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

by Sarah O'Rourke

  “You like that don’t you, baby?” he asked huskily between wet kisses while he twisted her other nipple between two fingers. “You like me playing with these gorgeous little raspberries you have.”

  “God, yes,” Faith gasped, wrenching her lips away from his as she moaned. “Harder, Cain,” she begged.

  Pinching and releasing the tempting little buds he held, he kissed a slow tender trail down her creamy neck, pausing only long enough to lick her throbbing pulse before moving on to one lush, perfectly formed breast. “So pretty,” he murmured before pulling her nipple between his lips and raking his teeth against the sensitive skin.

  “Yes!” Faith breathed, cupping her palm against his shaved head as he ate at her breast. “That feels so good,” she panted, wriggling in front of him in a bit to get closer.

  “Yeah?” Cain mumbled around her nipple before kissing a path across her chest to the other breast. Swirling his tongue around the taut peak, he smiled. “Finger your clit, baby,” he ordered in a low voice. “Get that pussy ready for my tongue,” he growled, sucking her nipple sharply before using his teeth to gently bite the engorged flesh.

  Drawing back enough to watch Faith slowly slide her hand down her midriff, he licked his lips when two of her fingers spread her labia and stroked the pink pearl peeking from beneath its hood. “Oh, now that’s beautiful, darlin’,” he praised as she shivered in his arms. He could see the light touch of her fingers ratcheting up her desire, her juices coating the slender fingers she used to pleasure herself. “That’s it,” he encouraged softly, mesmerized by the sight of those delicate digits stroking over that cluster of nerves at the apex of her sex. “That’s how I want you to touch yourself while I’m gone, and every time you do, I want you to imagine me between those milky thighs. Think about how good my tongue feels when I’m licking you nice and slow.”

  “Oh, Cain.” Faith trembled in his arms as she turned her face into his neck, nuzzling close.

  “I’m here, baby,” he whispered, lifting his face from her breasts to kiss her again, slow and long. Breaking away when she whimpered against his mouth, he smiled. “We need to take this into the bedroom,” he continued, his voice gravelly with his own need as he urged her to her feet and rose from the couch to stand in front of her, his cock jutting from his unfastened jeans. “I can’t love you the way I want to out here. There’s not nearly enough room for what I’ve got in mind.”

  He stopped touching her only long enough to push his Levi’s off his hips and down his legs. Kicking them aside to join the dress he’d stripped off her supple body earlier, he cupped her neck and bent to kiss her deeply, pouring all his love into the exchange as he walked her backward into his darkened bedroom.

  “I love you,” Faith whispered when he lifted his head and pushed her gently back toward the bed.

  “I love you, too, Sweetness,” Cain replied huskily as he gazed at her naked body. “I’ll love you until the day I die,” he vowed, meaning every word.

  “Promise?” Faith bit her lip as she stared up at him with heartbreakingly beautiful eyes.

  “Always, my Faith,” he swore. “Get on the bed, baby,” he ordered, his voice softly authoritative. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

  Turning, Faith crawled onto the bed, settling on her back in the center of the mattress as Cain’s steel grey eyes followed every movement.

  “That’s my girl,” he praised when she lay before him, her head on his pillow, her hair fanning against the well worn cotton pillowcase. “I’m gonna love you sweet and slow, my Faith,” his deep voice hypnotizing her as he eased her legs apart and crouched between them. “The feel of my tongue and cock is gonna be burned on your body and your memory before this night is done.”

  “It already is, Cain,” she whispered back to him as he dipped his head and inhaled her scent.

  “I love your smell, sweetheart. Sweet and tangy. Like a fall day,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the inside of one quivering thigh. “I wish I could bottle your fragrance and take it with me.”

  “Cain,” Faith breathed, lowering one hand to stroke his shadowed jaw.

  “Do you know the only thing I love better than your scent, my Faith?” he asked with a slow lick to the flesh of her opposite thigh.

  “Hmmmm,” Faith hummed, arching her neck against the pillow as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.

