by Lane Hart
“Because…because I haven’t been with…anyone else,” I admit to him, for some stupid reason. It’s impossible to think or speak coherently when I’m right on the verge of pleasure.
Royal still knows just what I need too. He rubs his wet fingertip over my clit while my fingers take his place inside of me.
My head falls back against the wall as my legs tense and tighten, right along with the walls of my pussy. “Oh! Oh god! Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
I come so hard I start to sag against the wall, scraping my back. But Royal keeps me upright as the intense tremors rack my body. In fact, he spins me around so that my face is pressed to the bricks and the front of his body is holding me in place. I hear the sound of his zipper going down, and then he’s rubbing his swollen head over the damp crotch of my panties, teasing me through my folds.
“Please, Royal,” I beg, needing him inside of me, even though it’s the stupidest wish in the entire world.
“Please what?” he asks.
“Fuck me,” I demand without an ounce of shame.
“Oh, I’m going to,” he says as his lips place wet, open-mouthed kisses along the side of my neck. “And don’t worry, baby. I can last a helluva lot longer now.”
With that final word, he tugs my thong to the side and then plunges in so deeply and so suddenly that a scream is ripped from me. But there’s no longer pain like before. There’s only pleasure as another orgasm starts gathering in my lower belly.
I can’t speak or think. All I know is that if Royal stops before I come again, I’ll kill him.
Chapter 14
Royal
Nothing has ever felt as good as being inside of Hannah, and nothing ever will as my hips pound away, shoving all my hate and rage inside of her body until she starts to quake underneath mine.
Fuck, she’s so tight and hot and…loud, very, very loud.
In fact, with every thrust, she cries out; and it finally occurs to me that I need to shut her up before someone hears us. I slap my palm over her mouth, and then her pussy is choking my cock as she comes, making it nearly impossible to not shoot my load.
But I can’t. Not yet.
For one, I refuse to let go until Hannah comes again, making sure she can never say shit about me not lasting long or not being good at fucking her. And secondly, and most importantly, I’m not wearing a condom.
It’s stupid and dangerous, but common sense and critical thinking weren’t exactly something high on my list of priorities until I needed a distraction to keep from unloading.
I’ll pull out before I come, because a kid is the last fucking thing I need to be the cherry on top of my fucked-up life.
“Hannah?”
No, I take that back, Maddie fucking Collins interrupting is going to ruin everything first.
“Hannah, are you okay?” Maddie calls out again, making my hips go still and Hannah to freeze too. Of course she can’t speak, because my palm is still covering her loud mouth. “If not, I will kill that miserable piece of –”
Her words cut off abruptly, which means she’s close enough to see us in the darkness.
“Oh my god!” Maddie shouts, and then she’s charging toward me before I can even pull out, shoving me backward so hard that, with my pants down and being three sheets to the wind, I stumble. “What is wrong with you, you-you sick fucking pervert?” she yells as she pushes my chest again, this time knocking me off balance and causing me to fall down on my ass.
Goddamnit. I think some gravel is now lodged in my ass cheeks.
“Royal? Maddie?” Blake asks when he joins the party.
Great. Let’s invite the whole fucking school!
“Maddie!” Hannah shouts her friend’s name from behind the towering, angry redhead. And I can’t tell if she’s happy to see her or pissed that she interfered.
Oh fuck me.
What if Hannah is so embarrassed about what we did that she acts like she didn’t want it as much as I did?
“Are you okay?” Maddie asks her.
Hannah has finally turned back around to face us, tugging her gold dress down over her ass. “I’m fine,” she says, which is a huge fucking relief, because the last thing I need is her making up some rape bullshit on me as payback. “What are you doing out here?” she asks Maddie and Blake, which is a good fucking question.
Blake silently sidesteps a floundering Big Red and offers me a hand, helping me get to my feet.
“I…I thought he was…” Maddie starts.
“Fucking her?” I finish the sentence for her as I zip my pants before she can insert any inaccuracies of her own imagination. “Yeah, I was. Not my fault she screams like a fucking banshee when she comes.”
“You were…you wanted it?” Maddie asks Hannah, sounding like she thinks that’s a ridiculous notion. Guess Hannah never told her about when we fooled around at camp summer before last. Which is a good thing.
“I plead temporary insanity,” Hannah mutters, her hands still fussing over her dress nervously. “We can go now if you want.”
Fuck.
“You sure about that?” Maddie asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
Don’t go yet. Fucking talk to me first! I want to yell but keep my mouth shut.
“Oh, yeah,” Hannah agrees way too easily before she starts walking toward the parking lot, making it clear she’s done with me. “I finished even if he didn’t.”
When the two of them are out of sight, Blake asks, “Dude, what the hell just happened?”
“It’s a long story,” I say since not even he or Aric know my history with Hannah. I had intended to tell them after coming home that summer, before everything went to shit. Then it was just too embarrassing to tell anyone that I stupidly fell in love with goody two shoes Hannah Morgan, who then crushed me when she turned me in for cheating, ruining my entire future.
“Is it a full moon or something, because get this – Aric and Maddie are together!” Blake exclaims. “Maddie Collins! Can you believe that asshole stole her from me?”
