Kings of Mercia Academy 1-4: The Complete Bully Romance

by Sofia Daniel

Edward ignored him and peppered kisses on my neck. My eyes fluttered closed, and I lost myself to the sensations of how he kissed and sucked and licked my sensitive flesh. When his fingertips skimmed my hardened nipples, I cried out. Blake was right. Edward was cheating, and as the referee of this little contest, I wasn’t complaining.

  The kisses traveled up to my jaw, and I tilted my head to the side and squeezed his shoulders. I wanted him to hurry and reach my lips. I wanted him to remain kissing me like this forever. Scratch that. I wanted the three of them—together.

  His lips made a slow, sensuous ascent up my jaw, and he reached the corner of my mouth. “You’re divine, Emilia.”

  “S-so are you,” I said between panting breaths.

  Someone to our left huffed his frustration. Blake, most probably. But he’d get his chance to top this kiss in round two.

  When our lips finally met in a kiss, it was like a tiny explosion. Sparks of pleasure jolted out from where our flesh met, raced past my nipples, and down to my twitching core. Edward swiped his tongue across the seam of my mouth, and I parted my lips, allowing him entrance. I thought he would take this kiss slowly, the way he had with my neck, but his tongue delved into my mouth deep and devouring and utterly demanding. I surrendered myself to his dizzying kisses, whimpered with each sweep of his tongue.

  For a moment, we weren’t in a limo. It was just Edward and me and the hardness pressing against my hip. Slickness gathered between my legs, and I shifted about, wishing I had straddled him, so his erection rubbed against my core instead.

  Edward held my hips steady and broke the kiss. A flush had crept up his pale skin, and his blue eyes were blown with need. “Any more of that, and I would have come to an explosive finish.”

  Blake snickered. “Your verdict, Emilia?”

  “Oh!” I held onto Edward’s shoulders to steady myself. “Very nice… but I might need another go with Blake, as I’ve forgotten—eep!”

  Henry’s strong hands lifted me off Edward’s lap, and he cradled me in his huge, muscular arms. I placed my palms on his chest, which reverberated with his quickened heartbeat. For several seconds we stared into each other’s souls, luxuriating in a closeness we hadn’t experienced since our final days in that room.

  Henry drew in a sharp breath, and his brows rose in a questioning gaze. He probably wondered if I would include him in this contest after I’d so harshly rejected him the day we had gone to visit his parents. My tongue darted out to moisten my lips, and his eyes tracked the movement. Then I curved my lips into a smile I hoped told him exactly how much I looked forward to this kiss.

  “If this is a contest for staring into Emilia’s eyes, I’d say Henry’s already won,” drawled Blake.

  Edward snorted a laugh.

  “Ignore those dickheads,” muttered Henry.

  I ran my hands up those glorious, hard pecs, over his collarbones, and up those bulging muscles that extended from his neck to his shoulder. Henry’s eyes blazed, and one of his hands slid up from around my waist, over my spine, and cradled the back of my neck.

  My lips met his in the softest of kisses. I longed to tell him this wasn’t just part of a dumb, best-kisser competition. That I wanted him just as much as I wanted Edward and Blake. Henry’s arms tightened around me, bringing us so close, his heart beat for us both. His lips moved against mine in a movement so heartbreakingly familiar, I wanted to sob my relief. I’d missed this. Missed him.

  This kiss was infinitely more loving than our encounter behind the oak tree. Infinitely more intimate. Henry’s tongue met mine in a series of sweet caresses that made my toes curl, and the throbbing between my legs developed into a pounding need. The hand at my waist slid down to cup my ass, and my core muscles clenched. Hard. And I pressed myself against his growing hardness.

  “Your verdict?” asked Blake from beside us.

  I broke the kiss and shook my head. “It’s escaped my mind. We’ll have to start again.”

  Blake chuckled and leaned close, when someone cleared their throat. I twisted around to find Duncan sitting on the edge of his seat. He had placed his half-full champagne glass in its special holder, and leaned forward, hands clasped.

  “H-Hobson.” Duncan’s voice was breathy, and fog coated the lens of his thick glasses. “Charlotte said I was an exemplary kisser, perhaps I can tender—”

  “Stop the car,” Edward barked into the intercom.