  “It’s your fucking taste,” he growled, sliding his tongue through her pussy and gathering her creamy juices on his tongue. Savoring her flavor, he groaned deeply. “I’ll never, ever get enough of your cream as long as I live. And tonight, Sweetness, I’m going to glut myself like a starving man,” he promised in a vaguely menacing threat before lowering his head and settling in between her thighs.

  He ate her pussy like candy, sucking her nether lips and laving them with his tongue before moving to her swollen clit. Flicking the tiny swollen bud back and forth with his tongue, he relished the low, desperate whimpers escaping his woman’s lips.

  “Oh, God! Please, Cain! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” she moaned, rolling her hips as she tried to prolong the delicious contact.

  “That’s it, baby! Beg me for it,” he grunted, sucking sharply on her clit for a moment. “I love it when you plead for my tongue,” he confided hoarsely. Finding her entrance with his tongue, he fucked her with slow strokes, priming her sweet tunnel for his cock. “Nobody is ever gonna know this pussy but me,” he vowed roughly between flicks of his tongue and nips of his teeth. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it, Faith?” he growled, lifting his head to stare up her desperate, twisting body with glittering possessive eyes.

  “All yours!” Faith nodded eagerly. “Only ever yours, Cain!”

  “That’s my angel,” Cain praised, lowering his head again to tongue her folds with a hunger that he’d never felt in his life. Her hips lifted off the bed and her thighs shook where they rested against his shoulders. Settling a heavy arm over her abdomen, he pinned her to the bed and stilled her, forcing her to experience every moment to its fullest extent.

  “Cain!” she screamed as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. “Cain! I’m going to cum!” she cried, clutching the pillow behind her in white knuckled grip.

  Pushing two fingers deep inside her pussy, he drew her clit from beneath its hood, suckling ravenously as her juices flooded his fingers and her channel contracted around him. “Ah, fuck yeah!” he groaned, licking her furiously as she climaxed against his mouth, her essence spilling against his tongue.

  Lifting his head a moment later, he knew his lips glistened with her cream and he moved up her still shaking body. “Kiss me,” he demanded. “Taste how sweet you are.” Lowering his head, she met his mouth eagerly, parting her lips and sucking his tongue the way she knew he loved.

  He groaned low in his throat as he lifted his head. “I need to fuck you, angel. I need to fuck you hard,” he warned, watching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. His Faith could take him hard – she had before, but he knew that emotionally, she was walking a fine line tonight. “Can you give me that, baby?”

  “Always,” she breathed, locking her slim legs around his waist.

  With one lunge of his hips, he thrust deep, spearing her tight pussy. “Ah, fuck!” he hissed, throwing his head back as her sweet cunt embraced his dick. “You’re so damn tight, Sweetness. So fucking tight and all fucking mine.”

  He grimaced at the sweet agony of being encased inside her molten heat. Palming her ass, he tilted her hips and sank deeper, bottoming out at the mouth of her womb. One day, when she’d gone off the pill, he’d fill that womb with his seed and let it take root. For a moment, he wished that time could be now….that when he spurted into those steamy depths, his seed would bear fruit.

  But he knew that wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

  He wanted a wedding ring on her finger before he gave her his baby; he wanted the privilege of watching her grow ripe with his child and to be there for her during the birth of their offspring.<
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  He’d wait.

  In the meantime, he’d take what he could and leave her satisfied.

  Thrusting hard, they both groaned. With every surge of his hips, the headboard hit the wall. Neither of them cared. His neighbors could get fucked.

  He needed this, and so did she.

  “I love you,” he bit out as he sank into her again and again.

  “Yes! God, yes, Cain! Deeper!” Faith pleaded, clawing at his broad shoulders as she tightened the muscles of her pussy around him.

  “Mmmmm, deeper,” Cain agreed, hammering into her warmth. He fucked her hard, arching his back and flexing his ass with every downward lunge. “I love your pussy,” he panted against her ear. “So wet and warm, baby. I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.”