“You don’t say,” I mutter since I had an idea something was up after Aric started staring at Maddie in the cafeteria and making guys apologize to her for lying about saying they screwed her.
“Did you know?” he asks as he starts walking back to the front of the gym.
“Nope.” It’s not a lie since I had no proof, only suspicions. Blake’s going to be furious with Aric for sure, no reason to have him pissed at me too when this is all on Aric.
“Where is that son of a bitch, anyway?” Blake asks when we go back into the gym and Aric’s nowhere to be found.
Sophie comes running up in her red, two-piece dress, holding her phone’s screen toward us. “Did you two hear about Aric? He got hurt during the game, and someone on Facebook posted that they saw him and his parents at the hospital!”
“Oh shit,” Blake mutters.
“If that’s true, then why didn’t he tell us?” I ask. “Maybe it’s just a rumor,” I suggest to Sophie.
“Maybe, but Garrett saw him leaving the field house with his parents…”
Blake has his phone out first, trying to call him. “Voicemail,” he grumbles when he ends the call.
“We should’ve realized something was up when Maddie showed up at the dance and Aric didn’t,” I point out. “She wouldn’t have come unless she thought he would be here.”
“Yeah, that makes sense now,” Blake agrees.
“So, the rumors must be true about him being in the hospital. Why else would he want to invoke Big Red’s wrath if he’s trying to hit that?” I ask.
“Good point,” Blake says. “I’ll see if I can get his mom or dad.”
No one answers on their home phone, but Blake holds a thumbs up when he calls Aric’s mom.
“Mrs. Prince? Hey, it’s Blake. Is Aric with you?” he asks and immediately frowns at her response. “He is at the hospital? Right now?”
“Fuck,” I mutter since that means he probably messed up his shoulder again.
“Royal and I are on the way,” Blake tells her before ending the call.
“His shoulder?” I ask.
“Yep. Can I still be pissed at him even if he’s hurt?” he asks me.
“Depends on how bad it is,” I tease him, because I know he may not give Aric a hard time for the Maddie shit right now, but he will eventually. And I have a feeling that it’s going to cause a rift between our friendship, one that may be fucked beyond repair.
“You two need a ride?” Sophie offers. “I haven’t had anything to drink, but I’m guessing you two have.”
“Yeah, thanks, Soph,” I tell her, because I sure as shit don’t need a DWI on my already tarnished record and neither does Blake, who has everything going for him.
“I’m so glad you boys could come,” Aric’s mom says when she meets us in the emergency room lobby. “The doctor had to pop his shoulder back into place, which was horrifying; but then they gave him some pain meds, and now he’s resting. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you both.”
“Yeah, sure,” Blake says, and I think he’s backing down even more from bitching Aric out, at least for tonight.
We walk into one of the hospital rooms in the emergency department, and it’s obvious from the spaced-out expression on Aric’s face that he’s high as a kite.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell us you were going to the hospital? We found out from Facebook,” I say when Blake and I come to a stop right beside the bed rail.
“Kidnappedbymyparents,” Aric slurs, running all four words together.
“I hate you got hurt again,” I tell him. And since he’s so zonked, I look over at the other side of the bed to ask his parents, “How bad is it this time?”
Before they can answer me, Aric mumbles, “I’m done. So. Fucking. Done.”
At least his words are each punctuated and easier to understand with the slurring.
Poor guy. I feel his pain. Getting suspended and then booted from the football team sucked. Not only was I a team captain, but I was a goddamn legend on the field as a middle linebacker, holding the record for the school’s most tackles ever.
And in the blink of an eye, it was all gone.
I notice Blake shifting on his feet beside me and know he’s about to go there, even though it’s not the time or place. The dude really is a dope sometimes.
“You got anything else you want to tell us?” Blake asks with his jaw tightened, not even trying to hide his anger.
“If I did, can’t remember it right now,” Aric responds eventually.
“Maddie was at the homecoming dance tonight,” Blake tells him, and I can almost see the lightbulb going off behind Aric’s eyes.
“Oh shit!” he exclaims and then tries to sit up in the hospital bed before he flops right back down. “I missed homecoming and didn’t call! She’s gonna be so mad at me.”
“She was,” Blake agrees. “And she showed me some seriously fucked-up photos of you. Pardon my language, Mr. and Mrs. Prince.”
Aric winces. “I’m so sorry, man. I swear it’s over with Collette. I’m done. So fucking done. It’s been over for weeks.”
What the…?
If there was a record playing in the room, it would’ve just scratched. Hard.
With Aric’s slurring some words, hopefully I misheard.
Then Aric adds, “Don’t tell your Kurt. Your dad. Kurt,” and I know I heard him right the first time.
“Collette?” I repeat as I look over at Blake whose forehead creases in confusion. “Dude, why are you talking about Blake’s mom?” I ask even though I have another one of those fucked-up suspicions since Collette is a seriously determined cougar.
“Maddie took those pictures before school started,” Aric explains. “Bad decision. Really, really fucking bad. Wish she had never touched me.”
