Page 70 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
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 instinctsto 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.
