Page 41 of Rivals

My cheeks flush and my thighs rub together just remembering what I saw him do and the intense way he was watching me. “Yeah, I never thought I’d be jealous of a hockey stick.”

He laughs lightly, his arms caging me in, fingers kneading my sides. “I really wish I had more patience but I don’t. I need to be inside you, babe.”

My lips brush against his, my head falling back and resting on the doorframe. “Take me, Reign. Anyway you want me.”

He groans and our lips join together, messy, restless, and hungry. Reign reaches behind me and opens the back door on his car, helping me duck my head and scoot in. The leather is cold on my heated skin and feels like a soothing balm, while I do my best to wrestle my blazer off and start unclasping the buttons on my blouse. Reign gets in, spreading his legs, his hands grabbing my waist while he moves my body to straddle his hips. With my knees secured at his side, I throw my blouse off. Reign’s hands slide up my rib cage and move around the back, freeing my breasts, his rough hands grabbing them gently, rolling my already sensitive nipples between his fingers, then sucking them between his lips. The sensation makes my legs shake on either side of him, while my hands are frantically trying to pull his sweatshirt off and over his head.

When he takes his hands off my body, it’s to help assist me to get my clothes off, until our chests are both bare, and our skin is pressed against each other in the small space of his car. I can feel the hard edges of his chain against my flesh. I glance down taking in his cut abs and golden skin that’s stretched over muscle. He’s beautiful and mine. When he pushes his sweatpants down and gets his dick out, I watch while he pushes my underwear aside, exposing me, and lines up. The head of his cock is at my opening when he raises his hips and pushes in. I’m so wet that I slide effortlessly down his length. Reign’s head falls back and a groan leaves his lips. Emboldened by his response, I place one of my hands on the seat behind him and tangle the other in his hair, twisting my hips and rocking them in time with his pounding cock.

The air in the vehicle turns warm, our skin grows slippery between our bodies and the windows fog. Finally, because even though I know Reign wouldn’t put us in a position to be caught, I’d still rather not have anyone see or hear the slapping of our skin.

I lose myself in the sensations. Reign’s hands tighten around my body everywhere he can touch me. Grabbing my breasts, fisting my hair, biting and sucking the skin of my collarbone to the point I’m sure there will be marks. His hands grab my hips while he yanks me back down onto him. I run my hands over his shoulders and down his abdomen, feeling the muscles bunch and tighten under my touch. Anything I want to say or could say is swallowed into his mouth, his own moans and sighs reverberating in my chest as he gives them back. When Reign’s fingers graze my clit, it’s all I need to push me over the edge and I come. My pussy convulses around his cock, gripping and pulling him deeper inside my core.

My back arches and I throw my head back, one of my hands pressing on the roof of the car as I moan loudly. “God, Reign.”

His name on my lips is all it takes to push him into his own release. His hands yank my hips down while he thrusts up at the same time, reaching as far inside as he can, until I feel him hit my cervix. I can feel his cock swell and twitch inside my core and the heated release that he spills.

We’re both breathing heavily when we start to come back to ourselves. Reign reaches for me, cradling my body against his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. “You’re fucking amazing, babe.”

A giggle escapes my lips. “You aren’t so bad yourself,” I tell him, pulling back slightly, our eyes connecting. I run my fingers over his jaw, up his cheek and then through his hair, trying to help tame the mess I made of it.

“That bad, huh?”

My body shakes with a laugh. “It’s not terrible. But very obvious.”

Reign rolls his eyes, but there’s a playful smile on his lips. “Guess it means I fucked you good, my little puck slut.” He leans in and trails his lips from my neck and up to my chin where he bites lightly. Shivers break out over my skin and I feel my muscles clench around him again.

“You like when I call you that don’t you?” His brow lifts as he looks at me.

I shrug. “I don’t hate it, as long it’s not meant to hurt me.”

Reign shakes his head, his hands gripping my shoulders and easing down my back. “Never. It just means you’re mine. A dirty slut, just for me. My good girl.”

His words spread warmth through my chest at the same time I realize how deranged I probably am for enjoying it when he calls me his. Because I do like being Reign’s. I just hope he doesn’t plan to let me go.

Riley

A routine starts to form around my days that lulls me into a false sense of security. Everything at All Saints appears so easy. Get up, meet Reign to grab my lavender latte, which he still criticizes, and I point out over and over how wrong he is. We go to class and after class to practice. Most nights Reign meets me to bring me back to my dorm or his apartment where I either make him study or we end up naked together. And the whole day just repeats over again. With my team’s first game of the season coming up, I’m ready to play, ready to commit. Coach Silver had given me the option to sit the first one out if I wanted and observe or jump right in. I appreciate her support, but I’m feeling the need to jump in. The ice is calling to me and I want nothing more than to play, even though it’s a team I never expected to be on.

The boys also have an away game tonight in a different neighboring town. I should be feeling excited for Reign and pumped up for him, but all I can think about is wearing the Saints’ jersey tonight instead of my red and black Pirate one.

“What do I have to do to get a smile today, babe?” Reign asks, his arm wrapping around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder.

Our respective buses leave soon and he wanted to grab dinner before we left. I wasn’t thrilled about going, I even considered just making a sandwich in my dorm, except that once Reign mentioned a strawberry shake all I could think about was the chicken tenders at the diner. A chicken tender basket with fries later, I’m stuffed and ready to get in the head space I know I’m going to need for tonight. Any mess ups will give the girls the idea that they were right about me being on the team. I feel like I have to work extra hard to win and also prove that I should be there.

“I just have a lot on my mind,” I respond, shrugging. He lifts his head and brushes my hair back.

“Are you excited to play tonight?”

I turn to look at him and sort of want to wipe the smug look off his face. My dad may have given his permission for me to be at All Saints Academy, but Reign put the ball in motion.

“I am. It’s just a lot. The Pirates have their first home game tonight.”

Reign’s eyes narrow and his arm tightens on me. “Riley, you can’t feel bad for taking this opportunity.”

“I didn’t take it though, you handed it to me,” I point out, feeling the small embers of resentment start to smoke in my chest.

Reign stops walking and takes my hand in his, bringing me around to face him. Several members of our respective teams walk by and glance at us before they keep moving to the buses. Not caring who is watching, Reign bends slightly so we’re eye level. He looks ready to jump into a heated conversation while I’m ready to get on the warm bus.

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