Chapter 7

Reign

Twitchy. That's the only way to explain what I've been feeling all day. I'm on edge and I know my team can sense it. They've been eyeing me warily since our weight session this morning and now that we're on our way out to the field for dryland practice, they've given me a wide berth. Even Leif is hesitant to interrupt the train of thought that has been on loop in my head all morning. The reason I'm strung tight and can barely form sentences unless it's to bark orders at someone. Brown eyes, turning molten as they stared up at me with a hint of innocence while my cock was thrusting between her pretty pink lips. Riley, my enemy, the one girl I swore up and down was untouchable just about brought me to my knees last night. I had initiated it as a challenge, thinking she would back out, and I would have a real reason to step away from her. A reminder to keep my hands off of her body.

I had fully intended on ratting her out at the party. I purposefully followed her into the woods, knowing the cops were following. My perfectly laid plan to ruin the rest of her summer as payback for the shake incident, went up in flames when she guessed my intentions and jumped me. I can't even explain what happened to my body. The minute her weight settled against mine, her curves and warm skin, her fresh picked strawberry scent, my brain betrayed me. It felt right to have her there. Mine. That's the only thought I could form and it chanted in my brain the entire time her silky lips kissed mine, while my tongue ran along hers and ate up her taste. I could tell when she pulled away that she was just as conflicted as I was and it pissed me the fuck off. It felt so right to have my hands all over her, even when I'm supposed to hate her. I couldn't stop myself from continuing to touch her and my confusion skyrocketed further when I challenged her to get on her knees and she wanted to.

I had the best blow job of my life and it came from the girl who's off-limits. And I want it again. I want to devour her mouth and find out if she tastes as sweet everywhere else. I want to see her skin flush pink and to hear that cute-as-fuck moan in my ears again. So yeah, I'm twitchy. The girl I thought I hated, I might not hate at all. Or I just want to fuck her out of my system. See…twitchy.

"You need to quit glaring at the freshman." Carter walks up next to me, nodding in the direction I had been looking at, completely zoned out. I wasn't even paying attention to my team, but I knew that was the direction the girls usually come from.

"Tell them not to be so sensitive."

Leif slides next to us and chuckles. "You didn't get caught by the cops last night, so why are you so pissy today?"

I glance at my friends, not even sure of what I'd say to them. They both know about my rivalry with Riley; they've been in on many of our challenges and pranks over the years. They could probably set me straight. But for some reason it feels too personal to share. "Camp is almost over and we start captains' practice after next week. Half the team isn't conditioned enough and the other half is acting like this is a party."

Leif's brow rises. "Even Coach wasn't that harsh this morning. Are you okay?"

"I'm ready to get back," I manage to grit out. I need away from the woods before my thoughts about all the secluded places I could bend Riley over become a reality.

"I'm not. School starts and I have soccer starting. I'll be juggling both practices again this year." Leif groans.

My lips twitch. All through high school Leif has spent his fall on the soccer field or at the rink. Our season doesn't start until October, but Coach likes us to keep on the ice, conditioning and practicing until then. I live and breathe hockey, so it hasn't ever mattered to me. "Shouldn't be such an overachiever then."

Leif stops walking and a smirk tugs at his lips. "Speaking of overachieving. Looks like Con-man caught the new life guard's attention. Heard the dude is from a neighboring town and home from college for the summer. He has no idea."

My head instantly swivels where he's looking, for the first time noticing the girls aren't lifting weights but at the beach. My eyes find her instantly, like a moth to a flame, and my insides rage against what I'm seeing. The lifeguard stands right in front of Riley, his eyes raking over her curves in that fucking black two-piece swimsuit. What's worse is the smile that she's giving him. The smile that I never get and instantly want for myself. The edges of my vision turn red and my hand forms a fist, clenching, almost violently. Leif makes a shocked face, but I'm already stalking toward the clearing. "Riley!" I call her name and everyone's heads snap in my direction.

Her eyes widen, and when she sees the thunderous expression on my face, her cheeks turn pink. The guy says something to her, glancing from her to me, and she shakes her head. She better not have just denied knowing me. I hold her gaze, stalking her every move, trailing my eyes over every inch of her exposed skin.

"They were just talking." Carter whistles next to me, clearly thinking this is just about my campaign to keep the male population away from her as a form of torment. Little does he know this is so much more than that.

