Cain's Salvation (Passion in Paradise - The Men of the McKinnon Sisters) (15 page)

“It’s a fucking plea, angel,” Cain
begged, stroking her smooth cheek with one finger as he stared down at her curled
between his legs.  “Have mercy,” he breathed, watching as her swollen lips
parted and she engulfed his dick again.  Lost in sensation, his hips
bucked as she worked him over, sliding the hot haven of her mouth over his dick
while fucking his ass with her fingers.

Clenching his jaw as his balls tingled
ominously, he realized he was rapidly approaching the point of no return. 
“Faith, baby,” he moaned, tugging at the silky rope he’d wrapped around his
fist.  “Stop, angel.  I’m gonna cum if you don’t ease back,” he
warned, tamping down on his control as he willed his body to subside.

Lifting her head, she stared up at him
with sultry eyes.  “I thought that was the idea.”

Sitting up, Cain pulled his woman to her
knees between his splayed thighs.  “As good as your mouth feels wrapped
around my cock, that’s not how I want you the first time, Sweetness.  The
first time I cum tonight, I want to feel your tight, wet pussy hugging my
dick.  I want to hear you screaming my name when I bury my load in your
body.”

Faith’s pussy liquefied at his earthy
description of what he desired.  “God, yes,” she breathed a bare second
before his hungry lips claimed hers.  His tongue fucked her mouth as his
hands cupped her ass, pulling her flush against his hard body.  Passion exploded
between them as he deepened their kiss, their tongues dueling as his hand
teased the crack of her ass.

Tearing his mouth from hers, Cain drew
in a shaky breath as he stared at her with eyes that blazed with intense
need.  “Get on your knees, Faith.  I want you from behind.  Keep
that beautiful ass high in the air for me,” he ordered, gently pushing her down
on the makeshift bed.

Bending at the waist, Faith rested her
chin on her arms and sighted as he pressed a string of kisses against the nape
of her neck.  Moaning when she felt one of his hands curve around her
breast, she wriggled against the curve of his pelvis, desperate for him to
quell the rising desire within her. 

“You like that, don’t you, baby? 
You love feeling how hard I am for you,” Cain whispered, dropping a lingering
kiss against her rounded shoulder.  Palming his cock, he nudged her slick
cunt.  “You feel what you do to me?  Feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes!” Faith nodded against her arm,
shivering with need as he slipped the hand fondling her nipple to the apex of
her thighs.  She cried out as he began erotic circles around her swollen
clit.  “Cain, don’t tease,” she gasped, rocking back against him as she
tried to impale herself on his thick cock, the coolness of the room suddenly forgotten. 

Rubbing his dick over the plump lips of
her pussy, Cain smiled against her neck.  “You love the way I tease you,”
he reminded her as he bit the shell of her ear.  “It makes you wet,
Faith.”  Coating his fingers with her cream, he brought his hand back to
her lips.  “Taste how ready you are, baby,” he urged darkly against her
ear.

Sucking two of his fingers between her
lips, she heard his quickly indrawn breath.  It always turned him on to
watch her taste herself on him. 

“So sexy,” he purred, sinking the tip of
his cock into the snug tunnel of her pussy and groaning when the passage
greedily sucked on his flesh.    “I love it when you don’t
hesitate to show me how much you want me.”

“I always want you, Cain,” Faith moaned,
as she squirmed beneath him again, urging him to thrust deeply inside her and
fill the aching emptiness with his heat.  “Fuck me,” she begged, trembling
as his tongue painted an intricate design on her back.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he
assured her deeply, moving to suck on the vulnerable hollow where her shoulder
met her neck.  “I’m going to give you all the cock you can handle,” he
promised huskily as he clamped his hands around her narrow hips and surged
smoothly inside her with one long thrust of his hips.

Faith moaned as Cain buried his length
inside her.  Panting against her arm as her body adjusted to his size, she
fought the need to climax.  Not yet, she thought, squeezing her eyes
closed as his hand slid warmly down the curve of her back.

“Fight it, Faith,” she heard him croon
softly.  It was as though he’d read her mind.  “Remember what I
taught you.  You control your body, sweetheart.”

Nodding, she lifted her head.  “It
feels so good,” she explained breathlessly as her pussy rippled around his
thick length.

