Page 33 of Rivals

Her hands tighten on my back and she bites her lower lip. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than Riley Conrad, bare, underneath me, looking ready to be mine. She is all mine. Bracing one hand next to her head on the bed, my other comes up to cup her face, fingers braced against her neck before I slide in, her pussy swallowing me whole. I moan, my hips starting to lightly pump in and out of her, my pelvis grinding against her clit. She feels unreal. Even better than the last time, all silky, tight and fucking burning.

She presses her breasts into my chest, and my head falls to her shoulder. Her hands clutch at the hair at my neck and the slight sting makes me groan. Using my teeth, I suck and bite at the tender skin between her shoulder and neck, wanting to mark her while I shove in deeper. Her pussy walls squeeze my cock and a shudder runs down my spine.

“You feel so fucking good, Riles. How bad do you want to come again for me, babe?”

She whimpers, her hands moving to cup my face, before bringing my lips down on hers hard. Her teeth scrape along the skin, seeking entrance. Our tongues battle for dominance before she pulls away, her eyes meeting mine. Her pupils are so big the coloring almost looks black while she gives me a little smirk. “I need to come again, Reign.”

Her words break something in me. I pump in and out, faster and faster, determined to feel her come apart under me, knowing I gave that to her. That I made her feel that good.

“God, damn, babe,” I praise her, placing gentle kisses on any skin of hers I can reach. “I need that too. I need to feel your tight, little pussy taking all of me, wringing me dry.”

I pull one of her legs up, holding it against my side and tilt my hips, going deeper, filling her up. Her head tips back into the pillows and her back flies off the bed. She moans loudly right in my ear, the sound filling my room, and it will forever be stored in my memories. Her body twitches, gripping me and riding out the rest of her orgasm while I grind harder, push deeper and come after her.

Both of us are sweating and she’s holding my body tightly still. I never want to let her go. Even thinking about having to move to clean up after this makes me irritated. My body is spent but there is a satisfied thrum in my heart.

After a few minutes Riley untangles from around me, her body falling limp against the bed. I lift my head and our eyes meet. She smiles, and her hand lifts up to brush some of the hair off my forehead.

“Stay with me tonight, Riles. Please?”

Her gaze darts around my room and she bites her lip, the first sign of nerves since we got here. I think she’s about to turn me down, but she surprises the hell out of me when she softly mutters, “Yes.”

I climb off the bed and help her stand, showing her the bathroom. We both clean up before I drag her back into bed with me. I fall onto my back, and drape her across my chest, my hand running up and down her smooth back.

“I’m keeping you, Riley. No one else matters but us. I would never use this as a challenge or to hurt you again.”

She stiffens in my arms but relaxes again, before laying her hand on my chest. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t acknowledge this growing thing between us, which is fine for now. Someday I’ll own her words, her heart, and her soul just like she owns me.

It doesn’t take long before she goes completely limp and her breathing evens out. She has to be exhausted and probably still a little buzzed from her drinks. Slipping from the bed, I make sure to bring the blanket around her shoulders before grabbing my phone and heading out to the living room.

Leif picks up on the third ring. “Why are you calling? Did your dick game make her cry from boredom?”

“Fuck you.” I chuckle at him. “She’s sleeping. I wanted to take care of this without her knowing. None of this touches her.”

“Anything, man,” Leif responds immediately, the strength of our friendship showing in those two words.

“I want the names of everyone still giving Riley a hard time about being here. And if it’s females, I want the names of their brothers or cousins they’re closest to.”

Leif whistles. “Are you planning to fight the whole town? This list will be extensive. What do you plan to do?”

My lips turn up in an evil grin, imagining the bloodshed over my knuckles. “I don’t care how long the list is. Anyone who makes an issue will be added. Start sending them invites to the rink.”

“Oh shit.” Leif chuckles and I hear him tapping out information on his phone. “Got it.”

We hang up and I sneak back into my room, closing the door softly behind me. Riley is still out, snuggled deeper in the blankets, her face nuzzled in the pillow. I slide in behind her this time, tangling my legs with hers and wrapping my arm around her waist. Holding her feels as natural as breathing. It feels right. My lips press against the back of her head, and I make her a vow that the things Hunter spoke of tonight will never touch her again. No one gets to make her cry. Joy, sadness, pleasure, pain. Her tears belong only to me.

Riley

“So are we team Reign now?” Emma flicks a playful look over to Sam who flips her off. I’m starting to regret the decision to join them tonight for dinner at our favorite spot. It feels surreal to be here with them, surrounded in a sea of students dressed in their red and black, back in Pirate territory.

“He’s still a Saint. Even if he is with our best friend,” she answers.

I roll my eyes and take more of their playful jabs in stride. It’s only been days since Weston’s party; yet, it feels as if so many things have changed. Reign is swaying me. Besides being insanely attracted to him over the summer, he hasn’t been all that horrible since school started. Still, my head refuses to believe what my heart is so easily falling for, and that is that Reign Thorn is obsessed with me.

“Do you believe him?” Sam turns to me, and all the joking goes away. I know my two best friends are worried, and they have been ever since I packed my bags and headed to All Saints Academy.

My gaze moves between them both, thinking about the question and how serious things have become. “I don’t think I’m a challenge to him, no.”

“But you still have reservations about a relationship with him?” Emma frowns slightly.

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