Cain's Salvation (Passion in Paradise - The Men of the McKinnon Sisters) (10 page)

Faith stumbled behind Cain as he
threaded his way through the tables in the darkened dining room.  God,
she’d never seen him like this.  Even at his most passionate, he’d never
been quite this feral.  Like a wild rabid dog, he’d torn into that jerk in
a way that had taken her by surprise.

Guiltily, she recognized that she had
played a huge part in what happened back there.  Her attitude and dress
had been intended to incite chaos. 

For Cain.

She’d never meant for what she was doing
to be taken so seriously by the bar’s patrons.  She’d known most of them
all her life.  Lately, however, they were seeing a substantial amount of
strangers frequenting the café.  She should have known better than this.

Allowing Cain to pull her into the tiny
office all four sisters shared, she jumped when he slammed the door closed and
yanked her toward him. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” he
roared, backing her against the wall as he towered over her.  Without
heels, he stood almost a foot above her and she had to crane her neck to see up
into his livid face.  “Do you know what that bastard could have done to
you?  Do you?” he asked, shaking her slightly.

“I…I wasn’t thinking,” she admitted
hoarsely.

“I would have killed him, Faith. 
Do you get that?  I would have broken his neck and never so much as
twitched while I was doing it! Is that what you want?  You wanna watch me
completely lose it?”

“No!” she denied, raising her voice to
match his.  “I had no idea that he was going to do that, Cain.  He
seemed harmless enough earlier in the evening!”

“Men are
never
harmless,
Faith.  Especially not after they’ve been liquored up and thoroughly
flirted with,” he bit out, his jaw flexing as he spoke.  “And you
certainly did that, didn’t you?  Was that fun?  Almost sitting in his
lap earlier while you joked with him?  Knowing that I was watching every
single fucking thing you did!”

Mortified that she’d been so
transparent, she averted her gaze.  He’d known exactly what she’d been
playing at during the last week.  She’d meant for him to know.  Why
did hearing him say it outright hurt so much?

“I’m sorry,” she whispered weakly. 
“It was stupid.  I was trying to punish you, and I went too far.”

“You think?” he snapped, tightening the
grip he had on her upper arms.  “I almost killed that son of a bitch,
Faith!”

“What do you expect me to do,
Cain?  Beg for forgiveness?” Faith asked, feeling her own temper rise as
she arched her back.  “Not fucking likely.  I said I was sorry!”

“Sorry?” he echoed with a harsh
laugh.  “You’re sorry?  Now look who’s lyin’ here, honey. 
You’re not sorry.  You’ve spent the last week trying to bring me to my
knees.  You’ve goaded and teased until I was ready to snap on the first
unsuspecting asshole that got too far out of line.  Tonight, it happened,
baby.  Did you like what you saw?”

That wasn’t fair.  Yes, she’d done
all the things that he accused her of doing, but he refused to own his part in
it.  Shoving at his chest, she shook her head, blonde hair waving
wildly.  “You
know
I didn’t mean for that to happen tonight. 
Not like that.  But what did
you
expect when you came back into my
life, Cain?  That I’d hold out my arms and say that everything was
forgiven?  Did you expect it to be that easy?” she yelled, breathing hard.

“No, but I didn’t expect you to act like
a five dollar whore searching for her next mark either,” he spat, uncaring how
coarse he sounded.  She could have been seriously hurt tonight, and she
didn’t even see it.

“Whore?” Faith breathed, incensed. 

“If the Daisy Dukes fit,” he retorted
with a careless shrug as he let his eyes drift down her tempting body to the
wickedly brief denim shorts she wore.

Her body heated underneath the weight of
his heavy gaze.  “Bastard,” she whispered as his hands loosened on her
arms and slowly moved to caress her skin.  “Maybe if I hadn’t been left
completely alone for over a year, brokenhearted and abandoned, I wouldn’t have
felt the need to hawk my wares.”

“You think I haven’t been lonely, too?”
he asked huskily, watching as her firm breasts rose and fell underneath her
t-shirt.  “You think it hasn’t been hell to watch your body every night
but know that’s
all
I’m allowed to do?  Having you close enough to
touch, but knowing I don’t have the right to put my hands on you.  You
think I’m having a good time, Faith?” he asked, his mouth so near hers that he
could feel her quick little pants against his lips.  “It’s hell,
sweetheart,” he confided, lifting one hand to cradle her neck while the other
stroked down her arm to settle on her hip.  “But all you have to do is say
the word, and I’ll put us both out of our misery.”

