Chapter 23
Jasper
Jasper
I’m outside…How about those fries?
Mable
There’s no way you’re outside my dorm at 11:00 at night.
Jasper
You mentioned wanting fries…
Was I being a bit over the top? Probably.
Did I care? Not at all. Our girl had mentioned wanting fries a few times throughout the day, so it seemed only logical that I’d get her some.
She had been planning to go to one of the cafeterias on campus but got distracted with her coursework.
So, like the good perceptive pack mate I was, I’d decided to take her out for some late-night treats.
Fries are best fresh, otherwise I would have brought them to her and gotten cuddles that much quicker.
Late-night snacks had worked out really well for Percy, who got a whole night of cuddling. It was officially my turn.
Getting out of the car, I leaned against it as I looked up at the window that I knew led to Mable’s dorm room.
The curtain twitched as she glanced out, her jaw dropping in surprise when she realized I was, indeed, outside, ready to deliver on her request for French fries and not back at the penthouse.
Mable
You’re crazy…
Mable
Give me five minutes to get dressed.
I grinned, happy as a damn clam as I texted her back.
Jasper
Don’t get dressed up for me. We’re only going through a drive-through. You can wear your jammies if you want.
Mable
…
Jasper
You’re tempted, aren’t you? Come on, I know how uncomfortable you’ve been lately. Just come downstairs in your jammies, throw on a pair of shoes, and we will go through a drive-through and get you fed with some yummy fast food before you go to sleep.
I wanted her to wear whatever she felt comfortable in.
She could wear a potato sack, and she would be just as beautiful.
I doubted she would believe that, but it was the truth.
I was only wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that I was pretty sure had some suspicious stains on it.
It had been a long day, and I hadn’t had time to change before coming out to see our girl.
No time for fashion when Mable needs fries.
There were no messages for a few minutes, and as I was starting to worry she wasn’t coming down, the door opened, and Mable padded out. Wearing a pair of dark sweatpants and a T-shirt that said, “plants are my soil mates,” she looked fucking amazing.
Her bump was growing, as she was a little over halfway through her pregnancy, so the T-shirt fabric was straining slightly against it. I loved being able to see her bump, a reminder that we were going to have a baby in a few short months.
“You look stunning,” I said with complete sincerity, my heart rate picking up speed the longer I stared at her.
“I look a mess,” she said, shaking her head. “But someone offered me fries!”
As she spoke, she rounded the car and slid into the passenger seat. I got in, taking my seat behind the wheel and beaming over at her. Her sweet maple scent was already filling the car. Taking her out was the best idea I’d had in a while, and I was going to be damn sure to make every moment count.
“I’m going to take you for the best fries in town,” I declared confidently, throwing the car into drive.
It only took a few minutes to drive to the little burger shack off the beaten path.
It was a popular hangout for those in the know, but if you hadn’t been told about Aldo’s, there was no way you’d know they had the absolute, hands-down, best fries in a twenty-mile radius.
Best of all, it only had the drive-through and a few seats out front.
Dives always meant better food, and Aldo’s was proof of that. They made everything from scratch when you ordered it, their specialties being burgers, hot dogs with all the fixings, and, of course, French fries. Fries that they made from scratch right down to peeling the potatoes each day.
Perfection.
I pulled up to the window on the side of the small building, leaning through my open window to call out our order to a speaker shaped like a hot dog. The crew inside was on it, and in no time, we were presented with two monstrous brown containers of the best damn loaded fries around.
“This place is so small.” Mable cocked her head, eyeing me.
“Trust me. Small means better. This place has a reputation for a reason. Hell, even the plain fries are good, and they give them to you in a brown paper bag.”
Mable laughed, and I pulled the car into a parking spot, one of only five in the tiny lot. Doling out the plastic forks and a wad of napkins for each of us, I waited for her to take her first bite.
“Holy frijoles! These are so good!” Mable moaned as she shoved another forkful of fries into her mouth.
