Page 67 of Bad Apple

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I’d forgotten where we were, what was happening. In the house across the lawn, the light illuminates the room. Another figure appears in the doorway, which is standing wide open. Baron strolls in, a beer in one hand and his sucker in the other. He comes up behind the girl, pops the sucker in his mouth, and pulls down the front of his sweats just enough to free his cock. I can tell even from here it’s big, thick, and dark. He rocks his hips forward to put it in with zero warning.

The girl bucks and tries to pull away, but Duke is holding her head by the hair, and he keeps her in position. Baron reaches up to high five his brother before pulling back and thrusting hard into her. I suddenly remember the girls at lunch telling me that if they called, you had to go and let them do whatever they wanted to you. I feel sick and shamefully aroused at once. Royal’s hand is holding mine, firm but gentle, nothing like the rough treatment the guys are giving the blonde.

He moves his hand to my jeans, and I tense, but he doesn’t try to unbutton them. He slides his hand between my thighs, on top of my jeans. He doesn’t feel me up, just leaves his warm hand there, cupping my mound, the tips of his fingers between my thighs. The heat of his hand seeps through my jeans, and it’s impossible to ignore as it joins the heat pulsing between my legs as I watch his brothers fuck the blonde hard from both ends. It’s all I can do not to squirm against him, get the friction my body wants.

My breath comes fast as I watch the scene unfold next door. Duke finally releases the girl’s hair and slides down the bed onto his back. She climbs onto him, sinking down onto his cock and riding him while Baron stands there finishing his beer. When he’s done, he sets the bottle down and comes over to the bed again, climbing on and pushing the girl forward. She rests on her hands while he puts it in her ass this time.

Royal’s chest brushes my back with each breath. We’re both soaked, and I’m shivering but hot at the same time. He takes my wet hair in one hand, moving it aside and rubbing his nose against the back of my neck, sending a chill racing down my spine. “Want me to do that to you?” he asks, sliding his hand from between my legs to the front of my pelvis, pressing gently against my lower belly and hooking his thumb into the top of my jeans.

I jerk back to the present, to reality. We shouldn’t be watching this. It’s not just naughty or dirty or kinky. It’s wrong for us to watch it without them knowing.

“No,” I say, twisting in Royal’s arms. I’m suddenly facing his chest, with my back to the railing, and I’m not sure that was such a smart move.

His shirt sticks to his skin, and I can see every chiseled line of his body, the ridges of his abs, his pecs sculpted like marble, the hard points of his nipples. I want to touch him so bad it hurts, but I grip the railing on either side of my hips instead.

“You sure about that, Cherry Pie?” he asks, bracing his hands on the railing beside mine, caging me in. “It could be our dirty little secret. I wouldn’t tell anyone and ruin your lone wolf reputation.”

“My what?” I ask, letting out a shaky laugh. I’m a lone wolf because I have no friends, not because I don’t want them. I spent so much time telling myself otherwise and acting like it, that maybe I convinced everyone. Everyone but myself, that is.

I’m okay with him not knowing that, though.

“Your reputation,” he says, rocking back and forward on his heels. “You’re the badass little chick who came in and didn’t want anything to do with the status quo, aren’t you? The rebel girl who’d rather go hang out and smoke under the bleachers than buy into our games.”

“What about your reputation?” I ask.

“That’s why I said it would be our dirty little secret.”

“I’ll pass,” I say. “I’m not into being the king’s mistress.”

He searches my face for a long moment, then reaches up to cup my cheek. I want to nestle into his touch, to revel in the way my face fits into his huge hand. Instead, I force myself to be still, to watch him. I’d give all the money in my stash to know what he’s thinking right now, but his face gives nothing away. Rain trickles down his skin, wetting his dark hair and making it curl, but his eyes are unreadable in the dark.

His gaze flickers to the scene behind me, then back to my face. “Then I guess this will have to be our dirty little secret,” he says. “Now let’s get you out of here before anyone sees you.”

He vaults over the railing, dropping down to the first level and landing on his feet. It’s about a ten-foot drop, and I’m not sure I want to jump, but I also don’t want to look like a pussy, so I jump, too. When I land on my feet, knees bent, a burst of adrenaline shoots through me. I pop up to my full height like I do that shit every day. I can’t help but grin up at Royal, though. I fucking nailed it.

He looks pretty damn impressed, too, and a swell of pride unfurls in my chest like a new seed sprouting. Damn it. I shouldn’t care if he’s the one fucking a girl next door, and I definitely shouldn’t care if he thinks I’m cool.

Too late,a little voice inside me whispers.

A pair of headlights passes the house and swings into the white gravel drive of the Dolce house, and Royal grabs me and presses me back into the shadows until the car disappears behind the house. Then he steps away from me, his shoulders squared.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” he says, starting that way without waiting for an answer. I catch up to him, scolding myself for the stupid thoughts cluttering my brain. I remind myself that he’s an alien, a being from a different world than the one I live in. We have nothing in common, and he’s made his feelings about me perfectly clear. I don’t even know what to say to him now. Thanking him feels ridiculous.

But he caught me spying on him, and he could have called the cops, or hurt me, and he didn’t.

We don’t speak again until we reach the car. Royal stops and leans against the driver’s side door, his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at me.

So, whatever ceasefire that was back there, I guess it’s over.

“Next time you want to trespass, look for cameras,” he says. “I knew you were here the minute you climbed the fence.”

“Thanks for the tip,” I say lightly. Now that we’re out here, away from the houses, fear tickles at my nerves. Not that anyone there would have helped me, but we’re alone now, in the dark, and no one knows where I am.

Royal works his jaw back and forth. “If you want us to do that to you, show up here again,” he says. “Whenever you want. Except I’ll be joining if we’re nailing you.”

I swallow hard, crossing my arms in a mirror of his pose, but I’m holding myself hard to keep from shaking. “You’re threatening to gang rape me if I come back?”

“I’m telling you what your presence in my neighborhood means. I know what car you drive now, and I know you wouldn’t be stupid enough to think you could get away with spying on us again. So the only reason you’ll show up here is to get a chance to experience what you witnessed tonight for yourself.”


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