Page 112 of Beau & Autumn

“Hey.” I stretch one arm out and she slides under the duvet and snuggles up to me. “You okay?”

She kisses my chest. “I’m okay, Beauster. Just a little shocked, to be honest.”

“You don’t hold out much hope she’ll change her ways?”

She sniffs. “There’s always hope. I just want it to be true.”

I plant a kiss on top of her head. “So do I. At least now she knows where you stand and it’s up to her to make an effort.”

“I feel so guilty. Even though she’s been awful to us, she’s still my mom.”

“She also still wanted you to marry that cheater.” Not that she needs reminding, it’s like a thorn in my side. Autumn should be worshiped, not cheated on and lied to.

I would never do that to her. There’s too much of her to love to ever betray her like that.

“I know.”

We lie together in silence until I reach over and turn off the bedside lamp. Sometimes just laying here like this is enough. Her being in my arms feels like the safest place on earth. “I’m so proud of you for tonight, for standing your ground.”

“I still can’t believe my dad.”

“Tell me about it,” I snort. “I think I’m beginning to really dig him.”

She kisses my chest again, then looks up at me. I dip to meet her mouth and our slow kiss turns heated quickly as I tip her chin up. Rolling her over, she gazes up at me and my heart swells once more with the love I see in her eyes.

“I want to make love to my wife,” I tell her, my chub growing harder with each passing second. “These little sleep shorts leave nothing to the imagination, by the way.”

She grins. “Uh, that’s the general idea, hubs.”

I meet her mouth again, brushing her lips with mine. “Looks like my wayward little wife might need a reminder that she can just slide into bed wearing nothing.” I reach down and slide her shorts off. She lifts her hips to help me as her fingers fumble with my boxers. As soon as my dick springs free, she reaches to the hem of her sleep tank and pulls it off and I stare down at her perfect breasts.

“I’m so glad we did this,” she whispers.

“Is that because I’m good in bed?” I smirk against her soft lips.

“Not just that.”

I reach down, sucking a nipple into my mouth, causing her to let out a sexy groan. I hold the base of my dick and tease her hot pussy, not penetrating, but circling that bundle of nerves that always sets her off. I do it over and over again as she grips my ass, encouraging me as she tips her head back and comes all over the length of my dick. I don’t wait, I slide into her and she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, Wifey.”

Her eyes pop open. “Oh, Beau.”

I move in and out, my hands pressed either side of her head on the pillows and I circle my hips, feeling her clench. “I can’t believe we took so long to do this,” I mutter.

“I know,” she moans. “To think we could’ve been doing this for years…”

“We’re together now, that’s all that matters.”

She cries out when I grab her knees and push them backward, her ass lifting off the bed as I claim her even deeper. “Beau!”

The sound of her losing control quickly sends me over the edge as I let go with a deep grunt. I fill her with slow, hot spurts as I try to hold onto my sanity.

Finally, I still. Her hands digging into my ass as we try to control our breathing. I roll to my side, bringing her with me, still buried deep inside because I don’t want to lose the connection.

“I don’t know what my life would look like without you in it,” I whisper.

She folds into my arms. “I can’t wait to marry you again, Hubs.”

---