16. Jasper

Berkley finally made it two days after I proposed to Aspen and we put in an offer on our dream house. Now we're waiting on our final inspection. Not only that, we got to hear our baby's heartbeat yesterday. I didn't think anyone besides Aspen could bring me to my knees, but hearing that rhythmic staccato of our child's heart made me wipe a tear from mine and Aspen's eyes.

"Hey, baby," I say, walking into Vintage Threads. Berkley started the same day she drove into town. She wanted to start right away, something about being tired of sitting on her ass. Though, this will probably just be short term until she finds her footing in town and gets the dream job she's been after all along.

"Hey." Her voice is soft and a melody to my ears. I just had her not even hours ago; that doesn't stop me from needing her again. Her hips sway as she walks towards me. Watching her get dressed today was foreplay in itself—it took all I had to let her walk out the door. Her white dress is loose, not showing off the curves I know are hidden beneath, its arms long and flowing. It's her legs that had me wanting to keep her in bed this morning.

"This is a pleasant surprise." She kisses me lightly on the lips as my hand squeezes her hip.

"Do you have a few minutes?" I look around and see Berkley is hanging clothes. My mom isn't here, so it must be her day off, and Stella is behind the counter.

"I always have time for you." She takes my hand, leading me to the office, knowing full well I'll follow her wherever she goes.

"Hey, Berk, Stella."

"Hi, Jas," Stella replies.

"Long time, no see," Berkley retorts. That firecracker, she lives with Aspen and me right now. But not for too much longer. I was leasing my place month to month, so Aspen and I decided we'd just stay in her apartment even before we started looking for a house, not that I had a whole lot at my place besides my clothes. Though in the back of my mind I knew we'd be looking soon. I'm not saying it's a bad thing to raise your child in an apartment; it just isn't what I want for our child.

"Yeah, yeah, funny girl," I say over my shoulder.

"She's got jokes. It's who she's always been."

"That doesn't surprise me. I guess it's a good thing the realtor called me today." Aspen stands near the desk. I get close to her. She understands what I want, sliding back so she's now sitting on it. My legs are between her now spread thighs. I'm already wondering how fast I can get inside her by sliding that dress up, seeing what she has on underneath, and teasing her like she did me while getting dressed this morning.

"What did the realtor have to say? Did they accept our offer? Did we get the house?" She's excited, and hell, so am I.

"It's ours. The only thing we're waiting on is to see if they'll add money to the new roof it needs. Not saying even if they don't help, we won't get it, but I'd like to see what they come back with. Other than that, it's ours." Aspen wraps her hands around my neck, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. I thought about getting a haircut but decided against it. There's something about her fingers playing with it or holding on to it as I fuck her.

"I can't wait to live out there, build a life with you, and be your wife."

"Fuck, what those words do to me. Think we have time for a quickie?" I cock my eyebrow, but I see the blush on her cheeks, and I know one thing for sure, I'm going to see it travel the length of her body.

"Yes, I'll just have to be quiet." I walk away from her, to the door, lock it, and stroll back.

"That won't be an easy task for you. Show me what's mine," I growl out.

Aspen does exactly what I ask. Her hands skim down her body, giving me a view of how I know she likes to tease us both. Hell, I've studied every inch of her in those weeks, and all we had was a phone to get us through the nights.

"I'm sure you can help me though, won't you, Jasper?" She slowly peels the skirt of her dress back, her upper thighs coming into full view. I lick my lips, my eyes never leaving where her hands are. When her bare pussy comes into view, I fucking attack.

"You know I'll help you keep that mouth shut, but first you're going to tell me why you think it's okay to go out in public without panties on." I stalk towards her.

"That's easy. I saw you walking up to the store. Why do you think I was out of breath when you came in? I rushed in here to take my panties off. I saw the look on your face this morning when I was getting ready. Between me being pregnant with my raging hormones and you home, we can barely keep our hands off one another." She's breathless. My hand cups her pussy. I can feel the desire dripping out of her core.

"Fuck, you're amazing. Always keeping me on my toes, matching me every step of the way. I'm going to fuck you right now, then, when you get off work, I'm going to bend you over the edge of the bed and fuck you again." I turn my hand. The heel of my palm rubs against her clit as I push two fingers inside her dripping wet cunt.

"God, yes," Aspen moans. Keeping her quiet is going to be hard as hell, but I'm up for the challenge.

"How fast do you think you can come with just my fingers?" My mouth finds hers, not giving her a chance to answer. The only answer she gives me is tightening around my fingers as I swallow her moans.

"That was ridiculously fast, even for me," she mutters, coming down from her orgasm.

I lift my fingers, holding her eyes as I paint her lips, my own breath choppy as her fingers undo my jeans, as her hand fists my cock. Now it's her who's swallowing my moans as I taste her with my lips and tongue.

"I'm going to come inside you, Aspen, then you're going to put those fucking panties back on, and you won't be cleaning up afterwards either. I want me on you until you get home today." I proceed to do just what I promised until we're both falling apart together.