Page 98 of Beau & Autumn

Beau sketched me and Bruiser as superheros.

How old are these pictures?

I have so many questions. I’m in shock and in a huge amount of awe. My heart soars as I take in the detail and how much work this would’ve taken. There are so many.

Heat pools between my legs and my nipples pebble thinking of the fact my husband drew me long before we were married. These aren’t pieces he’s just whipped up overnight.

I need to find him.

I take a last glance at the artwork and walk in the back door and see all the lights are out; he’s either gaming or having an early night. I know he’s been collaborating with Fletcher on this new app thing they’ve been scheming up. The whole gaming thing amuses me to no end. I was worried at first that he’d spend all his time playing — these things can be addictive after all — but I know how good Beau is at balancing everything. I know I’m not going to become a ghost to his plinky plonk, as I call it.

I smile, turning toward the door as I enter the house. I start to strip off my clothes as I walk. “Husband?” I call in a sultry voice.

I don’t hear anything. The whole house is completely quiet. Maybe he’s not gaming after all. I nudge our bedroom door open and see Bruiser asleep in his fluffy bed on the floor. Then I hear the soft whir of Beau’s breathing as he sleeps too.

Dropping the rest of my clothes to the floor, I make my way to the bed and slide under the covers, pressing my front to his back as I wrap my arms around him.

He stirs immediately, but that’s probably because my hands can’t help but reach for his cock. “Baby?” he whispers.

“It’s me, husband,” I whisper back. He turns to face me. His arms reaching out, pulling me into his chest. I breathe in his warmth and the scent of his faded cologne. Instinctively pressing my body toward his, my other hand runs up his stomach and abs, enjoying how his body feels.

“You seem happy to see me,” he mutters, yawning faintly in the moonlight.

“I am.” I squeeze his dick a little tighter. “I just slipped through the garage, Beauster. I saw some things on my way.”

He stills for a moment. “Oh.”

I kiss his neck, swirling my tongue over his warm skin. “Yes, oh.”

I glance up at him in the dark. I can’t quite see his eyes, but I know he’s watching me.

“Did you see…”

I slide my hand under the drawstring of his pajama pants and he hisses. “Yes. And I’m sorry for peeking. I mean, I would’ve seen it eventually, right?”

His hand trails down my neck as I fondle him, his palm enclosing over my breast as I groan. “You peeked?”

“I peeked.” I snag my lip between my teeth. “And I love it, Beau. I love it so much. You drew me and Bruiser. You made us look like superheroes.”

He circles his hand around the back of my head, his mouth moving to cover mine. He kisses me deep and slow. His tongue finds mine as we intertwine and swirl against each other. “You are my superheroes, Wifey. You’re my warrior queen, do you know that? I should worship you.”

I roll him onto his back as his head dips into the pillow. I slide over the top of him. “I know I love you, Beau Bassett.” I smile down at him, my heart feeling so full that he’s mine. “And I think it’s time I worshiped you. After all, I am the warrior queen. I should be able to manage it.”

His chest rumbles beneath me as the warmth of his stare heats my core.

Grabbing my ass with his hands, he grins. “Bring it on, Wifey.”

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Beau

Brookie

So, how’s married life, little brother? You know, I can give you some tips on how to keep your wife on cloud 9

VirtualHero

Please, God no more stories about you and Eden on hay bales

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