Page 1 of Have Faith (Taboo Tales Book Club)

Chapter 1: Carter

Coming back home was hard. Or should I say, it made me hard. Every time I walked into the house that I grew up in my cock thickened in my pants. I could smell her, even though her room was up a flight of stairs, all the way down the end of the long hallway and to the left. So many times during my teenage years and holiday visits I wanted to make the short trek across the hall and into her room.

But I couldn’t.

She was too young, too unavailable.

But that was then.

“Carter!!” Mom shrieked, deflating my thought and erection. It was just as well, because before I had a chance to stop her, she was launching herself into my arms.

“I’m so glad that you’re home, honey!” Julie, my stepmom, who I referred to as Mom because she was more of a mother to me than the woman who birthed me, fussed over me as she took the small travel luggage from my arm and led me into the kitchen.

“It’s good to be home.” It was the truth. After three tours in Afghanistan, including two land mine explosions, four bullet wounds and too many lost friends to count - I was done with that place for good. My honorable discharge said it all - and so did the bullet that was still lodged in the upper quadrant of my thigh.

As Mom puttered about, gathering ingredients for dinner, I spied a picture of my father on the refrigerator door. He looked worn and ragged, signs of the cancer that took him away two years prior. He’d been sick for years and eventually he succumbed to the illness. I’d been on a mission at the time; therefore I didn’t even know that he had died until two weeks after the funeral, when the mission was over. You would think that I’d be numb when it came to Death after seeing so many of my fellow comrades fall to its clutches, but I wasn’t. It hurt to know that I missed my father’s last moments as well as my last opportunity to say goodbye to him. It still hurt now, sitting in the house that he built without him here.

“Dinner should be ready soon. Why don’t you take your things up to your old room and grab Faith on your way back. She’ll be so excited to see you.”

My heart hammered as I agreed, leaving Mom to chop tomatoes as I grabbed my luggage and made my way up the stairs.

Faith.

God, how many times did I think of her to get me through bad days - fuck, what am I saying, bad years. So many times I thought it would be my last day on Earth, huddled together with friends under the suffocating desert heat and mounds of sweat and blood, and I’d think of Faith.

Her warm, bashful smile, highlighted by the pink blush that fell over her skin every time she looked at me. And that honey-blonde hair that fell just shy of her supple ass. Oh, how I imagined twisting up those strands and knotting them into my fist as I fucked her into oblivion. My pelvis twitched, along with my cock, as I made my way towards her - disregarding all notion about depositing my shit into my old bedroom.

Faith was more important. The last time I’d seen her she was still in high school; still underage. But now was different. She had changed and so had I. And I was going to make damn sure she knew that too.

I’d waited years for her. Years of fucking whores who would never even be second best to Faith Callahan. Years of pretending all those pussies I buried myself in belonged to her - tight and wet - only for me.

The time for pretending was over now. I’d have her if it was the last thing I fucking did.

I grasped the handle leading into her bedroom, not bothering to knock or announce my presence as I opened the door and stepped in.

“Hey Sis.”

Chapter 2: Faith

I thought it was a ghost as the figure of Carter Kennedy stepped through my door.

“Hey Sis.” He announced as he let himself in.

I’d just gotten off work half an hour before and was in the process of changing out of my uniform when he surprised me. I figured it was just Mom coming to get me for dinner. But I was wrong.

So wrong.

I stood in the middle of my bedroom, clad in only my tank top and pink cotton underwear. I should have been embarrassed at the invasion. At the very least enough to cover up and preserve some modesty in front of the boy - scratch that man - who stood before me.

Growing up, Carter had always been an imposing figure. With his six foot four inch height, broad shoulders and coal black hair, he garnered a fair amount of attention.

But now he was so much more than the boy that I knew before.

Years of being in the Marine Corp honed him into a military grade weapon as I took in his corded muscles which were expertly defined by his skin tight V-neck shirt and dark washed jeans. He looked lethal and predatory as he stared at me, his lips tipped into a smirk as he trailed his dark gaze over my body.

I ignored the tightening of my nipples at his appraisal as I launched myself at him, careless if my stepbrother saw me in such a state of undress. The last I’d heard he had been shot, and almost died, in the line of duty. I needed to feel him under my fingers. I needed to make sure that he was really here.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me into the air, my arms going around his neck in an embrace. “You’re home,” I whispered against his neck, only to feel him stiffen in response.

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