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

by Lane Hart

  Fuck, I wanted to be inside of her when I finished. But coming between her legs while sucking her tit has to be a close second. It’s hard to believe that in just a few days, we’ve already covered two bases, so all that’s left is oral and actual fucking. At this rate, we’ll cross both things off in a week.

  And man, I wish Aric and Blake were here so I could tell them. I know that’s messed up, but that’s what guys do, mostly for advice and encouragement, not to be disrespectful. I’ve been best friends with those boys for so long that I know they would never run their mouths to anyone about what I tell them about Hannah.

  I watch Hannah as she climbs out of bed and then bite back a groan when she lowers her shorts, leaving her in her top and panties before she pulls another pair from her drawer and steps into them.

  When she comes back to the bed, she takes a seat on the foot of it and says, “I can’t have sex with you.”

  Damn. If that’s not a mood killer, I don’t know what is.

  “Okay,” I say, swallowing around the knot of disappointment in my throat. Not just disappointment, but her rejection seriously stings. After I zip up my pants, putting my dick away, I sit up and ask her, “Can you tell me why not?”

  “Because we’re too young for one, but mostly because I want my husband to be my first, you know, on our wedding night or whatever.”

  Oh. That’s what all this is about? Fuck, I thought there was something wrong with me.

  “That’s your decision,” I tell her. “But do you really think your husband will be a virgin on your wedding night? Even if he says he’s never been in a pussy, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t fucked every ass he’s ever seen.”

  “I know that. And he doesn’t have to be a virgin,” Hannah says.

  “So then why do you have to be one?”

  “A girl’s virginity is different from a guy’s.”

  “It is?”

  “Guys want to sleep with girls, lots of them,” she explains. “But I want my first time to be with someone who loves me, not just anyone, and not someone I regret giving myself to.”

  “And only your future husband will ever love you and be someone you don’t regret?” I challenge.

  “No, but that’s the only way to know for sure that he does love me if he wants to spend the rest of his life with me.”

  “How about this — what if you save your virginity until you’re thirty and then get married, fuck your husband, find out a month later he cheated on you and have to get a divorce?”

  “That…that’s not going to happen,” Hannah scoffs.

  “How do you know? Are you psychic?”

  “I won’t marry someone unless I trust them not to cheat on me.”

  “And if you’re wrong?”

  “I won’t be!”

  “Suit yourself,” I tell her. “But really it just sounds like you’re holding yourself back from something that could be crazy good for years, just because you’re scared.”

  “Of course I’m scared! I don’t want to sleep with someone and then get hurt.”

  “I don’t either.”

  “Have you ever…”

  “No,” I say. “I’m a virgin. But I’m sure as hell not going to wait around for one woman who may or may not come along and be loyal to me for the rest of our lives.”

  “You don’t get it, and you never will because you’re not a girl.”

  “Then explain it to me,” I tell her.

  Hannah sighs heavily. “For me, I have to give up something the first time, my innocence, a piece of myself that I’ll never get back again once it’s gone. It belongs to that other person who took it away from me forever.”

  “I think you’re forgetting about all the other pieces of yourself you give up too,” I say.

  “What do you mean?” she asks.

  “All the first times. Our first times. You were the first person I kissed. First woman I saw naked and had on top of me. First to watch me get myself off. First girl I touched under her clothes and got to slide my finger inside of her. Those things all belong to you and me now, and we can’t take them back. You don’t think they’re just as important as the first time you have sex? Because I do.”

  “You’re right. They are,” she agrees as she crawls up the bed and straddles my lap, pressing her cunt to my crotch. Cupping my face, Hannah says, “I never really thought about it like that.”

  “Over the next two weeks, I want you to have the rest of my firsts, even if we don’t have sex,” I tell her.

  “And then what happens?” she asks. “What happens at the end of the summer when we go back home and start school in the fall?”

  “We keep doing this, being together, hanging out, fooling around.” I grab her ass cheeks and give them a squeeze in demonstration.

  “You promise?” Hannah whispers.

  “I promise.”

  Now I finally get it. She’s worried that I’m going to hurt her, but she doesn’t understand that she has the same power over me too – the power to break my heart. She’s already holding the organ in her fist; she just doesn’t know it yet.

  Chapter 10

  Hannah

  The next two weeks with Royal are the best of my life. We spend every minute together from the time we wake up and go to work until he has to sneak back to his dorm room.

  There are only three days left before we go home, and I’m scared. So scared that things will change.

  At least Royal did promise me we would keep seeing each other, and there won’t be any reason for us to have to sneak around anymore. I can introduce him to my parents, and we can be together at school…

  But we won’t be able to have any time alone.

  There’s no way my parents will let him come over and have my door closed.

  Which means no more kissing, no more touching, no more orgasms, no more of that physical closeness with him that I’ve come to crave unless it’s done in one of our cramped cars.

  That’s why I make a crazy, possibly reckless decision our last Friday night at camp.

  Not that it’s really much of a stretch to the things we’ve been doing.

  Most nights, Royal has my shirt up and off as soon as I open the door for him.

