The Mercy Academy Box Set: A Complete High School Bully Romance Series

by Lane Hart

  Aric

  Damn Maddie and her inappropriate question.

  Ever since she texted me last night after I ended our online chat (not that she knows it was me that she was talking to) I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sex. It’s why I was up at the ass crack of dawn this morning, jerking off in the shower and coming into school early to prove a point – that I do know what women sound like when they come. I know it very well, thank you very much. Why? Because I love to eat pussy.

  Even though I’ve only heard one woman for the past two years make those sounds…

  In fact, it’s been so long that I try to remember if Sophie made any different noises when I got her off. I’m pretty sure she only chanted “oh god” over and over again while Collette would be more direct with telling me if what I was doing was working and if she needed it faster, harder, deeper, etcetera.

  So even though I know what women sound like, I can’t help but wonder what Maddie would sound like when she’s coming. Not that she knows either…

  I can’t believe she admitted something so private to me, that she’s never touched herself. Then again, who am I going to tell? Nobody, especially not with the blackmail she’s holding over my head.

  And I’m sort of glad that no one else knows, that it’s our secret. Or I thought it was until I see Maddie talking to Hannah, their lips forming the word “orgasm” all through lunch, making my pants so tight I’m in physical pain.

  It’s bad enough that I keep fantasizing about the various ways to give Maddie what she’s been missing. Every possible act. Every single position. The mental images are running nonstop through my head like a never-ending porno. Now she’s just adding more ammunition.

  “You ready for Friday?” Blake asks, snapping me out of my head. I reluctantly press pause on the current dirty movie playing – one where I throw Maddie on my bed and tongue fuck her so many times that she passes out from excessive orgasms.

  Clearing my throat, I say, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

  Why do people keep asking me if I’m ready for the first home football game like there’s more than one answer? What would they say if I told them No, I’m not ready? I would rather eat all the nasty shit on all the episodes of Fear Factor put together than step foot on that field Friday.

  But saying that would mean I’m throwing away all of my natural talent. Talent that most guys on the team would give their left nut for.

  And I really am grateful that I was born to be so tall and muscular with an arm that can throw a football perfectly to a receiver seventy yards away.

  I just wish I felt like playing was actually my choice and not just what’s expected of me.

  Chapter 17

  Maddie

  Since I have a little time before Matt and Mandy’s bus will drop them off at the trailer park, I decide to do a quick search for the Sullivan residence in their fancy ass neighborhood and pay Mrs. Sullivan a visit.

  I know what I’m planning to do is pretty stupid, but I can’t seem to help myself. Aric said he wants to end things, so I’m only here to ensure that she keeps her claws out of him and directs them to her husband.

  When I ring the doorbell of the enormous mansion, I’m a little surprised that the cheater opens the door and not some tiny, old man in a butler uniform. Like the other times I’ve seen her, her short, platinum hair is perfectly styled, not a single strand out of place. Today, she’s wearing a fitted, green dress and heels that don’t look very comfortable to lounge around the house all day in, but to each their own.

  “Can I help you?” she asks, her heavily made up eyes drag up and down my tattered Mercy uniform before she adds, “Blake is at football practice and won’t be home until after six.”

  “Oh, I know,” I tell her. “I’m actually here to see you.”

  “Me?” she repeats, her frown lines deepening.

  “Yeah, you.”

  “Well, ah, I guess you should come in,” she says with a fake smile plastered on her face.

  “No, thanks. We can do this right here,” I tell her as I pull my phone out of my backpack. Finding the video, I hit play and turn it around to show her.

  “Stay away from Aric. Stop texting him. Stop calling him. Stop talking to him. Stop touching him,” I tell her as she watches the video of her and him with a gaping jaw. “If I find out you’ve done any of those things again, I’ll show this video and a few photos to your husband.”

  “I-I…he-he’s just my son’s friend,” she stammers.

  “Yeah, I’m sure everyone will believe that story. Do you grab all the boys’ dicks or just Aric’s?” I ask when I rewind and freeze the video on that image.

  “What do you want?” she asks, apparently not having heard me before.

  “All I want is for you to leave Aric alone.”

  “I have money,” she says with a sweep of her hair to get it off her forehead.

  “No shit.”

  “How much do you want? I can tell you could…benefit from a little cash. How about ten thousand and you delete those photos and videos?”

  “I don’t want your money,” I tell her slowly since she doesn’t seem to understand me. “And there’s no way in hell I would take a penny from you to ‘look the other way’ while you keep screwing a boy who is the same age as your son!”

  “So, if I promise to stop the affair, you won’t show anyone the video?”

  “That’s right,” I say, glad that she finally understands. “Aric told you it’s over, but you keep contacting him like some crazy stalker.”

  “I was just trying to make sure he wouldn’t tell anyone, and he wouldn’t respond,” she huffs.

  “He won’t say a word because his best friend would never forgive him,” I assure her as I put away my phone. “So, is the message received?”

  “It’s Maddie, right? Maddie Collins?” she asks, and I nod, momentarily caught off-guard because she somehow remembers my name. “I have to say that it’s sort of sweet but sad how you think you need to show up here and try to protect Aric. You don’t think you have a chance with him, do you? He’s going places, and you’re just the poor girl who is going to Mercy on a scholarship.”

