Chapter 6

Riley

Beach parties are not what they are all cracked up to be. This is why I never felt the urge to go. There is a collection of kids from the public high school and a few groups of the kids from All Saints Academy. Drinks are circling and someone is attempting to play music. I had my sandals on at first but that quickly became terrible and now I feel like I'm dodging glass bottles, cigarette and joint butts, and not stepping where someone puked after a few too many shots. The bonfire is going and puts off some light, but not enough to show me where it's safe to step. No one wants it that big because, well, cops.

I stick closely to Sam and Emma and the kids from our school, but that doesn't interfere with the intense gaze that's been following me around all night. I don't have to see Reign to know he's watching me. I can only imagine what sort of punishment he is planning or sick challenge now that I fell on him, practically tackling him to the ground. Heat builds up my neck and settles at the base like a vise. I'm uncomfortable and really wishing I had made the decision not to come. Maybe if I avoid Reign for the rest of the summer, he will forget about it by the time school starts.

"I might head back," I tell Emma and her smile immediately drops. Her eyes search out Reign and then she scowls, probably making the same assessment I had.

"Fuck him, Girl. This is our senior year. The last time we'll be here at camp together. Let Reign be pissy, you don't owe him anything. It was an accident."

Her words make sense and I want to scream how right she is, but I can't shake the feeling that there is a timer counting down above me, and I don't know what happens after the buzzer. I open my mouth, ready to tell her I don't feel good when—

"Cops!" Someone yells and bodies scramble. I can see red and blue lights flashing in the distance. Everyone takes off toward the lot to get in their cars, but I run toward the woods. If I can just get deep enough, they won't find me and eventually I'll get back to camp. I know this area by heart, after spending so many summers here. As I run, I'm suddenly thankful I didn't drink much. I had two fruity cocktails that Emma made when we first arrived and that was it. The weight of Reign's hostility had weighed on my good time.

My legs and arms pump while I dodge around trees and branches. I can hear car doors and what sound like people running behind me, but I keep going. Pushing through the pain in my calves and keeping my breathing even. My heart beats wildly in my chest, feeling like I'm being chased. I quickly dodge to the right and find a grove of shrubs. I slide down and run around to squat behind them. The minute I'm flat on the ground, another body slams into mine. I almost scream. My eyes widen when they land on a pair of icy blue ones. His lips quirk up. My heart hammers painfully as more footsteps approach. A flashlight swings around the area and suddenly it makes sense. My eyes shoot daggers at Reign. This is his payback. His lips open, and my body reacts. I jump on him, pinning him to the ground, my hand slapped over his mouth.

I mouth at him to shut up, and I keep my eyes on the officer as he starts to walk away, back toward where we came from. I don't trust Reign though. My knees dig into his sides, my body settling on his. A groan escapes his lips, around my fingers. My eyes snap to him.

Reign's gaze is unfocused, his tanned skin tinges red along his cheek bones, and he's watching me intently. It's then I become fully aware of everywhere my body is pressed against his. My softer curves cradled against his rock-hard abdomen; my thighs spread over his hips. His hands are gripping my sides, almost painfully, but he isn't pushing me away or off of him. If I lifted my hand, my lips would touch his. I make an even bigger mistake when I inhale and the smell of his cologne, mixed with the woodsy smell around us, assaults my senses. I feel heat spread down my chest and to my core, where I'm pressed against Reign. My stomach swoops when he shifts and I can feel his hard length against his jeans. Oh fuck.

I gasp and Reign's eyes darken even more, flashing with hunger and dark amusement. One of his hands moves to grip the back of my head, pulling, and my hands fly to his shoulders right as his lips crash with mine. I'm fucking kissing Reign Thorn. And of course, he's perfect at that too. His lips move under mine, firm, with almost a desperate hunger. His teeth nip and bite my bottom lip and my lips part from the shock. He uses the opportunity to part my lips with his tongue, using it to caress mine. My body feels like it's been dipped into an inferno. Heat spreads everywhere where my body is pushed against Reign's. The groans he makes against my lips are ravenous, as if he can't get enough of the way my mouth tastes. I know that's what I'm thinking. How delicious Reign tastes, like a hint of whiskey mixed with mint from his toothpaste. My fingers grip his head, sliding into his hair. My body feels out of my control and my hips buck into his. Reign's hands grip my waist, pushing and pulling my body along his, until I'm practically dry-humping him in the grass. My clit tingles in anticipation and I feel shockingly empty at my core, as if it knows something is missing. Something Reign could fill me up with.