I can't stand another guy looking at her, talking to her, breathing the same air as her. I never had been. The urge to claim her is beating against my chest. Get over here. I mouth to her. She freezes, her brows rising almost to her hairline. With her spine straight, her chin lifted in defiance, Riley starts walking the beach to where I'm standing. Once again, everything from last night plays in my head like a flickering movie screen. I don't even hesitate when she's finally in front of me. Her lips part, probably to tell me off, but I'm quick. My hands cup her head, and my lips come down on hers. The audible gasps and whistles from around us blur into the background. For the first time today my heart stops raging and a sense of calm washes over me. My eyes open and make contact with the lifeguard douchebag. That's right, asshole. She's mine.

Riley's hands grip mine, and she breaks away, stunned. Her hand covers her lips while she glares. "What the hell?"

I shrug, keeping my voice low enough for her to hear, but also for everyone in the vicinity to speculate. "I missed you after last night. Find me later."

Her eyes widen, but I don't miss the flare of heat in them. Riley steps back and mumbles something that sounds like maybe before moving around me and hightailing it up the walk-way towards the girls' camp. Everyone resumes talking around us, and I nudge Leif and Carter along because we definitely are late now.

"Ah, what was that?" Leif asks, looking like he's going to choke on his tongue just from asking.

"I don't know yet," I answer him. Honestly, I have no idea what is happening, but I do know that my world calms a little bit when I'm touching Riley.

"Is this part of a prank or a challenge?"

My eyes skirt around. I can't lie to my best friend, but I also have zero answers that make sense. I don't owe him anything though, and whatever is happening between me and Riley is between us. Without answering, I jog to the field, prepared to get my ass beat for the day.

Once the lights go out in both of the coach's cabins, I grab my hoodie and throw it on. Leif relaxes lazily on his bed, watching me with interest.

"Going somewhere?"

"Just cover for me if someone comes," I grit out before walking into the night.

After the beach, I didn't see Riley again for the rest of the day, and she never came to find me. Looks like I'm going hunting. I jog across the lot and over to the other side of the camp, making sure to stick to the trees and the shadows. I don't know the number to her cabin so I start loudly whispering her name.

"Con-man!"

"Riley."

"Riley Conrad!"

A blonde girl I normally see her with steps out of one of the cabins, her eyes filled with fire, and then widen comically when she sees who it is looking for her precious captain. "Shhh."

"What cabin is hers?" I ask, keeping my tone low but raising my brow so she knows I mean business. I won't be crawling back to my cabin until I see Riley.

The girl crosses her arms over her chest, her voice tight. "Cabin five."

"Thank you." I shoot her a playful wink and continue my exploration around the campground. Riley's cabin is at the end and close to the woods. Fucking perfect.

A light is on inside when I knock on her door. "Riley," I call her name into the open window.

"Ohmygawd," I hear a different girl's gasp and giggle followed by a scoff from my girl.

She opens the door and steps out, not even bothering to say hello first. "What are you doing?"

My gaze runs over her loose hair and her makeup free face before taking in her tiny booty shorts, long t-shirt with a pirate face on it, and her red painted toes. Heat races down my spine and my chest squeezes. She's always been pretty; I've forever been fighting other guys off her, but now I can't help but think that she takes my breath away. Riley is effortlessly beautiful and the realization that I could have been sneaking out to see her sooner kills me.

"Come with me," I tell her and reach for her hand.

She steps back, her defenses raised, not that I blame her. "No."

"Why?" I crack a grin at her hesitancy, the distrust dancing across her face.

"Call me crazy but sneaking off with you in the middle of the night doesn't sound good for me. Are you planning to kill me then bury me in the woods?"

The laugh that escapes my mouth makes her stiffen. "If I was going to kill you, the better option would have been last night when it could have been blamed on alcohol and a party. Now everyone knows my lips have touched yours today."

"Spoken like a true psychopath."

I tuck my hands in my hoodie, watching her. "Takes one to know one, babe."

Her cheeks turn a shade of pink "I am not your babe."

"Debatable. I had my cock in your mouth then you swallowed my cum. And today I'm chasing after you, which is something I don't do. Ever."

Riley flies at me, her hand trying to cover my mouth, and block out the words I'm saying. Probably trying to keep all of her teammates from knowing that she got down on her knees for a Saint and that makes me want to expose her even more. I open my mouth, but it's like she guessed what I'm about to do. Riley takes my hand and starts pulling me toward the trail in the woods. I go willingly, it's not like she could actually pull me or make me go anywhere anyway.