  “You’re missing the point here,” I tell her. “I don’t want him. I just want you to leave him alone.”

  “If you release that video to anyone, he would never forgive you.”

  “That’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make,” I tell her. “Are you?”

  With that, she closes the door in my face.

  “I’ll take that as a no!” I shout before I turn around and walk away, hiking ten blocks to reach the nearest bus stop because they don’t need them in the suburbs where everyone drives fancy sports cars.

  Aric

  That night I talk to Maddie online as HardJockLife for several hours. My parents are probably going to ask a few questions when they get the next credit card statement, but I don’t give a fuck.

  My ultimate goal? To convince Maddie to finger herself while we’re talking online because of my dirty talk. I’ve also called her out on lying about her sexual experience and told her that if she doesn’t start telling me the truth, I’ll end the chat and stop coming back. Since I’m assuming she gets paid by the minute or whatever and will want to keep me coming back online, it works.

  She finally tells HardJockLife that she’s a virgin but that she does have experience with lots of hand jobs and blowjobs, which blows my mind. Who the hell is she hooking up with who doesn’t even offer to reciprocate? When I ask, she won’t tell me anything about the guys, only that they were not her boyfriends.

  Again, that raises more questions. Did she really fool around with the guys who run their mouth at school? I just don’t get how they could be with Maddie and not go down on her.

  You shouldn’t touch any guy who doesn’t make you feel good first, I type into the chat.

  Her response: It’s not like I really have a choice.

  What the fuck does she mean she doesn’t have a choice?
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  Did someone make you do something you didn’t want to? I ask her, thinking about the dickhead she was going to date the other night.

  Maddie: No, of course not. It’s nothing like that. And we’re supposed to be talking about you. What would you want me to do to you if I were there with you?

  Me: I’d want you to lie down and let me kiss every inch of you while I take off all of your clothes.

  Maddie: Oh yeah? Then what?

  Me: I’d suck on your tits for a little while before kissing my way down your stomach. Then I would spread your legs and run my tongue up and down your slit, teasing you before latching onto your clit. While you’re squirming and moaning, I would ease my finger inside of you, pumping it in and out while flicking my tongue against your swollen nub.

  Maddie: That sounds nice.

  Me: Nice enough for you to slip your fingers into your panties and see if you’re wet?

  Maddie: Okay.

  I wait a few moments for her response until she types, I’m wet and throbbing.

  Me: That’s good, baby, that’s what it’s supposed to feel like when you get turned on. Now rub your fingertips over your clit while grinding down on them. Tell me how that feels.

  Maddie: Good. It feels good.

  Me: Keep going. Imagine it’s my tongue you’re riding hitting the spot where you need it over and over again, faster and faster.

  Maddie: I’m

  Her typing ends there and I know she’s coming. It may not be my hands on her doing it, but I still helped.

  Without ending the chat, I grab my phone and call her up rather than text, just to hear her voice.

  “H-hello?” she answers, sounding out of breath.

  “What were you doing?” I ask her with a grin.

  “Ah, just, um, some cleaning and had to, ah, run for the phone,” she responds, not even the least bit convincing and sounding all out of sorts, which is unusual for Maddie. “Why are you calling me? I didn’t tell you to call.”

  And she’s back.

  “I thought you said you needed me to do something for you tomorrow and I couldn’t remember what.”

  “Oh yeah. If you could come over after practice…”

  She’s asking me, not ordering me unlike the previous times.

  “What’s the plan?”

  “It’s, ah, time to mow again.”

  “Already?” I ask since it’s only been what, a week?

  “The grass grows like crazy around here, and the landlord is picky about keeping it cut.”

  “Fine, I’ll be there. Anything else?” I ask.

  “Well, um, yeah.”

  “What?”

  “Has she messaged you recently?” Maddie asks hesitantly.

  “She? You mean Collette?”

  “Yeah, her.”

  “Hold on,” I say before I pull the phone from my ear and flip over to my text chat logs. “The last text I got from Collette was this morning. Why?” I ask curiously.

  “Nothing. Just wondering if she had gotten the hint yet or not. Didn’t seem like she’s the brightest.”

  Is Maddie jealous? I don’t think she’s asking me about Collette because she’s concerned for me having a relationship with an older woman but because she doesn’t want me talking to any other woman.

  “I think she finally got the message that we’re done,” I explain.

  “Good,” Maddie says with what sounds like relief. “You’ve probably already moved on with half the cheerleading team anyway.”

  There it is again! Jealousy.

  “The only cheerleader I ever dated was Sophie years ago.”

  “Right, because you like older women,” Maddie accuses.

  “Well, I’ve heard that you’ve been making the rounds with the football team,” I say, just to gauge her reaction and find out if the rumors are true. Not that I think they are.

  “I’m gonna kill Clay and Andy! I’ve never touched either of them, and they have definitely not laid a hand on me.”

  “You haven’t?” I ask, because I thought maybe they were the guys she had jerked off or blown.

  “No! They’re lying. Hannah was just telling me that she had heard the same shit!”