  Faith met every stroke of his cock with an upward tilt of her pelvis, her feet digging into his muscular ass as she squirmed wantonly beneath him. “And I love your cock,” she whimpered, her eyes falling closed as he found his rhythm and moved in and out of her. “Oh, yeah! Right there, Cain!” she gasped a moment later when his dick found that magical spot inside her and bumped against it. Burying her nails in his back, she gasped as her pleasure climbed higher and her cries grew louder.

  Feeling her pussy contract around his cock, Cain moaned against her ear. “Oh, fuck yeah! There’s the sweet spot, angel,” he purred, nailing it again with a deep thrust and pulling a keening cry from her lips.

  Grunting as he fucked in and out of her slick channel, their sweat slicked bodies rubbed together. He could feel her diamond hard nipples dragging against his chest. He relished the sweet sting of her nails clawing his back and the desperate feel of her teeth burying in his shoulder. His woman was on the verge of a second orgasm, and he couldn’t wait to feel it resonate through his cock.

  “Cain!” Faith screamed as a second pinnacle claimed her. “Cain! CAIN!” she shouted hoarsely before he covered her mouth with his.

  Swallowing her lusty cries, he growled into her mouth as his own cock pulsed inside her. Tearing his lips from hers seconds later, he threw his head back, grunting as he recognized the familiar pressure building in his balls. “Oh, fuck, baby!” he grunted, straining against her. “I’m gonna cum!”

  “Give it to me, Cain,” Faith beckoned, her sweet voice adding an extra layer of acute feeling to the moment. “I love you.”

  ~***~

  Groaning, Cain’s release barreled into him with the force of a tsunami, long jets of thick white cum painting the shower stall door as it shot forcefully from his body. Pumping his dick in his fist one last time, he sagged against the wall of the shower, breathing hard.

  Opening his eyes, he struggled for breath and blinked back tears. While he’d found release, the past few minutes had been a pursuit of empty pleasure.

  There was no Faith to snuggle and pull close to him now. He was still alone.

  Leaning his head against the wall, he swallowed hard as he recognized the cruel truth: He’d always be alone.

  Faith McKinnon was everything he’d ever wanted…and nothing he’d ever deserved to have.

  Especially after being tainted by this goddamned war.

  It was time to let her go. He had to release her from their promise of forever. Her freedom was the only gift he had left to offer her now.

  The man his Faith had loved was dead, and the shell left in his place was good enough for no decent woman.

  It was time he started that letter that only he could write and leave Faith free to find the future he couldn’t give her anymore.

  Chapter Two

  Paradise, Tennessee -Present Day

  Faith Ann McKinnon blinked back angry tears as she stared out the bank of windows facing the parking lot of her family’s restaurant, the I Don’t Care Café. Red and blue lights were reflected in the glass, and two police cruisers were parked haphazardly in the lot, evidence of their rush to respond to the scene. Resisting the urge to release the scream that had been building for the past half hour was almost more than she could bear. She really wanted to let loose.

  Pressing her lips together until they formed a thin white line, she realized a mere scream couldn’t define what was working its way up her throat. It was more like a war cry.

  Closing her blue eyes, she silently counted to ten and willed her emotions back under control. She’d had a lot of practice doing that in the past few months. She was kinda an expert. One screamer in the family was enough and her sister, Patience, had already claimed that role from the time her tiny ass hit the cradle as a baby. Faith just had to suck it up and tamp it down – at least until she was alone and could give her temper free rein.

  She could hear one of the Paradise town deputies reading the Miranda warning to one of the two redneck men that had wrecked the bar portion of her establishment. Pressing the bloody rag she held clutched between tight fingers to her forehead, she could only wonder what damage had been done to her flesh. Based on the throbbing pain in her head, she suspected she would have a hell of a goose egg come morning.

  Fuck. A flesh wound was a small thing compared to the fact that her sister Honor was going to be pissed. The youngest McKinnon hated when any of her sisters was hurt, but she especially despised when there was blood involved.

