me . . . lemme take one more. Come on, baby. Come for Daddy.”

  She screeched, panted, and howled while she came a second time. That was all she wrote. I pulled out and the load of hot, sticky cum coated her ass and dripped down the back of a thigh. When I was done, she practically collapsed to her knees—arms spread wide and beautifully spent and limp against the cool leather of the couch.

  I pulled up my jeans and started to adjust my belt. “You okay, baby? I didn’t break you, did I?”

  She moaned and I could even hear the smile in her voice. “Oh. My. God. Yes! I’m way more than okay. Holy, holy! You didn’t break me . . . I think you fixed me. Damn!”

  The surprises just kept comin’ and I wanted to see what would happen next.

  “Hey, FOCUS?” She sounded like she was high as a kite. “Can we maybe do it on the stage next time?”

  I just chuckled—the laugh she said she loves—and sat down next to her. Brown hair was everywhere around her but I dug through until I found her face.

  “If you’re lucky, maybe we can.”

  After that night, I wasn’t surprised she took to it as well as she did. That’s when the cork popped and all the champagne inside her exploded.

  There was no puttin’ it back once she let loose. My gawky, innocent, too sweet diner waitress was becomin’ a sexy, sultry, and super sassy swan right before our eyes. Rattler chewed on that one for a long time. The one he let get away.

  LITTLE DREAMER

  I opened my eyes and tried to look around, but everything was sideways. Disoriented didn’t even come close to how I felt. My head was poundin’ and everything else hurt. There was a tablecloth over me and I must’ve been usin’ my backpack as a pillow. I wiggled my feet—the boots were still there. Then I noticed a really sweet smell—like flowers. It only took a second to realize where I was.

  Holy shit! I’m in the dressing room!

  Things from the night before started flashin’ through my mind as I rolled over on the hard wooden bench in front of a row of lockers. All those damn drinks, there were girls talkin’ shit about somethin’, and my God, FOCUS! It was no wonder everything hurt.

  FOCUS! That man! Holy fuckballs!

  When I thought about what had happened in the back room, there was a quick surge through my body. First, I felt the excitement and wanted to do it again, then the sinkin’ feelin’ came over me.

  What if I walk out that door and he’s there, judging me, and thinkin’ I’m a horrible slut?

  Just like that prick back home.

  My ex couldn’t stand how much I loved sex—like I was a freak or somethin’. It made him so fuckin’ jealous and he started to follow me around. Like if I was gettin’ off on it so much, then I must be doin’ it with every guy in town. That’s why I moved away and went into self-imposed chastity mode. He said no man wanted a woman who was “ravenous” for sex.

  What the fuck did I do last night?

  He’s gonna hate me.

  I sat in that dressing room, chain-smokin’ and holding my achin’ head for God knows how long. I tried to work up the nerve to walk out.

  They wouldn’t have left me alone locked up in a strip club—titty bar—would they?

  No way!

  When I finished my cigarette, I tossed it in a toilet, took a deep breath, and quietly wobbled out the door in the new boots. Please don’t let him make it a whole thing. As I got closer to the bar, I heard male voices and a lump suddenly appeared in my throat.

  That’s Rattler.

  Fuck!

  The other one isn’t FOCUS. He’s a New Yorker.

  “Well, look who decided to join the party.” Rattler was sittin’ in the same spot as the night before. I wondered if he’d slept on the stool. Another guy was talkin’ to him and some dude was passed out on top of the bar.

  “FOCUS went to get coffee and bagels. I’m sure you need it. I gotta tell ya, it was hard . . .” Rattler grabbed his cock and laughed. “Not to come wake you up with some of this right here! You are a mighty fine piece of ass.”

  I was grateful when the guy he’d been talkin to reached out to shake my hand. “Nice to meet ya, kid. I’m Crucifix. Don’t let him rattle your cage too much. He’s got a big fuckin’ yap that don’t know when to quit.”

  I’m likin’ you already.

  “Good morning . . . I think.” I scratched my head, jumped onto a barstool, and quickly regretted not bein’ more careful. I’m gonna be thinkin’ about him every damn time I sit down. “I’m Nixx . . . at least I was when I walked in here last night.”

  Crucifix had long salt and pepper hair, a nicely shaped beard, and brown eyes—kinda like that movie star with the great voice. He was wearin’ a vest like FOCUS’ and Rattler’s with the same crown and skull patch on the back. When I stood in front of him, I noticed a few crosses hangin’ off the leather and another around his neck.

