Page 124 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
Christopher comes out of his shock when Alissa launches herself at him. He lifts her off her feet, hugging her back. Faith hasn’t moved or taken her eyes off me this entire time. I don’t even think she has blinked. Christopher tugs her hand and drags her behind him as they make their way through the crowd, everyone telling them how amazing they were as they walk by. As they make their way closer to me I can see the faded bruises that mark their faces, which has my hands clenching in fists and rage pumping through my body. I quickly relax, since I’m still holding the kid, and try to push it aside.
Katelyn and her mom immediately hug Christopher as they make it to our pew, then all the girls move in next. Faith stands beside him and doesn’t acknowledge anyone because she’s too busy staring at me.
“Y’all were fantastic,” Grace says in amazement. “Christopher, I knew you were gonna be good but I had no idea.”
“Thanks,” he mumbles awkwardly, but there’s no denying the proud smile on his face.
Once everyone makes their way out of the pew to stand in the aisle, I move down until I’m in front of Christopher and offer him my hand, “I’m impressed, kid. You were incredible and you should be really proud of yourself.”
He grins and shakes my hand. “Thanks. It’s good to see you. I’m glad you came.”
I relax quickly, and it wasn’t until this moment I realize how worried I was about his reaction. “Me too.”
I focus on Red now, and see her still watching me in utter shock, but her eyes are also glassy now with unshed tears.
“Go get ‘er, big guy,” the kid whispers in my ear. I look back at her and smirk before handing her over to Christopher.
“Hey, Red,” I greet softly as I step closer. Most people are still mingling and talking but I feel a few pairs of eyes on us. When she doesn’t respond, and continues to stare at me with wide eyes, I shift uncomfortably and clear my throat. “You’re staring.”
“You’re in a church,” she whispers, stating the obvious.
“I know, and the building didn’t even catch fire.”
If it’s possible, her eyes grow wider just before she busts out laughing. It’s a laugh that warms every cold place inside of me and one I’ve missed like crazy. But it quickly turns to pain when her sobs mix with it. I waste no time taking her in my arms and lifting her off her feet. She hugs me back tightly and buries her face in my neck, soaking it with her tears.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she chokes out softly.
I kiss the side of her head then drag my nose along her hair until my mouth is at her ear. “I missed you too, baby. I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“Where did you go?”
Before I answer, I look around to see many eyes on us and decide I don’t want to talk anymore. Not here. “Come with me somewhere.”
She leans back to look at me, and her wet, emotional eyes hit me like a punch to the throat. “Now?” she asks surprised.
“Yeah, now.”
She hesitates and looks over at the kids.
“Go, Faith,” Katelyn says, stepping in. “I got them. We will go grab lunch and meet up with you later.”
She looks back at me. “Okay, let’s go.”
I kiss her forehead before placing her back on her feet, then grab her hand and drag her behind me. I weave us in and out of people and don’t pay attention to anyone. I have only one goal, and that’s getting Red alone. We blow through the church’s wooden doors and I haul ass down the steps.
“Walker, slow down,” she laughs, “my legs aren’t as long as yours.”
I keep pace and don’t let up, not until we reach my truck. I turn back to see her smiling. Right when she’s about to say something, I cut her off by lifting her off her feet and slam her against my truck.
I swallow her gasp of surprise and groan at the sweet taste that floods my mouth. She threads her fingers in my hair and grips tightly, while her tongue matches my every desperate stroke. My cock pulses painfully, screaming to be inside of her, and when she grinds herself against it, I whimper like a fucking pussy.
Knowing I’m about to lose all self-control, I wrap my arm tighter around her waist and hold her against me until I get the door open. I don’t give her a chance to dispute what’s happening before tossing her in and slamming the door. I walk around the truck and hope like hell I can keep my dick in my pants long enough to get out what I need to.
*
Faith
After the door slams I sit stunned, and try to figure out what just happened. One minute I’m kissing the man I’ve been desperately aching for, then the next minute I’m tossed in his truck and have the door slammed in my face.
I’m still in shock that he’s finally back, and even more so that he was just in a church. I have been praying for this moment for the last two weeks. There is so much I want to say and so much I want to ask him, but right now none of it seems to matter. All that matters is feeling him and knowing that he’s really here, which is why, as soon as he opens the door and gets in, I launch myself at him. My knees straddle either side of his hips and I kiss him with desperation, showing him just how much I’ve missed him.
His deep growl resonates against my lips and everything falls away like it always does, leaving us to feel like we’re the only ones in the world. I grind down on his erection, his rough jeans sliding against the center of my wet panties, which has the dull ache between my legs reaching full intensity.
