Chapter 18

Riley

I almost talked myself out of going all day. It didn't matter how many times Reign asked if I was going, or how many times my teammates dropped that they were going and we had a team section at the game, I kept coming up with reasons not to go to tonight's hockey game. It had nothing to do with the incident with Blade. I didn't care what he said about me or that he wanted to hang out. I was over it. I told him it was over. There were no hard feelings or lingering wishes that things had worked out differently. Once I admitted that to myself, I had to look at the reason why. My reason why is a six foot four, blue eyed, ex-best friend and rival, who wears his smirk like armor and can score goals blindfolded. It has everything to do with Reign and the way my heart flutters in response to just hearing his name.

I've become addicted to him. I crave him. I need him and the promises that come from his dirty mouth. More than that I want him, and the possessive way he holds me, cheers for me, and is so invested in my future. The feelings I have are scary. They don't make sense; yet, at the same time, nothing has ever felt more right. I want Reign Thorn. I can feel myself staring into the dark abyss and saying fuck it before jumping into the unknown that is loving Reign Thorn.

It wouldn't be that huge of a leap for me. Our years of friendship meant everything. We were two kids, vulnerable and sharing all our secrets. These past few years have been more difficult, but Reign's right, he does know me better than anyone else. He knows which buttons to push, what I'm passionate about, and my determination, which only rivals his own. Just like I know him. Which is why I'm walking into this game, late, and still in my school uniform and will be freezing my ass off the entire time. I wouldn't miss it.

With my head held high, I make it through the ticket stand and into the arena where players are doing warm ups on the ice. I scan the Saints' team, looking for the coveted number eighty-one, but I don't see him. My feet carry me closer to the student section where the girls' team sits when someone steps in my way. I stop short.

"Riley?" he asks and I nod, unsure of who he is. He's wearing an All Saints Academy warm-up jacket, but he isn't the boys' coach.

"I'm Pete Nelson. Reign asked me to bring you down before the game started."

I glance at the clock and notice they only have five minutes of warm ups left. "Shouldn't he be on the ice already?"

The guy's jaw locks. "He won't leave the locker room until he sees you."

My eyes widen and I motion for the guy to lead the way. What is Reign thinking? Was he that sure I would come that he's wasting valuable time with to warm up before the game? Pete walks fast and brings me under the stands to the ground floor tunnels and past security. The cement hallway is practically silent, the noise from the crowd barely a buzz. I quicken my pace then stop short when Pete steps to the side of a metal door. ASA BOYS' HOCKEY is painted over it, and he points his thumb at it. "He's in there. Remind him, please, that he only has three minutes to get out there."

I nod and place my hand on the handle. Pete leaves when I crack the door and step inside. Sweat and the mixture of guys' soap hits my nostrils instantly. There are clothes hanging in the rows of lockers, hockey tape litters the floor in little rolled-up balls, and melted puddles of ice are in the corners of the room.

"You came." Reign's deep voice pulls my attention. He's completely dressed to play minus his helmet, and he's leaning back on the bench, legs spread.

My stomach somersaults and my heart skips. "You wanted me here."

He nods and gets to his feet. On skates, Reign towers over me even more, his body doubled in size from his pads. He stops when his skates touch the tips of my shoes. My head tilts back to meet his gaze. His blue eyes flicker with heat. He reaches his hand out and his fingers gently brush the loose strands of hair behind my ear. "You didn't change."

"I didn't have time after the library." I shrug. The little fib rolls off my tongue and my cheeks instantly turn pink.

Reign's lips turn up in a devilish smile. He knows this choice to be here wasn't easy for me.

"Reign, you have to get out there. It's almost game time. We can talk after." I grab his hand and try to pull him toward the door.

He takes a few steps before pulling my hand, so I'm forced to turn. His body crowds mine into the wall, boxing in around me. "We need to have a little chat now, Riles."

My eyes widen. "You play in two minutes. They're starting the national anthem any minute."

He shakes his head slowly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. "I had a little chat with Blade."

"You what?"

Reign leans down farther, one hand propped next to my head, the other leaning on his stick while he crowds me. "You heard me. I told him to drop the idea of you. That you were mine. You know what he said to me?"

I shake my head no. "I...I have no idea."

He smirks, and it's evil. Dangerous. Unhinged. "He filled me in on the rest of what he said to you at the diner. It wasn't just that he was sorry. He said I must be playing you, and that I would never make you my girlfriend."

