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  Surviving Faith

  By

  Joy Eileen

  Surviving Faith

  Copyright © 2015 Joy Eileen

  Published by Joy Barnett

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Dedication:

  To: My .Mom.

  Love You More

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  From the Author:

  Acknowledgements

  About the author

  Chapter 1

  Kill

  I knew Faith wasn't going to leave me for her piece of shit ex, Jason, but the panic gripping my throat didn't seem to echo that sentiment. My sweat-slicked hands pressed against my thighs to keep from reaching out to her. Adrenaline continued to pump its way into my muscles after walking into her room. I could see the panic in her eyes as she packed her things. When I wrapped my arms around her, his name on her lips hit me as if it physically manifested into a hammer, and I was sure it was a fatal blow.

  "This is it?" The harsh words burned as they flew out of my mouth, and I didn't miss her body flinch from their cruelty. Her bright red face drained of color leaving her whiter than her normal complexion. The freckles on her nose were now showcased by her pallor. My lack of trust seemed to hurt her just as much as it hurt me. I felt like my body was ripping in two.

  “Idiot. I'm not going back to him. I'm running from him, and fuck you and your lack of confidence, asshole.” She poked her finger into my chest as the retort exploded from her mouth.

  My body sagged with relief. Rational actions were something I was incapable of when around her. I wanted to have all the assurance in the world in Faith, but I felt undeserving of her love.

  “Why are you running?” Even though I felt I wasn't worthy, didn't mean I was going to let her go.

  “Because, dumbass, he had the restraining order revoked...” When her voice caught, red blurred my vision.

  “He did what?” The veins in my neck throbbed with fear. Every beat of my heart pulsed out, Don’t lose her, becoming its own personal mantra.

  “The restraining order-his dad had it removed, and all I could think about was getting as far away from him as possible,” she yelled, hiccupping at the end. When she mentioned leaving, she moved closer, so that our toes were now touching. That alone ebbed the red edging my sight. Relief cooled my anger.

  “So, what? You were just going to grab everything and run, without telling anyone?” Without telling me?

  “Yes, that was my plan, before you interrupted me.” Her face pinched as she tried to hold back the tears, making her jade eyes sparkle. My fear of her leaving abated, somewhat. Her actions told me she was almost as far gone as I was.

  “You can’t run away from him. If you do, you'll be running your whole life,” I reasoned. My hands were now fists, positioned at my sides so I wouldn't pull her toward me. We both needed to calm down before we touched. If I put my hands on her curvy body, my sanity would snap.

  “What am I supposed to do, Kill? Please, give me advice, since you seem to know everything.” Her question dried up the remaining tears glistening in her eyes as she squared her shoulders, her perfect breasts straining toward me.

  Her sarcasm slowly returned her to me. The stubborn attitude I loved about her was also the same thing I loathed. Until she was able to move beyond the damage Jason's abuse and her childhood abandonment had caused her, we would be locked in an uphill battle to establish trust.

  My figurative hiking boots were strapped on. I was going to have to scramble and claw my way into her heart inch by inch, and today’s climb looked to be a steep incline. She would accept the inevitable sooner or later; she just needed to get there. Patience was not one of my stronger virtues, so I would need to keep giving her not-so-subtle nudges.

  “Fight back. You don’t seem to have a problem doing that with me,” I answered, exasperated. I couldn't understand how someone who fought with me over every little thing could let others walk all over her.

  “That’s because I trust you,” she shouted.

  My mouth hung open as her statement slammed into me. She trusted me. I’d been waiting forever to hear those magical words, and she finally gave them to me.

  Before she could continue, I mashed my lips against hers. Vanilla and lavender assaulted my mouth. She threw her arms around my neck, holding on as if I were her lifeline. Her hungry reaction after her revelation was a shock to my system. She always had a way of catching me off guard.

  Her acceptance of my kiss had my cock springing to life. Reaching down, I grabbed onto her magnificent ass, hauling her up so she could wrap her athletic legs around my waist. I sucked on her bottom lip as my hard-on brushed against her center.

  The taste of my Faith exploded inside me as I plunged my tongue into her welcoming mouth. Hastily, I carried her toward the bed, and we tumbled onto the blankets, our mouths never parting, melded together by passion.

  She granted me temporary access, permitting me to bypass the wall she’d built around her heart. It wouldn't be permanent. She’d sustained far too much damage for one breakthrough to annihilate her insecurities, but it was a start. With one taste, the wait to have her in my arms had been worth it. As her soft body conformed to mine, one thing became clear-I’d be willing to wait a lifetime for the next one. I just hoped it wouldn't take that long.