“Cain,” she breathed as his head bent
and his lips nuzzled the hollow just below her ear.

“Say it, Faith,” he encouraged softly,
rubbing his lips against the throbbing pulse in her neck.  “Say you want
me,” he coaxed, pressing a gentle kiss to her arched neck as she strained
against him.

Her body reacted to his soft, searching
words.  Biting her lip as his warm tongue licked the shell of her ear, she
quivered against the wall. 

“C’mon, baby,” he cajoled gently, lifting
his hand from her hip to palm the warm weight of her breast.  Rubbing the
pebbled nipple through the thin cotton, he whispered, “Just say three little
words for me.  Let me love you again, Sweetness.”

She could feel her resistance melting,
her defensive walls crumbling to dust.  Only Cain had ever been able to
make her feel this way, so hot and needy that she ached with the ferocity of
it.  What harm could it do, allowing herself to take her succor in his
strong arms?

Hadn’t she earned this much?  All
she wanted was a little sweet relief from the hunger she felt for him. 
Forcing herself to meet his eyes, she could see the matching desire burning in
his gaze, and a fire kindled low in her belly.  “If I say yes, it doesn’t
solve anything between us,” she warned breathlessly.  “It’s just two
people satisfying a mutual urge.  We don’t talk about it later or use it
to hurt each other.  It’s one moment stolen in time to satiate a need we
both seem to be unable to get rid of.”

“Whatever you want, Faith,” he replied,
nipping her ear lobe with his teeth as his fingers squeezed her hard nipple,
plumping it.  “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he promised, dropping a
trail of kisses over her neck and along her jaw.  Lips hovering at the
corner of her mouth, he murmured, his voice hot, “Just say the words, baby, and
I’ll give you what you need.”

“I need you,” Faith admitted huskily,
gasping as he pressed his hips against hers and ground his swollen cock against
her damp folds.  Even through two layers of denim, she could feel the
familiar ridges of his dick.  Rocking against him, she moaned.  “I
want you.  Now!”

“Fuck, yes!” Cain growled an instant
before he covered her mouth and claimed it for his own.  Thrusting his
tongue inside the wet haven, he groaned.

Faith felt like she’d come home as his
familiar taste flooded her tongue.  Meeting him head-on, she twined her
tongue around his, stroking against it as his hand tangled in her hair, angling
her head to deepen the kiss.  Wild and lusty, she gripped his shoulders,
sucking greedily on his tongue as his hand ripped at the button of her shorts
and shoved the zipper down.  He pushed her shorts down her legs
impatiently, and she gasped against his mouth as he tore the satin thong she
wore from her pussy, baring her to him.

Sliding his fingers of the smooth lips
of her pussy, he smiled against her lips.  “You shaved for me,” he praised
between biting kisses.  “Good girl.  Now, do you still get wet for
me, too?” he asked, spreading her lips as he stroked two fingers through her
slit.  “Ah, fuck, you do!” he groaned as he reached her clit and paused to
rub the swollen bud.

Faith bucked against his hand and
whimpered.  It had been so long since she felt like this.  Opening
her legs for him, she rolled her hips, trying to impale herself on his
fingers.  “Cain, please!” she breathed roughly.

“Is this what you want, baby?” he asked
in a raw voice as he thrust to fingers inside her channel, curling them
slightly to rub her inner wall as he pumped his hand against her pussy.

“Mmmm, yeah!” She sighed and let her
head drop back against the wall as he slowly fucked her with his hand. 
“Right there,” she urged, lifting her hips to meet his shallow thrusts.

Cain bent to suck gently as the curve of
her neck, pressing her body against the unforgiving wall behind her.  This
wasn’t where he’d imagined taking her for the first time since he’d come home,
but damn if he’d give her a chance to change her mind about things. 
“Touch my cock, Faith,” he demanded as he pulled his finger from her wet
channel.  “I need your hands on me,” he admitted harshly as he took a step
back and ripped at the belt around his waist.

“Yes,” Faith breathed, nodding eagerly
as she reached for his fly and went to her knees in front of him. 
Carefully pulling down the zipper over the front of the swollen bulge in his
jeans, she licked her lips as his cock sprang into her hand, thick and
hard.  So beautiful, Faith thought as she slid her hand over his
length.  Long and heavy, his stem pulsed in her hand.