We're alone on the beach, but she still insists on checking in every direction. I've already done my own assessment and came to the conclusion that we're by ourselves. I fold my arms, smirking at her, and she glares back.

"I am not sucking you off again."

My brow rises, and I start to get instantly hard just from her saying the words. I bet if I asked nicely or kissed her a little, she'd be singing a different tune. "Good thing I wasn't going to ask you to."

This time she's the one who looks shocked or dare I even say confused. Her hands land on her hips. "Then what am I doing out here, Reign?"

A sigh leaves my lips and my hands run over my face. "Look, I'm not usually a selfish bastard. But under the circumstances I didn't really get to enjoy you last night."

Her cheeks flame red. "Are you asking to return the favor?"

I shrug. "Not asking, babe, just preparing you for what's going to happen."

Riley shakes her head, the ends over her hair grazing her covered tits. "I don't need you to."

"Fuck needing me to." I grab her arm and yank her against me. The minute her body heat hits mine, it's as if a dark haze fills my vision and all I can picture is her skin, with my hands all over her. Her heart hammers hard in her chest, I can feel it through her t-shirt. She tries to pull back, but I lock my arms around her, trapping her against me.

"You don't have to fight me, Riles," I drag my lips down her neck, humming my approval when shivers follow in my wake. "I'll make you feel good and ask for nothing in return."

"Why don't I believe that?" she grits out, her eyes flashing.

"Believe what you want to. I think it makes sense to get this urge out. I need to taste you, to see if it goes away."

"What if it doesn't?" she challenges while our gazes meet. I don't know what to think about what will happen if it doesn't go away. How would I get her out of my system and do I even want to?

My free hand palms her hip, before sliding up her side and under the material of her shirt. She gasps at my touch. My lips gently kiss her neck and the angle of her jaw while squeezing the perfect handful of her breast. She shakes in my hold, her eyes becoming half-hooded. "Take your shirt off."

I remove my arms from around her and yank my hoodie off over my head. The slight chill in the air is doing nothing to tamper the heat on my skin that's raging in my blood. Riley hesitates for a second before she sees me laying my sweatshirt on the sand. Her t-shirt follows, and I take the fabric from her hands, dropping it to the side. I'm on her in the next instant, one hand cradling her head, while the other spans over the naked skin of her back, before I lower us to the ground. My lips slant over hers, parting them with my tongue, and suddenly the dark fog seems to clear a little. My body blankets hers while I drive my tongue in her mouth, tasting her, fucking starving for every whimper and moan that is trapped between us. My hands are all over her, touching every part of her I can, loving the chill on her skin as I chase it away with my heat. I squeeze her tits, before taking each nipple between my fingers and rolling the sensitive little buds. Riley moans into our kiss, arching her back and pressing her soft flesh further into my hands. It feels fucking perfect that she wants my touch just as bad. I kiss down her neck and over her chest before taking her nipple into my mouth and lavishing it with my tongue. Her legs clamp around my waist, pulling my body into hers.

I need to get my mouth on her. I've been obsessed with the thought since I tongue-fucked her mouth this morning. If I'm being honest, it's been since she straddled me last night. Riley knew my plans; she knows and understands what makes me tick. Just like I know those things about her. This is new though. Knowing what Riley tastes like, what sounds she makes, how tight her body is, those are things I haven't learned, and they might be the most dangerous. They might make me crave more from her.

My fingers curl around the waistband of her shorts and pull them down with her underwear, placing them beside us with her t-shirt. I plant a kiss on her belly and slide lower to her hips. Riley's hands dive into my hair and I hear the small gasp she makes when my hands slide under her ass. Her legs fall open, inviting me in. I kiss the top of her bare sex and run my finger down her slit and find how wet she is for me. I groan. "Fuck, you're beautiful everywhere"

Riley's mouth opens then closes, like she isn't sure what to say or do. An intense high takes over my brain and spreads through my chest. "I'm going to taste this pretty pussy now. I can stop if you don't want it." I give her an out even while knowing I wouldn't actually stop if she said to. I'd just try harder to coax her. There's nothing my girl loves more than a challenge. My girl. Fuck. What is happening to me?

Riley glances away, but her cheeks flush pink, the blush spreading down, over her naked chest. "No, don't. I want it."

