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

by Lane Hart

  “Yeah, if good was my father never coming home and my mother screwing my best friend.”

  “You know what I mean,” she says. “Before all of that?”

  “I don’t know,” I answer on a sigh. “I don’t think they ever loved each other. And I’m not sure if they ever loved me.”

  Chapter 25

  Caroline

  “I’m not sure they ever loved me.”

  Hearing Blake say those words is soul crushing. I’ve never once doubted that my parents love me, even though for several weeks now they’ve treated me like I’m invisible. They’re just disappointed in me, but I’m sure they still love me even though I fucked up.

  For Blake to say he’s not sure if his parents have ever cared about him, well, I can’t imagine anything worse.

  “I’m coming over now,” I tell him. Not just because it sounds like he could use a friend but also because…I’ve missed him. After our appointment with the adoption agency, Blake went radio silent. He didn’t say a word to me until now, making me wonder if he thought I was a horrible person for considering adoption. It’s nice to hear from him again and to have his blessing.

  “My dad’s still here,” he says with a heavy sigh.

  “I don’t care,” I reply. “I’m putting my shoes on, and then I’ll be on my way,” I say while holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder so that I can shove my feet into my sneakers. Like the rest of my wardrobe, even my stupid shoes are too tight on my feet!

  “No, Caroline. You don’t need to come over right now. Maybe later. I don’t really feel like talking about this anymore,” Blake tells me.

  “Good. Because I’m not coming over to talk,” I reply.

  “Oh,” he says in surprise and with understanding of my meaning. “I’ll, ah, meet you at the side door.”

  It’s nice to know with certainty that Blake will be down to fuck even if I wear my pink sweatpants, plain white tee and matching pink hoodie over to his place. That’s one of the things I love most about him. Unlike other preppy, rich boys I’ve dated, I don’t feel like I need to spend hours straightening my hair or applying layers of makeup before seeing him since we both know there’s no amount of primping that will endure the hot, sweaty romp we’re bound to have.

  “I’m on my way,” I tell him before I end the call.

  A moment later and I’m crossing my yard and into Sophie’s just as a tall man with dark hair slips through her front door. I didn’t get a good look at him, but I don’t think it was her father, who is older with graying hair. What quick glimpse I got I would guess he’s still much older than high school age. Not that I’m all that surprised. I may have had a reputation as a slut at Mercy, but Sophie’s exploits were downright scandalous. We never talked about it while cheering together, but there were rumors she liked older men, including a few of our professors and that even our priest once had a tryst with her. Not that I believe all the gossip…

  “Hey,” Blake says as I walk up to his screened in patio where he’s holding open the door, still wearing his white dress shirt and navy uniform slacks. “My dad’s gone, surprise, surprise.”

  “Good,” I tell him with a smile since that means we can be as loud as we want.

  “Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me through the house and up the stairs to his room.

  While Blake’s busy shutting the bedroom door and locking it, I go down to my knees on the floor. “Jesus!” he exclaims when he turns around and my fingers get to work on the front of his uniform pants. “This is so much better than talking,” he says when I pull his gray boxer briefs down to release his cock and his back slams against the door.

  I haven’t had my mouth on him yet since Blake’s been all for fucking when we’re together, thanks to his lack of experience in that area. But today, I know that this is what he needs to get his mind off of his dickhead father and the awful things he said. And yeah, I’m excited to finally see just how much of his big dick I can take down my throat.

  Blake

  No one has ever looked as good on their knees as Caroline does right now.

  She’s like a fantasy come true, taking my pants off and sucking my dick without me even asking her to do it.

  I keep my back and my palms flat against the door, refusing to even breathe for fear that I’ll do something that will make her head stop bobbing. Her mouth is pure nirvana.

  Just seeing her outside gave me a half-stiffy. So, after about three seconds of her wet mouth, I’m harder than a motherfucker. And yeah, I enjoy watching Caroline struggle to get more than half of me down her throat once I’m swollen to capacity.

  “Fuck, Caroline. I could watch your lips stretch around my dick all damn day and not get enough,” I tell her honestly.

  Despite trying to recite football plays in my head to hold off coming, I nearly bust my load when Caroline’s hand disappears into her own sweatpants. She closes her eyes and moans around my shaft, and it is so fucking hot knowing she’s turned on by sucking me off. I’ve never had a girl play with herself during this particular act. Hell, I haven’t ever seen a girl masturbate in front of me before. I already know that it’s not an image I’ll soon forget but one I’ll conjure up whenever I’m jerking off myself.

  But after a few minutes, I’m blindsided when Caroline removes her hand from her pants. Her damp fingers give my sac a rough squeeze that has fireworks going off behind my eyelids as my release pulses down her throat.

  “Oh fuck!” I exclaim as my hand shoots out to grab the back of her head while my hips pump uncontrollably through my release. I didn’t mean to pull her hair or get rough with her, but it was just instinct when I’m coming so hard I get dizzy.

  “As soon as I can walk again, I swear I’m gonna get you off so hard,” I promise her when I blink my eyes open and look down at Caroline still on her knees.

  “That’s okay. I got myself off,” she replies.

