Chapter 11

Riley

Reign holds his phone up, and as I get closer, I can see it's our conversation open. "Go hook up with someone?"

I falter, pulling my lip between my teeth. My emotions bleed out and all I can manage to do is shrug. "Maybe the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else."

Reign's face pales and then flushes. His jaw clenches and when his eyes drop to mine, they're dark. Very dark. He reaches out and grabs my key from me, ignoring my protests when he slides it in and then opens my door. Instinctually I step back, but Reign anticipates it, grabbing my arm and almost pushing me through the door.

"Reign."

His back is to me as he flicks the lock on the door and then throws my key to the side. I jump, hearing the metal ting off the floor by the coffee table. "Let me see it."

"See what?" I cross my arms over my chest, confusion seeping into my words.

"Your new jersey," he seethes, reaching for my bag.

I jump over him, working to get to it before he can. I don't get why he needs it but I'm also terrified of him doing something to it that could get me in trouble. I hold it to my chest but Reign is quicker and stronger than I am. I let go easily in order not to rip the fabric.

"Why do you need to see it?"

He holds it open and I'm greeted with the front. A giant gold letter A entwined with an S with a halo around it. I've seen the emblem many times, it's not that exciting to me. I glance up and find Reign smirking, his eyes traveling over the back of it. I never took the time to look at the jersey when Coach handed it to me; I just stuffed it in my bag.

"What is it?"

Reign turns the jersey around and my number, the number I've been wearing for ten years, is in front of me. A gold number eighteen. My knees shake and my chest feels heavy. The Saints are only numbered twenty to thirty-five. There has never been a number lower than twenty on a jersey. Tears fill my eyes.

"You're welcome," Reign says as he lays my jersey on the back of the couch.

"You did that?" My head spins. In my gut I thought this whole thing seemed odd, and even more so after everything with Reign. But I didn't think it could be real. Having this number wasn't an option until Reign made it one.

"It was part of the stipulation that got you here," he replies shrugging.

"Part of the stipulation?"

"My dad helped fund the scholarship and swayed the coach that when you make the team, because let's face it you wouldn't not make it, that you got to keep your old number. You lost your captain title, but you deserved to keep your number," Reign explains.

My brain scatters all over with his confession. I feel manipulated but grateful as well as confused, but also taken care of. "You orchestrated my being here."

He nods, his hand running through his hair. "You deserve to be here, Riles. And you would have been in middle school if I hadn't been such a dick. If we hadn't been so twisted in our games and challenges. I know you liked Public, that you always stood up for them and worked your ass off for that team. We want the best for you though, with the best opportunities, and that's here."

"We?" I ask, my voice shaking.

His head lowers slightly. "Your dad and me."

"You're the one who told him?" I glare at him stalking across the room and shoving him hard.

"All I did was bring up that you turned it down. Your dad wants the best for you, Riley. He always has. He knows this is the best track for your future," Reign argues back.

I'm breathing hard, the sting of betrayal conflicting with the energy inside me that I can't name, making my chest rise and fall rapidly. I want to punch Reign. I also really want to kiss him and climb on top of him. It's a strange form of limbo. "Why Reign?" My gaze clashes with his. "Why?"

Reign's face shutters as he clenches and unclenches his fists. That dimple on his cheek makes an appearance with how hard his jaw is working. "I already told you."

"You like me?"

He nods and shoves both hands through his hair this time. "Yeah. I do."

"You could have liked me and still let me be at Public." My words jab holes in his explanation. "Is this a challenge to you? What are you getting out of me being here? Is it payback for rejecting your offer to fuck me at camp?"

Reign is on me in two strides. One of his hands grips the side of my neck and the other wraps around my ponytail, yanking my head back. I have no choice but to look at him, to study his gorgeous face and the way red flags appear on his cheeks. His lips pull away from his teeth, he's practically growling, and his eyes are so intense on mine that I squirm in his hold.

"If all I wanted was a quick fuck, I would get it. I also would never need to pull this many strings for a fucking challenge, the thought is fucking ridiculous. What I'm getting is complete access to you whenever I want. That's why you can't go to Public anymore, Riley." Reign leans in and kisses my lips, hard, demanding. My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping him for balance.

Reign walks us backward toward my room and slams the door shut once we're inside. His hands roam all over me, fisting the bottom of my sweatshirt and lifting it off over my head between fusing his mouth to mine. His fingers hook on the band of my sweatpants and he tugs those down next until I'm bare to him, except for my bra and panties. I can barely breathe while his heated skin runs over mine. The backs of my knees hit the edge of the mattress and Reign lets go of me at the same time. My body hits the top and bounces slightly. With Reign above me I watch as he yanks his own long sleeve shirt off and pulls down his sweatpants. Warning bells blare in the back of my mind, getting quieter and quieter as I start to see more of his bare skin.

I saw Reign naked or close to naked during our week at camp, but it's been a while and the sight is something to behold. He's all golden tan skin stretched over muscles. Strong in all the right places that make me feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. A protector and my tormentor. A gold chain hangs from around his neck and looks new. It's the number that hangs from it that makes my eyes widen.

