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Jaylen’s POVSaturday MorningI woke up frustrated as hell. My head was pounding from the thoughts of yesterday, and my body wasn’t making things easier. I glanced down at my rock-hard, throbbing cock. Jesus Christ. All I could think about was Aria with her soft supple lips, her sweet cherry taste, that curvaceous round ass I had my hands all over, the way she melted into me when I kissed her. I dreamed about that girl all night and what I can do to her. I want her so fucking bad it’s ridiculous.I sighed and looked at the clock. 7:15 a.m. Great. Another long day. I threw the covers off and headed to the bathroom. The house was quiet with Talia gone, and Kira’s off on weekends unless I call her in. The maid only comes three days a week, and the gardener four. It’s just me in this big, beautiful, pleasantly silent house.I turned the shower on ice cold and stepped in, hoping to kill the problem downstairs. Fifteen minutes later, it was still there, harder than steel. I had to handle i

Jalen’s POVAs I pull up to my brother’s house, which, apparently, is our grandparents’ old place on my mom’s side, so I had to sit there for a second just staring and realizing how much Idon’t know about Patrick.The house looks nothing like it used to when my grands owned it. What used to be an aging brick two-story with creaky steps and a rusty gate now looks like something off HGTV. The renovations are beautiful, sleek, modern, but still home.And my brother didn’t even tell me he was the new owner.I sigh, leaning back against the headrest. That’s partly on me. I haven’t been as plugged in as I should’ve been. Somewhere between work, travel, and life, I let distance creep in between me and my brothers.As I pull into the makeshift parking area, I can see cars lined all the way down the block. Patrick’s lot sits on nearly half an acre, a rarity this close to the city. I grab the three gift bags from my back seat: one for Dad, one for Aria, and one for her father. Might as well mak

Jalen’s POVAs we walked out, I held her hand tight, my pulse thrumming like a live wire beneath my skin. The soft lights from the tent reflected off her hair, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed just for us. When we reached the lavish spread of food, I reluctantly let my beauty’s hand go so she could fix her plate. I followed close behind, pretending to be focused on the food, but really, I was watching her.She laughed easily with people, her smile genuine and unguarded. It struck me just how different she was now, she more confident, more radiant, like she finally stepped into her own light. Back in college, she was quieter, always observing, always carrying some invisible weight. Now, she was magnetic. People gravitated to her. Hell, I was one of them.My gaze shifted to our families. My father was talking animatedly, his hands flying through the air like he was explaining a playbook, and Michael, Aria’s father, was nodding along, eating rib tips between sentences. Everyone

Jalen’s POV I looked at Aria after telling her I was going to take her. I wanted that reaction. Hell, I needed that reaction, the one that told me she wanted this just as bad as I did. Her breathing sped up, chest rising and falling like she was fighting her own heartbeat. I leaned in, pressed my lips softly to hers, and whispered, “Calm down, baby, okay?” Her lips trembled under mine. I kissed her again, slow and teasing this time, and eased her back to the bench beside me. When I looked down at her, she met my eyes and smirked, shaking her head slightly. That little smirk drove me wild. I smiled, too, trying to play it cool while the guys were still loading up the truck. But neither of us looked away. We just sat there, locked in this wordless exchange, like the air between us was saying everything we couldn’t. I unclasped our hands, slid my palm to her lower back, and rubbed slow circles. Her skin felt warm through her thin shirt, a little too warm, and that’s when I realize

Jalen’s POVAs I leave my brother’s house, I feel everything hitting me at once. My chest is tight, my thoughts heavy. I’m lost, confused, angry at myself for how far I’ve let things go. The situation with Talia is a damn mess, and the one with Aria? It’s everything I want but can’t seem to have.I sit in my car, hands on the wheel, and just breathe. I know what I need to do. I pull up my phone book on my car app and call the one person who always sets me straight.She picks up on the second ring. “Hello, my baby.”“Hi, Mom.”“What’s wrong?” she asks immediately because she can always tell.“I just… I need to see you. Can I come by?”“Of course, son. Our door is always open for you.”Fifteen minutes later, I’m parking in front of my parents’ house. The place looks the same, all calm and steady, everything I’m not right now. I walk in, and Mom’s already waiting, arms crossed, with that look on her face that says, you better start talking.She hugs me, and then takes one sniff, and smi