Grunting as her molten core tightened
around his cock, Cain tightened one hand around her hip.  “It’s gonna feel
a whole lot better, baby,” he vowed, slowly withdrawing from the wet cocoon of
her body before pushing his way slowly back inside her.  “Slow and easy,”
he murmured, rocking his hips as he gently fucked her sweet, clenching
pussy.  “Just let your body absorb my cock.”

Shuddering underneath him, she bit her
lip and tried to listen to her lover’s deep voice.  With every fluid slide
of his cock, he was setting her aflame, incinerating her body with a pleasure
so intense it almost hurt.    “God, Cain,” she breathed as he
slid inside her again, deeper than before.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised. 
“Just relax and feel me inside you.”

She could.  She felt every ridge
and curve of his cock sawing slowly back and forth inside her.  Lifting
her ass as he sank inside again, she heard his low groan of approval as he
bottomed out, balls deep in her wet heat.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled as his cock
flexed inside her, her pussy fisting him like a glove.  “That’s my girl,”
he encouraged as she lifted to meet his next thrust.  “I love you so much,
Faith,” he groaned, watching as her exquisite ass lifted to receive his
glistening cock again. 

“Cain, yes!” Faith panted as a bead of
sweat rolled down her neck to land against her bouncing breasts.  “I love
you, too,” she moaned as his hips lunged again and he seated himself inside
her.  She could swear he was touching her womb.  She felt stuffed to
the brim with him, and yet she wanted more of everything he had to offer. 
“Please,” she begged desperately, turning to meet his glittering eyes over her
shoulder.  “I need…”

Leaning forward, he thrust his tongue
past her parted lips, kissing her deeply.  “I’ve got what you need,
Faith,” he promised against her lips, thrusting hard.  Catching her moan
with his mouth, he fucked in and out of her, squeezing her clit between his
thumb and forefinger as he moved.

Faith keened at the erotic torture,
biting his lower lip in retaliation.  Smiling as his chuckle vibrated
against her lips, she gasped as she felt the palm of his hand connect with her
ass, the sharp slap startling her.  “Cain!” she groaned as the sharp sting
quickly abated and a blissful warmth replaced the burn.

“Like that?” he asked hoarsely, watching
as her pale skin turned a rosy pink underneath his hand.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, writhing wantonly
underneath him.  “More,” she demanded as he swelled inside her.  “I
want more,” she begged, swaying her ass to tempt him.

Delivering two more sharp swats to her
perfect ass, Cain’s jaw flexed as he felt his control slip.  His woman was
going wild beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock with every strike
of his hand. 

Faith bit her arm to keep from screaming
in pleasure.  The feel of his warm palm slapping her ass only made her
hungrier… needier.  “Yes!” she moaned when Cain quickened his thrusts
behind her, covering her back like a stallion mounting a mare.  “Don’t
stop, Cain!” she begged as he hammered into her.  Her pussy quickened as
he found that spot buried deep inside her that made sharp spikes of pleasure
radiate through her body.  “Christ, right there,” she begged him, lifting
her hips higher as she met his thrusts.

Growling as her pussy seemed to melt
around his cock, Cain moved faster, surging deeper as he found her sweet
spot.  “Fuck, yeah!” he grunted, bracing one fist on the cooler floor as
he pounded inside her.  “Rub you clit, Faith,” he growled against her
ear.  “Get there, baby!  I’m gonna be right behind you,” he panted as
his chest heaved and he grimaced at the unbearable pleasure.

Slipping one hand to her wet folds, she
rubbed tight circles around her clit as he groaned against her neck.

“So fucking tight, angel!  Let me
feel you cum around me,” he urged roughly as his balls slapped against her damp
flesh.  “Cum all over my cock, Faith!” he demanded urgently, grunting as
he slammed deeply into her one last time.

Screaming as that magical wave of
pleasure crested over her straining body and her pussy convulsed around his
cock, Faith collapsed on her elbows, moaning as she heard Cain groan low in his
throat.

“God, yes!  FAITH,” Cain hissed as
her walls imploded on him, bathing his dick in her fiery essence. 
Grunting deeply as the first surge of his cum erupted to bathe her walls, he
gripped her hips fiercely.  “SHIT, YESSSSS!” he hissed,  burying his
face against the cure of Faith’s neck and stiffening as spray after spray of
his essence shot from his cock, filling her womb with his seed.  “I love
you,” he whispered over and over again as he sagged on top of her, dropping
kisses against her sweaty neck while he carefully held his weight on his elbows
so that he didn’t crush her.

