Beverly Hills Prep Academy The Complete Boxset : A Light Bully Romance

by Melissa Adams

  “Yes, Ms. Webber. Thank you, ma’am.”

  I look at my students and a plan forms in my mind:

  “Obviously, you won't mention the conversation we’ve had today to anyone. I’ll let you all know when I’ll need your testimony. Now, let's all go home.”

  Ayla

  I’M ABOUT TO FOLLOW Tuna outside: I wanna know what Michelle was blackmailing him with to begin with but Alex grabs my hand.

  “Baby, Tuna and Sam are gonna pick Ben up and take him to his rehab session. You and I ...”

  He's got that impossibly sexy smile and once we get outside, he stops in front of a black, scary looking motorcycle.

  He passes me one of the helmets that were secured to the back of the bike and when I don't do anything with it, he puts it on my head with a low chuckle and then he brushes my lips with his.

  “You can say no, obviously but I was thinking about a nice bike ride by the coast and then ... I booked a nice, romantic hotel room, Ayla. For everyday this week. I’m gonna take you there to make love, baby. To hold you in my arms, to learn how to drive you crazy with pleasure and to teach you how to do the same to me. What do you say?”

  It takes me a second to answer because my knees feel weak under his dark blue gaze but I also feel a tingling warmth in my lower belly.

  “Let’s go.”

  It's my first time riding on a motorcycle and I love the feeling of power underneath me but mostly the solid warmth of Alex's back and the hardness of his stomach muscles under my hands.

  He rides the bike as confidently as he does everything else in his life: he's in complete control and that's one of the things that make Alex irresistible in my eyes, aside from his perfect good looks and his bright mind.

  The hotel consists of a quaint building by a golden sand beach: all white walls and exposed dark wood beams.

  All the decor is in blues and greens reminding me of the sea and there's bougainvillea climbing on every wall outside.

  Our room is spacious and has a wide balcony with a stunning sea view.

  I can only imagine what the hotel staff must think: Alex and I are still in our school uniforms and we haven't got any luggage with us.

  Alex closes the door behind us and stands behind me on the balcony, surrounding my waist with his arms.

  There's a light breeze and I still can't make sense of how warm winters are in Southern California: in Chicago we could've had snow on the ground already, here we barely need a light jacket.

  “Penny for your thoughts?”

  I shrug lightly while he drags his soft lips down my neck making me feel that familiar weakness at my knees again.

  “I was thinking that the receptionist totally knew what we're here for.”

  He grins: I can't see it but I can hear the smile in his tone.

  “Probably. But I bet that he doesn't blame me. You're so fucking beautiful, Ayla ...”

  I turn around in his arms and I almost lose my train of thought: those blue eyes are so intense that all I want is to stare into them and let them see deep within me.

  But eventually I ask:

  “Do you usually bring all your girls here?”

  His playful grin stays put for an instant but disappears when he hears the uncertainty in my tone.

  “My girls? I’ve got only one girl, baby and she's in my arms right now.”

  “Yeah, I meant before me.”

  “No. I’ve never brought anyone here, Ayla.”

  “Not even—”

  “Not even Polly. You’ve got to understand that after Polly, I never really did the relationship thing anymore. It was hookups. So I didn't care much about where they happened. The movie theatre, one of my cars, the beach, the bathroom at school, under the bleachers, any empty classroom. The pool house if it was during a party. I’ve never felt the need to make it romantic until I met you.”

  The strange thing with Alex is that despite the fact that he brought me here to get in my pants, I know he isn't lying.

  So I kiss him first and follow him inside the room.

  And during the course of the following week, I learn a lot about my body and Alex’s.

  “Climb on top of me ...”

  He whispers one afternoon while I’m running my tongue down his perfect six pack abs.

  I know he's hard because I feel him rub between my boobs.

  So I do as I’m told: I learned that every time he asks me to do something, I end up getting rewarded with a mind blowing orgasm.

  I begin lowering myself on his hard shaft and grab him at the base to guide him inside me but I see a mischievous light passing across his dark blue eyes.

  “Not like that. Turn around. I wanna look at your ass ... I seriously can't decide if I love your ass more or your tits baby.”

  I turn and lower myself onto him until I’m sitting on his crotch: having him inside me this way, makes for a much tighter fit than normal and as I tentatively rock my hips back and forth, my eyes roll in the back of my head.

  His thick base is rubbing on the most sensitive spot on my centre and every time I move against him, I feel my inner walls twitching with the delicious feeling of all his bumps and ridges rubbing my insides while my front is on fire, throbbing and promising stars and fireworks.

  My breathing speeds up and I’m so wet that the feeling I have is of our bodies melting into one another.

  “Baby ...” He pants “ Touch my balls, please.”

  When I comply, his arms surround me and his hands cup my boobs, pinching my already hard nipples.

  And that proves too much for me: I explode, shattering into a million pieces, my body contracting around him and squeezing him so tight that he's got no choice but to follow me where nothing else matters, only the pleasure that spreads everywhere in our bodies like wildfire.

  20.