  My dick twitches at hearing that; and when a few more drops of cum leak from my dick, Caroline leans forward and sticks her tongue out to lick them off my head.

  “Holy shit,” I mutter.

  “You taste good,” she tells me as her tongue moves down my shaft and flicks over my balls.

  “That’s a first,” I admit. In my experience, only a few girls actually swallow and none of them seem to enjoy it all that much, only doing it because they think they have to.

  “Want me to blow you again?” Caroline asks while pressing kisses on my pelvis.

  That’s when my mind finally catches up to what’s going on.

  Nobody loves oral sex this much. She did it out of pity. Caroline gave me a pity blowjob after what I told her on the phone.

  “No, I’m good,” I tell her. Reaching down, I pull my boxer briefs and pants up and button them.

  “Are you sure?” she asks, sitting back on her heels. “I don’t mind.”

  “I didn’t want another sympathy blowjob,” I say as I go over and sit on the foot of my bed.

  “What?” Caroline replies, getting to her feet to frown down at me with her brow furrowed. “I told you why I was coming over.”

  “Yeah, I thought we were going to fuck like before because you’re horny all the time and we both want to get off.” Waving my hand in the air between us, I add, “You made this one-sided out of straight pity.”

  “That’s not true,” she huffs. Then, she’s climbing on the bed, straddling my lap, and it’s impossible to remember what I was pissed about with her cunt pressing against my crotch even if a few layers of clothes are separating them. Her fingers start unbuttoning my dress shirt while she tells me, “I did come over to fuck, but I wanted to get my mouth on you first because I had never done that before.” She gets my first and second button undone before moving to the third. “And I think you may be the first man in the history of the world to complain about getting your dick sucked. Are my crazy pregnancy hormones rubbing off on you or something? Is that why you haven’t invited me over in almost a week?”
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br />   “Maybe,” I answer as she gets to the bottom button and then peels the fabric down my shoulders and arms. My white tee underneath is yanked up and off a second later before I remove her sweatshirt. “Just ignore whatever the hell I said and keep rubbing your hormones all over me.”

  I slip my hand down the front of her pants and panties, making her gasp and grasp onto my shoulders when my fingertips find her pussy dripping wet between her spread legs. Fuck, she really did like sucking me off. And there’s something seriously hot about fingering Caroline while her pants and bra are still on, like it’s even more naughty than if we were both completely naked.

  “Oh god,” Caroline moans as her eyes slam shut. Her front teeth bite down on her bottom lip when I sink two fingers deep inside of her. “You have…no idea…how much I miss you…when you’re at school.”

  Holy shit. Did she just say she misses me? Or does she actually mean that she misses me getting her off?

  “So close,” she gasps as her hips rock, seeking relief from the ache.

  Fuck, I want to kiss her, but I love watching her face as she gets closer and closer to coming on my fingers that are thrusting in and out of her faster and faster. A few swipes of the pad of my thumb over her clit and I have her bucking and trembling on me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s so beautiful and out of my league that I soak up as much of her as I can while she’s distracted, because all too soon she’ll be walking out the door, leaving me after she got what she came here for. Not that I’ll ever complain again. In fact, I want to see more of her, every day, all day.

  As soon as I pull my fingers free from her, Caroline climbs off of my lap and stretches out beside me on my bed. Before she can completely recover, I dig my keyring out of my pants pocket and start pulling off the golden key. I can get a spare from my dad later.

  “Here,” I say when I place the cool metal key on her stomach, right above her growing bump.

  Reaching down, Caroline’s fingers finds it and holds the key up. “What’s this for?” she asks.

  “It’s a key to get into the house.”

  “Your house?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why are you giving it to me?” she questions as she turns the gold key between her fingers.

  “So that you can come over whenever you want or if you ever want to just get out of the house and need some place to crash. You can come over here, even if I’m at school. My dad is hardly ever home. I know things have been rough with your mom and dad, so you could at least escape the tension for a little while...”

  “Thanks,” she replies softly.

  “If you want, I could get Aric or Sophie to give me a ride to school and you could have my car in case you need to go somewhere.”

  “No. That’s okay,” she replies. “I don’t have anywhere to go other than doctor appointments and meetings at the adoption agency. I doubt my parents really want me to be seen in public, their knocked up, college dropout daughter. What would all their friends say?” she mutters with a roll of her green eyes.

  “Fuck them,” I tell her. “Nobody’s perfect, especially the stuck-up bitches who live around here.”

  “True,” Caroline replies with a small grin. “Thanks.”

  And then, just as I expected, she sits up and scoots off the foot of the bed where she finds her shirt on the floor and slips it back on. “I better get going,” she says right on cue.

  “Yeah, sure,” I agree. I can’t figure out why she always does this right after we fool around since there’s nothing she has to do back at home. But what else am I supposed to do? Beg her to stay? That’ll only make me look like a fool, especially since I know she would decline.

