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

by Lane Hart

  “Jesus, Aric!” Maddie exclaims. Her shock quickly melts into a quest for pleasure when she grips the headboard to hang on while her hips roll, working herself on my tongue. She’s already soaking wet, but I want her desire dripping down her thighs before I take her virginity, making it as easy and painless as possible. I want Maddie to enjoy her first time so much that she sneaks into my bed every night from now on.

  Fuck, I love knowing she’ll be here with me in my house.

  A harsh, gasping moan escapes Maddie’s lips before she presses her face to her arm that’s braced on the headboard to muffle the sounds when she comes apart for me, trembling and grinding herself down on my mouth so hard the bed squeaks.

  I kiss my way up her pelvis and stomach as her body starts to relax, and then I give a tug on her thighs to drag her down until my mouth can reach her tits again. Once they’ve both received plenty of attention from my tongue, I kiss my way up her chest, pulling her body down as I go until our hips are lined up perfectly.

  I feel Maddie’s lips press to my neck a few times before they reach my mouth.

  “Should I…should I…put the condom on you now?” she whispers between pants.

  “Whenever you’re ready, baby,” I answer. Strands of her hair have fallen in her face, so I push them behind her ear. Giving her one last chance to change her mind, I say, “It doesn’t have to be tonight.”

  “I’m ready,” she assures me with another quick kiss before she pushes herself up and back to sit on my legs. Carefully tearing open the wrapper, she pulls the condom out, and then it takes her a few tries before she gets it rolled down my shaft. Every single touch has my teeth clenching with need.

  “Like that?” she asks, smoothing it down with a tight gripped stroke once it’s on me.

  “Just like that.”

  Maddie then comes forward on her knees until her body is centered right above my cock. She wraps her hand around the base and eases herself down on the tip, watching my face the entire time.

  “That’s it, baby. Nice and slow. Whatever feels good.”

  While I wish I was on top of her, I know it’s better this way so she can set the pace her first time. Otherwise I would probably go too hard and fast because she feels so fucking good with her tight heat surrounding me. It takes all the willpower I have not to thrust up into her. Instead, I busy myself with a handful of her ass and watching her beautiful face, her sexy body sinking down on me.

  A ragged gasp is the only sound Maddie makes when I’m fully sheathed inside of her.

  “How’s that feel?” I ask her when her eyes snap shut.

  “Good. It’s good,” she replies without opening them. “I want to move, but…I’m afraid it will hurt.”

  “Come here,” I tell her as I sit up and grab the back of her neck to pull her mouth to mine. “It’s done, baby. Now you’re mine and I’m yours. Just ride me however you want.” I slip my tongue into her mouth to distract her, entice her, and she reciprocates. And before long, she’s moving on top of me in the same slow, sensual rhythm.

  “Fuck, Maddie, you feel so good,” I tell her as I wrap my arm around her back, pressing our bodies closer. “So perfect I may never let you go.”

  “Please…please don’t…break my heart,” she begs as she starts to move her hips faster.

  “Never, baby,” I promise her. “I’ll always be here for you. I would cut out a chunk of my own heart before I let anyone hurt you or your brother and sister again.”

  “I know,” Maddie says on a choked sob as she presses her head against mine. “That’s why I love you as much as I once thought I hated you.”

  “Damn right,” I agree, glad she’s finally in my life, in my house, in my bed, because she’s been under my skin since day one.

  Epilogue

  Maddie

  Eight months later…

  “I used to think that asking for help would make me look weak. Now I know that not asking for help when I needed it most only made me look like an idiot,” I say to the group of graduates before me, along with their family and friends. “So why did the faculty of this prestigious academy allow me to stand before you today as the smartest person in our graduating class? Because I’m no longer the same person I was a year ago or three years ago when I first stepped foot on campus. I struggled and suffered until someone finally breached the walls I built up around me. I didn’t make it easy by throwing them a rope either. Still, he was strong enough to make it over and come to my rescue.” I look up from my speech to flash a smile at Aric sitting with the rows of our classmates before I continue reading. “So, seniors, as you make your way out into the world in pursuit of your dreams, learn from my mistake. Don’t try to do it all on your own. Ask for help. Lean on your friends and family so they can be there to lift you up when you fail. And despite putting in the effort, most of us will fail, probably more than once. But failure doesn’t mean you’re weak. It just means…you’re human.”

  I retake my seat to applause, and then all of the diplomas are handed out, pieces of paper that represent all we’ve accomplished and what’s to come. I’ve been accepted to Madison, a local university’s English program, but I haven’t made a decision yet. I’m still trying to figure out if I can pay for textbooks and work my schedule around Matt and Mandy’s. I haven’t lost hope of getting custody of them either.

  “Nice speech,” Aric says once the ceremony is over, wrapping me in a hug and planting a kiss on my lips.

  “Thanks,” I tell him before we’re surround by his parents and our siblings eager to congratulate us too. Aric and Blake even share a masculine embrace. Not all is forgiven between them yet, but I think it will be soon.

