CBQ6: Kieran and Faith

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Faith

So much for leftovers.

Faith Callaghan sighed, looking into the cast iron Dutch oven. The hearty beef stew she’d had left simmering on the stove was now gone. She’d thought her son Matt had a huge appetite before he’d left for college, but that was nothing compared to what it was now. Apparently, he’d developed a greater appreciation for his mother’s cooking after having to make do with dining hall fare for a few months.

Luckily, between their filled fridge, two chest freezers, and vast supply of home canned goods, they had enough to ride out the next few weeks.

Faith opened the large oven and extracted a second pot, this one containing the chicken pot pie they hadn’t yet discovered. She knew her guys well enough to know that one early dinner wouldn’t sustain them for the rest of the evening.

The state university had extended spring break, then made the call to have all students finish up the semester remotely through online classes. That meant Matt spent a majority of his time in his room, watching lectures and doing homework. Faith had never been to college herself, but it was clear that the workload of college courses was much greater than that of high school.

When Matt wasn’t studying, he was working out with Kieran in the man-cave-slash-work-out shed they’d built at the back of the property. The fitness center Kieran owned and operated—BodyWorks—was closed as part of the state-wide mandate, so Matt and Kieran were recording and live-streaming videos to keep people moving and motivated during the quarantine. So far, they’d been a big hit.

Then again, that wasn’t surprising. In addition to being gorgeous and ripped, her husband was well-known in the small community, and, as hard as it was for her to accept, her son seemed to be following his footsteps.

“When are Matt and Daddy gonna be done? Matt promised he’d play with me.”

Faith turned to her daughter Kassidy, who’d been quietly drawing at the kitchen table while Faith sketched out some design ideas for the addition they were planning for the summer. Much younger than Matt, Kassidy idolized her big brother and was one-hundred percent a daddy’s girl.

“They should be done soon. Why don’t you show me what you have there?”

Kassidy proudly displayed the picture she’d been working on. “It’s a puppy.”

“He’s very cute.”

“All puppies are cute, Mom.”

“Good point.”

“Daddy said maybe we could go looking at shelters when we can go out again.”

Faith’s lips quirked. Yes, she knew about Kieran’s desire to get a dog. “For protection,” he’d said, but there was more to it than that. Faith hadn’t failed to notice the boyish twinkle in his eyes every time he talked about it. Or how her daughter gravitated toward Angus, Lily, George, and Max every time they had a family get together. Kieran was convinced she was going to be a veterinarian someday.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Kieran and Matt came in from outside, with Kieran laughing at something Matt had said. Just as it always did, Faith’s heart sped up at the sight of him. Even after years of being together, she was still sometimes afraid to believe things had worked out the way they had.

Kieran turned to her, his blue eyes sparkling. The truly amazing thing? He looked at her as if he was the lucky one.

“Good session?”

“The best,” he grinned widely, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “This kid’s unstoppable.”

Matt beamed with pride. The skinny fourteen-year-old she’d brought to Pine Ridge years earlier was long gone. In his place, a legal adult towered above her with shoulders twice as broad as they’d once been. Matt had always been a good kid, but Faith had no doubt Kieran’s positive influence was helping him become an outstanding man.

“Matt! Can we play now? You promised!”

Matt ruffled his younger sister’s hair. “You bet. Just let me grab a quick shower first, okay, then it’s fun and games until bedtime, all right?”

“Okay, but don’t take too long,” Kassidy agreed.

“I won’t,” Matt promised with a smile before disappearing.

“I should probably do the same,” Kieran commented.

“Before you do, would you mind taking look at that light in the upstairs bedroom?”

Kieran

Just that quickly, Kieran’s blood heated. Faith’s request sounded innocent enough, but he understood his croie’s secret code. If the kids had been paying attention, they would have realized that the light in the upstairs bedroom received a lot of maintenance.