My throat feels constricted and I hate that my eyes prickle with tears. I do not want to cry over this. Not now, and not in front of him. Shrugging, I make myself hold his stare. "So what? He isn't the first to bring it up. It doesn't hurt me. There wasn't a reason to mention it."

Reign moves fast, his hand that was next to my head, clasps around my neck, forcing my back to the wall and holding me in place. My heart hammers in my chest and my lips part. His jaw locks, his fingers flexing against my skin, before leans down until his face is a breath away from mine. "Nobody. Nobody gets to hurt you, Riley. You're mine. Your tears, your pain, your smiles, it's all for me. Mine. I take care of you; I will protect you. You are my girl, babe."

I swallow in his hold, my heart bursting on the inside. "Okay, Reign."

"Tell me you understand."

I nod my head as much as I can. "Yes. Yes, I understand."

He sags into me, his forehead resting against my own while we breathe each other in. My skirt brushes to the side and air suddenly hits the tops of my thighs. "Reign."

"I can't send you out there like this, babe. They need to know who you belong to. I want you to be thinking about this moment for the entire game." He breathes against my lips, his hand grabbing my pussy. The roughness tears a moan from my lips and his eyes darken.

Reign slides two fingers along the edge of my underwear, hooking them to the side, before his fingertips glide through the wetness he finds there. "You always feel so good. Always so wet for me, aren't you, my little puck slut?"

"Reign," I gasp his name right as he thrusts two fingers inside me. My legs spread farther apart, giving him better access.

"I need to see you, Riley. Unbutton those buttons for me, babe." He nods toward my blouse. My fingers quickly move to undo the buttons, letting the crisp fabric fall away. "Bra too."

My hands glide around my back and I unhook my bra, pushing the material down and out of the way so my breasts spring free. Reign groans, his eyes taking in the visual as they bounce lightly with every thrust of his fingers inside my body. My knees feel weak and my hands grab for him, holding his shoulders, gripping his jersey tightly.

"I need more, Reign."

He smirks and leans in, kissing my lips hard, lightly biting my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. "What my dirty girl wants, she gets."

My mind blanks and my eyes glaze over when he calls me his. His dirty girl. His puck slut. It shouldn't make me wetter, but it does. I want him, and I want to please him by coming all over his hand. I startle when the rough, taped end of his hockey stick slides up my bare thigh, disappearing under my skirt.

"Oh my god," I gasp when he presses the blunt side against my clit. "Oh fuck."

Reign smirks against my lips, his fingers pumping ruthlessly, while rubbing my clit with his stick. His eyes move frantically from mine to my hardened nipples. I can read it in his expression how wild everything is driving him, as if he isn't sure where to spend more of his attention. My hips jerk in his hold, my body chasing the orgasm that he is holding just out of my reach.

"I'm so close, Reign," I moan against his lips, trying to ride his fingers while grinding my clit against his stick. Never would I have imagined this happening when I decided to stop hiding and make it to his game. My pussy flutters and right before my body hurtles into an orgasm, Reign withdraws his fingers and pulls his stick out from under my skirt.

"What the—"

Reign steps back, his chest heaving and his eyes bright. I hear the scoreboard buzz and the school band start to play. "Don't be mad, Riles. I'll take care of you after. I want to imagine how it's going to feel when I slide inside you after the game. After I knock Meyers on his ass for even thinking he could have you. We're going to win, and I'm going to celebrate by coming so deep inside you, that you'll be leaking my cum for days."

"Reign," I choke out his name, wanting him to make good on his word right now. "I need you."

"You'll get me, babe. After. I want you to sit with your panties soaked for the whole game, knowing that I did that to you. Me. No one else."

I didn't even notice that he was touching me, moving my bra back into place, and buttoning up my shirt. My blood is still humming, and I feel heated all over. On my neck, behind my legs, everywhere. Reign bends down and places another bruising kiss on my lips before taking my hand in his and leading us out the door.

In the hallway the noise and the cheers are getting louder. I can hear the pregame music starting. We're close enough to the public that I start to panic, running my free hand over my uniform, through my hair. I'm sure I look like a mess.

"Pete will take you back to the student section," Reign tells me, pointing to where the other man is standing and waiting to take me back up.

Somehow I manage to nod, my feet already carrying me away. Reign slips his helmet on and marches down the players' aisle. The crowd goes nuts and I bet he's finally on the ice. Pete brings me to the stands and I gingerly walk to the end of the row where my team sits. Quinn's brow rises and her eyes drag over my uniform. Of course they're all dressed in their warm ups or other school apparel. Rolling my eyes I take a seat, almost jumping back up when the aluminum seat presses against my damp underwear. Cursing Reign, I manage to tuck my skirt under my butt and have to cross my legs, to ease the tenderness and overstimulated skin. I even consider sneaking off to the bathroom to give myself some relief when the lights suddenly dim and the starting players for each team are announced. A spotlight follows each of them as they skate by as clips of their favorite warm-up songs play. It reminds me of a professional game and it makes my eyes roll. Rich kids.