I had found Aldo’s not long after moving to California.
They offered a variety of loaded fries. I had gone for the kimchi-loaded fries, and she had gone for the cheeseburger ones.
Though kimchi wasn’t my favorite, Mable had been deliberating between the two, so I picked it so that she could try mine.
“They’re pretty awesome, right? Worth leaving your nest for?” I raised a brow at her, smiling as she chewed.
Mable nodded enthusiastically. “I will leave my nest any time to get these fries.”
“Good to know.” I beamed, so damn happy that I had given her something good. “Have you been having any other cravings?”
Mable shook her head. “Between all the snacks you guys keep getting me and the meal delivery service that suddenly started delivering to my dorm—and I think I may have Devin to blame for that—I am set for any and all of my cravings.”
Devin had been worried about her nutritional intake, so he had organized the team nutritionist to have a meal delivery service to her dorm. It was good to know that they were keeping it healthy and tasty.
Smiling, I took a bite, high on the happiness and sweet maple scent Mable exuded in waves. “We just want to make sure you have everything you could need.”
“I’m being completely spoiled. Don’t you worry. Oh”—Mable looked down at the container in her hands with a little pout—“they’re gone…”
I had to bite back a laugh. She’d demolished her food in record time.
Without saying a word, I handed her my own container of kimchi fries. She looked at me for a moment, clearly torn between taking the fries and being polite.
“Eat. We can always order more if you’re still hungry afterwards.”
Taking the fries, she took a bite, humming happily as she did so. My heart did that fluttering thing again, and damn, there wasn’t a thing in the world that could keep me from smiling. Wiggling in her seat, Mable did a little happy dance that was easily the cutest thing I had seen in weeks.
“Between this and breakfast for dinner, I have never been so well fed in my entire life. I swear, this baby isn’t going to want breast milk when they come out of the womb. They’re going to demand all the fancy food they’ve become accustomed to.”
“If we could do that, we totally would,” I assured her.
She sighed, putting down the now-empty take-out container. “I’m going to dream about those fries…”
I knew exactly what I’d been dreaming of, and as much as it was a stretch, what did I have to lose?
Cleaning up and taking the trash to the garbage, I slid back inside the car, greeted by Mable’s delicious scent.
Her contentment had made it strong enough to overpower even the lingering smell of our food, and it went straight to my cock.
“How about a drive, Maple girl?” I grinned over at her, starting the car and beginning to pull out of the spot. “We can find a quiet place to…relax for a few minutes.”
There was no hiding the way my own scent surged in the car, and Mable picked up what I was implying immediately.
There was a thread of worry on her face, but then she chewed on her lip, giving me a nod.
I smiled, leaving the parking lot of Aldo’s and driving to the small park nearby that would be empty at this time of night.
“You know, Devin’s not going to be happy that you kept me up so late.” Mable’s eyes gleamed, full of teasing playfulness.
“Then, I suppose I should make sure you get back to your bed after this and stay with you all night. Gotta make sure you get your rest.”
She grinned, an adorable blush coloring her cheeks. “I…I think I’m okay with that.”
“That’s my girl.”
I’d gotten the car into a dark corner of the park, pulling it under the low-hanging branches of a large tree. It created a private spot for us, and damn, was I ready to make sure my Mable felt all sorts of good. I unbuckled, reaching for the door handle.
“Where are you going?” Mable sounded mildly concerned.
Leaning around and pulling her close, I touched our foreheads together as I whispered, “Nowhere, baby. I just want a better angle.”
With that, I snuck out of the car, only to come around to her side and open her door.
There was a patch of grass here, and I was able to get down on my knees right next to her seat.
Reaching for her again, this time I kissed Mable, simultaneously pulling her legs toward me so she sat sideways in the passenger seat.
“Jasper, what are—”
“Can you lie back for me, baby? Can you lift those hips so I can pull these adorable pjs down?”