  The limo pulled over onto the side of the freeway.

  Duncan’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean to dump me on the hard shoulder?”

  “Take your champagne and sit in the front with the driver,” said Edward.

  Duncan’s lips thinned. “This is exactly why Charlotte’s the Queen of Elder House.” He grabbed his glass and the entire bottle of champagne, shuffled to the other side of the seat, opened the door, and stepped out into the left-hand shoulder of the freeway. “She’s giving all the victims of greedy wankers like you a chance.”

  Blake pulled the door closed and turned back to me. “What the hell will we find at that party?”

  The thought of girls trapped in an apartment with guys who had bought tickets to get close to them sent a shudder down my spine. I climbed off Henry and settled into the seat next to him.

  Henry wrapped his arm around me. “Coates might be an idiot, but he and the other members of the rugby team wouldn’t fall for a stupid scam like this, much less expect something from any of the girls. They’re more likely to intervene if anything gets out of hand.”

  My mind went back to the comment that injured rugby boy had made to a girl about the party, and I glanced up at Henry, brows drawn together. “Really? They acted like her enforcers.”

  “They didn’t do it for free,” said Blake. “Charlotte isn’t squeamish about paying lip service, if you catch my drift.”

  “Is that what she did for you?” I snapped.

  He sniffed. “I put a condom on it first.”

  “I didn’t notice.”

  “That’s because you were so dazzled by my cock.” He squeezed my thigh.

  I nodded. “Yeah,” I said in a flat voice. “That was probably it.”

  The boys continued mocking Blake and his blowjob escapade with Charlotte all the way through London. Eventually, the car stopped at a residential street in Westminster, close to the river, and the driver announced that we had reached our destination. Blake opened the limo door, and we all piled outside. I glanced down a road about four-hundred feet long with over two-dozen monkey puzzle trees on each side.

  We hurried down the road, knocking on every house with a red door and a kooky-looking, evergreen tree in front. Very few people answered their doors, and all said they weren’t holding a party of any kind. Considering the absence of loud music, I was inclined to agree with them.

  Halfway down the road, we found a house fitting the description. Outside stood a sign that read:

  BOURNEVILLES

  Property Auctions

  For Sale By

  AUCTION

  I opened my mouth to ask if this was one of his family’s companies, but clamped my lips shut. It would be indelicate to ask, considering why he had been disinherited. A moment later, Blake gave Henry a consolatory pat on the back, which answered my unasked question.

  Edward knocked on the red door, and an Asian man answered. “Hello?”

  I scrolled up the Saturday Correspondent article and glanced at the picture of the tenant. It was the same guy.

  “Good evening,” said Edward. “Is this where Charlotte’s party is being held?”

  His lips tightened. “Charlotte who?”

  “Underwood,” said Blake.

  Angry, red blotches appeared on his face. “For the last time, I don’t know anything about the Underwoods. Now, fuck off, and don’t come back again!”

  Chapter 23

  The tenant slammed the door, and Edward stepped away from the house, rubbing the back of his neck. He turned to us, brows raised. “What on earth was that?” />
  I glared in the direction of the limousine. “Duncan. The slimy little snake sent us on a wild goose chase.”

  “He didn’t count on Henry taking him hostage when he lied,” said Blake.

  I clapped a hand over my mouth. “What if he escaped while our backs were turned?”

  Henry sprinted to the limo, flung the door open, reached inside, and dragged Duncan out by the arm. The smaller boy stumbled across the sidewalk, sloshing the contents of his champagne glass over his front. Rolling my eyes, I followed after them with Blake at my side. Duncan also hadn’t counted on getting drunk after being banished with a bottle of champagne.

  “What’s wrong?” Duncan slurred. “Did Coates and the others not let you in?” Henry gave him a rough shove, and Duncan staggered back, his ass knocking into the side of the limousine. “What was that for?”

  Edward advanced on him, his eyes as cold and as sharp as icicles. “You gave us the wrong location.”

  Duncan clutched the half-full champagne glass to his chest. “Charlotte said it would be at her father’s London apartment, I swear.”

