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A hot simmer spreads through me, tingles down to my fingers and toes. Builds. Builds until I’m so full I know I’m going to burst. His fingers skate over my prostate, there and gone, and my body jerks, a cry escaping me.

My chest surges, a trickle of sweat trickling down my nape. This is all too much, a rampage of bliss tearing through me. And then he goes for the close out, throws that final strike. His fingers land on that spot. Massage. And don’t stop.

K. O.

Pleasure arcs through me, my back bows as my hoarse shout gets muffled in his thigh. My hand flies to his head, yanking his hair tight as I hold him deep. I shake against him, his throat squeezing around me as he swallows. Another shudder of ecstasy rips through me at those muscles hugging me tight. My teeth dig into his hip, eyes sealed shut, the pleasure so intense I’m afraid my body’s going to combust, go up in flames, and only ashes will be left.

Somehow, I make it through, still here, still with this glorious man. My orgasm fades, my ragged breaths bursting through the bedroom. I wiggle away when things get oversensitive.

He caresses my ass while he coats my hip and thigh and flagging cock with kisses. This man. I’m going to rock his fucking world. In, like, one minute. Just need to catch my breath. Then he better be ready for the best dick-sucking of his life.

We lock gazes, his still blown apart—lust drunk. It sends a ripple of determination through me. I’m up to bat. And I’m crushing this one to the bleachers.

I shove him to his back, clamp my hands on his hips, then I sink on him. His moan of surprise lights me up inside. Just you wait, babe. I loosen my jaw, and with each bob, I take him deeper. And deeper. He hits the back of my throat, and his hips fight against my hold. God, that’s hot.

“Jackson. Fuck. I’m going to—You need to back off.”

Nope. I want this. The next time he hits my throat, I swallow. His body goes rigid beneath me, and his cock pulses on my tongue. Damn, that’s so fucking sexy. And then he erupts, a deep moan falling from him. I swallow and might be a tiny bit proud of how well I take him down my throat. Shane’s beer bong advice for the win.

As soon as he goes lax, I pull off him, gently licking him clean.

“Mmmm,” I hum.

He looks like he’s melted into the bed, eyes closed, body limp. I grin. Go me! I crawl up next to him and kiss his cheek.

He smiles, eyes still closed. His hand searches through the covers until it finds mine. He brings our entwined fingers to his mouth and presses a kiss to them. “Welcome home, Jackie-boy.”

Welcome home.

Such a common phrase. Tossed around all the time in the Olander household.

But I’ve never actually felt it until today.

THIRTY

JACKSON

Paulie barrels into the back door of his house, the rest of us close behind. “Ma! I’m starving. What do you have to snack on?” It’s All-Star week, and we have four glorious days off from baseball. Not totally off—we’ll train, but it does feel like a mini vacation.

We file into the kitchen that’s off the screened-in porch, and I’m immediately assaulted by the delicious aroma of rosemary and a mixture of something savory and sweet. Paulie’s face is already buried in the fridge.

A petite woman with dark curly hair slaps him across the back of the head. “Out of my fridge, Paolo. I have an antipasto platter in the downstairs fridge. Go grab it.”

Paulie bolts for the hall and disappears. Shelby’s hugging the woman who is clearly Paulie and Frankie’s mother. Easton and Maddox are greeting a man who is the spitting image of Paulie, just tack on thirty years. Like, the exact same person. Freaky.

Shane pushes past me—none too gently. “Mama Nebs!”

“My boy!” She smiles up at Shane, who engulfs her in a hug.

“I know you’ve heard of him, but you haven’t had a chance to meet him yet.” Shane tugs Stone up to his side. “This is my boyfriend, Jed.”

“Mrs. Nebiolo,” Stone says with a smile, formal and polite as ever.

“Please—Mom, Ma, Mama Nebs, what have you. If you really insist, you can call me Rosa. But not Mrs. Nebiolo. When you step into this house, you’re family.”

Something in my chest constricts.

She turns to Shane and whispers. “Goodness. He’s very handsome in person.”