The crowd stands for Reign when his name, number and position is called. The applause is deafening. My eyes follow him skating from his bench to where he high fives each of his teammate's gloves before standing on the blue line. Pride swells in my chest, my lips turning up in a smile. Somehow he manages to find me in the crowd and the look in his eyes is pure lust, reminding me of where I was just a few short minutes ago. With his free hand he pulls his necklace from under his pads and slips the charmed number eighteen into his mouth. As if his actions have a straight pleasure line to my core, I feel the flutter deep inside.

Once the game starts, I manage to clear my head. Following the puck and immersing myself in the plays causes my adrenaline to spike in my blood. The excitement in the arena is contagious. I easily find myself cheering with my team and peers for the entire game. Reign skates like I always remembered. Effortlessly making plays and holding his team together, making them strong and fierce. I continue to be in awe of him. After a line change, he takes the bench and once again his gaze catches mine. I give him a small wave, when others around me start to notice his lingering eyes as they coast over my body. A few of the girls from my team pretend to catcall me and jeer about my "lover boy." Ducking my head, I glance back at Reign and shake my head, hoping the stern look on my face will deter him from staring. Instead he smirks, his eyes shining when he stands with his stick, and brings the handle to his lips. It isn't obvious to everyone around me. Only I see the way he runs the handle against his lips, slowly, the same handle that was rubbing against my clit, soaking in my juices, before his tongue darts out and he licks it. Shock radiates through my system along with the urge to have his tongue on me. My lips part, my chest heaves. Reign is going to ruin me. With a wink, he shoots over the board and launches himself back into the game.

In the last few minutes, I'm on my feet with everyone else when the other team takes a cheap shot to one of our players. The booing that ensues has to be calmed down by the refs. I make contact with Reign when he skates back to the ice, even though it isn't his line, and he's taking a defensive position.

My head tilts in question. He glances away from me and I follow his eyesight to the other team and they land on Blade. He's planning something. Knowing Reign's revenge is coming doesn't make it easier to watch. I can't help but keep my eyes glued to the ice while Blade chases the puck, looking like he's going for a breakaway. Reign is a wall between Blade and the goal. Blade lowers his head and doesn't see when Reign puts the stops on and uses his body to send Blade flying backwards, his body hitting the ground. Blade's stick smacks the ice, the sound echoing in the stunned silence of the moment.

Then the crowd is roaring as Reign steals the puck and skates it all the way back down the ice, shooting at the other team's empty net, winning the game 4-1. The Saints' team leaves the bench to celebrate with Reign and tackle their goalie. The first game of the season is over. I glance over at Blade who is slowly moving back to his bench, his head down, before throwing his stick in the box. I wait to feel something. Guilt. Remorse. But it never comes. Blade played with fire and he got burned.

I follow the rest of my team out of the arena and into the warming area. Some of them leave and a few others straggle behind like me, waiting for our players to exit the locker room. I breathe easier knowing that the opposing team exits out a back entrance to get on the bus that takes them home. I don't feel bad for Blade, but I also don't want to see him hurt. He made his own choices.

One by one players emerge and they're each given attention from the fans. I scan them over, looking for him, waiting, and wanting him to make good on his word. Amidst the chaos, I'm startled when a hand suddenly clamps around my mouth, another arm secured over my chest and I'm pulled backward into the closed-off atrium. Alarm bells ring in my ear and I brace myself to fight.

"Don't alert them," Reign's voice whispers in my ear, and that's all it takes for my body to sag against his. My eyes pop back open and my breathing returns to normal as I quit struggling.

Once we're out of view, he takes my hand and we exit a side door. The chill in the air hits us immediately. Reign wraps his arms around me and ushers me to his car that is parked far from the building and almost entirely encased in darkness. Heat blooms in my chest, exploding when we reach the driver's side door and Reign presses me back into it, his mouth descending on mine.

The chilliness, the noise of people talking and cars leaving, fade into the background. My hands find their way under Reign's team sweatshirt, my fingers curling around the number on his gold chain.

"You were amazing out there."

He stares down at me, the blue of his eyes deepening to match the night sky. "I thought about you the whole game."

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.