Page 53 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
Shit! Shit! Shit! With a disappointed groan I reluctantly pull back.
“No. Please don’t stop,” she begs with a whimper and tries pulling me back to her.
“Someone needs in, Red.”
“Huh?” When the pounding happens again, realization finally dawns on her. “Oh…”
Looking at her flushed face, swollen lips and glossy eyes that are now shining with lust rather than pain, I want nothing more than to say fuck the other person on the other end of the door. “What do you want, baby. Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” And I will. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give her right now if it helped ease her pain.
She looks at me for a moment then cups the side of my face. “I want you to take me home. I can’t be here right now and I want to only be with you.”
I don’t think twice about it. “Okay then, we’re going.”
“I guess I should probably say bye to the others and get my stuff.”
I can tell she really doesn’t want to do that but thinks it’s the polite thing to do, so I shake my head. “No. We will go out back and I’ll text Sawyer to tell Katelyn. She can bring your purse home with her, along with anything else you left there. You don’t need to see anyone right now, Red.”
“Okay,” she whispers with a nod.
Instead of putting her down, I unlock the door and walk out with her in my arms. She hides her face in my neck and I know it’s because she’s embarrassed. There’s a couple of really pissed off chicks but I give them a look, daring them to say anything. When they realize the girl in my arms is the same one who sang earlier, they don’t make rude remarks and get the fuck out of my way.
Thankfully, the back entrance leads right out to my truck because it’s pouring like a motherfucker. I quickly deposit Faith in the passenger seat then close the door. As I make my way over to my side, I try to push aside the niggle of doubt trying to worm its way in, telling me that I shouldn’t be doing this.
I know that whatever happens for the rest of tonight is going to change our relationship and there will be no going back. I just pray to fuck that no matter what happens we both come out unscathed.
*
Faith
I watch Cade get in and start the truck. He passes me his jacket that was left on the seat and I gladly take it. I blanket myself with it and bring it close to my face, loving the scent of it. He turns on the heat next and makes sure the vents are pointed at me. “Can you feel that?” I smile and give him a nod.
I still can’t believe he’s here, that he came for my birthday. And I’m so glad he did, because he is exactly who and what I needed after my awful nightmare of Aadil last night. My heart is still heavy, yet my body is alive and on fire from Cade’s touch. I don’t know what tonight holds for us, all I know is I need to be with him, just him. I need to feel safe and be with someone who understands my pain. And I know he does.
After he sends Sawyer a quick text, he puts the truck in gear and we head to my place. Things are silent for the first few minutes as I take in everything that happened tonight.
“Thank you for bringing me home. I feel guilty leaving everyone there. Especially since Katelyn planned it for my birthday. I didn’t intend for all that to happen.”
The last of my words trail off as a whisper, and Cade surprises me by reaching over and clasping my hand in a gentle grip. “They’re fine. You need to stop feeling guilty for so much shit, Red.”
Hmmm, wise words, ones he should take himself but I don’t say that. Instead I smile at him then link my fingers with his warm hand, loving the strength and peace I feel from it. Feeling tired, I lean my head against the window and listen to the heavy rhythm of the rain. We drive in comfortable silence, and once we hit the back road, getting closer to town, I feel the truck start to slow.
“What the fuck is someone doing walking on a back road late at night in a damn rain storm?”
Sitting up, I look out the windshield and it takes me a minute to see the person in the downpour. I have no idea how Cade was able to see them so quickly. He slows down a little more, making sure to be cautious of the person. I look out my window just as we come up to him and gasp, “Oh my god. Stop the truck!”
“What? Why?”
“Just stop the truck, please. I know him!” He does and I barely wait for him to come to a complete stop before I’m out and running.
“Jesus christ, Faith, get the fuck back here.”
I ignore his angry command and rush toward the boy I know is ahead of me. I don’t see him through the heavy rainfall until he’s almost right in front of me. “Christopher, are you all right? What are you doing out here?”
“Shit!” he curses and quickly looks away from me. He has no coat on and he’s sopping wet from head to toe. “I’m fine. I’m just going for a walk.” If I hadn’t already known something was wrong, I would by the tone in his voice, it’s scratchy and weak.
My stomach starts to twist when I notice he’s a little hunched and not standing straight. “What? What do you mean you’re going for a walk?”
Cade storms up to us now and he looks madder than hell at me. I ignore it for the time being and only focus on Christopher, who still refuses to look at me.
“Christopher, look at me.” When he doesn’t, I walk closer and grab his jaw. A sharp gasp escapes me when I see his face is nothing but a swollen, bloody mess. “Oh my god. What happened? Who did this to you?”