  “Let me see how bad it is, Faith,” her other sister, Patience, ordered gently, her hand tugging the towel gently away from Faith’s head and grimacing at what she saw.

  Faith winced when her older sister inhaled sharply. “It’s not that bad,” Faith replied staunchly, refusing to contemplate the possibility that a couple of redneck assholes had gotten the upper hand in tonight’s altercation. The truth was that she had no clue how bad her injury was, but she hated the idea of upsetting any of her siblings and it was clear from Patience’s reaction that this might be a doozy. She just wanted to clean up the mess and go home. She’d take a shower, pop a Band-Aid on her wound, take an aspirin and crawl into bed.

  “It needs stitches,” a deep, too familiar voice drawled from her other side. Jerking her eyes to Abel Turner, Faith forced herself not to react with a sharp retort. It wasn’t Abel’s fault that his brother, Cain, was the world’s biggest coward and asshole. The nice twin (as she taken to calling him in her mind) didn’t deserve her wrath. With an inward sigh, she forced herself to smile. At least, she hoped the stiff twisting of her lips passed for a smile. By the look on Abel’s face, it didn’t. Not even close.

  Sighing, Faith looked between her sister and her former fiancé’s brother. “I’m fine. Really. I didn’t get hit. I fell, y’all.”

  “Yeah,” Patience snorted, “You tripped over some drunken yahoo’s feet when he tried to grab your ass. I was behind the bar, Faith. I saw everything that happened. If it hadn’t been for Abel and that mysterious stranger over there in the corner,” she said, nodding to the far side of the room where a lanky man leaned against the jukebox and spoke quietly to the second sheriff’s deputy, “You would have had a lot worse than a cut on the head.”

  Sighing heavily, Faith let her eyes drift closed again. “I know you already called Honor, but tell me that you didn’t bother Harmony, too,” she begged, hoping against hope that their eldest sister wasn’t about to join in this pointless melee. Harmony was a single mother with a four year old daughter and would freak almost as badly as Honor when she heard about tonight. “I don’t want her dragging Heaven out at this time of night,” she worried, thinking of her cherubic angel of a niece.

  “Honor said we’d catch her up on things in the morning,” Patience answered with a slight grin. “You’ll be saved our eldest sibling’s rant about personal safety until tomorrow.”

  The sisters traded a look of understanding, and Faith sighed again as she rubbed her neck. “That doesn’t comfort me much. Honor is worse than Harm. At least Harm is in your face with the yelling and screaming when she’s upset. Honor is like Mom was; she can break us with one of those disappointed looks.”

  “She worries,” Patience sa
id quietly. “Of all of us, Honor is the one that knows how truly ugly this world can get,” she murmured, frowning as she dabbed the cut on Faith’s head, her nose scrunching as the blood smeared against the towel. “And as much as this pains me to admit, I think Abel is right. You’re gonna need about three stitches, sis.”

  “Told you so,” Abel Turner murmured from beside Faith as he watched Patience’s delicate fingers probe Faith’s wound. “I’ll go get one of the paramedics.”

  Grabbing his arm before he could move, Faith shook her head. “Nuh uh. One of my sisters can give me a ride to the ER after we clean up this mess,” she decided, nodding toward the broken glass and overturned furniture littering the floor.

  “Sis, it’s not that I ever enjoy agreeing with Abel about anything,” Patience returned with a glare at the Turner twin, “But, he’s right. You need to get this taken care of. Like yesterday,” she stressed.

  “And I will, as soon as…”

  Whatever Faith had been about to say died in her throat as the bell above the door tinkled when her youngest sister, Honor, raced into the bar, her legs flying across the wooden planks of the floor and her blonde ponytail flopping wildly. “Faith!” she shouted, her anxious blue eyes darting around the room as she tried to spot her sister. “Faith!”

  “Honor, I’m over here,” Faith called, raising a hand in the air. She would have risen but Abel and Patience had each put a hand on her shoulder to keep her in her chair. “I’m okay, honey,” she began to soothe as Honor’s eyes widened and she rushed toward her.