  Dangerous Liaisons

  TUNA: FORTY POINTS

  Alex: forty points (but really he’s the winner)

  Sam: twenty five points (but really forty six)

  EM: zero points (but he really is out of the game)

  EM

  “COME ON, ASSHOLE! GO deeper! Like this you’ve no chance to ever make me come!”

  Michelle smacks my ass in frustration and I go instantly soft.

  “What the fuck? Now you can't even stay hard? Seriously, EM, you're the most pathetic excuse for a boyfriend ...”

  I climb off of her, throw the condom away and start putting my clothes back on but I keep my cool: nothing good has ever come out from a confrontation with Michelle.

  “I thought this was just fucking? This is what you made clear at the beginning of the school year? When I helped you get into the A-Class?”

  She kneels on the mattress behind me and surrounds my neck with her arms: her perfume’s too strong and is giving me a headache.

  “I thought that I was gonna get back with Sam. That's why I didn't wanna get involved with you but now—”

  “Now Sam’s with Ayla, so I’m suddenly good enough for you?”

  I say it without venom, just because for the life of me, I can't understand Michelle.

  I know that she hates Ayla because Sam is dating her and she sees the other girl as the reason why she couldn't get her ex-boyfriend back and also because of the popularity that dating the A-Team gives Ayla.

  Other than that, and the fact that she wants to get everything served to her on a silver platter, I don't really know who Michelle is.

  She's the only girl I’ve had sex with and at first I felt very attracted to her because she's really hot but now...

  I don't know.

  I’ve always held a candle for Jenna and lately I can't stop thinking about her.

  So I know I can't tell Michelle that I wanna end whatever we have because the guys need me to keep up appearances until Ms. Webber gets the evidence she needs to prove the cheating but...

  I need to get out of her house and think.

  “I’m just tired, don't read more than that into it Shell, I’ll
go home and get some good sleep and tomorrow I’ll be fine. See you at school?”

  She pouts and pulls me to her by my belt, depositing a kiss on my lips.

  “Text me when you get home, ok?”

  I nod and see myself out.

  The fresh night air makes me feel immediately better and as I start driving it's as if my car had a mind of its own and decided where to take me.

  I stop in front of Jenna’s house: it's almost midnight and tomorrow we’ve got school but I see that the light is on in her bedroom window, so I text her before I even realise what I’m doing.

  I’ve seen Jenna's room once during the weekend of freshman year when we were a couple.

  We watched a movie and spent the afternoon kissing and talking and I’ve never been as happy as the two days I was her boyfriend.

  Then Michelle decided it was funny that the two ugliest people in the whole school were actually dating and she started that Ugly Prom Queen thing and Jenna and I have never really talked much since then.

  I don't blame her to be honest: I didn't wanna be ridiculed either.

  And then she got so pretty...

  But she’d always been pretty to me, it didn't really matter how much she weighed or if she had zits or braces.

  Her smile can light a room and she's so smart and funny.

  “EM, what are you doing here?”

  She's at the passenger door, looking at me through the window in a pair of soft cotton shorts and a tank top.

  I take in her dark silky locks and her beautiful brown eyes and I could make up an excuse but I don't want to, not with Jenna.

  “I was thinking about you, Jen. I’ve never stopped thinking about you, really.”

  I know she has a boyfriend but if I didn't tell her how I feel now, I probably never would.

  She surprises me by climbing into my car.

  “Can we go somewhere else? Just in case one of my parents was to look outside.”

  “How about some Fro-Yo?”

  She smiles and nods and we don't say much until we are sitting in the quiet parking lot of the Fro-Yo place and we're enjoying a frozen treat.

  “I’ve never stopped thinking about you too, EM. But—”

  “I know. You're with Josh.”

  She sighs and sets her cup down: when she looks at me, her eyes are sad.

  “I ... Josh's a good guy, EM. But he isn't you. He’s smart and handsome and very fragile. I don't wanna get into too much detail but he’s got a very complicated relationship with his mother and he goes to this therapist. Once his therapist wanted to see me ... I—”

  She's twisting her hands nervously in her lap and I take one of them in mine: her fingers are still cold from holding the Fro-Yo cup and I cover her hands with both of mine to warm her up.

  “Jenna, you're an awesome girlfriend. And if you're with Josh because you love him, I swear that I’ll never, ever try to talk to you about my feelings again. But if you stay with him because you're worried about how he’d react if you left him, then—”

  She doesn't look at me: her eyes are fixed on something outside the window but she doesn't try to remove her hands from my hold.

  “It's not just that, EM. Last time we tried dating ... you know what happened with Michelle. I’m still tagged in all the Ugly Prom Court photos that she posted on all social media. Every time I remove the tags, she immediately puts them back on. I know that we look completely different compared to freshman year but ... I’m sorry, I don't think I can go through all the taunting again. If that makes me a shallow bitch, then that's what I am.”

  I lift her chin between two of my fingers, forcing her to look at me.

  “It wouldn't be the same way this time. I’m going to be in the A-Team before the semester is over and regardless, Sam promised me that this time, the A-Team will step up to nip it in the bud if Michelle attempts to have a go at us again. Plus Michelle's been cheating on her Latin tests and we’re gonna get her expelled. So the only obstacle between us is Josh, if you love him.”