Reign glances down to where I'm staring, his fingers turning the numbers around. "Eighty-one and eighteen. Yours and mine."

"Reign–"

"Take off your top." He cuts me off, while his fingers hook into the top of my underwear and he slides them down my legs. My hands follow his command without thought. Shit.

"Reign, I don't know if I'm ready." Apprehension slides down my spine but my stupid heart is beating excitedly. It liked seeing my number hanging from his neck, for him to be wearing it daily and thinking about me.

"Relax, babe," he replies, trailing his hands over my knees and between my thighs.

The mattress dips under his weight as he follows me up the bed. I can feel how hard he is through his boxers when he lowers his body over mine. Using one hand, he presses his palm against my clit and his fingers spread me open, teasing. I can feel how slippery I am and I gasp when one of his fingers slips inside. He pushes it in as far as it can go and my hands grip the bed sheets.

"I missed this, babe. I love feeling how tight your pussy squeezes me. How wet it gets for me." Reign groans into my neck, placing kisses on my neck, sucking and biting the flesh. It hurts slightly and I worry he left a mark.

"Reign." My voice shakes when he adds another finger, slowly pumping two fingers inside me. His words from the night in the car come back to me. He's stretching me, prepping my body for more.

"I got you, Riles." He smiles against my skin, kissing his way down my body. Across my stomach and on top of my sex.

That's the last warning before he uses his fingers to spread me open and pushes his tongue inside. A moan escapes my mouth and I throw my head back, one of my hands reaching down to grab his hair. Reign chuckles against my heated flesh before his tongue spears aggressively inside my pussy. His hands grab my waist, pulling my body closer to his hungry mouth. My eyes become hooded as I watch him swirl his tongue around my clit, toying with it, until my legs are shaking in his hands.

"Please, Reign," I breathe out, my voice all needy.

Reign's fingers dig into my sides and his tongue switches from teasing to lavishing licks against my clit. I can feel my orgasm roaring within me, my heart beating erratically. When he slides his finger inside, curling it up and rubbing, I come apart. My body arches against his mouth, my hand digging into his hair. The intensity goes on and on until I finally drop boneless onto the bed.

Reign gets up and I hear rustling and clothes dropping to the floor. He climbs back on the bed, his body hovering over mine, while he drags his lips over my skin, biting and giving my body more marks. It registers in my brain that he's completely naked and so am I. I think about protesting again until he shifts over my body and the heavy head of his cock brushes my lips.

"Are you going to open for me, babe?"

His voice is husky and filled with lust. My hands rest on his thighs, and I feel the muscles bunch under my touch. Keeping my stare on his, I open my lips. He slides his length into my mouth, and I instantly wrap my tongue around his cock and suck.

"Oh fuck, Riles. You were made to take my cock, babe. You're so perfect. Fuck , that's my girl."

I forgot how much I love seeing Reign come apart for me. I love being called his girl. His head is tipped back, his hands wrapped in my hair, while I run my tongue up his length, swirling my tongue around the head like it's my favorite treat. He grunts in response and shoves his cock farther down my throat. My fingers dig into his thigh but all that does is spur him on to thrust harder in and out between my lips. I want him to come, to be the one to make him shatter. His head snaps up, and our eyes connect. His nostrils flare and I swear he's close, so close.

I'm shocked when his hand tightens in my hair and he pulls himself out of my mouth. I'm breathing heavily, eyes glossy. He hasn't come yet so I don't know why he stopped. Reign shifts so he's straddling my hips, his eyes stare intently at mine while he strokes his cock.

"You are my little puck slut, aren't you?"

His words shouldn't do anything for me, but I can't help the way my chest heats and it feels like a gush between my thighs. Maybe it's because I've been so intimate with him or that he seems to reserve this name for me when I'm giving him pleasure, but I don't bat an eye. I lick my lips and nod my head.

"Yes, yours."

His body shudders and his free hands reaches out to grasp my breast, his calloused fingertips pinching my nipple and rolling the sensitive bud between them. The sensation is a livewire through my body. I moan into the caress.

"You are mine, Riles. Couldn't let you out of my sight to go to Public because every fucking member of the male population would be surrounding you. I brought you here so I could see you every day, breathe the air you breathe, because I'm past the point of obsession with you. I always have been. Only now it has reached dangerous levels. I want you all to myself. I like all the things about you."

His words make my body hotter, my cheeks heating. Reign slides farther down the bed, repositioning himself so my legs are wrapped around his hips. His fingers move through my folds, spreading me again, and sliding through the mess he's made of me.

"I don't care that you're a virgin. It wouldn't have been a deal breaker, but I'm also not going to lie that I like being the only one who will ever feel your pussy wrapped around my dick."

"Reign—" I choke on his name when I feel the blunt head of his cock sliding inside.

"You're so fucking wet, babe. You feel so good." He cuts me off, barely thrusting just the tip of his cock in and out of my pussy. Stars dance behind my eyes.

