Fighting Faith

Fighting Faith by Brandie Buckwine Read Free Book Online

Book: Fighting Faith by Brandie Buckwine Read Free Book Online
Authors: Brandie Buckwine
bed was made and empty. Faith removed her clothes and slipped under the sheets. Then, she waited as her heart threatened to break free of her chest.
    It was over an hour before headlights lit up the room and she heard a car door close. And then another. Shit, he's got someone with him! This was not a contingency she planned for. She listened close and heard a woman's laughter. The urge to grab her clothes and flee the scene came too late; she heard the doorknob turning. I guess it's all or nothing. Here goes—
    She came up to her knees and perched with the sheet tightly clasped over her breasts, straddling it between her legs. Eric held the door open while the woman entered, and as he closed it behind them, he flipped on the lights. The woman at his side gasped in surprise.
    Faith was no longer frightened; the woman looked like someone Eric picked up along the roadside. She wore platinum hair extensions over her own, obviously dyed-blond hair, and leopard print pants with a gold belt and matching shoes. The make-up on her face threatened to crack when her jaw dropped. Eric stood beside her in wide-eyed shock.
    "Who the hell is that?" the woman demanded.
    Faith didn't wait for Eric to reply. Instead, she plastered her own look of rage on her face and exclaimed, "His wife!"
    Eric shook his head in disbelief, as though trying to make sure what he was seeing was real.
    "Here I thought I'd come home early and surprise you for our anniversary, but you come home dragging this slut behind?"
    "I…I wasn't expecting you…honey." Eric tried to hide the grin spreading across his face, eager, it seemed, to play along. "I mean, I'm sorry, Babe. I remembered our anniversary and thought you might come back early, so I brought along Sally here for you. I know you love threesomes," he tried.

    "Oh, fuck that! I'm outta here— you bastard!" Sally turned and wrestled with the doorknob, her long nails scraping the door as she frantically tried to escape. Without a word, Eric opened the door for her and her heels clacked down the wooden steps of his porch.
    Faith’s fear returned as she waited for Eric's reaction.
    "So, what are you doing here, Faith?" he asked as he closed and locked the door.
    "What do you think? You said 'anytime.' Remember?" She took a deep breath and dropped the sheet as lightning cracked overhead and the room grew bright around them. Silently, she thanked the heavens for the well-timed effect.
    Eric approached the bed and licked his lips. "I did, but it was more a figure of speech.
    What makes you think I'd want to fuck you again?" He cocked his head to the side.
    Faith mustered her best, seductive smile. "Maybe, because you couldn't get Miss Fancy Pants out of here quick enough." She looked down, "Or maybe it's because your dick is about to burst through your jeans."
    He reached out to touch her, but she yanked the sheet back up to cover herself. "I can leave if you'd like."
    His head shook in reply as he pulled the sheet out of her hands. One hand slid around to squeeze her ass, the other hand cupped her breast as he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Like the lightning outside, bolts of pleasure coursed through her body, and her breath caught in her chest. He climbed onto the bed to meet her, turning to attend to her other breast.
    She pulled his shirt over his head as he slid his hand between her thighs, inching along her sensitive flesh, but stopping just short of her aching sex. A cry of disappointment escaped her lips when his upward journey ended.
    "Seems to me, you owe me," he said, his hot breath hitting her breast like an explosion with each syllable.
    Faith's eyes shot open to stare at him. "Huh?"
    "If I remember correctly," he removed his hand from the heat between her legs and circled around the back to squeeze her cheek again, "you're up three to my one." His tongue lazily circled her nipple as he looked up to meet her gaze.
    "Excuse me?"
    "How many times did I make you come last time?" He

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