  When Aric and I finally make it back to each other, he asks with a grin, “Are you ready to see your graduation present?”

  “Graduation present?” I repeat. “But I didn’t get you anything…”

  “That’s fine. This is sort of a present for both of us.”

  “So you bought us a present?” I ask.

  “Yep.” He pulls my graduation cap off, and then my gown is gone, handed off to his parents before he’s quickly pulling me away by my hand.

  “But Matt and Mandy…”

  “You can see them in an hour or so when we get back to the house for the party. Now, stop dragging your feet for once,” he tells me.

  “Fine,” I agree. “See you in a few!” I yell to my brother and sister before I’m taken from them and…toward the bus stop.

  “Why are we taking the bus?” I ask Aric. “Where’s your car?”

  “I sold it.”

  “You what?” I exclaim. “You sold your beloved Lamborghini? Why would you do that?”

  “You’ll see,” is all he tells me.

  “I don’t like that answer.”

  “Do you really care about my car?” he asks when we hurry onto the waiting bus’s steps and find seats next to each other. “Is this about the bet? I should’ve asked you before selling it since it’s technically yours now.”

  “What? No. I didn’t expect you to hand over the keys no more than you expected four blowjobs a day all summer.”

  “You’re right,” he agrees with a smirk. “I can live with just one.”

  I jab him in the ribs with my elbow.

  “Kidding! Jeez!” he mutters before his eyes go to the windows, watching the streets go by.

  “Do you know where we’re going?’ I ask in concern.

  “Ah, yeah. I just haven’t ever taken the bus there.”

  “What street?”

  “Broad,” he says.

  “Why are we going to Broad Street?” I question him since it’s just a residential area.

  “You’ll see. I swear you have the patience of an ADD dog.”

  “Haha,” I reply.

  We sit in silence the rest of the short trip, Aric not saying a thing or looking away from the window other than to kiss the knuckles of our joined hands a few times like he’s nervous. And Aric Prince is never nervous.


  “This is it. I think,” he says as he gets to his feet and we make our way off the bus.

  As soon as we’re on the sidewalk, the door closes behind us and then the bus is moving on.

  “So, what is this?” I ask Aric, spinning around in a circle to see what I’m missing.

  “We need to go that way,” he answers, pointing to our left. Two blocks later and he stops in front of a modest, two-story brick home with a few colorful flowers planted on either side of the porch.

  “Do you know who lives here?” I ask him.

  “Yeah,” he answers. “Now we do. What do you think?”

  “I-I’m confused,” I admit. “You sold your car and bought…a house?”

  “Yeah, for us.”

  “Why, Aric? Why would you do that?” I ask.

  “Because I love my parents, but I don’t love having to sneak you into my bed every night and then out before the sun comes up.”

  “So, you bought a house for us to fuck in?” I say in disbelief.

  “No, not just to fuck in,” he says with a roll of his light green eyes. “To live in.”

  “It’s…it’s beautiful, but, Aric, I can’t move in with you. What about Matt and Mandy? I want to be where they are.”

  “You stubborn ass woman,” he mutters before he picks me up throws me up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Which I would normally think is good practice before he starts the academy but not exactly the right time.

  “Put me down!”

  “Not until I give you a tour,” he says. I hear the jingling of keys and then the door opening. The inside smells like fresh paint and new carpet.

  I see glimpses of a large empty living room before Aric’s taking me up the flight of stairs to the second floor. There he finally sets me back down on my feet.

  “Have a look.”

  Sighing in defeat since he’s blocking the only exit, I peek into a bathroom and then a bedroom. Unlike the downstairs, it’s furnished with a twin bed with pink and purple bedding and framed Disney princess photos on the wall. My first thought is that Mandy would love it…

  Gasping in disbelief, I whirl around to Aric and point over my shoulder. “Is that…”

  “Mandy’s room? Yep,” he answers with a cocky grin, enjoying making me feel like a jackass for ever doubting him. He knows how important my brother and sister are to me and will always be. Aric’s not trying to take me from them; he wants a place for all of us to be together. “Matt’s room is right across the hall, but we can easily fit two beds in one room if they still want to share.” He flips on the light to the next bedroom and inside is the same twin bed with green and gray Minecraft decorations instead of princesses. “You think they’ll like them?” Aric asks. “They’ll be in the same school district, so they can stay with their friends –” he gets out before I launch myself at him and wrap my legs around his waist.

  “Thank you,” I tell him as I kiss his lips. “I can’t believe you did this!”

  “I can’t wait to move in,” he murmurs as he carries me further down the hall while I shove my tongue into his mouth. Then, he’s laying me down on a big, soft bed.

  “Is this one ours?” I ask as he lowers himself on top of me, settling between my spread legs.

  “It sure is. What do you say we break it in, and then I’ll show you your office in the loft?”

  “My office?” I exclaim.

  “Where else would you work on writing your novels?” he asks with a grin.

