Have Mercy

by Hart, Lane

  And the one thing we never did together? She never gave me a fucking blowjob. For that, I’m thankful, because I don’t have any stupid ass memories to get hung up on. Not that I don’t regret never getting her on her knees…

  As if they were waiting for our signal, the rest of the dressed-up jocks come out of the field house and get in line behind me and Blake as we head for the gym on foot since it’s not that far of a walk and I’m already toasted.

  The whole high school dance bullshit isn’t my thing, but again, that’s where all the girls are tonight, so I’ll suck it up and deal with the ridiculous decorations and top twenty pop songs playing through the speakers.

  Since I don’t want to get limp dick from the liquor and be a laughingstock, I pour the rest of my tequila into the punch bowl as soon as we walk through the door, so that everyone else can have a little fun, and then toss the pint in the trash.

  “Holy shit. Holy shit,” Blake mutters loud enough for me to hear him over the music as he takes in the room.

  “What?” I ask as I glance around the gym, already bored out of my mind.

  “Maddie’s here. Can you believe that?” he asks, nodding over to where the red-headed ice queen is sitting with none other than my nemesis. And fuck me, Hannah’s sleeveless, gold dress is so short and sexy that her crossed legs look like they go on for miles. How dare she show her face and hot body here to torment me after the shit she’s put me through?

  When Hannah stands up and walks over to get a glass of punch, I hold my breath, waiting to see if her ass cheek will show. And I’m not the only one who notices her tonight. Every other guy around is checking her out, which makes my blood boil. My threat of bodily harm if they speak to her better hold up with these chumps; because if I have to stand here and watch some dickhead put his hands all over her, I will go homicidal on their asses.

  “Oooh, Hannah’s here too,” Blake says several minutes later when he finally stops staring at Maddie. “She looks different, right?”

  “She looks like a fucking slut,” I mutter.

  “Looks like she came to get fucked,” he says. “Hate to tell you this, man, but I don’t think even your warnings to stay away from her are enough to keep the guys from tapping that tonight. Especially Garrett. That dude looks like he’s about to cream in his pants for her from across the room.”

  “Shut up,” I snap at him. “Everyone’s just looking at Maddie because she never comes to this kind of school shit.”

  “She was at the game too,” Blake says. “Oh, shit! Here they come!”

  They?

  Sure enough, Hannah is leading the way, dragging Big Red by the hand. I think it’s the first time she’s actually approached me on school property. It’s almost like I’ve been holding my breath, waiting for her to acknowledge my existence again, and that time has finally come.

  “What the hell are you two doing here?” I ask them when they come to a stop in front of me and Blake, close enough for me to smell their dick-teasing perfume. “Was there a sudden shortage on skanks that needed to be filled?”

  Dropping Maddie’s arm, Hannah reaches out and grabs my black silk tie and then yanks on it so hard that a choke escapes me.

  What. The. Hell?

  I try to loosen the knot before she kills me with it, but it’s no use. Especially when she opens her red lipstick covered mouth and finally speaks to me for the first time in over a goddamn year. “You and I need to have a talk. In private.”

  “Nothing to say to you, bitch,” I bite out.

  Her other palm then comes out of nowhere and slaps the shit out of my fucking face, creating a resounding whap that was probably heard around the world, leaving me at a complete and total loss of words.

  She slapped me.

  She fucking slapped me in front of everyone!

  I can’t believe she finally snapped. It only took five fucking months since I chewed her ass out in the spring.

  Technically, fourteen months since we were at camp together, but who’s counting?

  Me. I’m counting. I’ve been counting even though I wish I wasn’t. All I think about is Hannah fucking Morgan, wondering how everything went to hell so quickly between us and why she hates me so much that she turned me in for cheating. The one good side about being angry and obsessing about her is that I haven’t had time to plot hurting myself lately.

  And of course, her physical assault reminds me of the first and last time she slapped me, the day in her dorm at camp when I ripped her towel off her naked body and then kissed her.

  And fuck, I really want to kiss her right now with her standing so close, looking hot and furious and like a drop of sunshine in the otherwise gloomy gym.

  “I’m so sick and tired of your mouth!” Hannah seethes at me when she jerks me toward her a few more inches by my tie. “Now, you’re coming outside with me to talk like a decent human being without using insults, or so help me god, I will knee your nuts so hard that you’ll never find them again.”

  If I could speak, I would say “About fucking time!”, but I’m so stunned by her attack that I can’t say a damn thing as she drags me by my tie out the front doors.

  * * *

  Hannah

  “What is your problem, Royal?” I ask, finally letting go of his tie when we come to a stop beside the gym’s brick wall.

  “You-you know exactly what my problem is,” he stammers while reaching up to adjust his tie that I just molested. And, man, did it feel good to finally put him in his place in front of everyone, all of the people we go to school with who he helped turn against me.

  “Are you seriously still pissed about the stupid SAT?” I ask him.

  “You really think some fucking test is why I can’t look at you without wanting to hit something?”

  “Well, what other reason is there?” I ask, my brow furrowed in confusion, chest heaving with adrenaline.

  “You fucking destroyed me!” he exclaims, his deep voice sounding pained.

  “You-you did that all on your own!” I respond with another yank of his tie, because damn it, he hurt me too. “Enough is enough, Royal! I’m sick and tired of you running your mouth about me!”

  Once I finish my rant, I notice that, with each and every tug of his tie, I’m pulling him closer to me until the front of our bodies are rubbing against each other, sending tingling heat down to my lower belly.

  And I’m not the only one apparently turned on since I can feel a distinct bulge at the front of Royal’s pants.

  “Slap me again,” he says softly.

  “What?” I ask, sounding out of breath, partly from his request and partly from the burning ache growing inside of me.

  “Slap me again.”

  He’s not taunting me or warning me. I think he really wants me to hit him again. His whiskey-colored eyes are blazing in the darkness, practically begging me to do it.

  When I raise my palm, though, it doesn’t hurt him. In fact, it just rests on the side of his face, rubbing over his scruffy jaw.

  I’m not sure if I pull him closer or if he moves toward me, but some way or another our mouths crash together. Royal swallows down my gasp, and then his tongue is demanding entry, taking whatever it wants from me.

  The kiss is amazing, just like all the others we shared over a year ago, as if no time has passed at least for our lips and tongues that are happily reunited.

  Royal’s bigger body forces me backward until my bare shoulder blades hit the coarse wall. Then, his hard body is pressing into every inch of the front of mine. He removes my palms that were cupping either side of his face and slams both of my arms above my head on the bricks. He pins me there in place and kisses me so deeply that I squirm against his dick that’s so hard that even confined inside his pants it still lifts the front of my dress a few inches higher. That’s when Royal finally brings one of my arms down. Covering my fingers with his own larger ones, he presses my hand between my legs and applies pressure so that I’m cupping myself.

  “I bet y
ou hate that you still get so wet for me,” he says against my lips while he works both of our hands down into the front of my thong panties. He shoves my fingers into my pussy with no resistance from me and then removes them so he can slip his thicker ones inside. “And fuck, you’re still just as tight as you were when I popped your sweet cherry.”

  Royal pulls his lips from mine to stare down at me while he fucks me with his fingers and mine curl around them, urging him faster, deeper.

  “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 Fourteen

  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.