Page 47 of She Autumn Be Mine

“Jake.” She reached up and took my face in both hands, the way I’d taken hers before. “Kiss your wife.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Nothing between us this time, I kissed her thoroughly, claiming her. She moaned into my mouth, and her fingers went into my hair, and mine went into hers, scattering pins across the floorboards.

I found the top button of her dress, my forehead against hers. “How many buttons?”

“Thirty-five,” she chuckled.

“Couldn’t make it easy on me?”

“Nope. Take your time,” she smiled against my lips.

I turned her around and gave them the full workout, one at a time, my mouth following my fingers—across her shoulders, the curve of her neck, down the warm skin over her spine—until she was trembling for a whole new reason and the dress slid down to her waist. I stood and helped her out of it, and my wife stood in the candlelight and let me look at her.

“First time I’ve seen you,” I said, touring her body and managing my own breathing. “Every curve, Autumn.”

“The candles are being generous⁠—”

“Don’t say that.” I tipped her chin up, held her eyes. “No bad words allowed about my wife on our wedding night. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, whether you’re wrangling a toddler, or a bar crowd. But this body of yours is for me. Mine.”

The last of her shyness left. She stepped out of her boots, closed the distance, and set about my shirt buttons with steady hands, slower than I deserved. Her palms mapped every inch she uncovered like she was finally being paid back for a year of not touching. When her fingers traced the scar low on my ribs, she looked up.

“Someday I’ll tell you about every scar on me.”

“Someday,” she agreed. “Tonight I just want to feel them.”

We lay on the bed. I kept my word—every first got its moment, and I narrated them against her skin. “First time I’ve kissed you here.” My lips dipped down between her full breasts, then my mouth across her nipples.

“Mm. Jake.”

“First time you’ve said my name like that.”

She pressed me onto my back. She got brave, then bold, then downright dangerous, wrapping her hands, then her lips, around my aching cock. The sounds my wife made in the back of her throat rewired me for life. Nothing in my past prepared me for my wife like this, with a year of patience finally off its leash. My control had about a second to snap, and I let her hear exactly what she was doing to me.

“First time—Christ, pumpkin—first time you’ve touched me there.” I hissed and pulled her off before she ended me right there. It was my turn to please. I picked her up and planted her wet center on my face.

“Ooh. Jake.” Her nails bit into my scalp, her breath ragged, her whole body pulled taut as new fence wire.

“Ride my face, baby. First time.” If I suffocated the first time between her thighs I’d die happy, too. Her hips circled, gyrated, ground into me. I memorized the spot that produced the best moans and didn’t stop flicking and sucking there until she shook and cried out and came on me for the first time. “Fuck, how’d I get so lucky to have a sweet wife who tastes so good?”

“Mm. I-I need⁠—”

“I know what you need, Mrs. McCall. Me.” I flipped her onto her back and hovered over her. Our fingers laced and I pressed them into the pillow beside her head, and waited until her eyes found mine—wide open, wet again, but nothing like before. “I’ve got you. That’s the vow. Every night, starting now.”

“Then take me. I’m yours, Jake. I think I always was.”

“I knew the moment I met you, you would be.” I kissed the words onto her mouth, the hard press of my cock teasing her entrance. But there was another first to be had yet—we had to negotiate that one. Men I served with never made it home to meet their babies. I’d carried that weight a long, long time. I was the one who got to come home—and I intended to live like it.

“Are you on the pill, sweetheart?”

“No insurance. Remember?”

I grinned, assuming so.

“Why the smile?”

“Because I know your ex is less than half the man I am. But there’s one thing he got that I didn’t yet. Something I’ve dreamed about since you agreed to marry me. I want to put my baby inside of you.” My cock twitched for emphasis, growing even bigger. I bucked against her thigh, like a stallion ready to stake his claim. “Fuck, feel what you do to me? The thought of getting you pregnant, seeing our baby grow inside of you. I want that. If you’re not ready, I understand. We can use one of these condoms Ivy conveniently supplied on the nightstand.”

“A baby? You want that?”