Page 8 of Have Faith (Taboo Tales Book Club)

“Did you have a good day at work, honey?” Mom asked Faith as she speared a green vegetable with her fork.

“Yeah, it was great. I got to work in the kitchen for a while by myself which was amazing.”

“That’s lovely, darling. Oh dear, you have a bit of mashed potatoes on the corner of your mouth.” Mom pointed out, dabbing at her own mouth.

“I didn’t get any mashed potatoes,” Faith said as she licked at the corner of her mouth, clearing away the white wad on her lip. I choked on the piece of ham I was chewing as I realized what it was, oddly turned on by the fact that she just ate my cum unknowingly in front of her mother.

“Carter, sweetheart, are you okay?” Mom’s voice interrupted, bringing me back to the present.

“Yes sorry, Mom. These potatoes are great!”

Chapter 8: Faith

It was impossible to concentrate at work the next day. All I could think about was what Carter and I had done the night before in my bathroom and instantly I grew slick between my thighs. I was a walking combination of embarrassed and horny all day and it was becoming noticeable, not only to me but to my colleagues as well.

“Faith, why don’t you head on home a little early today? You look a bit flushed,” Hannah, my boss, said as she checked my forehead with the back of her hand, “And you’re feverish. Please, go home. I don’t want you here if you’re sick.” I didn’t have the heart to tell Hannah that I wasn’t sick with an illness, but sick with wanting. I didn’t even know that it was possible to want someone so much, yet here I was, literally sweating for Carter. I knew Hannah was right though. My head just wasn’t in it today. Not only had I fudged up a batch of croissants, but I’d accidently put cocoa powder in place of coffee grounds in the coffee maker today. I knew when it was time to throw in the towel.

After leaving Baker’s Dozen, I got in my car and headed home. I knew it was fruitless to go home, because there the temptation would be worse, but I didn’t know anywhere else that I’d rather be. Besides, it wouldn’t really matter - Mom would be home and Carter and I wouldn’t have any time for ourselves. Sighing, I turned up the radio to take my mind off another day of torturous foreplay with my stepbrother.

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No one was home when I pulled into the driveway, which was a little unusual. Not for Carter necessarily, he was working out new arrangements for a place to live. I suppose living at home when you were twenty-three years old wasn’t very cool. I was only eighteen and it still wasn’t cool. Not that I didn’t like living with my mom, I did. I loved her and I didn’t want her to be alone, but I wanted to do my own thing for once. Like fucking Carter whenever and wherever, and not worrying about whether it was right or wrong or if we were being too loud.

God, I was turning into a fiend and I hadn’t even gotten the chance to have sex with him yet. Hopefully after all was said and done, he’d be out of my system a bit more. It would be nice to be able to function like a human being again.

I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before heading towards my room when I spotted a note on the fridge.

Going to Aunt Caroline’s for the weekend,

will be back on Monday. Carter, make sure Faith

doesn’t eat cake for dinner every night, because

she will. ;)

Love Mom

I wasn’t even offended by the true but unnecessary cake jab. Mom was finally out of the house. For two days I would have unlimited access to Carter and his sinful body and wicked mouth.

I stood in front of the fridge in stunned disbelief for thirty whole seconds before racing up to my room quickly to clean everything up. I wasn’t sure when Carter would be back home, but I had to prepare as if he would show up at any minute, because he very well could. And when he did there would be no waiting. I’ve been ready for him for days, hell - if I’m being honest with myself I’ve been ready for him for years. I couldn’t wait for him to be inside of me a moment longer.

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After showering I cooked a light, quick dinner, letting the food simmer on low while I waited for Carter to show up. Hours went by and still he didn’t appear. I called and texted but it was like his phone was shut off or he wasn’t replying. Finally we had a chance to make love and he wasn’t even here.

I cleaned up the remnants of the untouched dinner, too upset to muster an appetite of my own as I put the food in the fridge and made the pathetic walk upstairs to my room. Alone, I lied in my bed and thought about everything Carter and I had done together. What had been the best moments of my life were probably mere distractions in Carter’s life. I guess my ultimatum of waiting until Mom was gone before actually having sex became too much for him. He had to find pleasure elsewhere, with someone who was more willing to give him what he needed. I told myself not to cry as I drifted off to sleep, the memories of our short time together offering little comfort.

I was awakened by a soft pressure on my eyelids. Confused, I tried to place what it was and what was happening before a husky voice invaded my mind.

“Wake up, beautiful.”

Carter.

Slowly, I opened my eyes taking in his rugged features as he peered down at me. He was dressed in a black wife beater and camouflage cargo pants; like he’d just come in from patrol. He looked scrumptious and he looked at me as if I was too. But I knew that wasn’t right. He’d been gone. Sleeping with other women, more than likely.

“I called you.” I deadpanned, sitting up and scooting away from him on the bed. He looked confused for one moment before replying.

“My phone died. It’s hard for me to remember to charge it now that I’m back home.”

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