A tiny whimper escaped her, this needy and embarrassed sound that was dizzying.
I loved hearing all the perfect little noises she made.
Mable nodded as I pressed my lips to hers again, leaning back and planting her elbow on the center console.
I helped her to lift her hips, guiding the pants she wore down to her ankles.
“Is someone going to see us?” she mumbled against my lips.
I sat back with a grin. “No, baby. We’re all alone. Relax. Let me touch you, finally.”
Another tantalizing whine escaped her, and Mable reached for my neck, pulling me close. I swept my tongue across her lips, seeking entrance. She let me in eagerly, and goddamn, the taste of her. I’d heard Mable come over the phone, but feeling her like this was light years better.
Giving everything I had to the kiss, I dragged my fingers down her body. Mable’s supple breast felt perfect against my palm, my thumb grazing back and forth over her nipple through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She moaned, her hips tipping up toward me.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” She looked up at me with lust-drunk eyes, nodding. “Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to make your sweet pussy feel good?”
“Jasper,” Mable whined, her expression surprised but still hungry. “I…yes. Please.”
“Anything for my sweet Maple girl.”
I brushed my lips over hers, then deepened the caress as I worked my hand lower. The gentle swell of her belly beneath my fingers did something to me, knowing that our girl was carrying our child, and my cock twitched against my pants.
Mable’s scent flared, all syrupy goodness filling the private space around us and coating me from head to toe. My instincts to claim her surged, but I was playing it slow. I wasn’t about to scare her off.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
She did as told, and I twisted my wrist to get the right angle, finding the warm core between her thighs. Slick covered her skin, and I slid my fingers through it, getting closer and closer to her seam before dipping a finger inside to her clit.
“Ugh!” Mable bucked against my hand, her body naturally seeking more.
I was happy to oblige, so I pressed closer, working the sensitive bundle of nerves while Mable devoured me with kisses. She felt like heaven, warm and slippery and so responsive to every little touch and flick.
Changing things up, I slowly sank my finger inside her, using my thumb to pay attention to that perfect clit of hers. Mable whimpered, rocking her hips in search of more sensations.
“That’s my hungry little omega.” I smiled, dragging my kisses down her chin to her neck, where I fought the urge to bite her. “Cover my hand in your slick. I want to wear you for days.”
“Jasper. Oh, God…please. I…I’m so close already.”
I could feel her pussy clamping down on my finger, and then both as I inserted another. “Yes, you are, aren’t you? Well, I could never leave my girl wanting.”
Spearing my tongue into her mouth, I simultaneously fucked her with fingers, driving them in and out of her tight pussy.
Mable was exquisite, each movement of her body so damn sexy.
She looked like a goddess, with her skin rosy and her belly swollen with child.
My cock twitched again, rubbing against the inside of my pants, and I reached inside, stroking it.
The tension built and built as I fingered her, making Mable give me more of those incredible sounds.
“Crap!” Her hand snaked out lightning fast and gripped my arm, digging her little nails into my skin. “Right there!”
Not daring to move, I kept doing exactly what had Mable so worked up, fisting my cock in rhythm with my strokes until my girl clenched around me, pulsing as she cried out.
“There’s my girl.”
She came on my hand, and I pumped harder into my other one, thrusting until I was coming all over the side of the passenger seat. I groaned, losing myself to the feeling of her pulsing around my fingers and the way she clung to me so desperately.
We rode out the final waves together, and I sighed happily as I pulled back, grinning like a damn fool.
“That was…” Mable looked drunk, her lids struggling to stay open. “I need sleep now.”
“Happy to oblige, Maple girl. Let me get you home, and we can cuddle.”
She nodded, humming her agreement in this precious, exhausted way. I got us dressed, deciding I’d deal with the mess I made later, and circled the car to get in behind the wheel.
Fries, late-night finger fucks in the car, and cuddles till morning. Best night ever.