  And for the past few days, he’s also pulled down my bottoms and kissed me between my legs. Not that I’ve really seen what he does down there. I can’t, it’s too embarrassing, not to mention I have to cover my face with my pillow to muffle my screams, because boy, do I scream. His tongue just feels so damn good that I can’t get enough. That’s why I gave up on trying to talk him out of it.

  Once I come at least once, Royal usually crawls up my body and then strokes himself until he comes on my stomach or breasts.

  Tonight, I stop him when he pulls his cock out.

  “Wait,” I say, still out of breath from coming so hard when I reach down and cover his hand with mine.

  “What?” he asks, looking down at me with a grin. “You want to jerk me off tonight?”

  “Ah, well, I can, or I was wondering if you maybe have a condom?”

  “A condom? Why would I need a condom?”

  “So I won’t get pregnant…” I trail off.

  I wish I had a camera to capture the surprised expression on his face.

  “You want to…? Are you sure?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  Royal was right. He has all my other firsts, and I want him to have the last one. Well, the last one I ever plan to give a man.

  “What happened to waiting until you get married?” Royal asks.

  “I trust you more than I do some hypothetical man in my future,” I tell him, withholding the fact that I think that maybe someday, when we’re much older, he could be my husband.

  “So, do you have a condom?” I ask since without one it’s all a moot point.

  “Yeah, there’s one in my wallet. Do you want me to get it out?”

  “Yes. And you should probably take off the rest of your clothes since I’m already naked.”
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  “Oh. Right. Yeah,” Royal agrees as he scrambles off the bed to undress and retrieve the foil packet from the wallet in his pants. I kick off my bottoms the rest of the way and watch as he stands next to the bed, completely naked in my room for the first time, appreciating how sexy he is and that he’s about to be mine in every possible way.

  “I’m not going to ask you again,” he says as he climbs on top of me, wedging his hips between my spread thighs.

  “Okay,” I agree.

  “So, we’re really going to do this?” he asks, making me smile despite my nervousness because he said he wasn’t going to ask again.

  “Royal?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Kiss me?” I ask because I know that, once our tongues meet, it’ll be like every other time and our bodies will take over and do the rest.

  And I was right.

  The next few minutes are a total blur of a little awkwardness getting started, a hint of pain, and then a feeling of completeness I know I’ll never forget, not just physically but emotionally too when Royal whispers, “I love you” against my ear.

  Chapter 11

  Royal

  I’ve thought about the act of having sex for so long that it never occurred to me to worry about everything that comes afterward.

  First of all, there’s the wrestling off of the sticky condom to dispose of in the trash can. And then there’s the heavy silence, which serves as a reminder that Hannah didn’t make a single sound while we were doing it. She’s incredibly loud when she’s getting off, which means she didn’t even come close, because, let’s face it, I’ve never come so fast in my life.

  No one prepared me for how much better sex is to jerking off. How can anyone last more than a minute or two when your dick is in the tightest, hottest place on earth with a beautiful, completely naked woman underneath you? You can’t. It’s impossible.

  And finally, not only did she not scream, she didn’t say anything after I stupidly blurted out that I loved her.

  Not that I don’t love her, because I do. At least I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her. And since she didn’t say it back, I’m guessing she doesn’t feel the same way about me, which sucks, but I don’t blame her. My default personality is set to angry asshole, which is why I’m pretty sure my own parents despise me. Not that I’m all that fond of them either.

  In a few hours’ time, I’m sure it’ll all blow over and I’ll be able to chalk the three embarrassing words up to just being “in the heat of the moment” or whatever anyway.

  I want Hannah to say something to me now, though, to lie and say it was good for her even though we both know it wasn’t compared to all of the other things we’ve done fooling around. I sure as shit can’t come right out and ask her; because then she could be honest, which would be brutal.

  No wonder on television shows and in movies the guys leave right after they finish. Who wants to stick around and get their ego crushed by the woman?

  “Royal?” Hannah asks, making me realize I’ve been standing in the corner facing the trash can for longer than necessary.

  “Yeah?” I ask, unable to look at her.

  “I’m glad we did that.”

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  I’ve never felt so much relief as I do in this moment. And I really want to believe what she said is true, because Hannah doesn’t lie. Ever. She’s incapable of telling anything but the truth.

  “Me too,” I say when I finally turn back around to face her.

  While I was lurking around at the trash can, fighting with the rubber, Hannah got up and put her bottoms on before climbing back into bed still topless, bless her heart, because she knows how obsessed I am with her tits.

  That and the fact that she said she’s glad we did it makes my decision to stay much easier. I don’t want to leave. Not right now or on Sunday when we have to go home.

  I just want to stay here, in this hot as hell dorm room with my girl and never leave. It’s the best place in the world, like a happy home I didn’t know I was missing until a few weeks ago. The way Hannah makes me feel is finally something worth living for.

  Even if she never wants to have sex with me again, which would be understandable after that disaster, I just like being with her.