  “Do you think Caroline would let me write her story next?”

  Aric pulls back and narrows his eyes at me. “Can we please not talk about my sister right now? I’m trying really hard to forget how she got knocked up.”

  “It all started the night of Blake’s Halloween party…” I begin narrating and giggle when Aric slaps his palm over my mouth to shut me up.

  “I read what you wrote about me,” he admits, his cheeks even turning a slight shade of red. Aric Prince, embarrassed maybe for the first time in his life.

  “You read our story?” I mumble into his palm that he removes.

  “I did. And…it’s fucking brilliant, baby. I can’t wait to see how it ends.”

  Smiling at his praise that warms me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, I tell him, “I bet there’s going to be a happily ever after.”

  “Oh yeah? Me too,” he agrees when he kisses the tip of my nose.

  The End

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  WARNING: WHILE CRAVE YOUR MERCY IS A HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCE, IT CONTAINS DARK THEMES, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE THAT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS.

  Synopsis

  Blake Sullivan’s perfect life is imploding. His father threw his mother out of the house, and now they’re going through a nasty divorce while the whole town watches.

  Since I’ve been away at college, I had no idea that my brother Aric was the one responsible for destroying Blake’s family.

  Or that Blake would stop at nothing to get back at Aric.

  And I never thought that I would be used as a pawn in Blake’s revenge, not until it’s too late.

  Now I have to make an impossible decision, one that will change everything.

  I’ll never forget what Blake did to me; and no matter how much he begs, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive him.

  Prologue

  Blake Sullivan

  Four years ago…

  “See ya, Caroline,” I say to Aric’s older sister. She’s sitting on the top of the Princes’ front steps when I jog down the other side of them, leaving his house on the short walk back to mine. I avoid looking at her directly in the warm glow of the front porch light. From the corner of my eye, I notice she’s still wearing her blue and red Mercy Academy cheerleading uniform that’s obscenely short when she’s standing up, so sitting, I’m sure her lean legs would look like they’re a mile long. And since her legs lead up to a certain female body part that I shouldn’t be thinking about at all because she’s my best friend’s sister, avoiding a direct visual is key. At fourteen, it doesn’t take much to get a woody, especially from beautiful, sexy girls who are taller than me. Not that I think Caroline is either of those things. Thanks to the bro code, I have no opinion of her at all and have never thought about her naked. Nope. Not even once.

  More like a million times, all of which make me feel guilty and like a horrible friend…

  I’m halfway down the sidewalk when she finally responds. “B-bye, Blake,” she says with a hitch in her voice and a sniffle like she’s been crying. She definitely doesn’t sound like her usual peppy self, which has my sneakers pausing in mid-stride.

  “You okay?” I ask when I spin around on my heels to face her but not look at her directly. I keep my gaze fixed firmly on the Princes’ door above her head and my hands shoved in my navy-blue hoodie that’s a little warm for a September night but a necessity lately because it’s thankfully long enough to cover any sudden tenting in the front of my jeans.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she responds while swiping her fingers underneath both of her eyes. Great, now I’m looking d
irectly at her, and I can’t force my eyes to move the fuck on. It’s like staring at the sun — you know you shouldn’t, but every once and a while you still do it. Caroline has the same effect on me. She’s so…perfect with a red ribbon holding up her wavy, chocolate hair in a ponytail and her uniform hugging her curves. Her skirt is just as short as I remembered; and from this angle, I can almost see a glimpse of the red panties all the cheerleaders wear. My favorite part of Friday night games is waiting for them to do a kick or a flip to see a flash of those panties. Aric would kill me if he could read my mind.

  It takes several long seconds of ogling her before I notice Caroline’s cheeks and nose are both red and blotchy like she’s been crying. I’ve seen that exact coloring on my mom’s face more times than I can count. She always says she’s fine too, and I know it’s a lie.

  “You don’t look fine,” I tell Caroline as I stroll back over and take a seat on the steps next to her. It’s better this way, not looking at her head on. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “It has to be something, or you wouldn’t be sitting out here alone crying while everyone else you go to school with are probably partying, celebrating Mercy’s win.”

  God, I can’t wait until next year when I get to play football in the packed stadium under the lights with thousands of people cheering for me.

  “Sean…Sean’s a dick,” Caroline finally admits, referring to Sean Jacobs, Mercy’s starting wide receiver who thinks he’s the shit. Thank fuck it’s his senior year and that prick will be gone by next year. Otherwise, my ass would be riding the bench since I play the same position.

  “What did Sean do? Do you want me, Aric, and Royal to kick his ass?” I offer.

  “No, but thanks for offering,” Caroline says with a sniffle, and then she tilts her head, resting it on my shoulder and making me forget how to exhale for several long seconds as her sweet, peach scent engulfs me. I almost miss her next words, which sound pretty damn important. “It’s my fault really. I should’ve known he only wanted one thing from me. Seniors like him don’t ever date freshmen! Vanessa and Carrie warned me, but I just thought they were jealous.”