  “Stand aside.” Henry pulled him up by the lapels. “I’m going to shake this skinny bastard until he spews out the answer.”

  “N-no, don’t,” cried Duncan. “I’ll wet myself.”

  Henry let go of him as though the champagne down the front of Duncan’s shirt was urine. “Oh, for goodness’ sake!”

  Duncan staggered toward a lamp post and fumbled with the flies of his pants.

  Everyone, including me, turned their heads.

  Ignoring the sounds of urination, I turned to Blake. “Send texts to all the girls at the academy you think Charlotte might have invited. One of them should be able to tell you where they are, especially if they’ve worked out the boys have paid for their company and have stormed out in disgust.”

  He frowned but pulled out his smartphone. “Alright.”

  We all piled into the back of the limo. Duncan sat with us in case he remembered anything he might have overheard. I sent Rita a text in case she had heard from anyone about the party, but she replied straight away to say she hadn’t. The only person I could think of was Alice, who had defected to join Charlotte. I sent her a quick text to ask if she was at Charlotte’s party.

  “Have you heard from anyone yet?” I asked Blake.

  “Give them time,” he replied. “Parties are noisy, and most girls keep their phones in handbags, so they might not feel anything vibrate.”

  “I say we interrogate Blackwell,” snarled Henry.

  “Beat me up all you like.” Duncan swigged from the bottle he had brought from the front. “But I don’t know any more than you.”

  Edward rubbed his chin. “All the bus companies local to the academy might be closed at this time of the evening, but it doesn’t hurt to try them.”

  I nodded and fired up the Google app. While Blake texted every girl in his smartphone, Henry explained that the party could be in any city within driving distance of Mercia county. The only ones I recognized were Brighton, Chichester, Canterbury, and Oxford, but the more places he listed, the more my spirits plummeted.

  “Charlotte would hold the party in London,” said Blake. “I’m sure of it.”

  Duncan swigged from his champagne bottle. “She did say her party would rival the Valentine’s Day Massacre.” He shot me a hurt look. “Thanks for inviting me, by the way.”

  I let the sarcastic comment wash over me. If he had been at the gauntlet, I would have made sure he’d had a place. But I wasn’t about to admit that to an ally of Charlotte.

  My phone buzzed, and a message from Alice flashed on the screen. I’m there, and I’ve been throwing up all evening. Never mix a cocktail and penicillin.

  My heart flipped. “I’ve heard from Alice!”

  “Where are they?” asked Edward.

  “Hold on.” Are you in London?

  On a Thames booze cruise.

  “Booze cruise,” I said. “She’s really sick.”

  Henry pressed the intercom button. “Head for the Westminster Millennium Pier.”

  “But you don’t know where the cruise is,” I said.

  “It will be on the Thames, which bisects the entire city. Ask her for the name of the boat or its location.”

  Which cruise? Where are you?

  Forgot the name. We boarded at Butler’s Wharf and turned around at Greenwich.

  I shook my head. “None of this makes any sense to me.” I handed my phone to Henry, who seemed to have the best knowledge of London. “It’ll be faster if you ask her the right questions.”

  Duncan wrung his hands. “Hobson? May I ask what Alice ate?”

  “She didn’t mention any food. Just that she had a cocktail while she was on penicillin.”

  He shook his head. “That isn’t right. I’ve mixed alcohol and penicillin, and it didn’t have that effect on me.”

  “Let’s focus on finding her.” I rubbed my brow and stared as the Houses of Parliament whizzed by.

  Shortly afterward, the limo stopped at a pier, and Blake stepped out. Big Ben loomed from the other side of the bridge.

  Henry handed me back my smartphone. “I know where they are, but the cruise will likely stop at Butler’s Wharf, since it’s already turned around at Greenwich. If we head there, we’ll catch up with them as they arrive.”

  “Are you sure we’ll make it on time?” asked Edward.

  “I’ve told Blake to find a speedboat.” The ominous tone in Henry’s voice said he wasn’t sure. Not even one bit. He rushed ahead through a line of people waiting to board a river bus.