  When I lie down on the bed facing Hannah, I keep my eyes lowered to her breasts because I don’t want to see the disappointment on her face.

  “Hey, Royal? How did you end up here?” she asks.

  “What do you mean? We were fooling around, and you asked if I had a condom…”

  “No,” she says with a soft laugh. “I mean here at camp. I’m glad you came, but you obviously didn’t want to be here the first week.”

  “Oh, that,” I mutter as I roll to my back and stare up at her ceiling with my arm propped up underneath my head. “My dad doesn’t really want me to talk about it with anyone, not even Aric or Blake.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  “On the last day of school, I drove my dad’s car through a church.”

  Hannah gasps. “That-that was you? I heard it was a drunk driver but not who.”

  “I wasn’t drunk,” I tell her.

  “So, then how did it happen?”

  “I’m not really sure. My dad and I were fighting, so I left. When I got in the car, I just took off, not sure where I was going. Then, right before the church, there’s that sharp curve, you know? So, I sped up and kept going straight at it. Mostly I wanted to hurt something, and I didn’t care if I hurt myself.”

  “You did it on purpose?” Hannah asks.

  “Yeah. I did. After it was over, I just had some bumps and bruises. Garrett’s dad was there and called my dad, who convinced him to not call the police. He was pissed, but he didn’t want everyone to know I fucked up. So, Garrett’s dad agreed to cover it up if I promised to seek redemption by coming here to try and find Jesus or something. Wonder what the preacher man would say if I told him I found a slice of heaven between your legs…”

  “Royal!” Hannah exclaims. And from the corner of my eye, I see her sit up to get out of bed, so I grab her arm to pull her back down.

  Climbing on top of her, I pin her down on her back, then brush my lips over hers. “I’m joking. Well, about telling him, not about the finding heaven part.”

  “You mean that?” she asks, grabbing my shoulders and holding on but not pushing me away or off of her as her gaze that I had been avoiding finally locks with mine.

  “Yeah, I do,” I admit, letting her see the truth in my eyes right along with the vulnerability and even the love. Because even though she hasn’t said the words, I know she cares about me. And maybe one day, if I don’t fuck this up, she may love me too.

  Chapter 12

  Hannah

  Saturday morning, before Royal comes over to my room, I go down to the kitchen to grab us some water, which means I have to walk through the common room where Leeanne and some of the other girls are hanging out.

  “Hey,” I say in greeting when they all stop talking to stare at me. “Just passing through to the kitchen. Does anyone need anything?” I offer to be nice. Garrett backed off weeks ago, so I thought maybe they could cut me a break. It’s not like I wanted him to have a crush on me.

  “No, we don’t,” Leeanne mutters.

  “Well, don’t stop talking on account of me,” I say with more snarkiness.

  “It’s only polite, though, since we were talking about sex, something a prude like you wouldn’t know anything about.”

  I should’ve kept walking but couldn’t help myself. Tomorrow’s our last day here, and I want to prove them all wrong. They don’t know me, and they’ve never even bothered to try and get to know me, which I’ve never understood. Turning around and crossing my arms over my chest, I say, “Actually, I do know a few things about sex.”

  “Yeah, right,” one of the girls says with a roll of her eyes.

  “I do.”

  “Then share with the group,” Leeanne urges with a smirk because she think
s I’m lying.

  “Well, what do you want to know about? Oral sex or, like, the real thing?”

  “You’ve really had sex?” Leeanne asks.

  “Yes.”

  “And? What was it like?” one of the other girls asks. “Come on, spill.” She doesn’t ask the question like she’s being a bitch but like she’s genuinely curious. And since I don’t have anyone really go into details with me, I oblige. “Your first time sort of hurts at the beginning; but after that, it gets better. Still, oral is my favorite. It can be much, much better, especially if he can make you, well, you know...”

  “Come?” someone supplies.

  “Yeah.”

  “I was wrong,” Leeanne says. “Guess you have done it. Who did you do it with?” she asks with a grin.

  “I would rather not say…”

  “Royal Fitzpatrick,” someone blurts out. “It was with him, wasn’t it?”

  “That-that’s no one’s business but mine.”

  “Wow. I have to say that I am shocked,” Leeanne says with a bark of laughter. “I always thought you were too uptight to sleep with anyone before you were forty.”

  “Well, I did want to wait until I was married, so that my husband could be my first, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “So why didn’t you wait?” someone questions.

  “Because…because I wanted to do it now.” And because I love Royal, even though I’m scared to admit that to him, scared he’ll hurt me if he knows how much I care.

  “Now as in here? At camp?” Leeanne asks with her jaw gaping.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh my god! Where?”

  “You can’t tell anyone,” I warn them.

  “Promise,” they all say at the same time.

  “In my dorm room.”

  “Ah! Lucky!” Leeanne exclaims. “Guess you owe me a thank you for backing out as your roomie.”

  “Yeah, I guess I do.”

  “Well, come sit down,” she says. “Jess, move so Hannah can sit down,” Leeanne orders the girl next to her, so I go and have a seat. “How many times have you and Royal done it?” she asks.