  “Fuck, please, don’t make me stop," I growled as I kissed my way down her neck, sucking hard on her heated skin. Instead of answering, she pulled my head back, biting my bottom lip to hold it in place as her tongue lashed across it. I pushed my erection into her body, wanting to show her the effect she had on me.

  “I don’t care if a marching band parad
es through here; I need you." I placed the seam of my jeans against her heat, making her gasp at the contact. “You like that?” I rumbled, rocking into her again. When she shuddered beneath me, a thrill rushed through me. Her reaction was better than I imagined. And I had imagined it a lot.

  Her legs wrapped tighter around me. She recklessly clawed at my back, indicating her control had dissolved right along with mine. I kissed her greedily, willing her essence to flood me. My tongue slid in to explore, and she sucked on it with abandon.

  I pulled away. “Fuck, don’t do that. You already have me so close to the edge. I feel like I'm going to shoot off in my pants," I groaned.

  She giggled and rocked up into me.

  “That’s it,” I ground out between my teeth.

  A startled gasp escaped her lips as I took her nipple into my mouth through her t-shirt, and I damn near exploded. I'd never been so worked up before. She was in my blood, pumping through me, claiming me. Faith had consumed me.

  I nipped her perky nipple, her hips skyrocketing off the bed to smash into mine. I chuckled when she held the back of my head to keep me from leaving the gluttonous peak. “I can’t play favorites,” I explained, moving to give the other the same attention when she loosened her hold.

  Tasting her through her clothes wasn't enough. I needed her, and I needed her now. Taking it slow would have to wait until next time. At that moment, driving into her and making her mine was a necessity.

  “Do you have any condoms?” I panted as I pressed into her, pulling my favorite nipple back into my mouth.

  Her rigid body sagged. When I lifted my head, I watched the lust clouding her eyes evaporate.

  Shit. I didn’t know how I would be able to pull myself away from her if she changed her mind. As much as it would hurt, I would walk away and stay patient if she asked me to. My body ached at the thought.

  “What’s wrong? Did I push you too fast?” I went to climb off her, but she pulled me back. Her thighs clamped around me, securing me in place. I now knew what purgatory felt like as I remained locked between her shapely legs. We were both gasping for air, our passion still enveloping us. She shook her head, gesturing she was trying to gather her words.

  I tried to apologize, but she put her fingers to my lips, silencing me. I bit the pad of her finger, and she inhaled sharply, making my dick jump and my balls turn a new shade of blue.

  “We can’t have sex.” Her voice was filled with remorse as she collapsed against the mattress.

  Every awful scenario I could think of ran through my head. I tried to move again, but she kept her legs latched around me. I was trapped. I was exactly where I wanted to be, but was denied entrance.

  “Once a month, I have an affair with Mr. Tampon. It lasts about a week, and it started today.” Her face colored with embarrassment.

  Fuck. My dick throbbed in protest. I wasn't going to last a minute when we finally got past all the obstacles in our way. Her evasive description made me smile, helping ease the raging monster in my pants. She was opening up to me, and I wasn't going to ruin it by being an asshole. I dropped my forehead to hers, her eyes joining into one green orb in the center of her eyebrows.

  “Of course you would be on your period. I think fate is working against us.” I rolled away, afraid I was crushing her, bringing her with me so we wouldn't be separated.

  When she settled her luscious body next to mine, panic overtook her face. “Where are the boys? Do you think they heard us?” She glanced around her room, searching with her eyes as if they might jump out and yell, “Surprise!”

  If it hadn’t been for her period, I would've had her screaming my name in seconds. I didn't care who the fuck heard her. She was mine, and people needed to know. Slow down, I reminded myself. Faith was skittish and she needed to acclimate herself to our relationship.

  “Jet, Amy, Van, and Jessie went to see a movie, and D had a business meeting. Don’t worry; no one heard you screaming my name in ecstasy.”

  “I didn’t scream your name yet." The husky tone of her voice shot straight to my erection when she added the word, yet.

  “No? Well then, I'll have to try harder.” My dick was back to full staff, encouraged by her desire drenched words.

  I hitched one of her legs across my thighs when I noticed her rubbing them together. If I was going to be stuck with a major case of blue balls, she was going to suffer too.

  “You're evil,” she pouted.

  “Sorry, Slick. I've had a hard-on since the moment I saw you. You're not getting off that easy."

  She laughed at my word choice. “Really?” she asked curiously, propping up on her elbow, one perfectly-arched eyebrow raised. Her eyes roamed over my face like she was searching for some unknown answer.

