Page 142 of Loyalty

“But it doesn’t feel that way with you,” John admitted. “Or if it does, it’s a good feeling.”

“It’s good to drown?”

“To drown in you, sure.”

She reached for him, then, pulling him close again for a kiss that was harder, and deeper. Her tongue snaked into his mouth, and battled with his. Her hands slid down his naked, wet chest, and then her fingers slipped lower. His breath caught hard in his throat when her hands circled around his cock.

One stroke, then two.

Three, then four.

He was hard as hell in her palms, and she just kept stroking him awake even more.

“Fuck,” he grunted against her mouth. “You’re going to make me want something else, love.”

“Please.”

That was all she said.

Please.

His heart raced with want. His blood thickened with need.

He ran his hands down her sides, and grabbed a handful of her ass to grind her lower half in to him. She widened her legs even more, and hooked her heels at his lower back.

“Fuck, my pants are on the other side,” he said, dragging himself away from her mouth.

His unspoken words clung heavily in the air. They didn’t fuck without condoms. It was never a question as John always used them.

“I have the shot, John,” Siena said, stroking a finger down his lips. “I get it on time, and I’m not with anybody else.”

His gaze cut back to her. “I sure fucking hope not.”

Her eyes lowered.

He realized his mistake instantly.

“Me, either, huh?”

Siena nodded, and her lips curved at the edge. “Good to know. It’s fine, though. Just me and you, John.”

Yeah, him and her.

The way it should be.

The way he needed it to be.

John worked fast after that to drag Siena’s white cotton panties down over her legs, and toss them aside. Like the rest of her, the panties were soaked. He fit himself between her thighs, and let her pull him close as his cock slid through the lips of her sex.

Her back came up out of the water in an arch when he thrust in. Every single fucking inch of her took him in, and hugged him tight.

She was wet, sure, but her pussy was something else. Warmer than the water, and wrapping all around him. A deep ache settled in his chest as he tried to stay still for a second—long enough to feel her, and just be. Without something between them. All bare, and feeling everything because of it.

Just like that, he was inside her, and everything was right again.

He was alive again.

Breathing again.