Page 52 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew yaaaa
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Halleluuuujaaah
Haaaalleluuujah, Haaaalleluuujah,
Haaaalleluuujah, Haaaalleluuujah,
Haaaalleluuujah, Haaaalleluuuuuujaaaah,
As she really lets her voice go, and shows everyone what she’s made of, we all know in this moment we’re experiencing a voice we will never forget and no other will ever measure up. Her head falls back and I watch pain wash over her face from her memories. It’s a pain that strikes me deep, and pulls my chest so fucking tight I can’t take in a breath. Tears begin streaming down her cheeks, but not once does she allow the beauty of her voice to crack or falter.
I chance a look at the crowd and see everyone completely awestruck. Almost every girl in the place has tears streaming down their faces as they witness the pain this beautiful woman has inside of her.
I make eye contact with Jaxson and Sawyer, and their expressions display exactly what I’m feeling. Julia and Grace both have their arms around their necks, and, like every other chick, have tears falling down their cheeks.
After Faith finishes the song, there is complete silence throughout the whole bar for a long moment before everyone gives her a standing ovation. She brings her head forward and looks out across the crowd, but never makes eye contact with anyone. She wipes her tears and pastes a small smile on her face before waving a thank you at everyone. She leans over and whispers something to the guy before standing and quickly escaping to the bathroom.
Both Katelyn and I stand up at the same time to follow her, but thankfully Julia grabs her hand. “Let him go to her, Katelyn.” I don’t wait to hear her response. I start making my way through the massive crowd, not caring that I’m knocking into people. All I care about is getting to her.
As I come up to the girls’ bathroom I don’t hesitate and walk in. Faith is standing at the sink with her arms braced on the counter and her head down. When I notice no one else is in here, I lock the door behind me so we don’t get interrupted.
When she hears the lock click in place, she quickly starts wiping her face and pretends to fix herself in the mirror. She turns to leave and comes to an abrupt halt when she sees me against the door. It takes her a minute to find her voice. “What are you doing in here?”
“I needed to see you,” I tell her truthfully. Her breath hitches as I watch her try to hold in her pain. Not being able to stay away a second longer, I walk up to her and cup either side of her sad, delicate face. Then, leaning down, I trail my lips across her wet cheek, tasting the saltiness of her tears until my mouth reaches her ear. “Talk to me, Red.”
She clutches my shirt in her fists and buries her face in my chest and finally lets go. “I miss him so much and I just can’t let him go. I’ve been able to work past so many things that happened there, but I don’t think I will ever be able to get over what happened to him.”
Her agonizing sobs have my throat feeling like I swallowed razors blades. I pull her in close and hold her, not knowing what to say, wishing there was something I could do to make it better. But I know there isn’t.
“It shouldn’t have happened, Cade. He shouldn’t have died because of me.”
My blood quickly heats at the guilt in her voice. I step back to look at her but she keeps her face in my chest. “Look at me, Faith.” When she doesn’t, I cup her face again and bring her pained gaze to mine. “He didn’t die because of you. He died because of his piece of shit father! None of it should have happened, the kid shouldn’t have been born to the fucker, and you shouldn’t have been taken… all of it. None of it should have fucking happened. But that’s the kind of world we live in, baby. It fucking sucks, I know, but you cannot blame yourself.”
As she stares up at me with her haunted emerald eyes, I can’t hold back any longer. Leaning down, I slowly and softly press my lips to hers, not wanting to push it after what happened last time. She gasps and I’m not sure if it’s a good one or a bad one, so I’m just about to pull away when her fingers spear into my hair under my beanie and she attacks my mouth with a desperation I feel.
Groaning, I bend down and hoist her up, her ankles quickly locking behind my back. I pin her against the door and try like hell to go slow, but she isn’t taking anything slow. My cock hardens painfully at every hot stroke of her tongue. Her taste explodes in my mouth and rushes through my system like a fucking drug. Mix that in with her beautiful scent and it’s goddamn addicting. Her scent reminds me of a rainforest. Fresh, yet a hint of something sweet, just like the woman herself.
She becomes more frantic against me, and it’s getting really fucking hard to hold back. When she nips my lip sharply, I no longer resist. With a growl, I fuck her mouth like I want her body, and when she starts grinding herself against my stomach, I slip my hands under her dress and cup her small, perfect ass to bring her closer. She wiggles down just a bit until she’s against my dick. I groan from feeling the heat of her pussy through my jeans, and if she keeps up, I’m going to fucking come in my pants. I notice her breathing start to change and know she’s close to coming already, but before she can there’s a sudden pounding on the door.
