Page 84 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
Wrapping her legs around my waist, she starts grinding against my dick and lets out the sexiest, fucking whimper. The sound of it has me wanting to throw her up against the wall and fuck her senseless like I’ve been dying to for the last two years. Knowing I’m close to doing exactly that, I reluctantly pull my mouth away and rest my forehead against hers while we both catch our breaths.
“No more being pissed at me, Red.”
She gives me a sassy smile, “Mmmm, I don’t know, Walker, if that’s what you’re going to do to me when I get mad, I may stay mad at you forever.”
“Baby, it doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, I’ll always want you.” I wait for regret to wash over me, for saying that out loud, but it doesn’t.
“Then maybe it’s time for you to take me.” She doesn’t need to elaborate more, I know exactly what she’s saying and so does my dick.
Before I can stop it, a low growl erupts from my throat. “I intend to, Red, very soon. Which brings me to the question I want to ask you.”
“What’s that?” she asks softly.
“You got plans Friday night?”
Her lips lift in a knowing smile. “Not yet, why?”
I clear my throat, suddenly feeling nervous for some stupid fucking reason. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out. Maybe we can see if someone could watch Ruthie for the night?” I don’t want to rush what I have in mind with her.
“You asking me out on a date, Walker?” She giggles at my blank expression.
“What if I am?”
“Hmmm,” she muses, biting her bottom lip, which makes my cock jerk in my pants. “I thought you didn’t date?”
I sit her down on the table and brace my arms on either side of her. Her smile dies as I lean in closer, putting myself in her personal space. “You should know by now, Red, that those rules don’t apply to you. So are you going to quit fucking with me and say yes or am I going to need to convince you?” I start trailing my hand up the inside of her thigh, praying she will say she wants to be convinced.
Just as she’s about to respond, Ruthie comes rushing back in, making me swiftly remove my hand. “Otay, all cweaned up. What’s fwor suppa?”
I close my eyes and want to fucking weep. I like the kid, but she has the worst fucking timing.
Faith chuckles at my disappointment, but before I can back away she grabs my shirt in her fist and graces me with her perfect smile, “You never need to convince me, Walker. I’d follow you anywhere you asked me to.”
Her words stun me in place and cause that funny shift in my chest again. She doesn’t give me a chance to respond. Giving me a quick, hard kiss she hops down from the table, as if she didn’t just tilt my world on its axis.
She picks up Ruthie and gives her a big kiss on the cheek. “How about we all go out for pizza tonight?”
“Yay!”
“Is that okay with you, Christopher?” Faith asks as he comes walking into the kitchen.
He nods then starts shifting uncomfortably. “Yeah, but, uh before we go I need to tell you something.” He glances over at me and I give him a nod in encouragement.
Faith watches the exchange and her expression becomes apprehensive. She puts Ruthie down and gives him her sole focus. “Okay. What is it?”
He clears his throat and it takes him a minute to find his courage. Jesus, the kid is more nervous than I thought.
“It was my birthday two days ago.”
Faith’s eyes flare in surprise before they darken with guilt. “Oh, Christopher, I am so sorry,” she rushes over and gives him a hug, “I didn’t know. I wish you would have told me.”
He pats her back awkwardly. “It’s not a big deal. It’s something we haven’t celebrated for a long time.”
This makes her step back. “What? What do you mean?”
Before Christopher can reply, Ruthie does. “Dad doesn’t wet us cewebwate his bwirfday.” Walking over, she wraps her arms around her brother’s waist and looks up at him sadly. “I’m sowwy I fowgot, Twistiphwor. I’ve had awot on my mind wately.”
“It’s okay, Ruthie. You know how I am about it. I don’t care.”
I doubt that.
Anger darkens Faith’s expression and I watch her take a deep breath before she speaks, “Well that stops now. We are going to have a big celebration and…”
“No! Look, Faith, I don’t want a big deal to be made out of it. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry, but I just… I really don’t like that kind of thing.”
I can tell she wants to argue but knows it’s pointless. She sighs sadly, “Okay, well, will you at least let me have a supper for you with family and friends? Please? Just something simple, I promise.”
The kid still isn’t keen on the idea but he gives in, not being able to say no to her. It’s another thing we have in common.
“I’ll plan it for not this weekend but the following weekend.”
He nods then shifts nervously again, “Uh, I have something else I need to tell you.”
“Okay,” she replies slowly, bracing herself for bad news.
“Alissa asked me to the school dance and I said yes, but…”
“Eeeeeekkkkk!” she squeals and starts jumping up and down like a lunatic, reefing on the poor kid’s shirt.
Ruthie jumps out of the way, giggling, then comes over to me. I pick her up and we both watch on with amusement.
“Oh my gosh, Christopher, that is so exciting! I told you she liked you. Okay, we will go get you a new outfit. I know Katelyn would love to come and give her…”
“Whoa, stop!” He grabs her shoulders. “I don’t know if I’m going to go.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because I’m not much in to dances and… well because I can’t. I don’t know how.”
She waves away his concern, “Oh don’t worry about that. I will show you. It’s really easy, I promise.”
