Page 25 of Rivals

“Why are we—”

Reign’s hand grips the back of my neck, forcing my body to face his in my seat. My words dry up in my throat with the way he’s looking at me. “I took the challenge to show them that you’re untouchable. You’re mine. You are anything but meaningless, Riley. Now ask me the question I owe you.”

I swallow and my emotions feel thick in my throat. My cheeks heat from the intense way he’s holding my gaze hostage. “Why haven’t you kissed me today?”

Reign’s eyes flicker to my lips and back to my eyes, and I watch as the darkening storm in them swirls. He tightens his grip on my neck. “Are you sore from last night?”

The heat in my cheeks deepens. As much as I want to run away from this conversation about how sore my pussy actually is, I force myself to stay. “A little.”

Reign’s lips curve up, and with his other hand, he runs his knuckles down my cheek, before pinching my chin between his fingers. “I saw you take pain pills this morning before practice. I’m not happy you’re in pain, but I like knowing I’m the reason. Because I slid inside you and made you mine.” His knuckles slide down my neck and over the exposed skin of my chest before coasting over my stomach.

He leans in and positions his lips against the curve of my jaw, placing another light kiss on the corner where my lips and cheek touch. “I knew that if I kissed you at all today, held you, was in a room alone with you, I’d be tempted to do it again. I was trying to be a gentleman.”

He practically groans the last word against my lips while he unbuttons and unzips my pants, sliding his hand slowly inside. My breath hitches in my chest, lust slowly twisting in my belly. My eyes widen as his hand cups me, his fingers sliding under the fabric of my panties so he can touch me.

“Reign,” I say his name, but there is no fight in it. Just want.

He leans close and our lips brush against each other. “I can’t keep my hands off you any longer, Riles. I love the way you feel.”

He pushes a finger inside me, gently, and I gasp against his lips. There is no hesitation this time when Reign’s lips consume mine. His lips are warm against mine and it doesn’t take much before I’m parting them for his tongue to slip inside. While he masters my lips, his finger rubs against my clit. My hands grab his bare shoulders, my nails sinking into his tanned skin. Reign groans from the contact, but he never takes his mouth off mine.

His fingers work my body, pumping in and out, carefully. The small twinges of pain fading into only pleasure, and in no time at all, I come apart. I cry out against his mouth, my eyes flying open and locking with Reign’s. He’s breathing harshly but there is nothing but heat and triumph in his eyes. “You look so good when you come undone, Riles. Such a good little puck slut for me.”

Reign keeps curling his fingers inside me and my body jerks in response and with the dirty words he whispers against my skin. Eventually I stop shaking in his hold, my body falling back against the passenger door. Only then does Reign carefully withdraw from my body, before sucking his fingers between his lips and twirling his tongue around them. My cheeks heat when he moans.

“Best tasting treat ever.”

I roll my eyes and scoff, trying to play it off that his words don’t hit me directly in the heart. “I’m sure it’s not the best ever.”

Reign reaches across the console and grips my jaw in his hand, forcing my gaze to his. “I don’t lie to you, babe. Now, let’s go in there and put in an appearance.”

I’m still dazed from the orgasm he just gave me but somehow manage to nod my head and move my hand to unbuckle my seat belt. Not fast enough apparently, because before I can reach for my door, it’s already opening, and Reign is helping me out. He takes my hand in his, linking our fingers together while we walk inside the diner. A few groups of students are congregated inside, taking up the booths and spilling over into the side tables in the middle of the room.

Reign walks us to a back booth that is overflowing with Saint students. “Here.” He shows her the picture of my handiwork and I notice for the first time that I’m not in the picture. He had my back just like he said he would.

Autumn, the girl who initiated the challenge, crosses her arms and sits back in the seat. “Fine,” she replies and looks to her other cheer friends. “Send it to me.”

Reign taps his phone screen and soon Autumn is doing the same. In no time at all, my own phone vibrates as well as everyone else’s. Autumn smirks and a couple of the guys with letterman jackets high-five each other. I pull out my phone and see it’s an alert from the school district’s webpage. My eyes widen, wondering how she pulled that off. Not only will everyone in our school district see this but everyone in the state will have access. The caption under the photo really gets everyone going more.

ANONYMOUS: What else are Rivertown Eagles hiding? #BOUNDARYLINES

The same image and hashtag soon pop up on all my social media from various students, both Saints and Pirates alike. Well shit.

Reign pulls me into an open booth with some of his hockey buddies, never letting go of my hand, except to wrap his arm around my shoulders. I feel when he leans in and his lips touch the side of my head, but they never stop talking around me. Food is dropped in front of us and now that the adrenaline is no longer raging in my veins, and my buzz has worn off, I realize how hungry I am. My fingers reach out for a few of the fries and I roll them in ketchup and ranch. Right as I pop them in my mouth, Reign shoves a basket of chicken tenders my way too. I glance at him and he smirks because he guessed right that those are what I wanted.

“Aww, so are you two a thing now?” one of his buddies jokes.

Reign turns to him with a bored expression on his face. “What is it to you, Kirkovich?”

The guy shrugs and laughs it off. “Just heard the rumor you’re off the market, bro.”

“Is the war over? Is this the real deal?” another one of the guys asks and they laugh.

My stomach tightens and I watch for Reign’s reaction. My eyes connect with Leif’s and he looks from me to Reign like he doesn’t even know. I hate that I’m waiting for him to respond. We haven’t really declared a relationship or agreed to dating. Reign just keeps throwing it around that I’m his and even I don’t know what that means.

Reign takes our joined hands and moves them onto his lap so they’re visible. “Riley’s mine, so don’t think about making eyes at my girl, Jones.”

The guys all hoot and holler while my face turns pink. I feel eyes on me from every direction. My heart bursts at the same time nerves erupt in my stomach. I can practically hear the jealous thoughts from the girls around me and when I glance up, they avert their eyes. Their king, the guy who never has a girlfriend, just publicly took himself off the market.

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