  “I do love him. As a friend. At first, when I lost the weigh and he started talking to me, I couldn't believe that such a popular guy would actually want to date me. And he's great, I care about him. But I don't love him the way I should love my boyfriend. The way Ayla loves Alex, Sam and Tuna. Those kinds of feelings ... they've only ever been for you, EM. There hasn't been one day after we broke up that I haven't thought about you and I haven't missed you.”

  I take her into my arms and I can't stop the words that I've been waiting to say to her for four years:

  “I love you, Jenna.”

  “I love you too, EM.”

  I seize her lips as softly as I can and a part of me can barely believe that this is really happening.

  Her lips are so soft and she tastes like the raspberry sauce she'd poured on her Fro-Yo.

  But I keep my kiss brief and shallow, I want this thing between us to feel right.

  So we decide that she'll speak to Josh tomorrow and to keep our relationship only between us for a few days; after what happened last time, it only feels right.

  I know Michelle could be a problem but she'll be out of our lives for good soon enough.

  I think my life's really on the right track for the first time in forever.

  Tuna

  “WHAT'S THE IMPERATIVE present tense of the verb ecibibo (Translation: to guzzle, drink)?”

  I smile: Ayla’s quizzing me on verbs.

  She's been amazing at tutoring me to make sure that I pass Ms. Webber's make up test with flying colours.

  So I answer:

  “Ecibibe, ecibibite.”

  “It’s correct!”

  She beams and hugs me tight.

  I love to feel her arms around me but the proud look in her eyes is what makes me the happiest.

  She smells so good, like a sunny spring day and her silky hair tickles my hands so I can't help but play with it.

  It's Friday afternoon and a lot of our friends are going to this party in a very popular club in LA as one of the cheerleaders is turning eighteen.

  I asked Ayla to be my date beating Sam to it and Alex really didn't have a leg to stand on after claiming Ayla every afternoon this week.

  “I think we should take a little break.”

  I say running my lips along her jaw and ending behind her ear, making her giggle because that's one of her ticklish spots.

  She smiles and starts playing with the very short hair at the back of my head: she always says that it feels super silky and she loves it.

  “I want to take a break but I want you to pass that test even more. I don't want you to get expelled.”

  “Look, princess ... we’ve been working hard since the very beginning. Yes, I used those stolen tests because I wanted to play football but I didn't go find a translation online, I actually took the time and did the work. I know my stuff, my dyslexia sometimes just makes it hard to do it under time pressure. But you’ve helped me so much and I’m confident that one evening won't make a huge difference at this point. Plus I missed you. I know we’ve got the mornings but—”

  She becomes suddenly serious.

  “I know. I’m sorry if I neglected you and Sam. Alex and I—”

  I take her chin between my fingers and kiss the spot between her nose and top lip, then descend to her top lip, bottom lip and down her neck, stopping when I reach her collarbone.

  “As long as Alex made you happy, it's completely fine by me. And I want you to know that I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything with me just because you did with one of the others. I love you and I can wait until it feels right.”

  Ayla’s eyes sparkle like two huge gems and when she speaks next, her voice is trembling a little.

  “What if I wanted to do certain things with you too? Actually, I’ve always thought that Alex would've been the last one I’d have sex with among you three. And I love you too, Alexander.”

  The passion in her voice reaches my heart like only she
can do and I tell her that I love it when she calls me Alexander.

  “You always do it when you tell me that you love me.”

  She giggles again.

  “Well, Tuna isn't exactly the most romantic or sexy name ...”

  I lift her up in my arms and walk towards my California king size bed.

  I give her a long kiss that starts soft and gentle but becomes hotter with every single time our tongues caress each other.

  I start kissing down her neck and slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt, and my lips kiss every new bit of exposed skin.

  Ayla has the softest skin I’ve ever touched and when I see her pale pink bra, entirely made of lace, I begin kissing every part of her chest that isn't covered by the soft, almost see through lace.

  Her eyes are almost totally closed, her long lashes shading the vibrant green of her eyes.

  She makes a soft purring sound when I cup one of her tits with my hand and close my mouth around one of her nipples through the almost inexistent material of her bra.

  I’m already painfully hard but I’m not gonna rush this, she isn't just a casual hookup, she's my girlfriend and she deserves everything.

  “Ayla ...”

  I stop kissing her for a second and she opens her eyes almost reluctantly.

  “Hmm?”

  “If ... If at any time you want me to stop, I need you to tell me.”

  She smiles, relaxed and there's a definite hint of excitement in her voice.

  “I don't think I want you to stop.”

  Her words make my heart leap with happiness and my crotch tighten further and I’m so hard that my first instinct would be to tear her clothes off and take her right now.

  But I don't wanna scare her off: we don't know each other that way and she deserves to feel loved and adored.

  “Tuna ...”

  Her hands come up to my waist and start undoing my belt.

  I think my sweet Ayla wants me as much as I want her and I don't wanna scare her off but I don't wanna disappoint her either.