Chapter 36

Riley

"Reign's sign sure is subtle." Leah laughs while standing next to me on the blue line.

I glance at my boyfriend in the stands with his team and the obnoxious, red sign he's holding.

I PUCKING LOVE #18!

"I'm going to kill him," I vow, shaking my head.

"Yeah, try saying that without the smile on your face." She winks before skating off to her corner.

Our names have been called, the anthem has been sung and all that's left is for the puck to drop. It's been on my mind all day that this game is the last in my school career. I'm not sure what will come with college or the future. I enjoyed being a Saint more than I thought I would, and it's all thanks to him.

My eyes lock on him one more time. Reign stands out even in a crowd to me. His hair is a shaggy mess, wearing his ASA hoodie and a pair of black track pants. The look he gives me is hot enough to melt the ice. It's pride, love, and excitement all rolled together. My gaze flicks to his lips where his gold chain is holding those little numbers hostage in his mouth. Eighteen and eighty-one. His and mine. I shiver even in my gear and quickly mouth I love you.

His gaze becomes even more intense until I have to look away. I'm still heated from our exchange earlier and he's not helping the situation now.

"Be careful out there. No unnecessary hits," Reign says while holding my bag. We're at the arena and he insisted on walking me in even though it's two hours before the game starts.

"I can handle myself. Don't worry so much." I scoff and pull my bag into my hands.

Reign's eyes darken and a mischievous smirk plays on his lips. His hand slides down my front and right over my stomach. "You could be pregnant though."

My mouth drops open in horror. "I can't believe you said that out loud." I glance around us. He shrugs like a teenage pregnancy isn't a big deal.

"It wouldn't ruin things. The baby would be born before your season gets rolling and you'd be cleared to play six weeks after." He shrugs.

"I'm on birth control," I remind him of the decision I made and he supported the other week. "You're insane."

"Only about you," he replied and kissed me speechless before walking away.

That was our last interaction before the game and it still makes my insides burn for him. I'm not pregnant and I have no intentions to have a baby for years. Reign has his own countdown and so do I. We both are just looking forward to being together at Michigan, playing hockey and spending more time together. That's all I need.

I skate toward my opponent on the red line, both of us getting in position for the puck drop. The noise from the crowd fades away.

Reign is here.

My dad is healing, and is also in the crowd with Mr. and Mrs. Thorn.

Emma and Sam are sitting with the guys' team. They let the Booty Chasers party with them now.

My mom is watching over me.

I open my eyes, breathe in and breathe out. The puck drops. Our sticks clash. The game starts.

"You're playing with me and I've been fucking desperate for you since I carried you off the ice." Reign growls while pushing me against the wall, his voice carrying a roughness that sends shivers down my spine. His fingers skim the edge of my sweatpants and he tucks his fingers inside, yanking them down. My feet step out of them easily, my thighs clenching together, trying to contain the arousal that is building between my legs.

I've been on an adrenaline high since the game ended with a four to one score, making the Saints the winning team. Once it was over, Reign made it to the ice and lifted me high in the air, spinning in circles on the ice in his shoes. After the game, he claims I tortured him by making him go with me to get food with our parents. He kept his hand on my knee the entire time. Pretty sure I can claim that I'm the one who was being tortured. Then after that I made him take me to a Saints' party to celebrate with our classmates and friends.

"Reign," I moan his name into the empty apartment as he shoves my t-shirt up and off my body. I make an attempt to rid him of his clothes, but he's more interested in slipping his hand under my drenched underwear. I gasp as he enters me with a single finger.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me. You're so perfect," he mutters, his words sending waves of desire through my veins. My hips thrust into his hand, needing more, craving his touch all over my body.

My hands unclasp my bra and the material falls to the floor as well. My hands run over my own breasts, squeezing them. His eyes become more hooded. He bends down suddenly, chasing my fingers away and sucks a swollen nipple between his lips. I pull him closer, fingers running through his hair, holding him to me.

"Do you want to come for me, Riles?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against my racing heart.

"Yes. I need you, Reign." I whimper in frustration, chasing the feeling only he can give me.

Reign drops to his knees. I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he tears down my underwear. Our eyes lock and then his mouth is on me. His tongue darts out to lick and suck my clit. The sounds that spill from my mouth echo in the empty space, raw and lustful. I'm dripping for him. His hands guide my leg up onto his shoulder, opening me up, so I can grind my pussy all over his face. Reign hungrily licks through my folds, everywhere, like a man obsessed. My orgasm stirs, the tension building until I burst. My body shakes from the force of it, brutal and swift, my heart hammering in my chest while it spirals through me.

I'm breathing hard when it's over, my body slumping against the wall. "Oh my god, that was—"

"Amazing," Reign finishes for me, his voice hoarse. "We're not done, yet, babe. I need more of your taste on my tongue."

His mouth fastens on me again, and his fingers join the party. He slips two of them inside and curls them upwards, stroking that perfect spot deep inside. I cry out as he brings me swiftly to the edge again, and flings my body into another smaller but just as intense orgasm. My legs shake and my body trembles. Reign's hands hold my hips, keeping me on my feet.

"More," I groan, desperate for him to fill me completely, needing him inside me.

Reign growls in response, his eyes dark and smoldering with a possessive heat. He picks me up effortlessly and carries me over to the couch. Setting me on my feet, he quickly takes his hoodie and shirt off, dropping his pants before sitting down. "Ride me, babe."

His hands guide my legs until I'm straddling his hips, and lowering down over him. Using one hand I grasp his perfect dick before lining it up with my entrance. I slide down at the same time he pushes up. We both groan at the feeling when I'm fully seated on him.

Leaning in, I press my lips to his. "I fucking love you, Reign Thorn. You and your perfect cock."

His control snaps and soon he's pounding into me with a fierce intensity that leaves me breathless. My hands grip his shoulders, his hair, anywhere I can touch him. I can feel him everywhere. His hands on my back, my hips, my thighs, running his fingers where we're joined to pinch and play with my clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He gasps, his hands grasping my breasts, his fingers pinching and working my nipples. "Perfect fucking tits. This perfect pussy."

I whimper in pleasure, his words making my body hum in response. My head tilts back and he leans forward to kiss and lick his way across my chest and over my breasts.

"Just like that, babe." He groans, grasping my hips and bouncing me harder on his lap, grinding his pelvis against mine.

I'm panting, my body coiled tight, my arms sliding around him, trying to pull him as close as possible. Another orgasm approaches and I swear he can sense it. His teeth bit gently on my nipples and his finger rolls my clit between us. My body convulses over his, my hips jerking through my orgasm.

"Riley." He calls my name, his eyes feral and dark, full of hunger as he watches me come apart over him. "So fucking beautiful. That's it, grip my cock with your pretty pussy."

I pulse around him, squeezing while my body rides out this orgasm. Reign thrusts a few more times before his fingers dig into my skin, and his head tilts back. His body strains and arches against mine. Hot spurts flood my insides while I press my lips to the skin on his neck, behind his ear, and over his collarbones.

When we both come down, we're a sweaty pile on his couch, but I've never felt more relaxed or happier.

"Congratulations, babe," he mutters.

I glance up and take his face between my hands. "The real prize is you, Reign. Thank you for loving me."

His eyes soften and his hands run through my hair. "I love you. You're mine always."

"Forever," I promise him. My finger hooks under his gold chain and I use it to bring his mouth to mine. I pour everything into that kiss. My future, my life, my dreams, and my love.

If you would have told me I'd fall in love with my greatest rival, I'd have told you over my dead body. Thankfully Reign didn't give me a choice. He gave me the chance to dream. To love. And it all came from one challenge and a favor.

THE END