Page 365 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

FIFTEEN

After the kind of day John had, the only thing he wanted to do was come home and lose himself in his wife. Whether that meant watching her read, or holding her while she slept, or even better, getting to fuck away his worries and problems with her. She offered the latter sitting on those stairs.

He wasn’t about to refuse.

John understood once they came out of this haze together, he was going to have to revisit the shitty day and answer all the questions he found staring at him in his wife’s eyes. He would get there—he’d handle that, too, just like he managed everything else.

Not right now, though.

For the moment, he lost himself in the sight of Siena riding him to a slow finish in their bed while she still trembled from her orgasm just moments before. Those dark waves of hers fell over her naked shoulders. She used her hands on his wrists where he kept his palms flat to the small—barely noticeable—swell of her abdomen to work him with every lift and lower of her body. All those breathy, sweet sounds that crawled out of her were music to his ears.

He’d never get enough.

Not of her.

“Come,” she whispered.

Once, and then twice.

His name on her lips teased him.

When he did finally reach his peak, it came in strong and fast despite her steady, but slow pace. She took him deep and held him steady as he groaned out his approval for her while his cock jerked inside her snug, wet pussy.

This was what he needed.

So badly.

He bet she knew it, too.

After, with their sheets still smelling like them, John rested with his back against the headboard of their bed while Siena snuggled on top of him. With his palm flat to her stomach, and his other tight around her back, he finally felt more settled than he had in a long while.

Funny how that worked.

Her fingertips traced soft lines along the grooves of his chest while her breaths came out even and steady. Had she not been touching him, then he might have thought she fell asleep. Which, frankly, would have been easier. Then, maybe she would forget he promised to talk.

Except …

Well, he didn’t hide things from his wife.

Or he tried hard not to.

“Leonard has cancer,” he murmured.

Siena’s touches stopped all at once before her head darted up. Those wide eyes of hers met his own, and John gave a small shrug at the sight of her concern. “What?”

“Yeah, I found out right about the same time we learned you were pregnant. He’s been doing treatments and you know how fucking chemo is, Siena.”

She gave a small sigh. “Hard.”

And tiring.

No, exhausting.

“He wasn’t always going to be feeling well enough to do my sessions,” John muttered, “and so he decided to get me working with someone else.”

Siena’s brow dipped. “Who?”

“You don’t know him—better you don’t. Cree’s methods are … not at all like Leonard’s but honestly, I like the difference. One pushes me in a different way than the other does. And you know, Leonard had a treatment yesterday—one of his last—so that’s probably why he didn’t pick up your call today. He called to let me know he wouldn’t make it but that Cree was in town if I felt like I needed to sit down.”