Page 109 of Loyalty

Something unknown warred in his eyes. She was seeing that from him more and more lately, and sometimes, she could hear it in his voice. She didn’t know what it was, or how to fix it.

Then again, maybe it wasn’t something that could be fixed. Or rather, it was something that didn’t need to be fixed.

It was just another part of him.

“Siena—”

“Don’t,” she interjected. “It’s okay, John.”

“Is it?”

“It is. I told you it was. I’ll never say something if I don’t mean it.”

His lips curved into one of her favorite grins. “Yeah, I got that. I’m never going to be able to let something like that go, though. Somebody insulting you, or fucking with you. I can’t—they’re lucky a beating is all they got from me. I can’t change that, love.”

“You could be more careful.”

It was the best she had.

John just laughed. “Yeah, something like that.”

She could still hear a lilt in his tone that suggested he still felt like he had to put up a wall between them. Keep the distance a bit.

Siena couldn’t have that.

Not now.

Her next kiss came down hard on his lips. Demanding and wanting from him, and taking more when his lips parted to let her in. The squeeze of his hands against her side only urged her on. Like a shot of heat and lust straight to her veins, she only wanted more.

Always more.

She knew then that she had him caught—his focus and attention was all on her. His needs would tangle with hers, and lead them down a better path.

It took no time at all for their clothes to be removed, and discarded. His fingertips drifted over her cheeks, and down her throat while she climbed back into his lap. The foil packet he’d pulled from his pants before taking them off was passed over, and she tore it open.

John’s mouth traveled a hot pathway under her chin, and down her throat. Her fingers shook while she slid cool, slick latex down his hardened length. He lifted her easily by grabbing onto her hips. She had his cock heavy in her hand, and hard between her thighs in the next breath.

Nothing was better than that first thrust. The way he filled her full, and took her completely. It was addictive—how he stretched her, and the way she soaked him.

Every single time.

It was always the same.

It was still so different.

Filled full of him, and feeling the way her sex clenched tighter as his hips flexed upward, Siena let out a happy little sigh.

“Love that,” she whispered.

John’s hand left her hip, so he could ghost his fingertips over her trembling lips. “What do you need, love?”

“You.”

His grin colored with sin.

His gaze only reflected her.

John pinched Siena’s chin between his forefinger and thumb to draw her closer. Their lips grazed while he pressed his forehead to hers. Her hair made a curtain around them. It blocked out the rest of the world, like it didn’t even exist in the first fucking place.