“Ah, fuck!” he hissed as he felt her
velvet hand surround him.  Pumping himself into her fist, he ground his
teeth, dropping his head to watch her work his cock in her hand.  “Suck
it, Faith,” he demanded.  “I want to feel that sweet mouth on me again, Sweetheart.”

Swallowing, Faith licked her lips and
looked up his body at his clenched face.  Nodding slowly, she lapped her
tongue over the flushed mushroom head and licked the pearly drop that clung to
his tip.  His rough groan only fueled the hunger building within her. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled, watching
as she savored the taste of him on her tongue.  “You like that,
sweetness?’ he asked, tightening his fingers in her silky hair. 

“I’ve always loved the taste of you,”
she admitted softly, trailing her tongue along the vein that ran along the
underside of his cock before taking his knob between her lips and swirling her
tongue around the ridges in his crown.  She heard him hiss in a labored
breath as she slowly sank over him, taking his dick to the back of her throat.

Bracing one hand against the cinder
block wall, Cain watched as Faith’s head bobbed against his dick, taking him
deeper with every downward stroke.  “Ah, fuck, baby!  That’s good!”
he praised, unable to tear his gaze away from his glistening cock as she worked
her mouth over him.  Powerless to resist the urge, he thrust against her
lips, pushing his cock deeper into the scorching heat.  He felt her hands
cup his ass through his jeans and grimaced.  “Sweet Jesus!  I’ve
missed this,” he groaned, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts of his
hips. 

Faith moaned around his cock and moved
one hand to cup his heavy balls.  Squeezing gently as she tightened her
mouth around his rigid dick, she heard his low grunt of satisfaction. 
Relishing the sound, she eased back to suckle the head of his penis
gently.  The ache in her pussy built with every lap her tongue made
against his hard arousal, and she whimpered when he suddenly wrenched his hips
away from her lips.

Breathing heavily, Cain gripped Faith’s
arms and urged her back to her feet.  Backing into the wall again, he met
her stunned eyes and smiled grimly.  “As good as that mouth feels wrapped
around me, I don’t want to cum there.  When I blow, it’s going to be
buried in your wet pussy, Sweetness,” he vowed, lapping his tongue against her
parted lips and kissing her gently.  “Besides,” he continued huskily,
“It’s my turn to play now.”

“Y-your turn?” Faith gasped,
automatically lifting her arms when he gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled
it over her head.  “I think I like the sound of that,” she whispered, her
voice trembling as she watched him lick his lips as he flicked open the clasp
of her bra.  A second later, her breasts spilled into his hands, and she
felt the sweetly familiar heat of his calloused palms kneading her flesh.

“God, I’ve missed these little
raspberries,” he breathed, awed by her incredible beauty as he played with her
tight, swollen nipples.  “I’ve got to know if they taste as sweet as I
remember,” he breathed, sliding down her body.  Taking one of those ripe
berries between his lips, he suckled ravenously, pulling her sweet taste into
his mouth while he pinched and worried the other with his fingers and pulled
low, needy cries from Faith’s lips.  “Oh, yeah, baby.  You’re still
just as tasty as I remember.  I’ve missed these little morsels so much,”
he muttered, biting gently at the plump nipple he held in his mouth.

“Cain!” Faith gasped, gripping his head
in her hand as she felt the blissful suction of his lips at one aching
peak.  He licked and lapped at her full breasts, sucking and biting until
she writhed between his body and the wall.  With every pull of his
talented mouth and every wet lash of his tongue, her pussy ached to be
filled.  “Oh, God, don’t stop!”

Oh, but he seemed to have other
ideas.  Urging one of Faith’s toned legs over his shoulder as he pressed a
damp kiss against her flat belly, he groaned.  “Let me taste your sweet
honey, Faith.  I need some of that nectar before I go insane,” he
whispered against the swollen lips of her pussy.  Gazing at her secrets,
the pink wet folds beckoned him.  Lapping at her creamy center, he
growled.  “I’ve always loved your flavor, baby.  All sweet and
syrupy,” he muttered between long laps of his tongue.  “Who do you belong
to, Faith?” he asked hoarsely, nudging the hood covering her clit with the tip
of his tongue.