Breaking Faith (The JackholeS Book 1)

by Joy Eileen

  “Hey, sleepy head,” I said, and because he looked so irresistible, I kissed him on the tip of his nose.

  “Hey, that's quite a battle cry you have going on there,” he said groggily. He pulled me down so I was laying on top of his chest.

  “Thanks, I worked really hard on it,” I said, breathing in his calming scent.

  “I see you are feeling better.”

  “Yep, I'm ready for practice,” I replied, pushing off of him, and helping him up.

  “Let’s do this.”

  After practicing my part, I was dismissed early with the instructions not to worry about dinner duty. Remembering I needed to renew my battle supplies, I figured this would be the best time to do it.

  The boys were busy with practice, and I didn’t want to bother them, so I text Kill to let him know I would be back shortly. Outside, I was relieved there wasn’t anything waiting for me on my car today.

  After stowing my newly acquired battle equipment in my car, I spotted a frozen yogurt shop at the end of the shopping center. It was a cool day, so I figured my chocolate milk would be ok while I went and got my yogurt fix.

  I walked by a small Mexican restaurant, when I heard someone call out my name. His voice penetrated my daze, and I froze on the sidewalk. The restaurant had an outdoor patio, and it was full because of the nicer weather we were having.

  Jason came toward me, and the only thing separating us was the low wrought iron fence surrounding the patio. My stomach churned as he stepped closer to me. My brain screamed for me to run, but I just stood there, unable to move.

  He had a fake, charming smile on his face, and I had to swallow the bile rising up in my throat. Clarity finally snapped me into place. He was approaching me in front of witnesses; this could be my chance to finally nail him.

  “Hey Babe, it's been a while. How have you been?” he asked when he reached me.

  I needed to play this cool, so I could get the police on my side this time. “Jason, we can’t be near each other. I have a restraining order on you,” I said, wanting everyone to hear he was violating it in front of them.

  He had the audacity to laugh like I had just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard. My stomach dropped to my feet from the evil smirk on his face.

  “Faith, that was a misunderstanding. My dad explained everything to the police and had it dropped weeks ago. I love you. You'll always be mine. I have to go out of state for awhile.” His eyes went hard when he mentioned his trip. "We'll talk when I get back. I forgive you."

  My hands went limp, my yogurt dropped to the ground, splattering my legs with sticky coolness, but I didn’t care. I had nothing to protect me anymore. Jason was able to take away my sense of security in seconds.

  “Are you ok?” Jason asked, reaching for me.

  His movement snapped me out of my shocked state, and I turned around and ran to my car. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, but miraculously kept up until I slid into my car.

  Jason called after me, but not for one second did I consider stopping. My ears buzzed, and I tried my hardest not to pass out.

  On my way home, I became more frantic. I couldn't think of any other solution except to leave immediately, and get as many miles in between me and Jason as possible. I almost convinced myself to keep driving, and leave everything, but somehow I ended up in front of the house.

  Jumping out of my car I ran inside. I didn't stop running until I was at my closet pulling everything off the hangers and throwing it on the floor so I could stuff it in bags.

  I didn’t hear Kill come in; the buzzing in my ears drowned out all noise except the panic running through me. Kill tried to get my attention, and when I didn’t respond, he grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms to my side.

  I screamed, picturing Jason behind me, finally able to finish the job. I struggled, whispering Jason's name, unable to make noise around the lump lodged in my throat. Kill removed his arms immediately and stepped away from me like I had burned him.

  I turned around, ready to fight for my life. When I saw Kill standing in front of me, all the fight left me, and I sagged to the ground. He stepped toward me seething; his chest was rising and falling quickly, and his jaw twitched.

  “So this is it? I knew you would go back to him,” he sneered, running his hands through his hair, not taking his disgust-filled eyes off me.

  The End.

  SNEAK PEEK

  Faith and Kill's journey is just beginning. Please know, not only do I believe in happily ever afters, so do my characters. As an apology for the sudden cut off, here's the first chapter to the next installment of The JackholeS series.

  Surviving Faith

  Kill

  I knew Faith wasn't going to leave me for Jason, but the panic running through me refused to let me think straight.

  "This is it?" My words were harsh when they flew out of my mouth, and I didn't miss when she flinched from my cruelty, her bright red face draining of color. My lack of support hurt her, just as much as it hurt me. I felt like my body was ripping in two.

  “You're an idiot. I'm not going back to him, I'm running from him, and fuck you for the vote of confidence you have in me, asshole!” She dug her finger into my chest.

  Her words were the final blow and my body sagged with relief. I couldn't act rationally when I was around her. I had all the confidence in the world in her. It was me who wasn't strong enough to handle her getting hurt. She'd been through too much to run back to her controlling abusive ex.

  We both didn't deserve her.

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

  “Because, asshole, he had the restraining order revoked....” Her voice caught and my vision blurred with red. I was expecting a show down with her ex soon enough. I was relying on the restraining order to give me some time to think of a plan.

