Page 80 of Beau & Autumn

A groan leaves my throat when I feel her hand on my ass and she pulls me farther against her. My dick pushes up against her stomach and she gasps. “Holy shit,” I hear her whisper.

“You think he’s gonna stay quiet when you’re kissing me like this? I loved kissing you too, by the way.”

“We can be friends and still do this, right?”

Do what? Is she meaning we’re gonna… Oh, fuck.

“Yeah,” I mutter, my hands gripping her waist tighter. “We’ll figure something out.”

I’m walking her backward and her hand grips my shirt as her legs hit the back of the couch. She falls back onto the cushions, taking me with her and I brace one hand down beside her head to stop myself crushing her. “I want you, Beauster.”

My eyes grow wide. “You do?”

“How long since you had sex?”

I think for a moment. It’s been a while. “I don’t know, maybe like, six months?”

“That long?”

“Admittedly, I’ve been on a bit of a dry spell, but I’ve been busy.” Maybe I sound defensive, but I still want her to know there’s been nobody else. “What about you?”

“Three months. Since… my ex.” I’m glad she doesn’t say his name. I don’t need to ever hear it. Imagining him inside my wife makes me want to ride on over to his place and beat his face in.

“I just want you to be sure. Once we go there, it’s done, we can’t go back.” Here I was thinking making out was gonna be epic, but now we could be having sex. I don’t know how I died and suddenly became the luckiest bastard on the planet.

“I mean, we need sex,” she whispers. “It’s healthy. And, uh, we’re not technically legal until we consummate the marriage.”

“Uh, huh, well, that says it all.” I chuckle. Our breaths are ragged and I stare down at her.

“You have pretty eyes, Beauster. Did I ever tell you that?”

I smirk. “Not as pretty as yours, Autumn Leaf.”

A soft smile crosses her lips. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known.”

“You won’t be saying that once we’re naked,” I blurt out. To my delight her cheeks pinken right before my eyes. I’m about to correct myself and remind her that we don’t have to get naked, that we can do as much or little as she wants, but she’s running her hands over my ass and I fucking like it.

“Tell me you want me,” I hear the strain in her voice. It’s as if nobody has ever told her, which can’t be true. Guys must tell her all the time.

“You know that I do.” Am I meant to be faking it, or telling her the truth? Somewhere along the lines, the rules became fuzzy. Everything is distorted and I don’t know up from down . All I know is Autumn. She’s like an angel underneath me and she wants me to make her feel good.She wants me.

“Say it.”

“I want you, Wifey.”

She pulls me by the lapels of my shirt so my chest presses into hers. “Then show me, husband. Because I need to feel you right now.”

Neither of us can even blame alcohol since all we had to drink was sweet tea at her parents’ place. “I just don’t want you to regret anything,” I manage, my lips hovering dangerously over hers. “Once friends have sex?—”

“Like you said, we’ll work it out.” She sounds needy for it. Desperate. And I fucking love every second of her begging. I want more of it. I want her to beg me to take her. “Do you want me, Beau?”

A primal need takes over and I shift my hips, pressing my dick into her stomach. “Do you feel that, Wifey? Does that feel like a man who doesn’t want his wife?”

She visibly swallows and I smirk. Oh, she feels it. “I heard rumors about the Bassetts being hung like horses.”

I snort. “Oh, God. Please do not give me any visuals of my brothers, you’ll make it go away.”

She kneads my ass as I shift and my dick rubs against her again. It feels so fucking good. “We may be pretending, but for tonight, let’s do what makes us both feel good.”

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