Ruthless knight

Sawyer

A husky moan fills the room. “Fuck. That’s it, Bible Thumper. Right there.” 

Holding back a laugh, I continue pressing my fingers into his muscles, working out the knot in his back. 

His team wanted him to go to Christian’s to celebrate their victory tonight, but Cole told them he had other plans. 

Evidently those plans involved coming back to his house. 

With me. 

Not that I’m complaining. 

There are far worse ways to spend your night than in bed touching a shirtless Cole. 

My boyfriend. 

Holy shit. 

“That feels so fucking good,” Cole rasps low and deep. “Marry me.” 

That zaps me out of my trance. 

“You’re getting a little ahead of yourself there, buster,” I joke. “We just started dating.” 

I look around his room. I expected it to be extravagant and posh like the rest of his house, but aside from the giant flat screen T.V. and a California king bed…it’s completely swathed in football memorabilia. 

There aren’t any pictures or personal touches. 

 “What are you going to do about your car?”

“Nothing. It’s Cortland’s.”

“You’re not going to try to get it back?”

It’s a million-dollar car for crying out loud. 

If I ever told my dad he gave it up, I’m pretty sure he’d actually shed a few tears. 

Hell, he might even forbid me to date Cole due to his stupidity. 

“Nah. I got something much better in return.” 

His words are almost as sweet as the gesture itself, but seriously. This is a big freaking deal. 

“Won’t your dad be upset?”

At that, he tenses. “Yup, he’ll be pissed.” 

There has to be a legal loophole somewhere. I’m about to tell him so, but then he says, “It is what it is. My mom put aside some trusts for her children with the money she made from her films. I won’t get mine until after I graduate high school. It isn’t millions or anything, but I’ll be able to buy a new car with it.” 

Graduation is still over five months away. “What will you do until then?”

Angling his head, he waggles his eyebrows. “Beg my very sexy and very generous girlfriend for rides.” 

I sigh dramatically. “Fine. But it’s go

“That so?”

There’s a seductive edge to his voice that does all sorts of things to me. 

Before I can respond, he flips over on the bed and grabs my hips, pulling me on top of him. 

He licks his bottom lip suggestively. “What’s it go

I swallow hard as I straddle him. Usually I’m quick on my feet, but he’s turned my mind into mush. 

“I—what do you want?” I ask, but then I remember it’s supposed to be me telling him what I want. “I mean—”

Nerves catch my throat when the hand on my hip moves to my ass. 

Given I’m his girlfriend now, will he expect me to have sex with him? 

Because I’m not sure…actually I am. 

I am positive that I’m not ready to entertain going there with him yet.

Not only because of my faith, but…we’re still so new.

And while I don’t doubt that Cole has feelings for me, I want my first time to be with someone who loves me. 

“Is this okay?” Cole questions as his hand moves to my thigh. 

I give him a nod. “Do you…” I clear my throat and try again. “I mean, you know I’m not read—”

“Relax,” he says. “I know where the line is.” He circles my i

The pressure in my chest eases up. “I’m not trying to be a prude—”

Words die in my throat when his thumb brushes over my sex through my leggings. “Trust me, after what happened in that locker room, the last thing I’d call you is a prude.” 

I give him a coy smile. “Still thinking about that, huh?”

He raises his hips, letting me know just how long and hard he’s been thinking about it. “You tell me.” 

Sliding back, I stare at the impressive bulge outlined by his gray sweatpants. “I think I’m go

His eyes darken as he stretches his arm out, cupping my pussy through the thin fabric. “You sure about that? Because it feels like I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about it.” 

He’s not wrong. God, these little games of ours always manage to get me fired up. 

Playing along, I crinkle my nose. “Who, me? Nah.” 

Liar, liar. 

Groaning, he rolls us over so he’s now on top of me. “You have no idea how much I’m going to love proving you wrong.” 

My eyes flutter closed as his mouth finds my neck. Before him, I didn’t even know it was a hot spot of mine. 

“You’re go

I pout when he rolls off me. “Hey.”

Propping himself up on one elbow, he smirks. “I enjoy looking at you.” 

A big part of me wants to ask why when I look the way I do, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. 

Especially when he slides his palm over my breast. “Fucking perfect.” I hiss when he tweaks my nipple. “I love how sensitive your tits are.” 

I feed his words right back to him. “That so?” 

 “Oh, yeah.” His Adam’s apple bobs as the hand on my breast slides lower. “I also love how sensitive you are right—” I whimper when he presses the pad of his thumb to my clit. “Here.” 

Goosebumps graze my arms and when I look down, I notice my nipples puckering through my shirt. 

So does he. 

Biting his lip, he traces the shape of me with the tip of his finger. “You like it when I tease your pretty pussy, huh?” 

I fight back a shiver because what he’s doing lights all my nerve endings on fire. 

“Not even a little,” I say sardonically. “Feels terrible.”

“That’s a shame,” he drawls, inching his way down the bed. 

The look in his eye is downright predatorial. 

“Why?”

He wrenches my thighs apart. “Because then you definitely won’t like this.” 

Before I can blink, his mouth is on my pussy. 

My hips jerk when he nibbles and sucks, toying with me. I so badly want to yell at him to rip the stupid leggings off, but then I’ll lose this little game of his. 

“Feels so bad,” I moan. “So fucking bad.” 

He chuckles, his hot breath sending another round of shivers up my spine. 

“Oh, God.” 

“Most people just call me Cole,” he murmurs. 

“Dick—”

His teeth scrape along my slit and I arch my back. “Is hard as a fucking rock right now, thanks to you.” 

“Oh, well, I definitely don’t want to play with it,” I joke. And because I want to drive him crazy too, I add, “Or kiss it.” 

He groans. “This is my game, remember?” He nips my pelvic bone. “Not yours.” He licks the already wet fabric. “So be a good little Bible Thumper while I play with my pussy.”

“Um...I think you mean my pussy. Thank you very much.” 

Smirking, he looks up at me. “Not anymore, it’s not.” 

“Oh, so I guess that means your cock just became mine.” 

“It’s yours whenever you want it,” he deadpans. “Just say the word.” 

If that’s the case, I’ll happily take this trade. 

I pretend to think. “Hmm. How about now?” 

He shakes his head. “Can’t.” 

“But you just—”

He peppers kisses between my legs. “The game isn’t over yet.” He nuzzles the fabric with his nose. “But these are soaked now, so we should probably take them off.”