  “I can’t say I’m all that surprised.”

  “Why not?” she huffs, as if I’m the one spreading lies about her.

  “Because every guy in the school wants to fuck you,” I explain.

  “Every guy?” she asks, and I quickly check our online chat box and see that she told HardJockLife that she would be right back, blowing him off to talk to me.

  “Yeah, pretty much every guy.”

  “Still, they shouldn’t go around saying we did shit that didn’t happen. It makes them look cool and me look like a slut because of the double standard!”

  “Most people think I’m a slut, and I’ve only been with two people,” I point out.

  “Just two, really?” she asks, sounding surprised.

  “Yep.”

  “But still, everyone could say you slept with all the girls in the school and it wouldn’t hurt you the same way it does a girl for having one guy lie about her,” Maddie says. “How would you feel if all the football players went around saying they slept with your sister Caroline?”

  “I would probably beat the shit out of all of them,” I say honestly. My sister may be a year older, but she’s sort of shy and doesn’t sleep around. She’s too busy with studying and trying to get her Ph.D. to be an oncologist like our dad. Actually, Caroline’s sort of like Maddie; and if they didn’t run in different social circles, they would probably be good friends.

  “It’s wrong, Aric, even when the girl being talked about isn’t your sister,” Maddie says sadly.

  “Sorry. I get it. I’ll talk to them,” I reply.

  “No, you don’t have to do that! I was just venting,” she says in a rush. “Anyway, I need to get back to work.”

  “Cleaning, right, even though it’s after eleven on a school night?” I tease.

  “Rich boys with housekeepers shouldn’t be talking about things they don’t know anything about,” Maddie says cheerfully.

  “Have a good night…cleaning,” I say before she ends the call.

  Chapter 18

  Aric

  “Yo, Andy!” I call out to get my teammate’s attention in the hallway right after the first bell rings. The rest of the student body is rushing into classrooms so there shouldn’t be many witnesses for what I’m about to do.

  “Aric, man! What’s up?” our tall, lean wide receiver asks with a grin, offering me a fist bump. I ignore his fist and pin his back against the lockers with my forearm pressed along the front of his throat.

  “What…the…hell?” he gasps, eyes widening in surprise.

  “Why are you going around saying shit like you fucked around with Maddie?” I growl in his face.

  “Because…because I did fuck her,” he answers. I press my arm into his throat harder.

  “We both know you didn’t.”

  When an unintelligible gurgle is his only response, I lighten up the pressure on him enough to let him speak again. “Fine. She…she blew me at a party.”

  “Another lie. Maddie doesn’t go to parties! Now tell me the truth!”

  “Okay, fine! I made it up!” he exclaims.

  “Why?” I hiss.

  “I-I don’t know!” he whimpers.

  “Tell me why!”

  “Because…because she’s hot!”

  “At lunch today, you’re going to stand up on top of your table in the cafeteria and tell everyone you lied and then apologize to Maddie.”

  “No way!” he scoffs. “I can’t…I won’t…”

  “You are going to do it or I’m going to have your ass thrown off the team and kick your ass every day until you do it! You’re fucking third-string anyway. We don’t fucking need you.”

  “Wh-why do you care? Maddie hates you more than anyone else,” he says as his eyes water with confusion.

  “Do you have a s
ister?” I ask him.

  “No.”

  “Well, I do. And if anyone talked shit about Caroline, I would hurt them too.”

  Finally, I remove my arm, and he slumps against the lockers while rubbing the front of his neck.

  “You pass along the same message to Clay. Both of you are going to set the record straight today. Do you understand me?”

  He nods just as the second bell rings, so I hurry down the hallway to class.

  Maddie

  “So…” I drawl when I drop my food tray on the table and then slink into my seat at lunch. “Guess who finally had the big ‘O’.”

  “You did? Good for you,” Hannah says. “Was it everything you hoped it was?”

  “It was okay,” I tell her. “Is it better with someone else?”

  “Oh yeah,” she agrees without hesitation. “So much better that afterward it’s hard to go back to self-made ones.”

  “That’s something to look forward to I guess.”

  “Anyone you have your eye on?” she asks me with a grin, right before her gaze lands on something or someone behind my head and her jaw drops.

  “What?” I ask as I crane my neck to look behind me to find Andy Rhodes and Clay Wyatt both standing on top of their lunch table. School faculty is already up and out of their seats, heading over, telling them to get the hell down.

  “Maddie Collins, I’m sorry I said we slept together!” Andy yells. “The truth is, nothing ever happened between us and probably never will happen!” he glances over to the Royals’ table when he’s finished, and Aric gives a small jerk of his chin as if in approval.

  “Get down from there now!” Mr. Bailey says as he wedges himself between two student chairs to try and grab one of the boys’ legs.

  “I’m sorry too, Maddie!” Clay shouts, dancing out of Mr. Bailey’s reach and over lunch trays. “Please, ah, forgive me. The only place I was with you was in my dreams.” Again, he looks to Aric, who nods, and then both boys jump down. Mr. Bailey grabs each by their elbows and escorts them out the door, their heads hung, not even sneaking a glance at me and Hannah’s table before they leave.