  “Huh?” I was having a hard time following the conversation with her plump lips so close to mine.

  “Do I turn you on?” she asked, looking away.

  Seriously? Did she not realize how hung up on her I was? I grabbed her chin so she couldn't avoid me when I answered.

  “Yes, you turn me on all the time. I'm afraid the band will think I have a thing for them since I seem to be walking around with a hard dick all day.”

  She giggled, and I cursed her period.

  “How about you; do I turn you on?” I didn't release her chin, wondering how much she was willing to admit.

  "You do,” she answered. Sincerity weaved into those two simple words as she locked her eyes with mine. I couldn't stop the cocky smirk from forming.

  I rolled over and kissed her lightly, trying to convey how much she meant to me. She wasn't ready to hear it, so I would show her with my actions. She moaned into my mouth, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. The wet heat of her mouth accepted me willingly as she ran her tongue over mine, tangling them together. She tasted sweet, and I couldn't get enough.

  Her body was supple beneath mine. The muscular planes of her abdomen were taut, and with every pleasurable moment I drew from her, they quivered with desire.

  This kiss was more exploratory than the passion-filled one of before. A tentative coupling. Claiming each other's pleasure when we found a certain spot. When she bit my bottom lip, the gentle study of her mouth was thrown out the window. I wanted to take it slow, but she undid my resolve.

  Our kiss became more intense, as she yanked at the bottom of my shirt, crying out in victory when she touched bare skin. She ran her fingers over my back, before latching onto my shoulders. I crashed into her, pressing against her luscious body, both of us grinding into each other showing how desperate we were.

  Her nipples dug into my chest, begging for attention. I reached under her shirt, and pinched the heated tips between my fingers. She bucked under me and kissed me with abandon as a moan tore out of her. I held my breath as her hands traveled down my spine, finally reaching the waistband of my jeans.

  When she hesitated, the realization struck me that we weren't going to get much further. I dropped my forehead to hers and cursed the piece of cotton residing in the one place on earth I craved. My erection dug between her thighs, and I gritted my teeth together in an attempt to get myself under control.

  “This week's going to be fucking torture.”

  My eyes snapped open when she laughed. Yeah, I was definitely going to make her pay.

  “You think this is funny?” I asked, stroking my hands up her sides, stopping when I reached her ribs. She tensed as if she guessed my intention.

  “No, please don’t!” she let out a breathless plea.

  “I'm going to make this torture for you too. You're going to feel my pain,” I whispered.

  Instead of tickling her, I ran my hands under her breasts, stroking them lightly through her bra. Fuck, I had to be careful. I was trying to make her crazy from lust, but I was doing a fucking good job of getting myself worked up. I leaned down and bit at one of her peaks, unable to stop myself.

  I moved to the other nipple, eliciting a gasp as I sucked it into my mouth. When she latche
d onto my hair and arched into me, it was more than I could take. My balls were tight, and at any moment I was going to make a mess in my jeans. Wanting to keep some of my pride, I moved so that I was no longer on top of her.

  I grabbed the remote and started channel surfing after propping myself against the headboard. My dick was so hard it hurt, but I needed to get a handle on myself if I was going to make it through the week. The game of torture had begun. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Faith broke from the sexual haze.

  “You're an ass,” she grumbled.

  Her lips were swollen from our kisses, and when she popped her bottom lip out to pout, I gripped the remote tighter so I wouldn't go in for another round. God, she was fucking adorable.

  She wrapped her arms around herself, pushing her tits up higher. Shit, I wasn't going to make it a week. I tried to pull her to me, but she wouldn't budge.

  “Ahh, come on, Slick, don’t be mad at me. I just wanted you to get a taste of what I'm going through.” I shot her an innocent look.

  Her stony expression crumbled, replaced by a real smile—not the fake one she threw around when she was hiding her feelings. She shook her head and snuggled against my side, resting her head on my chest. She was mine. I just had to wait for her to admit it.

  “See, isn’t that better?”

  I pulled her closer as my desire to plunge into her wet heat calmed. At least, it did until she took my nipple firmly in her teeth and sucked on it. My body jumped from the electric current she inspired. My cock was going to have a permanent zipper indent if she kept this up.

  “It's war. You know that, right?” I told her through clenched teeth.

  When she released my nipple and settled into me, I had to start the calming process all over again. I needed to get my mind off my raging hard-on. I asked the one thing that would keep me from rolling on top of her and dry humping her like a horny dog.

  “So, what happened today?”

  After a deep breath, Faith burrowed into my chest as she told me about her encounter with Jason.