Page 32 of Rivals

“That’s not happening, Riley,” I spit out the words while crowding her until her back hits the elevator wall. Taking her chin between my fingers, I bring her face up, so she can see how deadly serious I am about this. She won’t be leaving. “You’re mine and I’ll deal with anyone who tries talking shit again. You deserve to be here more than half of them anyway.”

Riley jerks out of my hold right as the elevator dings and the doors open on my floor. Before she can run, I pick her up again, ignoring the flail of her legs as I walk to my door. With my one free hand, I scan my badge and slip inside.

“Let me down,” Riley grunts, hitting my back with both fists while I set her on her feet again. Her hair swirls in her face and she pushes it aside while trying to calm her breathing.

I fold my arms over my chest, refusing to budge, should she try and escape. “Are we going to talk now or are you running again?”

“I’m not running. Don’t try and turn this on me. I just don’t see the point of talking about something that can’t be fixed.” She glares at me. It shouldn’t be cute but fuck it is.

I lean down, getting in her face. “I will fix it. No one should be saying that shit to you anymore.”

“Right there is my point.” She waves her hand in front of us. “Anymore. Everyone in this school and in this town already has their minds made up about me, Reign, thanks to you. They all followed every word you said when you put me down. Everyone knows we can’t stand each other. Of course they all think this is a challenge and you’re playing me.”

“You could be playing me,” I throw back, hating that what she is saying makes sense and that she is hurt by it. She scoffs and once again her eyes fill with tears. “You’re right. It’s my fault that our rivalry went that far. I made it personal.”

“Yeah, you did,” She wipes her tears angrily with her fingers. “You were my best friend Reign. Whatever I did to make you hate me, I’m sorry—”

“Don’t fucking apologize to me.” I shake my head, pulling the beanie off with frustration. “We both participated in challenges and it was fun as hell. I always came back for more because I liked the way it felt to have your attention, Riles.”

“But—”

“No. Shut the fuck up.” I reach for her, my hands sliding around her neck, one fisting her hair at the back of her neck. She gasps and her lips part. “We only do challenges together from now on. You being mine is not a challenge or a prank. I will fix everything so that they don’t dare say anything to you or look at you like you are less than them. You are so much more, Riley. You are a queen amongst peasants. Now, tell me what he said.”

“That he didn’t see what you saw in me. I’m just a puck-bunny who hangs off of you and that I was a challenge and I should watch my back.” Her eyes stay glued to mine the entire time, and each word is like a stab to the gut.

“Is that all?” I ask, watching her face for any sign that she’s holding back. My thumb runs gently across that pulse point on her delicate little neck.

“Yes.”

I’m on her in an instant, giving her no time to think. A small gasp leaves her as my mouth lands on hers, claiming her, and she gives me everything in return. Her arms surround my body, tugging me as close to her as she possibly can. I don’t stop kissing her while she clings to me, and I try to move us through the living room to the bedroom that I’ve been dying to have her in since the summer ended.

Riley clings to me when I pull back, walking her into my room, taking in the sight of having her there. My stomach flips in anticipation, the vision of her in my space makes my chest swell with emotions so strong I can’t name them. It feels right. The room looks perfect with her standing here like it was always meant to be. Riley is mine.

I haven’t had her fully since the night I took her virginity, waiting for her to heal, so I wouldn’t cause her pain again. The teasing each other with touches and caresses has been fun, reminding me of our time at camp, but fuck if I don’t want back inside her. Sliding my hands along her sides, I gently kiss her again before my hands slip under her shirt, gliding across her skin.

“Always so soft and perfect,” I murmur.

She moans, her lips whispering against my lips, “Don’t stop touching me, Reign.”

I listen to her command, and I don’t hesitate taking what I want, slipping my hands past her bra, and grasping a handful of her silky skin. Her nipples are already hard, and with one brush of the pad of my thumb across the sensitive bud, she cries out. The sound of it is desperate, caught between painful and needy. It’s sexy as hell and shoots straight to my cock, making me throb. My hips roll into hers and she presses her body back into mine instantly. Her hands clutch my shoulders while little noises keep escaping her lips, begging for more.

With my last sane thought, I lower us onto my bed, fitting my body between her legs, before taking her mouth again in a hungry kiss, the need to consume her riding me hard. I drag my hand down her stomach before slipping my fingers under the waistband of her jeans and deftly flicking open the button. She moans and lifts her hips, pushing herself more into my touch. I grin against her lips before pulling back. Her eyes are dazed, her pupils blown, as I drag my fingers along the edge of her underwear before hooking my finger in the material and stretching it to the side.

Her teeth bite into her plump bottom lip when I run the tips of my fingers up and down her heated slit before sliding inside the sweetest heat I’ve ever felt. “Reign.” She breathes my name and her head falls back. I take that as my cue and thrust two fingers in slowly, enjoying the way her pussy clenches, threatening to pull me in deeper. When my thumb ghosts right over her clit, she pushes into my hand, gasping into the stillness of the room.

I pinch her clit, quickly swirling until her body starts to shake. Her head turns to the side and her lips run along the column of my neck. My skin pebbles under her little breaths, and then her tongue trails across my neck and a jolt runs deep in my body, a groan slipping from my lips. “Fuck.”

I can feel the brush of her lips as she smiles before pressing a kiss under my jaw right before she shatters in my arms, her body quaking in my hold. Only when her breathing slows do I slide my fingers out of her pussy and grasp the edge of her pants, getting on my knees and sliding them off her legs. Riley doesn’t fight me, lifting her hips and shoving her underwear down as well. I’m grabbing at my own clothes when she reaches for her shirt and tosses it to the side, only her bra is left before that too joins our clothes on the floor.

Wasting no time, I slide back between her legs while she wraps them around my waist. My brow arches at the way she anchors me to her, claiming me in return. My palms slide over her chest, my fingers brushing her hard nipples before sliding back up and cupping her breasts fully. I massage them gently, before dropping my lips to one of the hardened peaks, swirling my tongue and using my teeth to bite it gently. Another moan leaves her lips and I gift the other one with the same treatment.

Riley’s legs hook at my waist, pulling me close, and I let more of my body drop onto hers, loving the way my bare skin lights up from her touch. I kiss her collarbones, the place where her neck and shoulder meets, and my favorite place on her neck where her pulse hums under the skin, before bringing my lips back to hers. I kiss her deep while her arms wind around my back, her fingers digging in, almost begging me to do more.

Teasing her, I run my fingers down her slit, loving the dripping mess I made her minutes ago. “I can feel how bad you want me, Riles. You’re still soaked.”

Her dazed eyes meet mine, darkening, “I need you bad, Reign.”

I’ve always been good at reading Riley and right now is no exception. Her cheeks are pink, her lips are puffy and red from our kisses, and her body is melting into mine. She wants me. Riley shifts her lower half, aligning the head of my cock with her entrance. The tip is suddenly wrapped in her warm, wet flesh.

---