“Aric!” Blake yells, sounding furious when he starts to put all the pieces together. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Please don’t tell your dad,” Aric says in a whisper. “He’ll kill me and her.”
I look from Aric’s stunned parents to Blake and then Aric again whose eyelids are closing as he drifts off to sleep.
Still, that doesn’t seem to matter to Blake, who snaps out of his shock and goes right into full-blown rage when he lunges for the man in the hospital bed.
Thankfully, my reflexes are quick, and I’m able to get my arms around Blake’s chest to hold him back.
“Calm down, man,” Aric says when he blinks his heavy eyes open again and sees Blake’s red, infuriated face. “It’s all good now. Whew! I’m glad that’s finally off my chest.”
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Blake roars before a few hospital aids and Aric’s dad come take him off my hands and drag him out of the room, leaving me standing there dumbstruck.
“What’s the big damn deal?” Aric asks me as I scrub my palms over my face, knowing that everything has changed now and will never be the same. Us three, our friendship is ruined beyond repair because of Aric being a dumbass.
“You just…” I start to explain. “I think you just told him you screwed his mom! He’s never gonna forgive you, asshole. And then there’s Maddie…”
“Maaaaddddieee.” Aric stretches her name out like a prayer, an enormous grin on his face like he doesn’t even remember the shitstorm he just started with Blake. “She’s awesome. I think I love her.”
Jesus Christ!
“You’ve lost your goddamn mind, man,” I tell him with a shake of my head before I walk out of the room to go try and calm down my best friend, who just had his entire perfect world blown to smithereens.
Chapter 15
Hannah
“So you and Royal?” Maddie asks. She’s driving us home in my car from the dance since I drank the punch that was spiked. Both of us were silent for several long minutes after we got in the car following her catching me and Royal in a compromising position, but I guess her curiosity finally got the best of her. Not to mention, she probably needs a distraction from the disappointment of Aric standing her up tonight.
“Me and Royal,” I agree on a sigh.
“Since when?”
“A long, long time ago.” Camp with Royal feels like a different lifetime or a different reality. “I used to have a huge crush on him that goes back to freshman year, but he didn’t know I existed until a few summers ago at camp when we…did things together.”
“Seriously?” Maddie says.
“Seriously.”
“So, what? You two have been on again, off again for years?”
“Something like that,” I tell her, even though it’s been entirely off. Neither of us even spoke to each other before the SAT blowup when Royal went ballistic on me, catching me so off-guard in the school parking lot the Monday morning after. I couldn’t even respond with a single word before I slid right back into the driver seat of my car and drove myself home. I told my parents I came home sick, which wasn’t a lie. After finding out Royal had been suspended for the rest of the year, I threw up because I felt so awful.
“Until the spring when things went downhill?” Maddie correctly guesses.
“The spring certainty didn’t help anything, that’s for sure.” I’ve never told anyone about the recording of Royal talking about using me. It’s too embarrassing and heartbreaking.
“I still can’t believe you would let him screw you after he screwed you over so badly!” she exclaims. “In case you forgot, he ruined your life so that I’m the only person in the school who talks to you! What were you thinking, Han?”
“I wasn’t thinking. That’s the problem,” I tell her. “And that is definitely not going to happen again.”
“If you say so.”
“I do,” I reply adamantly. The regret I feel tonight is almost as severe as it was from camp when I found out how Royal truly felt about me. He may be an extremely talented liar, but he also makes me feel so damn good that I couldn’t resist his touch. Never again will I submit to him or his advances, no
matter what.
“So, why do you think Aric didn’t show?” I ask Maddie to change the subject.
“Maybe he changed his mind about us,” she says with a sniff and shrug of her shoulders as if that decision wouldn’t bother her when it clearly would. “Should’ve known better than to trust him in the first place.”
“He could have a good reason,” I say.
“He could,” Maddie agrees but doesn’t sound convinced. “But why didn’t he just call or send me a quick text to let me know before I embarrassed myself by showing up?”
“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.”
“Yeah, I will,” she agrees with a sigh. “And if he just gives me some bullshit because he chickened out, then I am done with his arrogant ass!”
“That’s fair,” I agree as she pulls up in the driveway of my house and puts my car in park. “You’ll have to let me know how it goes,” I tell her.
“I will,” she says.
We both climb out and shut the car doors. “Are you sure you don’t want to drive my car home instead of taking the bus?” I ask her again when she walks around to the passenger side and drops the keys into my palm.
“I’ll be fine. But thank you for the ride to school and the outfit. Oh, and for going with me tonight even if it was only to get stood up!”
“You’re welcome,” I say. “Good night and good luck.”
“Night,” Maddie responds before she starts for the road, walking the five blocks to the closest bus stop because she’s so darn stubborn.
Inside my house, I say a quick goodnight to my parents, who are watching television in the living room, and then jog up the stairs to my room before they can grill me and notice I’ve been drinking or screwing around with a certain jackass.
My first stop is to my en suite bathroom where I run warm water in my garden tub to sit and soak away all traces of Royal Fitzpatrick from my skin. I still smell his rich boy cologne everywhere, and I swear that scent is like some sort of aphrodisiac I can’t resist but know I should.