I want to beat my chest like a caveman. To parade around and shout to the entire camp, to the whole town, that Riley Conrad wants me to make a meal out of her perfect pussy. I keep my gaze locked on hers while I dip down and plant a kiss on her clit. Her body tenses and her pupils bleed out, making her brown eyes as dark as coffee. A small whimper escapes her lips as I use my tongue to part her folds, using my fingers to hold her open while I lap and suck her.

Her fingers tighten on the strands of my hair, but I don't let up. I fucking devour her, my tongue sliding over her clit, lashing against the little bud until her thighs shake. She tastes even better than I thought she would. She arches her back pushing closer to my face. I use one of my arms to band around her waist, holding her hostage while licking her with determined swipes of my tongue. Her moans become breathy and gasping. It was a good call to make it down to the lake and away from everyone. I never want anyone else to ever see Riley this way. This is for my eyes only. I keep working her clit with my tongue, giving it bites with my teeth and establishing a rhythm that makes her body grow stiff before breaking my hold. My hands clasp her hips while she shudders, wringing out the last of her release all over my chin and lips.

Only once Riley goes limp do I pull back and reach for her shorts and underwear, sliding them up her legs and covering her. My tongue swipes over my lips because she looks absolutely wrecked. She's pink and flushed, a slight sheen of sweat coats her skin, and her hair is falling out of her bun. I did that to her. She can't deny it. Riley slings her arm over her eyes and I chuckle while grabbing her discarded t-shirt.

"Are you…are you sure, you don't want me to…?"

I glance down at her and her eyes move from mine to the bulge I'm packing in my gym shorts. Fuck yes, I want her lips wrapped around my dick again, but something tells me that if I push that right now then I'll lose her in this moment by making it about me and not just about her. "Not tonight, Riles. We still have two days left of camp. Plenty of time to trade some more favors."

She grunts and rises onto her elbows, dislodging herself from under me. I hand her the t-shirt and she takes it, slipping it back over her. My heart sinks now that her body is hidden from me again and I want to come up with all new creative ways to talk her into keeping this up. I get to my feet and swipe the sand off my knees before reaching down to help her up. Once I'm convinced she's standing steadily, I grab my hoodie and turn away from us to shake the sand off of it. Riley giggles behind me.

"Good luck. You're going to need to wash that."

Knowing she's right, I fold it over my shoulder and use my other free hand to slide my fingers between hers. Riley shoots me a look and holds up our entwined hands. "What are you doing, Reign?"

"For someone who just came harder than she's ever come in her life, how about you just say thank you, Reign, and let me walk you to your cabin."

She stops and turns, a mischievous little smile that I'm not sure I like tugs at her lips. "You think that's the hardest I've ever come in my life?"

I see red. I instantly want to hunt down and beat anyone else who may have touched her. What's the point of enacting the ban on her if some idiot snuck in? I lean down to her eye level and let her see the darkness in me. There's a curious glint in her dark orbs, as if she really wants to know what I'll say. So different than her usual defiance when she's not baiting me. I relax, but only a little.

"I would bet that since you came all over my face and chest and soaked my hoodie that yeah it was, babe. You can lie if you want to, but I know your tells." And just to drive my point home I grasp the back of her neck and pull her in for another hard kiss. She gasps in surprise and I waste no time sliding my tongue between her lips and letting her taste herself all over my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I kiss her dirty, possessively, her hands clutching my sides and I can feel the little daggers of her nails pushing into my flesh.

When I finally let her go, her chest is heaving, her eyes are dark, and her lips are puffy and red. She's stunned and can barely form words now. I decide I like her this way the best and take her hand again. We're both silent as we navigate the trail back to her cabin. Once we walk into the clearing, I notice all the lights are officially out in the girls' cabins and it's eerily quiet. I have no idea how long we were at the beach, but apparently past curfew. We reach her cabin and Riley pulls her hand from mine. I glare at her as she sticks out her tongue and runs up to the door, closing it behind her before I can protest. Scoffing, I make my way back to my own cabin.

My feelings and thoughts are all over the place. The only thing I am determined about is that I want Riley at my mercy again, only next time, I want my name being screamed from her lips. I'm not even sure if I could stop at just one or two more times. I get twitchy thinking about our time here slowly counting down and then we'll be back in the real world. At each other's throats, rivals, while our schools do their best to tear each other apart. Riley is a Pirate, at public school, and away from me every day. That thought bothers me, and I suddenly feel like an addict that can't go without her for days at a time. For the first time in years, I regret that she didn't get that scholarship. I need to figure something out. Just in case I can't let her go.