If Jason got his hands on Faith, guilt wouldn't be a strong enough word. Without Faith, there would be no life for me. All meaning would cease to exist right along with my soul.
I rubbed her back, both of us silent. Suddenly, she jumped up and ran downstairs. Terror rushed through me as I ran after her. I caught up with her as she unlocked her trunk, and pulled out a gallon of chocolate milk.
My panic subsided. I shook my head at the relief on her face when she pressed her hand to the jug, testing to see if it was still cold. Only my Faith would be worried about liquid chocolate while her ex was lurking about. That girl had some screwed-up priorities. Or maybe it was because she was beginning to realize I would protect her, and she was safe.
While I helped her gather the rest of her groceries, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. When my head snapped to full attention the figure was gone.
“What is it?” Faith asked, as we made our way into the house.
“When was the last time you talked to Trent?” I tried to keep cool.
Trent, her ex-friend who’d confessed his undying love to Faith, tried to portray the innocent, boy-next-door facade behind his black-rimmed glasses. He didn't fool me. Faith didn't see him for who he really was. She’d gotten a taste of his true self when she’d turned him down after he confessed his love for her, but the second I saw him, I knew I needed to keep an eye on him.
The urge to run after him and confront him was strong. If it weren’t for the fact Faith had just let me grind on her like a dog in heat, I would have. I didn't want to leave her alone with her thoughts. Giving her time to think would be stupid. I knew her; she would convince herself what we had done was wrong, so it wasn't worth the risk. Besides, I wasn't sure it had been Trent, but the thought alone made me edgy.
“Uhm, the last time I saw him was when he came into the bar. He tried calling me a couple of times, but I haven’t answered the phone. Why?” she asked as we put the groceries away.
“I thought I saw him walking down the street.”
“Huh, he doesn’t even live around here. It was probably someone who looked like him,” she said, shrugging it off.
“Yeah,” I answered, pushing my worry aside.
The rest of the day, we employed war tactics, torturing one another when we found the opportunity. I took my chance when she bent down to reach into the refrigerator. I leaned over and sucked on the back of her neck. She moaned quietly as she braced herself against the door.
I felt pretty smug thinking she wouldn't be able to get her revenge now that everyone was home. She was patient though, and exacted her retribution when we were on the couch watching TV. She leaned over, pretending to get something, and brushed her hand across my half-hard dick. I had to readjust myself on the couch to hide my erection. She was going to kill me.
As I snuck into her room later that night, my body hummed with excitement. We didn't have all of our issues resolved, but with every touch, I hoped I was breaking down her defenses and burrowing into her heart.
When I pulled her to my side, I grabbed her chin and lifted her lips to mine. All the touching we'd been doing drove me crazy. I couldn't wait a second longer to taste her.
The kiss started off gentle. When she pushed her fingers into my hair, tugging at it, gentleness was thrown out the window. Growling, I bit her bottom lip sucking it into my mouth as I yanked her closer.
When my bare hands skimmed under her shirt, the torture I put her through must have finally gotten to her. She straddled me, fisted her hands in my hair and plunged her tongue into my mouth. Her little moans sent electric pulses through me, and with every nip, I was pushed closer to the edge. She drove me crazy as she shamelessly rubbed up and down on my boxer-covered cock.
I wrapped my arms around her and flipped us over. I needed to take control before the fragile thread of my sanity snapped. I pressed my dick into her heat wanting to be as close to heaven as I could.
Down her face, I rained light kisses until I reached her neck. I sucked on it, grazing my teeth over the sensitive area as she thrashed her head back and forth. She moaned loudly, and tensed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, bothered by her mood shift.
“The boys,” she answered.
“I can’t control myself when I'm with you, and any resolve was removed when I had my first taste of you. When your affair with Mr. Tampon's over, I'm going to drag you up here and do what I’ve been wanting to do since the moment I saw you.” I held back from telling her she was mine. It hurt to keep myself from claiming her even if it was with my words.
“Deal.”
My balls squeezed from her eager agreement. I moved off her and pulled her to my side. She needed to get used to the idea of us before taking it further. I’d been granted a week to bust a hole through her walled heart. Once I made a crack, I would work on obliterating it.
She was quiet as we lay in the dark. I could hear her chewing on her bottom lip, something she did when deep in thought.
“What are you thinking, Slick?” I asked, running my finger over her pebbled nipple, afraid she was going to push me back into friend territory again.
“That I'm sick of fighting this thing between us,” she admitted, throwing me for a loop.
“About fucking time,” I told her as my chest expanded with emotion. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her with all the passion she’d unlocked with her confession.
“Kill, you have to know this thing with Jason isn’t over. I'm sure he has something planned.”
Was she really trying to give me an out? What she didn't understand was I couldn't leave if I’d wanted to. I knew I didn't have her complete trust, but I refused to let her go, and I wouldn't let her get hurt. Jason would have to be dealt with. What she needed to realize was that together we were unstoppable.
“Faith, I've been with you from the moment I noticed your arms tucked in your shirt like a T-rex at Ray’s. I'm not going anywhere, and we'll take care of Jason when the time comes. Now that I have you, I'm not letting you go,” I said with utter sincerity.
She smiled, and I felt her body melt into mine, my words reassuring her. Knowing Faith though, she probably was about to argue and I was done fighting tonight. So I stopped any further discussion by settling on top of her and kissing her until she lost herself in the passion we’d both held onto for too long.
