Page 253 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Her eyes watered.

She loved it.

Siena stroked him at the same time she sucked him. She let her teeth work magic as they grazed the sensitive skin of his shaft, while her tongue flicked at the head of his dick every time she came back up to the top.

She could feel his heartbeat in his shaft.

Racing.

Thumping.

Out of control.

So close, so close …

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” John groaned.

She looked up through her lashes, and he was already staring at her. Dark hazel met light blue, and Siena was lost for those few seconds.

Frozen.

Perfect.

So happy.

John brought her back from that bubble following her around with one loud, sharp shout of her name. He came hard, held her tight to his cock, and blew his load down her throat. She took every bit of him in, cleaned the rest of him up with her tongue, and then kissed her way back up his chest.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” John muttered into his hand.

Siena kissed the back of it. “Hey.”

He peeked out at her. “Hey. Nice way to wake up.”

She grinned. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Don’t help yourself more often.”

“Noted,” she said with a laugh.

John cleared his throat, and love reflected back in his eyes as he stared at her “What in the hell are you doing here? Almost got yourself killed, Siena.”

“You would not have done anything to me.”

Silently, he reached his hand under his pillow, and when he slid it back out, a gun came with it. “We’re a shoot first, ask later kind of family.”

Yikes.

“Next time, I’ll call.”

“Please.” He pulled her down for another quick kiss, then asked, “Seriously, though, what are you doing here? Don’t they have you on lockdown, or something?”

“Usually. They’re all kind of … distracted tonight. Being at the hospital, and everything.”

John raised a brow high. “Something happened?”

“Kev, yeah.”

“Siena.”