I break away from his lips, breathing hard, forcing air into my lungs and willing the oxygen to go to my brain. I need to think clearly. Reign's hands grasp the sides of my face, and he sits up, my body still straddling his waist. His icy eyes search mine, looking for regret maybe. I bite my lip, unsure what to say or how to move past this.

"I—"

"Don't you fucking dare apologize."

I glance away from his face, not wanting to see the hostility there to match his words. "Reign—"

"Shut up, Riley. I fucking mean it," he growls and shivers run down my spine because he called me Riley. No Conrad or Con-man. Riley. I'm so messed up right now. I clamp my lips together.

Reign sighs and his hands drop to my waist. He lifts me up and we both get to our feet. My knees are caked with dirt from the forest floor and Reign takes his shirt off. The fabric is covered in pine needles and dirt. I can't take my eyes off his torso though. For the billionth time today, I'm presented with his perfectly sculpted abdomen, my gaze trailing over every inch, to where his jeans rest on his hips, a little lower than his Adonis belt.

"Keep looking at me like that, babe, and I'll take that as a sign it's okay to push you to your knees right here and stick my cock in your mouth."

My whole body jumps at his words and my gaze snaps to his. My brain doesn't seem to function or care about the underlying threat though because the imagery he put in my head is too much. It's kind of hot. I've never sucked anyone off before; it's never been something that has come up when you're dating life is zilch. Reign is watching me closely, and I recognize the evil way his lips are curving. It's a fucking challege to him, probably to see how far I'd take this after out little make out session in the grass. I should go back, and leave now. That would be smart, safe. Except this is Reign, and deep in my shattered heart I'm still holding onto hope that someday he'll miss our friendship like I do.

"Do you like how that sounds, Riley? Your cheeks are pink and your eyes are a little glossy." He steps into me, his hand circling my waist, and he bends so his lips brush against my ear. "Are you picturing it? I bet you'd look beautiful on your knees for me. Fuck, I'm getting harder just thinking about it."

"No," I shake my head in denial, despite the low moan that escapes me from the dirty words he's spilling in my ears. His hand wraps around my hair, and he tilts my head back and to the side, giving his lips access to my neck.

"Reign," I try saying his name in a last ditch effort before this goes too far. Before either of us makes a mistake. It's not like he can forget he hates me just because he's kissing me, right?

Reign drags his lips along my neck, his mouth ravenous, sucking and biting my sensitive flesh. My knees feel weak, but my body is on fire.

"We should stop." Only a small fraction of my brain wants to resist, the other wants to be at Reign's mercy, and give him the best blow job of his life. So good he thinks about it anytime he sees me skating across the ice, knowing I'll never be his. I just don't trust him.

Reign pulls back. "Say please," he demands, his tone cool and instantly I'm on alert. Before I can say anything he bites down on my neck, grunting when my hands trail over his body, and my fingers dip into the waistband of his jeans. He pulls back and our eyes clash. Whatever he sees in mine sends a triumphant flare through his.

"Please?" I manage to choke out, feeling my heart pound faster in my chest.

Reign continues trailing open mouth kisses along my neck, my collarbone and across my chest. He never lets up and I swear he's going to leave a mark on my skin. His large hands grip my ass and my back holding me immobile in his muscular arms. "You know what I think? I think you do want to get on your knees for me, Riley. In fact, I think you wouldn't even need a challenge to do it."

My throat goes dry at his words. "Why would I ever want to get on my knees for a Saint?"

He laughs, taking his lips from my skin, but his hands still run over me. "You would if I challenged you, and you know it. Be brave, Conrad and I'll even do you a favor of keeping it a secret."

"That's not the favor I would want." I pull back from him, enjoying the way he follows me like his body is refusing to put distance between us.

His cool eyes run all over me, creating heat and fire in their wake. "What would be your favor then?"

I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. I don't know how I tell him I wouldn't want it to be a challenge in the first place. I should just end this here and now. Going back to my cabin would be the smart thing to do.

Reign's hand reaches out, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pushes me down to my knees. "This is the favor I'll give you, Riles. Put my dick in your mouth, and I won't tell anyone. Do a good job and I might let you do it again."