He tried not to look as if her words thrilled him. With Matt and Kassidy now around twenty-four-seven, finding alone time was a challenge. Sure, he and Faith shared the same bed every night, but there was definitely something to be said for sneaking in some sexy time when the kids were at school or events or with friends.

As it was, he and his beautiful wife were on exactly the same page. Matt’s easy agreement to spend a few hours keeping Kassidy entertained provided an excellent window of opportunity.

“Sure,” he replied, sneakily landing a discreet pat on her ass. “I’ll just grab my toolbox on my way up.”

That was secret code, too. It meant he fully intended to rock her world with his… tool. Yeah. Perhaps not quite as subtle, but it worked well in context.

Her eyes lit up. He made a show of heading out to the garage and coming back in, black box in hand, whistling, before he started up the stairs. He had to hold in his laughter when he heard his daughter say, “Boy, Daddy sure likes fixing stuff, doesn’t he?”

Once in the bedroom he shared with Faith, he set the toolbox down inside the door and extracted the bottle of wine he’d snuck in. He’d picked it up weeks earlier expecting to surprise Faith next time they had the house to themselves, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen anytime soon.

He was just about to turn off the shower when Faith stepped in behind him. Immediately he felt her naked body press up against his back. He turned and wrapped his arms around her, loving the feel of her much softer curves conforming so perfectly to his much-harder body.

Her hand reached between them and stroked his arousal. “Looks like you started without me.”

“Not even close.”

He leaned down and captured her mouth, pouring his desire and love into the kiss. She opened for him, moving her hand down to cup him and squeeze lightly. He responded by lifting her onto the bench seat he’d installed and going to his knees before her.

“I’m so glad we went with the bigger stall when we redid the bathroom,” she moaned.

He agreed whole-heartedly. The ancient claw-foot tub that came with the house had been nice, but not as appealing as deluxe, six-head shower model with fold-up seat and hand attachments they’d replaced it with when they renovated.

He filled his hands with the moisturizing body wash she liked so much and ran it over her skin, moving quickly but paying some areas more attention than others. His lips found hers at the same time his fingers delved between her thighs.

She hummed softly in pleasure, the sound audible only to his ears. Her wetness was hotter, silkier, than the shower water raining down around them. Grasping his shoulders, she lifted her hips in small, rhythmic, impatient thrusts, nails biting into his skin when she clamped down around him.

“Your turn,” she murmured against his lips when his fingers continued to play.

“Later.”

“No. Now.”

He grinned at the demand in her voice and reconsidered. He could be flexible, if that’s what she really wanted. After all, he’d do anything to make his croie happy.

They exchanged places, Kieran on the bench seat and Faith between his knees. Her eyes glittered as she soaped up her hands and lavished much-appreciated attention on him, being particularly thorough. When she added her mouth, he saw stars. The feel of her tongue on his tip and her hand stroking his length while her other hand cupped and fondled brought him to the edge far quicker than he’d anticipated.

With a growl, he lifted her up, then stood himself. Between one heartbeat and the next, the bench seat was folded flush against the tile wall and so was Faith’s back. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he cupped her ass in his large hands and eased her down onto him. Water pounded against his back as he pounded into her.

The soft slap of flesh on flesh was lost to the sound of the water as they climbed toward the peak together. He was so close; it was an effort to make it last. When he felt her tightening around him, he offered a silent thanks and increased his pace so they came together in stunning climax.

“Thanks. I needed that,” she murmured, melting into his embrace, trusting him to hold her as he pressed soft kisses along her jawline and continued to pulse out his release deep inside her. There was no place on earth he’d rather be. Nothing else he’d rather be doing.

“You never have to thank me for that,” he chuckled.

“Just want you to know you’re appreciated. Finding alone time is going to be challenge. I get the feeling the quarantine is going to last longer than originally thought.”

He laughed and kissed the top of her nose. “Then I guess you’re going to have to find more things for me to take care of around here.”

She grinned wickedly. “Well, now that you mention it…”