I grip his wrists, groaning from the sensations. At some point I stopped fighting and I don't even know if I want to fight. I'm just afraid of what will happen after. He likes me now, but how long will that last for.

I lick my lips and his eyes follow the movement. "I don't know what to think or feel, Reign. You said you wanted my virginity, and before all of this we haven't even been friends. You say you're obsessed but what happens when you aren't?"

Reign's eyes flare and his breathing becomes more shallow. "We're more than friends, Riles, and I don't see myself not being all about you anytime soon. I'm already thinking years ahead while you're still stuck on what you mean to me. And yes, I do want to fuck you first and then I plan to keep fucking you. Forever."

My heart races when Reign drops to his arms, bracing himself over me. I tilt my chin and he takes my mouth aggressively, pulling my lips between his teeth and biting. I moan against his lips before sliding my tongue into his mouth, stroking his with my own. Breathless, Reign pulls back.

"Trust me, Riley," he tells me, his lips brushing against mine with every word.

I don't get a chance to ask what he means or even respond with how much I do trust him, before his hips drive forward. I cry out at the unexpected feeling of pain, of being torn in two, of being so full. My upper body arches into his and my legs instinctually hitch to his sides. Tears dance in my eyes and Reign lays his forehead against mine. He isn't moving, just holding his body still, his hand caressing my hair, my face. His thumb swipes at the escaped tears on my cheeks.

"You're incredible, babe. Your pussy feels so tight and perfect around my cock. Just for me, only me." He punctuates his words with kisses across my face, on my lips, my neck. His hips move slowly at first as I get used to the way my body stretches to accommodate him. The pain somewhat starts to lessen and the friction of him rubbing against my walls starts to build inside me. I feel incredibly full, and my hips start to lift, meeting his thrusts.

Reign groans against my lips before breaking away. Our eyes connect. I move my hands from gripping the sheets to holding onto his muscular shoulders. I need more.

"Harder."

Reign's breath stutters in his chest before he kisses me and then drives himself inside me. I whimper from the sensation of how deep he is. He pumps into me over and over, forcefully driving my body up the mattress. One of his arms bands around my shoulder, holding me steady while he thrusts. The tension in my body builds and builds, the friction creating another orgasm.

"I need more, Reign," I manage to gasp out. His face is flushed and his eyes darken as he watches me. I feel his other hand slide between our bodies, finding my clit and stroking it with his fingertips. It doesn't take much until my release spirals out inside me, this time harder and more fierce. I feel myself spasm and clench around his length.

"That's it, babe, give me what I want. Come all over my cock my little puck slut." Reign groans and thrusts a few more times before driving his cock deeper until he climaxes.

My eyes blink, trying to orient myself and Reign relaxes against me, his lips pressed to my neck. I feel tender, my body is flushed, and I bite my lip at the feeling of wetness sliding out of me. I wiggle my hips and Reign lifts his head.

"I need to get up." I feel my cheeks heating with my words.

He glances down between us and back to my eyes. "Just stay here. I'll get something."

He pulls out of my body and the feeling of being empty is startling. I watch his bare ass as he walks out of my room and across the small hall to where my bathroom is. The water turns on and the counter door slams shut. Reign is back with a wet towel, still naked and his eyes are flashing with victory.

He puts the towel between my legs and wipes me clean. I feel mortified when the towel comes back smeared in red. It's then my eyes travel over Reign and land on his cock where the skin is also tinged red. My hands clasp over my face. I can't look at him. "Well Toto, this isn't Kansas and I am not a virgin anymore."

Reign takes my hand in his and I'm forced to look at him. He smirks while taking my fingers and running them along the smears of blood on his cock, before bringing them up to his lips and sucking them into his mouth. His tongue twirls around my fingers and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. "Your cherry juice is delicious, babe. Best thing I ever tasted besides your pussy."

I grow heated again and Reign just laughs at the face I make. He washes himself off before helping me under the covers and moving me so my body is sprawled over him. I can't believe that just happened. I had sex with Reign and I wasn't sure what it meant for us. On one hand I had enjoyed it while on the other hand I was panicking. My heart would shatter, wither and die if this was all a game to him. Even though he's been saying it isn't and that he wants me. I guess I thought we would talk more before it happened. My legs tense under the covers, feeling stupid that I just remembered now. "Ah, we probably should have talked about this sooner but, I'm obviously clean and I…I have an implant."

Reign's hand stops stroking my back, his hand flattening, holding me. "I'm clean too. I've never gone bare before."

I glance up at him. "For some reason I'm surprised you didn't have a condom on you. You seem like a good Boy Scout that way."

His eyes heat, meeting my gaze, and his lips twist into a grin that feels almost sinister. "I have a condom in my wallet."

"What? Then why didn't we use it?" I ask, feeling confused. This whole night was a surprise. I didn't get back to my dorm thinking I'd end up under Reign right away. I should have been more responsible than that. We didn't have the talk beforehand; he had no idea I was on birth control. I was just hoping he was clean.

"I wanted to come inside you," he replies like it just makes sense. "Turn your brain off and sleep, babe. We have a busy day tomorrow."