Ruthless knight

Sawyer

“It was just a fight, I’m sure it will all blow over soon.” 

I’m currently laying in Cole’s arms, sobbing like a baby in his bed. 

“Dylan and I never fight.” 

Her words. The way she looked at me like I was lower than dirt…it hurt like hell.

I just don’t understand why she—why no one—can be happy for me.

“She’s just worried about you,” he whispers.

“Why? I lost weight, Cole. I didn’t join a prostitution ring or a gang.”

He looks down at me. “It’s just...you’ve been a little on edge recently. Defensive.” 

“Because everyone is on my case about my body.” 

And then it happens…the tears fall faster and faster. So fast I can barely breathe. 

I’m not just losing weight anymore. I’m losing everyone I love. 

And I don’t understand why. Why is such a positive thing becoming negative? 

Why does everyone hate me?

Why am I so angry all the time?

Why am I never good enough?

Cole rocks me in his arms. “Relax. Everything will be okay.” 

“What if it’s not?”

What if Dylan and Oakley hate me forever?

What if Oakley was right about me having a problem?

I shake my head. No. It’s Adderall.

A medication prescribed to people all over the world. 

And with the exception of Cole, it’s the best thing to ever happen to me.

There’s only one small problem. It might be ruining my life. 

Because I can’t tell anyone about it. 

Because they won’t understand why I want to keep taking it. 

Because I’ll lose everyone. 

You’re losing them anyway—my mind taunts. 

Shifting, I wrap my arms around him. “Cole.” 

The worry in his eyes takes my breath away. “Yeah?”

“Please don’t ever leave me.” 

I feel so helpless and exposed, so unguarded.

He cups my cheek. “You have me. Always.” 

Needing more than words, I lift his shirt over his head. “Promise?” 

“Promise.”

His eyelids hood when I reach inside the waistband of his sweatpants. “Wh—”

“I want you.”  

Right now, I feel like he’s the only one in the whole wide world who cares about me and I need to be close to him. 

As close as I can get. 

Rolling me on my back, he pulls my panties down my legs. 

His head descends south, but I stop him. “No.” 

Spreading my thighs as far as they’ll go, I glance up at him. “Now.” 

His expression is a mixture of desire and turmoil as he lowers himself on top of me, rubbing the tip of his cock over my swollen pussy. 

“Sawyer.” 

It comes out like a plea as his hands slide under my ass and he propels himself inside me. 

I stretch to accommodate him…like my body was molded for his. 

He groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he pumps with greedy thrusts. “Fuck.” 

“I need you,” I whisper, my head and mind spiraling. 

I don’t feel normal lately and my life suddenly feels like it’s spi

His green eyes swirl with unrestrained hunger as he repeats what he said before. “You have me. Always.”

Raising my hips, I meet him thrust for thrust. 

I need him so bad…because it hurts so much. 

I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him. 

I need him because I love him so much…and he’s the only good thing I have left.