countless times over the years but now the gesture took on a poignant new meaning for him.
For her too, probably, he suspected.
“Play Come Monday for me,” she softly asked. “Please?”
One of her favorites. While he knew his voice wasn't as good as Kade's he softly sang to her, trying not to cry his way through the words.
He realized at the end of the song that she'd fallen asleep. The door swung open again and Kade looked in.
“Is she finally out?” he whispered.
Seth nodded and carefully put his guitar aside, trying not to jostle Leah. “How long have you been standing there?”
“I knew she came in here. I wanted to make sure she was okay.” He walked in and carefully scooped her into his arms.
Seth beat his jealous pang back into submission.
He didn't care what Kaden said, she was still Kaden's wife.
“Good night, Seth,” he whispered.
Seth nodded and waited for a moment, until he was sure Kaden had returned to their room.
He quietly closed the den door and picked up his guitar again.
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Chapter 6
Seth awoke the next morning feeling drained and sluggish. He'd made it to bed a little after three a.m. but his sleep was anything but soothing.
So many conflicting emotions swirling through him—
kaden'sdying
—mixed with that the fear he couldn't step up and be enough for Leah no matter what he promised her.
He had class at one. Thank God tomorrow was Saturday. He felt he'd need a couple of days to vegetate. It was a little after seven when he stepped into the shower. Not having to work, he could at least get some study time in this morning.
The image of Leah bent over that bench...
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cool shower tile. He fisted his cock, stroking, trying to work out a little tension. He wouldn't deny he'd love to sink his dick into her, or feel her lips around him but she wasn't his.
Not yet.
Seth stroked, finally able to shove conscious thought out of his mind in lieu of physical pleasure. He pounded his cock. It didn't take long, and surprised him that the memory of her coming while strapped to that bench and being spanked by Kaden was what pushed him over.
As he recovered, taking deep breaths, a knock on his bathroom door startled him. He jumped, slipped, nearly fell but caught himself.
“Yeah?” he hoarsely called.
The door opened. Through the opaque shower door glass he made out Leah's shape.
“I brought your coffee.”
He reddened, embarrassed. “Thanks.”
“Want me to scrub your back for you?”
Despite what he'd just done his cock immediately stiffened. “No,” he hoarsely said, “I'm good. Thanks.”
“You sure?”
“Um, yeah. Thanks. It's just ... you know...” He couldn't finish and prayed she wouldn't open the shower door.
“Too soon?” she offered.
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“Did you want French toast or pancakes?”
He looked down at his soft paunch. He wasn't horribly overweight but he wasn't happy with how he'd let himself go over the years. He'd need to get back in shape. Next to Kaden he looked fat. “I need to go on a diet.”
She leaned against the counter. “You need to eat a good breakfast. I'll make you a salad for lunch.”
What did it say about him that he could have a conversation with her like this?
He'd better get used to it.
“Pancakes, please.”
She sounded happy. “Good. I'll have everything ready when you get out.”
“Thanks.”
She left. He seriously considered jerking off again but by the time he finished his shower he'd softened. He shaved, then went to get dressed. He stopped in the bathroom doorway.
Something was off. But what?
He looked around and it hit him. Leah had made the bed.
A wave of guilt swept through him. He'd meant to do it after his shower.
He caught sight of himself in the mirror over the dresser. A week ago, he'd been stuck in his rut but at least with a plan. In the space of just a couple of days his life had taken a hard right
For her too, probably, he suspected.
“Play Come Monday for me,” she softly asked. “Please?”
One of her favorites. While he knew his voice wasn't as good as Kade's he softly sang to her, trying not to cry his way through the words.
He realized at the end of the song that she'd fallen asleep. The door swung open again and Kade looked in.
“Is she finally out?” he whispered.
Seth nodded and carefully put his guitar aside, trying not to jostle Leah. “How long have you been standing there?”
“I knew she came in here. I wanted to make sure she was okay.” He walked in and carefully scooped her into his arms.
Seth beat his jealous pang back into submission.
He didn't care what Kaden said, she was still Kaden's wife.
“Good night, Seth,” he whispered.
Seth nodded and waited for a moment, until he was sure Kaden had returned to their room.
He quietly closed the den door and picked up his guitar again.
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Chapter 6
Seth awoke the next morning feeling drained and sluggish. He'd made it to bed a little after three a.m. but his sleep was anything but soothing.
So many conflicting emotions swirling through him—
kaden'sdying
—mixed with that the fear he couldn't step up and be enough for Leah no matter what he promised her.
He had class at one. Thank God tomorrow was Saturday. He felt he'd need a couple of days to vegetate. It was a little after seven when he stepped into the shower. Not having to work, he could at least get some study time in this morning.
The image of Leah bent over that bench...
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cool shower tile. He fisted his cock, stroking, trying to work out a little tension. He wouldn't deny he'd love to sink his dick into her, or feel her lips around him but she wasn't his.
Not yet.
Seth stroked, finally able to shove conscious thought out of his mind in lieu of physical pleasure. He pounded his cock. It didn't take long, and surprised him that the memory of her coming while strapped to that bench and being spanked by Kaden was what pushed him over.
As he recovered, taking deep breaths, a knock on his bathroom door startled him. He jumped, slipped, nearly fell but caught himself.
“Yeah?” he hoarsely called.
The door opened. Through the opaque shower door glass he made out Leah's shape.
“I brought your coffee.”
He reddened, embarrassed. “Thanks.”
“Want me to scrub your back for you?”
Despite what he'd just done his cock immediately stiffened. “No,” he hoarsely said, “I'm good. Thanks.”
“You sure?”
“Um, yeah. Thanks. It's just ... you know...” He couldn't finish and prayed she wouldn't open the shower door.
“Too soon?” she offered.
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“Did you want French toast or pancakes?”
He looked down at his soft paunch. He wasn't horribly overweight but he wasn't happy with how he'd let himself go over the years. He'd need to get back in shape. Next to Kaden he looked fat. “I need to go on a diet.”
She leaned against the counter. “You need to eat a good breakfast. I'll make you a salad for lunch.”
What did it say about him that he could have a conversation with her like this?
He'd better get used to it.
“Pancakes, please.”
She sounded happy. “Good. I'll have everything ready when you get out.”
“Thanks.”
She left. He seriously considered jerking off again but by the time he finished his shower he'd softened. He shaved, then went to get dressed. He stopped in the bathroom doorway.
Something was off. But what?
He looked around and it hit him. Leah had made the bed.
A wave of guilt swept through him. He'd meant to do it after his shower.
He caught sight of himself in the mirror over the dresser. A week ago, he'd been stuck in his rut but at least with a plan. In the space of just a couple of days his life had taken a hard right
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