Epilogue II

Riley, three years later…

"And the first-round draft pick for the New Jersey Destroyers, center forward from Michigan, Reign Thorn!"

"Oh my god!" I jump up off my feet and dance around the room. Reign's mom hugs me and we sway side to side. Tears are streaming down her cheeks while we watch the huge jumbotron in front of us. His dad stands behind her once she lets me go, his hands clasping her shoulders. I don't think Mr. Thorn would ever admit it, but I swear his eyes are swimming in tears.

Reign is dressed to perfection in his navy suit and white shirt. His hair is still long, but now is shorter than when we were young and styled to perfection for this event. He grins at the camera and winks, his thumb holding the same gold chain he's never taken off. My eyes fill with happy tears.

He stalks across the stage and shakes hands with the man who is holding his new team jersey. Reign takes it and holds it in front of himself while a matching team baseball hat is set on top of his head. More pictures are taken, and the crowd in attendance is cheering loudly. The smile on Reign's face is the same cocky, happy, relaxed smile he has always worn. My hand rests over my heart, trying to calm it from leaping out of my chest. I'm so proud of him. This is the moment he has dreamed of since high school. The goal he worked hard for everyday in college. It's the start of our next chapter.

"I'm super excited to join the team and meet the amazing fans in New Jersey. I'm grateful for the opportunity that was presented to me tonight. I want to thank my team, my coach at Michigan, my family, and most importantly, my wife, Riley Thorn. I love you, babe."

They instantly throw up the infamous picture of Reign's NCAA Championship win, where he got down on one knee on the ice and pulled out a diamond ring for me. It had gone viral and everyone knew the story of the young hockey player already wifed-up and just entering the draft. We were a huge story and romanticized all over social media. It was a whirlwind engagement and a private, small wedding, before we even graduated college. The entire world seemed to know how obsessed Reign was with me and he basked in it. He fed the rumors and I didn't care. That was one of the best days of my life, besides the actual wedding. I love that picture. And I love the man I call my husband.

After his speech, Reign walks off the stage and eventually to the back room we reserved for family and friends. With high profile athletes among us, it was best to keep our gathering exclusive, not allowing cameras inside our celebration. He finds me right away. In three strides I'm lifted off the floor, Reign's arms banding around my waist.

"I need you for a second," he breathes out, taking my hand. He turns to our families with a smile. "They want one picture, we'll be back."

I follow him out to the hall. Reign keeps my hand in his and leads me farther down the hallways and we take an immediate left. He pushes me into an empty room. "What—"

"I just fucking need you, babe." He groans, his lips attacking mine. My arms wrap around his neck, while his fingers inch my dress up higher, his hand slipping up to my sides.

"No underwear?"

I smile against his lips. "I was anticipating the celebration."

"You fucking kill me," he breathes against my lips. My hands help to open his suit pants and I take his hard length in my hands, stroking him up and down. Reign bats my hands away and hauls me up against his body. I brace my hands on his shoulders. His hand fists in my hair, while he kisses me anywhere he can reach me. Our kisses are wild, passionate, and filled with so much love. My hips move, grinding on him, until his control snaps. Reign's hands guide my body until the head of his cock presses against my opening. He lowers my body onto him and I'm forced to feel my pussy stretch around him, before he thrusts up, burying himself inside me.

"You feel so good," I whimper in the empty room.

"I need you to come, babe. We can't stay here long, but I needed to be inside you. I fucking love you. You're my everything." He grunts into my neck.

I swivel my hips and reach my hand between us, stroking my clit. His eyes darken, and he leans back enough to watch me. His eyes move from my fingers to where his cock is stretching me, where my pussy is swallowing every inch of him.

"That's it, my little puck-slut, touch yourself. Come for me, Riles. Come all over my cock."

He thrusts faster, each motion making my breasts bounce lightly. One of his hands grabs one breast roughly, playing with my nipple between the material, while the other hand squeezes my hip so hard I know I'll have bruises. My head falls back and my body lets go. I come hard, the edges of my vision blurring, until all I can see is him.

"Good fucking girl. My beautiful wife." Reign's whole body shudders against mine, and a loud groan leaves his lips. A few thrusts later, we both are still and breathing hard.

Reign kisses my forehead before he helps me fix my dress. Once I can stand again he tucks himself back in and fixes his shirt.

"I'm proud of you," I tell him, placing a kiss on his chin.

Reign smiles and wraps me in his arms. "I'm excited for this next chapter of our lives."