  Chapter 26

  Blake

  February

  “So, are you ready to look at some of the potential couples with me?” Caroline asks when I come home from school one day and find her sitting up on my bed with her laptop. It’s a damn good surprise finding her in my room for once without me asking her to come over like every other time. Guess she decided to finally use the key I gave her. It only took weeks…

  “Ah, sure,” I agree as I drop my backpack on the floor and climb up on the mattress next to her. “Before we get started, should we maybe make a list of deal breakers for the couples. That way, no matter how great they may seem, if there’s one or more deal breakers in their file, we pass over them?”

  “That’s a good idea,” she agrees.

  I stretch over to the bedside table and pull out a pencil and an old notebook. When I find a clean page, I write at the top, Adoption Deal Breakers. “So, what are deal breakers for you?” I ask Caroline.

  “They have to have a squeaky-clean criminal record,” she replies.

  “I doubt the agency would even let anyone with a record adopt, but it would be good to double check,” I agree as I write that down as our first bullet point. “What else?”

  “They need to have good, stable jobs that earn enough money to take care of the baby,” Caroline says. “But not jobs where they work all the damn time.”

  “So no lawyers,” I mutter, referring to my father.

  “And no doctors,” she adds. “I love my dad, but he’s had to miss birthday parties and holidays when he’s on call and it sucked.”

  “No doctors or lawyers or any other occupations that require working more than fifty hours a week,” I jot down. “What else?”

  “Non-smokers,” Caroline says. “Second-hand smoke is harmful to babies.”

  “Absolutely,” I agree while writing that one down.

  “Make sure they can pass drug tests?” Caroline suggests.

  “Agreed. Anyone who refuses a drug test can’t be trusted,” I say when that goes on the list.

  “I would like to see their home, you know, to make sure it’s clean and safe?”

  “I don’t think that’s too much to ask if we’re going to give them our kid to raise in it,” I agree.

  “Anything else?” I ask.

  Caroline chews on her bottom lip for a few more moments and then finally releases it. “That’s all I can think of for now. Are you ready to look at some of the information sheets for couples?”

  “Let’s do it.”

  “Oh, how do you feel about same sex couples?” she asks.

  “I don’t mind, as long as they don’t hit any of the things on our list.”

  “Me either,” she agrees. “And they probably have a harder time adopting just because of who they love, you know?”

  “Yeah. That’s not fair at all,” I say.

  “All right. Let’s do this,” she says, clicking on the link to the site Ava emailed to her and using the username and password the agency provided.

  The first couple are both doctors.

  “Hell no,” Caroline says. “I don’t think the mother has to be a stay-at-home wife or anything, but two doctors? That seems like it would be difficult for both parents to be home at the same time, you know?”

  “Yeah,” I agree. “Keep going.”

  “I think you should move in with me,” I blurt out before Caroline can click on the next couple.

  “What?” she asks when she looks over at me with her brow furrowed.

  “My dad’s never here and you would have the house to yourself during the day while I’m at school. You’ve been spending a lot of time here…”

  “You want me to move in with you?” she asks, clearly surprised.

  “Just until the baby comes. It sounds like things are sort of stressful at your house and crowded with Maddie’s family there. And I, um, I like having you here. It would be nice if you actually stayed all night…”

  “That’s…I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” Caroline replies.

  “Why not?”

  “Because this is just supposed to be sex.”

  “We’re not having sex right now,” I point out.

  “No, but you said you wanted to help with the adoption process and all.”

  “I do want to
help with this and the pregnancy too.”

  “Don’t you think that would just make things more complicated if I moved in?” she asks.

  “No. I think it would make things easier. You could stay here and do your online classes in the quiet and visit your family whenever you wanted. Just…think about it. Okay?”

  “Okay,” Caroline agrees. “I’ll think about it.”

  Chapter 27

  Caroline

  “Where are you going?” my mother calls out from behind me. I was hoping I could slip out the front door in my maternity jeans, sweatshirt, and purse hanging over my shoulder before she noticed.

  It’s moments like this that I consider taking Blake up on his offer to move in. But since it gets harder and harder to leave him after the few hours we spend together, I know moving in would only make things more difficult once the pregnancy is over in a few months.

  “I have a doctor’s appointment,” I answer without turning around.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, it’s just a checkup and, ah, an ultrasound.”

  “An ultrasound? How are you getting there? Do you want me to take you?” she asks excitedly.

  “No, Blake’s going with me.” There’s no reason for her to get more attached to the grandbaby she won’t get to ever meet. If anything, it’ll just make her hate me more.

  “Blake?” my mother repeats in surprise.

  “Yeah. He offered to take me to appointments.”

  “That’s…good I guess,” she replies. And I know exactly what she’s thinking.

  Turning around to finally face her, I say, “It doesn’t mean anything. We’re not together.”

  “I know,” she says. “I just think it’s good that you’re doing this together.”

  “Bye, Mom,” I say as I turn back around and head over to Blake’s. He’s actually waiting by the passenger side of his car at the curb. Even though he had to leave school a little early for today’s appointment, he apparently came home in time to change into a pair of jeans, a black long-sleeve Henley and my kryptonite, not that he knows it, or I’ll ever tell him, a black backwards baseball cap. He looks every part of a frat boy looking for a good time and nothing at all like a child’s father, which just goes to show that I’m making the right decision with adoption.