  Crucifix. Hmm.

  “Yeah, Nixx is comin’ to work for us . . . Ain’t that right, beautiful? FOCUS stole her from a diner in Brooklyn.”

  Crucifix got a weird look on his face and the two guys exchanged cockeyed glances.

  “Nah, don’t worry. It’s all good with Redhook and the Malevolent guys. She sure as fuck ain’t one of theirs. That diner’s not even on their radar.”

  One of theirs?

  “Cool, we don’t need any issues. With the old man bein’ in such a generous state of mind, the more respect we give, the better chance we got of gettin’ Brooklyn. I want Brooklyn.”

  Rattler smiled at me and walked around the bar.

  “Don’t worry about Nixx-a-licious here. She don’t have a clue what we’re talkin’ about.” He was behind the bar, rummaging around the cooler through what sounded like melted ice and water. “Ya want somethin’ to drink? Soda and water I got.”

  A bright light comin’ through the door was my savin’ grace. I didn’t wanna be alone with Rattler and Crucifix any more than I had to be. Especially Rattler. When the door closed and the blindin’ light was gone, I heard FOCUS’ voice.

  “Well, good mornin’ to you! Girl, I thought you was gonna sleep all damn day. I almost came in and fucked the shit outta you as a wake-up call.”

  Oh, look, it’s a theme.

  He put a cup of coffee and bag of bagels in front of me. “Eat. Ya need it. Coffee should help with what I’m sure is a hellacious headache.”

  FOCUS walked behind the bar with Rattler and started lookin’ around for somethin’ I couldn’t see. When he turned around, there were two of those weird shot cups in his hands.

  “Hair of the dog. Drink.” Just the thought of one of those things made me heave, but the way he put it on the bar said this isn’t open for discussion.”

  He poured the liquor in the center and followed it with the energy drink. Just smellin’ it made me queasy.

  “It might seem like a dumbass move, but believe me when I tell ya . . . been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. You’ll feel better.”

  It’d been so long since I’d really been drunk or even close. The whole chastity thing had gotten tossed out the window into the river with just one night of drinkin’. Alcohol and good decisions don’t mix well.

  “Does that shit really work? Or will I just puke all over the bar?” He quickly slid across the underside of the bar an
d came back with a beer bucket.

  “Yeah, it really does work, but just in case the first one don’t take, we’ll be prepared.”

  Again, as I seemed to have a pattern of doing with him, I agreed and drank the shot.

  “Oh, fuck! That was awful!” I quickly opened the bag of bagels and took a big bite of one. While I was still chewing, I grumbled. “That wasn’t nice . . . doesn’t taste the same the mornin’ after.”

  “Give it a few minutes. It’ll help set ya right. If one doesn’t work, the other will make ya right as rain.”

  I rolled my eyes, took another big bite of the bagel, and sneered at him the whole time I chewed. It was bizarre bein’ there during the day. The regular lights were on and all the glitz had been turned way down. It was just a place with tables, chairs, tons of mirrors, and dirty carpet. Even still, it was cooler than the diner.

  “Okay, so I didn’t puke last night.” I lit a cigarette and started to sip my coffee. “Does that mean you’re my boss now?”

  For some reason, I wanted him to say yes. I wanted to be around him more.

  “Yep. If I recall, that was the deal. The diner already knows you’re not comin’ back. That means you’re stuck with us.”

  He doesn’t ask. He just takes.

  Why is that so fuckin’ sexy?

  “Are you serious? How long have you been awake to talk to them? You’re unbelievable.”

  A smile spread across his face as he lit a cigar. “Girl, you’d already quit before I picked you up last night. Your boss was offered a nice little stipend to let ya go. He’s not pissed. I guarantee ya that.”

  Is he sexy or totally psycho?

  “Holy shit, FOCUS! It’s like you bought me or somethin’. What if I can’t handle it here? I can’t go back now.”

  Crucifix turned in his stool and smirked at me. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, kid. You’ll do just fine. My brother here doesn’t make mistakes.”

  FOCUS leaned in and pulled my chair to him. “We . . . I . . . bought your contract, if ya wanna look at it like that. I bet if I took you back into the champagne room again, or out on the stage right now, you’d be gettin’ off at the idea that I own you now.”