Lifting her arm, she wrapped it around
his neck when he would have pulled away.  “Don’t go,” she whimpered,
turning her head to gaze at him.  Her body hummed with satisfaction, and
for the first time in months, she felt completely at peace, connected to him in
the most primal way that existed.  “Don’t pull away.”

“Never,” Cain promised, gently kissing
her upturned lips.  “I don’t want to crush you, though.”  Rolling to
his side, he brought her against his chest, keeping his body joined with
hers.  “There,” he whispered, pulling the blanket they’d tossed aside
earlier back over their rapidly cooling bodies.  “Let’s keep you warm,
sweetheart.”

“Mmmm, I am warm,” Faith replied with a
contented sigh as she relaxed against him.  “And happy.  I’m so
happy, Cain.”

“Good.”  He smiled against her
neck.  “I plan on keeping you that way for the rest of our lives, love.”

With a dreamy smile on her face, Faith’s
eyes drifted closed.  Secure and safe in the arms of her rediscovered
love, she couldn’t wait to begin the rest of her life with him.

It would go down in history as the
scream heard round Paradise County.  The only things folks would really
debate in the years to come would be whose scream had been louder.

Honor McKinnon or Cain Turner?

Honor had the boy beat in sheer volume,
but Cain had longevity going for him.  So, most of Paradise’s townsfolk
had pretty well proclaimed it to be a draw.

When Sheriff Zeke Monroe arrived on the
scene at the diner the next morning, he seriously questioned whether he had the
ability to maintain law and order in the I Don’t Care Café.  Given the
fact that Honor McKinnon held a loaded shotgun in her tiny but entirely too
capable hands (given the fact that he’d taught her to shoot), he genuinely
doubted it.

Teaching her to handle a weapon had
seemed like such a good idea when he’d done it five years ago, but now, with
her face flushed and eyes blazing dangerously, he wasn’t quite sure what the
hell he’d been thinking when he’d taught her how to aim a shotgun.  The
ominous sound of her racking the shell however, was enough to turn his blood in
his veins to ice.  One thing was certain.  The youngest McKinnon had
blood in her eye.

“Honor, honey,” Zeke said slowly,
approaching the young woman cautiously from behind.  “It’s not really
legal to hold a gun on an innocent citizen of our fair town.  It tends to
make folks right nervous and cause me a ton of paperwork I don’t need.”

Aunt Orla’s answering cackle could be
heard from the kitchen.

Barely glancing toward him, Honor
sniffed delicately.  “That may be true enough, but it
isn’t
illegal
to shoot intruders that desecrate your property, is it, Sherriff Monroe?” Honor
retorted, keeping her gun leveled on the center mass of her target.

Shifting his gaze from Honor’s stiffened
body to the man cowering in the corner with his hands raised in front of him,
Zeke’s jaw dropped.  “Are you
seriously
standing here in the middle
of Honor’s restaurant wearing nothing but an apron?” he shouted at the other
man. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

Aunt Orla’s cackles grew closer as the
elderly woman tottered into the dining room and leaned against the
counter.  “Count yourself blessed that he’s got that much on, son. 
Cain weren’t wearin’ nothing other than skin and a smile when Honor and I got
here this mornin’.”

“Yeah, asshole, thanks for letting us
out of there before anybody got here this morning!” Cain growled, glaring at
the Sheriff.  “That was real helpful of you, Zeke!”

“I overslept,” Zeke retorted.  “Sue
me.”

“Wait just a darn minute,” Honor
growled, swinging the gun toward the other man.  “You
knew
Cain and
Faith were in my walk-in cooler?  All night?”

“It was Abel’s idea,” Zeke said quickly,
taking a hasty step back when Honor’s eyes narrowed on him. 

“Ha!” Aunt Orla chuckled.  “This
just gets better.  I suspect if Abel was involved, he had help, Honor,”
Orla injected helpfully, her lined face creasing as she grinned at the glaring
Sheriff.  “Just tryin’ to help sort things out, lawman,” she added
innocently.

“Who else?” Honor ground out, latching
on like a tick to Orla’s thought process.  When Zeke didn’t immediately
answer her question, she pressed her lips together.  “My finger’s getting’
real itchy here, boys,” she warned, shifting the barrel of the gun between the
two men.  “Somebody better start feelin’ real chatty pretty quick.” 