  “He did what?” I felt the veins in my neck throb. I promised to protect her, and wasn't going to lose her.

  “The restraining order... His dad had it removed, and all I could think when I found out was getting as far away from him as possible!” I'm not sure she noticed, but when she mentioned leaving, she stepped closer, until our toes touched.

  “So what, you were just going to grab everything and run? Not tell anyone?” Not tell me?

  “Yes, that was my plan before you interrupted me.” She was still close. My fear of her leaving abated. Her actions showed me she was almost as far gone as I was.

  “You aren’t running away from him. If you do, you'll be doing it your whole life.” I clenched my fists to my side, so I wouldn't pull her toward me. We both needed to calm down before we touched.

  “What am I supposed to do, Kill? Please, give me advice, since you seem to know everything.”

  “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 everything laid down and let others walk over her.

  “That’s because I trust you!”

  I opened my mouth, but what she just screamed in my face registered before I could get a word out. She trusted me. I'd been waiting months for those magical words, and I finally got them.

  Before she could continue her rant, I roughly mashed my lips to hers. She threw her arms around my neck, holding on for dear life. Not expecting her to submit so easily, I groaned at her reaction. Reaching down, I grabbed on to her magnificent ass, hauling her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth as my raging erection brushed against her center.

  The taste of my Faith exploded into me when I plunged my tongue into her mouth. I carried her toward the bed, and we tumbled onto the blankets, our mouths never parting, melded together in the passion we were finally giving into.

  “Fuck, please don’t make me stop," I hissed as I made my way down her neck, sucking hard on her sensitive skin. Instead of answering, she pulled my head back and bit my bottom lip. I pu
shed into her, wanting her to know what she did to me.

  “I don’t care if a high school band marches through here, I need you," I told her. I refused to be denied this time. The cat and mouse game we'd been playing since we met was over. I wasn't sure who caught who, but I was done keeping my distance. I placed the seam of my jeans into her heat, making her gasp at the contact.

  “You like that?” I growled, rocking into her again, making her shudder.

  Her legs wrapped tighter around me. She was close to losing control, frantically clawing at my back to get more friction. I came back to her mouth, needing another taste, letting my tongue slide in to explore. She sucked on it with need.

  “Fuck, don’t do that. You already have me so close to the edge. You're going to make me embarrass myself." She giggled and rocked up into me with her lush curves. I have never had a girl giggle while I was on top of her. “That’s it.”

  Faith let out a startled breath when I took her nipple in my mouth through her t-shirt, making me almost explode in my pants. The moment I first saw her I wanted her. Now that I've had her, she was in my blood, pumping through my heart and claiming me completely.

  I nipped her perky nipple and her hips skyrocketed off the bed, making me chuckle when she held onto my head to keep me from leaving the greedy peak. “I can’t have one jealous of the other,” I explained, moving to her other nipple, giving it the same attention.

  Tasting her through her clothes was not enough. I needed her, and I needed her now. I would take it slow the next time, but at this moment I needed to drive into her, making her mine.

  “Do you have any condoms?” I asked as I ground into her.

  I felt some of her desire evaporate. Shit, I don't know how I would be able to pull myself off her if she denied me. I wouldn't force myself on her, and as much as it would hurt, I would walk away and stay patient. My dick wept at the thought of not being able to thrust into her.

  “What’s wrong? Did I push you too fast?” I went to move off her, but she pulled me back. God, she felt like heaven. We were breathing heavily, and she shook her head as she tried to find her voice.

  I tried to apologize, but she put her finger to my lips. As I bit the pad of her finger, she inhaled sharply, making my dick jump in my pants

  “We can’t have sex,” she finally said. Every awful scenario I could think of ran through my head. I went to move again, but she latched her legs around me. I was losing control quickly, and having her so close was making it hard to think. “Once a month, I have an affair with Mr. Tampon. It lasts about a week, and it started today.”

  I laughed at her description, while my body cried. Fuck. There was no way I was going to last a minute when we finally got past all the obstacles in our way. She was opening up to me, and I wasn't going to ruin it. Dropping my forehead to hers, we stared at each other.

  “Of course you would be on your period. I think the world's against us.” I rolled off her, afraid I was crushing her, but bringing her with me so we wouldn't be separated.

  “Where are the guys?” she asked. Alarm covered her face when she thought about how loud she'd been. If it wasn't for her period, I would have had her screaming my name in seconds; I didn't care who the fuck heard her. She was mine, and people needed to know. Especially, her douche box ex-boyfriend.

  I reminded myself to keep it slow. Faith was skittish and she needed to acclimate herself to our relationship slowly. “Jet, Amy, Van, and Jessie went to see a movie, and D had a business meeting. Don’t worry, nobody heard you screaming my name in ecstasy.”

