Ruthless knight

Sawyer

The air buzzes with shock and excitement as the Knights score the wi

They did it. I jump up and down on the sidelines as exhilaration pumps through my system. 

I know how hard they’ve all worked for this and they deserve to soak up every second of this. 

“Shit,” Bianca mutters right before her and the rest of the cheerleaders race toward the field. 

I watch as she shimmies and shakes her little heart out, performing Casey’s moves even better than Casey does. 

I’m nervous when it’s time for the big flip, but just like everything else, she nails it. 

I’m so distracted, I almost miss the signal for me to join them. 

Holding onto Izzy’s big-ass head, I haul ass. 

Given it’s the last game, I give my notorious sprinkler move everything I’ve got. Working my hips and arching my back. 

The crowd loses their minds, chanting for Izzy and the rest of the Knights. 

Feeling bold and feeding off the energy, I start shaking my booty. 

Until I feel a pair of piercing green eyes watching me. 

His stare is so intense it steals the breath right from my lungs.

Without warning, he’s walking across the field like a man on a mission. His long strides eating up the distance between us in record time. 

And then he’s standing in front of me…closing in on me like an eclipse. 

My blood quickens and a stream of panic flows through me as he rips Izzy’s head off and throws it on the ground. 

The crowd of people surrounding us gasp. 

“Wh—”

I panic for a whole different reason when he cups my face in his hands and rasps, “Be my girlfriend.” 

Mind swirling, I sputter the first thing that comes to my mind. “Are you—is this a joke?”

“No. This is real.” The big hands framing my face tighten. “So fucking real.” 

My eyes water and my vision goes hazy.

There are so many reasons I should shoot him down.

So many reasons it won’t work out between us. 

So many reasons to turn around and run.  

But the organ pounding in my chest doesn’t care about any of them. 

It only cares about him. 

“Ye—”

I don’t get to finish that statement because he crushes his mouth against mine. 

It’s a kiss that robs me of air and sends everything spiraling.

A kiss that lays indisputable claim. 

A kiss filled with apologies for the past, a promise to do better in the future, and a vow to always fight for us. 

A kiss that changes everything.

His hands drift down to my waist, keeping me against him as he flicks his tongue against mine.

A shiver dances up my spine, and I open my mouth wider, teasing him right back. 

Threading his fingers through my hair, he smiles against my lips and utters a deep groan. 

“Um…hello? Are you two going to stand here and suck each other’s faces off the entire night?” Bianca calls out. “Some of us need a ride home.” 

We ignore her. 

We ignore everything around us. 

Because none of it matters. 

All that matters is what’s happening right now. 

Because it’s real.