“Patience and Harmony,” Cain yelped
defensively, taking a quick step back into the corner as Honor focused on him
again.  Shooting a longing look toward the ladies room, he willed Faith to
appear and explain everything to her trigger-happy sister.  The woman had
bolted for the bathroom as soon as Honor had opened the cooler door with only a
blanket wrapped around her still naked body.  He hadn’t been quite as
fortunate.  He’d barely managed to grab the apron that some waitress had
left draped on the shelves of the food racks for cover.  “I swear, Honor,
it’s okay.  Faith’s forgiven me.  I’m sure she’ll tell you that once
she comes out from the bathroom.”

“Oh, you better hope she’s forgiven you,
Cain Turner.  You better get down on your hands and knees and pray to your
Lord and Savior that she’s agreed to take you back.  Because I swear by
everything that I hold dear, there’s
gonna
be either a wedding or a
funeral.  Since I’m a generous Christian woman, I’ll let you decide which
one you want,” she threatened, tightening her hold on her granddaddy’s shotgun
as the bell over the café door tinkled.

“Uh oh,” Harmony mumbled as she walked
into the open dining room of their family’s restaurant.

“Oh, shit,” Patience whispered, her eyes
widening as she looked from Cain to Honor.  “Please tell me she didn’t
already shoot Faith by mistake.”

“Where the hell have you two been?” Zeke
hissed out the side of his mouth, keeping one eye glued to where Honor stood
clutching her gun.

“Honor turned my alarm off,” Harmony
explained weakly, shooting Cain an apologetic smile over Honor’s
shoulder.  “I guess she felt bad that I worked late last night and had to
come in early this morning.”

“I
did
,” Honor retorted. 
“Until I learned you were a party to this farce.  Harmony, you’re supposed
to be the
responsible
one!” she chastised her eldest sister.

“You’ve got Harm mixed up with you,
sis.  You’re the responsible one.  Faith’s the compassionate
one.  And our Harmony here is the romantic – at least where everybody but
herself is concerned,” Patience teased, jerking her head toward the oldest
McKinnon sister.

“What’s that make you?” Harmony retorted
irritably, raising her eyebrows at Patience.

“I’m the one that thought she’d waited
late enough to avoid the family drama this morning,” Patience added truthfully,
running a hand over the lavender streak in her hair.  “Evidently, my
timing sucks.”

“Do you think maybe we could lower that
gun while you gals yap?” Cain asked hopefully, eyeing the end of Harmony’s gun
like it was a bomb.

“
NO
,” Honor growled. 
“Faith!” she yelled loudly.  “Your boyfriend’s on borrowed time out here!”

“And he’s
COLD
!” Cain shouted
desperately, crossing his bare arms over the apron as Aunt Orla cackled again.

“Hurry up, gal,” Orla called.  “If
it shrivels and falls off, it won’t be no use to you anymore!” she yelled, her
sage wisdom bouncing off the café’s walls.

“Aunt Orla!” Honor hissed, scandalized.

“Well, it won’t,” Orla replied
reasonably, propping her chin in her hand as she sedately sipped her coffee.

Longingly gazing at the mug in Orla’s
hand for a moment, Zeke turned when the bell over the door rang again. 
Turning, he watched Abel amble into the café.  “And where the hell have
you
been?” he snapped.

Blinking as he stared around the dining
room at the assembled group, Abel’s eyes finally came to rest on his cowering
twin.  Bursting out into laughter, he ignored the heated glare his brother
leveled on him as he pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture of his
mostly naked brother.  “Now, that’s this year’s Christmas card,” he
needled his brother, wriggling his eyebrows.

“If I get out of this alive, you are a
dead man,” Cain threatened, his dark eyes promising retribution.

“Do us both a favor and get dressed
before you try kicking my ass,” Abel advised, straight faced.  “You’d hate
for Zeke to arrest you for indecent exposure before you got your licks in,
wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, my goodness,” Faith murmured as she
came out of the ladies room, dressed in her jeans and t-shirt once again. 
Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment as every set of eyes in the room turned
toward her.  “Is the whole family here?” she asked faintly, looking around
the room.

“With the exception of Heaven, yes,”
Harmony replied, trying not grin from ear to ear.

“Thank God for small favors,” Honor
muttered, narrowing her gaze on Faith but keeping the gun trained on
Cain.  “Am I shooting him or are you marrying him?” she asked her sister
crisply. 

Faith’s soft eyes found Cain’s across
the room.  Even with a gun aimed at his crotch, he was calm as he met her
gaze.  “Oh, I’m definitely marrying him,” Faith confirmed quietly, smiling
at her fiancé. 