Anger lights up my veins and I'm pissed at myself because it also turns me on. He's trying to turn this moment into something it's not. I refuse to play his game. My lips turn up in a little smirk, my hands reaching for the button on his jeans, swiping it one go. Reign's brow rises.

Even though he could clearly overpower me with his size and strength, I feel like the one in charge. I feel powerful at this moment with the little control he's letting go of. Even on my knees, I feel that he is the one under my spell, captive to what I'm about to do to him. About to do for the first time. "You might have to help me out here."

His brow rises and then understanding dawns on him. I watch his myriad of expressions: surprise, disbelief, triumph, and finally possession cross his face. He takes a hold of his cock and pulls it out of his jeans. My eyes widen slightly. I don't have much to compare him to, but his cock is huge. Thick. I doubt I can fit him in my mouth let alone far down my throat. I feel anxious suddenly, and very much the clueless virgin I am.

"Open your mouth, babe," he commands, his voice deep and gravely.

My lips part, and he guides his cock between them and shoves inside. My hands fly to his hips, and my brain screams for oxygen. "You look so beautiful right now, Riles. Your mouth feels so good. You were made to suck my cock, weren't you?"

His hand tangles in my hair and he thrusts gently. "That's it, babe. Open wider, relax your throat. You're fucking perfect."

My eyes burn and I can't breathe, but fuck if I am not determined. Reign is coming undone above me. His eyes are glossed over, his cheek bones tinged red, and he's watching me like I am the best thing he's ever seen. I love the way his hands tighten in my hair when I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick before gliding it along his length. His body shudders and then his hips snap forward.

I listen to my body and to his filthy words telling me what to do. I follow his instructions, hollowing my lips and start to suck. Reign hisses and his head is thrown back. He pushes until he hits the back of my throat, pumping in and out of my mouth.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his hand caressing my head. I moan around him, clearly liking his choice of words and names tonight. It feels like we're taking a reprieve from our usual rivalry and I wonder how much this will cost me later. I can't think about it now though. Not when I'm enjoying Reign Thorn at my mercy.

"You like my cock in your mouth, don't you, babe? This is the only place you belong, on your knees for me. My good little whore," he grunts, his hand yanking my head closer, pushing his cock deeper in my throat as a hot jet of his salty release spills down my throat. It doesn't all fit in my mouth, and I can feel some of it slipping out the sides.

Reign backs up, his cock slipping out, and he tucks himself back in. His eyes eat up every part of me and I shakily get back on my feet, my chest heaving a little. "Shit, that's hot, babe."

He swipes his thumb at the corner of my lips and I can't help the proud little smile that lifts my lips. Reign's arms wrap around me, pulling my body into his. "One of these days, I'm going to spread you out and make you my private meal. You deserve better than the forest floor and if I was sure no one was looking for us, I'd eat your pussy right now, but we're on borrowed time."

What is happening? Reign's offer should not be so appealing to me. My body shudders and I take one last second to enjoy his scent, the weight of his arms around me, and his dirty talk. This was a challenge to him. I know that's all it is and all it will ever be. There is no way Reign could want me. That we could ever lay down our swords and be anything but what this was. I'm going to call it an experience. And from the way he was going on about it, I'd say the little virgin did a hell of a job. I won't expect more from him. I don't even know what more with Reign would be.

Shaken, I let him take my hand and lead me back to where the trails to our separate campsites start. We don't talk or discuss what just happened. Both of us are just content to let it go. It might come back to bite me in the ass later, but I decide I'll deal with it then. It's not like he didn't enjoy it. If anything, I could just repeat back to him all the depraved things he said to me. I let go of his hand to go to my cabin, but Reign just pulls me in. Confused, my eyes jump to his, widening.

"What?"

He half scoffs and laughs before his lips dip down to mine, giving me a soft, sweet kiss. Then, without a word, Reign turns and heads to his trail. I watch his back retreat, wondering what that was all about before I force my steps toward the trail I need to take in order to get to my cabin. The campsite is quiet, a few small giggles from the girls still awake. Thankfully there is no movement from across the way where our coaches are sleeping. I'm not sure how they slept through sirens in the distance, but I won't question my luck. All I can think about as my head hits the pillow is what a fucking night.