  Edward placed a hand on the small of my back and guided me along the pier. I glanced over my shoulder, partly looking for signs of Mr. Carbuncle. Charlotte might have told him we would use the pier nearest to her father’s home. I shook off the paranoid thought. It was too far-fetched, even for Charlotte.

  Henry returned seconds later, beckoning us to hurry. Blake had found a boat willing to take us directly to our destination without stopping. We rushed past the people and onto a red speedboat that accommodated twelve passengers. One of the two men in charge handed us yellow lifejackets, and we took our seats. Henry stood in the front with the two men, presumably to make any last-minute arrangements.

  The boat’s engine roared to life, and Blake took the seat next to me. “They won’t stop at any of the eight other piers on their route.”

  My phone buzzed. I glanced at Alice’s message. All the girls are throwing up!

  I updated the others on the newest development.

  “It’s strange that she didn’t mention the boys being sick,” Edward said over the noise of the engine.

  Duncan, who sat in the seat in front, turned around. “Charlotte wouldn’t poison a cocktail and give it just to girls.”

  I held the smartphone up. “See for yourself.”

  The rest of the journey through the Thames was tense. Famous buildings I’d only seen from afar zoomed by, but I couldn’t enjoy the sights. Not when anything could be happening to a boatful of girls. Edward tried calling 999 and having ambulances sent to help the girls, but the operator needed the name of the boat and its location. I stared at the screen of my smartphone for several minutes. Alice had gone silent for an agonizingly long time. I tried calling her, but I got transferred to voicemail.

  After passing Tower Bridge, the majestic drawbridge consisting of two huge towers connected by a walkway at the top, we reached Butler’s Wharf Pier, just as a group of boys rushed en masse off a double-decker river boat and up a ramp. They huddled together at the covered walkway at the top, staring down at the boat. I shook my head and gaped. There were about fifty boys.

  Blake leaned across and pointed at a trio of large males at the back of the procession. “That’s Coates, that’s Bierson, and that’s Ellis.”

  The speedboat stopped behind the party boat, and we piled out and along the pier. My mouth dried to the consistency of sandpaper, and my heart skipped several bea
ts. What the hell would we find on that boat?

  Two male crew members blocked the entrance. “No entry, guys. It’s a private party.”

  “Our classmates are in there,” I said. “We know the girls are being sick, and need to see what’s happened to them.”

  The larger of the males, who wore a pair of thick-framed glasses, folded his arms across his chest. “Sorry, but the captain says no one’s allowed to board.”

  “Did you at least call an ambulance?” asked Edward.

  The crew members exchanged guilty looks and didn’t reply.

  “For fuck’s sake!” Henry barreled through the two men, knocking them aside. Edward rushed after him with me at his heels and with Blake taking up the rear with Duncan.

  The moment I stepped into the boat’s interior, the acrid stench of vomit filled my nostrils, making me gag. Clapping my hand over my mouth, I stepped aside for Blake and Duncan to pass. We stood at a mezzanine level that looked down on a wooden dance floor with a bar at one end. Tables and chairs ran along the sides, underneath where we stood. Masses of girls either sat at the chairs or knelt on their hands and knees. Each one of them was vomiting or had recently thrown up.

  Henry pulled out his phone and spoke to the 999 operator.

  After scanning the dance floor for signs of a bleached blonde, I remembered Charlotte had copied my hair color. I looked again but found no sign of her. Or of Alice. I muttered, “Does anyone know first aid?”

  “A little.” Duncan walked toward a metal stairwell. “We’d better check on the girls and see if any of them need to be put in the recovery position.”

  We all followed after him, but when we reached the bottom of the stairs, a group of female crew members assured us they had called the ambulances and that the girls were safe. Sirens blared from the distance, and we trudged up the stairs and waited on the mezzanine.

  A team of four paramedics stepped into the boat and froze. One of them stepped out, presumably to call for more help, and the others tended to the girls. Moments later, a pair of policemen arrived, who made us wait outside.

  I sucked in relatively fresh air and stood with the others by the pier, watching a procession of girls being wheeled or walked up the ramp. Each of them trembled uncontrollably and looked as pale as specters. I swallowed hard. “How could she do this?”