“
Soon
?” Honor questioned
meaningfully.

“Very soon,” Cain agreed, his heart
filling with warmth as Faith beamed at him.  “As soon as she says.”

“Christmas,” Faith declared
decisively.  “You’ll never forget our anniversary
and
it gives us a
month to plan a wedding.”

“Fine,” Honor muttered lowering her gun
as the entire room breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“I personally think we should have a
Thanksgiving wedding,” Cain countered.  “That gives you a solid week to
get things in order.”

“A week?” Faith and Honor balked
together.  Faith’s bright blue eyes widened as she stared at the man she
loved.  “Are you sure, Cain?”

“We’ve wasted enough time,” Cain replied
evenly.  “I really don’t wanna waste another day.”  He winked at her
and caught her smaller body when she hurled herself into his arms.

“Okay, as happy as I am for you two… a
week
?”
Patience worried aloud.  “Have you guys thought this through?  Cain,
you were a doctor in Paradise.  Faith, you know three quarters of
Paradise.  Half the town will expect an invite to this shindig.  That
means invitations, food, a cake, a dress, a church, a…”

Slapping a hand over Patience’s still
moving lips, Abel smiled serenely.  “Ignore the pessimist.  I’m sure
we can get everything done.”

“Please note that was said by the
attorney,” Patience griped, yanking Abel’s hand from her mouth and shooting him
a look that promised a bloody death if he touched her again.  “If a
lawyer’s lips are movin’, it’s a sure sign he’s lyin’, Faith,” she warned.

“Oh, c’mon.  Where’s your family
spirit?” Harmony admonished happily, bouncing on her heels.  “The church
is going to be fine.  One phone call from Honor and the pastor will be
putty in our hands.  Orla and I can handle the food.  You can take
Faith over to Nashville for a dress, Faith.  Honor, you’ll do the wedding
cake, won’t you?”

“Not unless my walk-in cooler gets sanitized
in the next eight hours.  I’m on strike until then,” Honor huffed, handing
the shotgun over into Zeke’s outstretched hand. 

“I’ll scrub it myself, Honor,” Cain
promised.  “Hand to God,” he vowed, holding up his right hand.

“See,” Harmony continued with a
smile.  “That leaves what?  Invitations?  We’ll get the printer
on it today and Zeke, can’t your deputies help us deliver them?”

“We’ll do whatever we need to do in
order to pull this off,” Zeke assured Faith quickly.  “If you want a
Thanksgiving wedding, that’s what you’ll get.”

“Well?” Cain asked against Faith’s ear,
wrapping his arms around her waist and tucking her against him.

“A Thanksgiving wedding sounds perfect,”
Faith replied, leaning heavily against him.  “It’s fitting.  We have
a lot to be grateful for.”

“I know we’d all be
exceedingly
grateful if Cain put on some clothes,” Honor informed the lovebirds
dryly.  “
Now,
” she remarked insistently.

“Speak for yourself, Honor,” Aunt Orla interjected
with a wink at Cain.  “I’m personally enjoying the view.  Our Faith
is a lucky girl.”

Clearing her throat, Faith smiled at
their extended family.  “If y’all will just excuse us for a minute, we’ll
slip Cain into something a little less comfortable.”  Pushing Cain toward
the door, Faith made sure she stayed behind him, blocking the view of his very
bare ass as they moved into the kitchen.  Pushing him back in the cooler,
she couldn’t help giggling. 

Snatching his jeans off the floor, Cain
groaned as he shoved one leg inside the denim.  “I swear to God, Faith, I
don’t know whose family is crazier.  Yours or mine.”

“Mine.  It’s definitely mine. 
You only have one brother.  I’ve got
three
sisters,” she returned
with a patient smile, handing him his shirt as he shoved his bare feet back
into his boots.  “And we’re sort of a package deal.  I hope you’re
ready for that.”

Looking up as he finished buckling his
belt, Cain couldn’t help his smile.  “Ready, willing and able.  If I
can face down your scariest sister, buck naked, while she pointed a loaded gun
at me, I think I can handle the rest of the lot, Sweetness.  As long as
I’ve got you by my side, I can face anything the world throws at me. 
Now,” he said, holding out his hand, “Let’s go start the rest of our lives with
the people we love.”

And as the woman he loved slipped her
smaller hand in his and led him out of the cooler, Cain realized his salvation
had a very apt name.

Faith.

The End