  “I did not scream your name... yet." Her voice was husky with desire and it shot straight to my dick. Adding the 'yet' at the end showed me just how perfect she was for me.

  “No? Well, then, I'll have to try harder,” I told her, hitching one of her legs across my thighs. I noticed her rubbing them together and I knew exactly what she was doing. If I was going to walk around with blue balls she was going to suffer too.

  “Sorry, you're going to have to suffer like me.”

  “You're evil,” she pouted.

  “Sorry, Slick. I've had a hard-on every time you're near me. You're not getting off that easy," I shot back as she laughed at my word choice.

  “Really?” she asked curiously, propping up on her elbow to look at me.

  “What?” I was having a hard time following her questions with all my blood being diverted to my pants.

  “I turn you on?” she asked her green eyes wide.

  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 her.

  “Yes, you turn me on all the time. I'm afraid the band thinks 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. "What about you? Do I turn you on?” I asked, not letting her chin go. I wanted to see how much she was willing to admit.

  "You do,” she stated truthfully. I couldn't stop the cocky smirk from forming on my face.

  I kissed her lightly, wanting to let her know how much she meant to me. She wasn't ready to hear it, so I showed her with my actions. She moaned into my mouth, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. I was ruined for anyone else as soon as our lips connected.

  This kiss was more exploratory, getting to know each other’s likes. Claiming each other's pleasure. I wanted to take it slow, but she undid my resolve when she bit my bottom lip.

  Our kiss became more passionate, and she yanked at the bottom of my shirt to get to my skin. She ran her fingers over my back before latching on to my shoulders. I crashed into her, pressing my body against her, both of us grinding into each other like teenagers.

  Her nipples dug into my chest. I reached under her shirt, and pinched the heated tips. She bucked under me and kissed me with abandon. I held my breath as her hands traveled down my back, reaching the waistband of my jeans.

  When she hesitated, I realized we weren't going to get much further. I put my forehead on hers and cursed the piece of cotton residing in the one place on earth I craved. My erection dug in between her thighs and I ground my teeth together 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, do you?” I asked, stroking my hands up her sides, stopping when I reached her ribs. She tensed, guessing my intention.

  “No, please don’t,” she pleaded, still laughing.

  “I'm going to make this agony 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 through her bra. Fuck, I had to be careful. I was trying make her crazy from lust but I was doing a fucking good job getting myself worked up. I leaned down and bit one of the peaks, unable to stop myself.

  When she latched on to my hair and arched into me, it was all I could take. I moved so I wasn't touching her.

  When she came out of her haze, I was already channel surfing, propped up on 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.

  “You're an ass,” she grumbled. God, she was fucking adorable.

  She wrapped her arms around herself and pouted. Shit, I wasn't going to make it a week. She wouldn't budge when I tried to pull her toward me.

  “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, and her resolve crumbled right in front of my eyes. She was mine. I just had to wait for her to admit it.

  “See, isn’t that better?” I asked when she snuggled up to me. With her next to me, I felt like I was unstoppable. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I would get her life completely out of her ex's clutches and into mine.

  I pulled her closer as my desire to dive into her calmed. At least it did unt
il she took my nipple firmly in her teeth and sucked on it. I was going to be permanently hard if she kept this up.

  “It's war, you know that, right?” I told her through clenched teeth, my hands buried in her long brown hair.

  When she settled into me, I asked the one thing I knew would keep me from rolling over and dry humping her. “So, what happened today?”

  With a deep breath, she told me the story of running into her ex at a restaurant. My body seethed, and fear crept through me. I knew the asshole was unhinged, and his dad was high up, but to have the order removed was terrifying. I tugged her tighter to me as images of him hurting her assaulted me.

  Faith was different. She was it for me. I thought I had feelings for Melissa, but now I realized it was just guilt because I couldn't protect her from her ex. When I met Melissa I wanted to help her get away from her boyfriend. I didn't love her; it was just an overwhelming sense of compassion that pushed me to help her.

  I wouldn't feel guilt if Jason got his hands on Faith. I wouldn't feel anything because without her, there would be no life for me.

  As soon as she finished her story, she jumped up and flew downstairs. Terror rushed through me as I ran to catch her. I caught up with her just when she unlocked her trunk and pulled out a gallon of chocolate milk.

  My panic subsided from the relief on her face when she realized it was still cold. Fuck, she was perfect. 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 questioned as we made it into the house.

  “When was the last time you talked to Trent?” I tried to keep cool. If it wasn't for the fact I had just broken down her defenses, I would have been running after the fucker. I wasn't sure it was him, but it made me edgy.

  The way Trent stared at her, through his black rimmed glasses, when he didn't think anyone was looking made my blood boil. Of course men would be attracted to her, but there was something different in Trent's eyes. His gaze was similar to the look her ex gave her the night I served him the restraining order. My Faith seemed to attract the crazies, and I was going to take it upon myself to protect her from them.