Jasper POV
I walked into my parents’ suite, the smell of dark roast coffee wafting through the room. Hmm, that smells so good. I heard my parents talking in the kitchen, and I headed that way. I walk through the door and see my dad leaning over my Mom, nibbling on her ear, and she is giggling like a school girl.
“Goddess, not over the food, guys,” I said, trying not to gag at the thought of my parents having s*x. Dad looks over his shoulder, wiggles his eyebrows, and says, “Like you have never, Jasper. There isn’t anything wrong with it,” he laughs.
“Just wait. There will be a time when you cannot keep your hands to yourself, and your pups will say the same thing about you.’
“No way, Dad. I am not gonna grope my mate over the breakfast food,” I said.
“We’ll see, son.” That is all he
