Page 22 of Triple Power Play 3
These two and their damn space. What’s the point? How do you resolve issues apart from each other? Aurora can have space when I’m six feet under.
“What happened?”
He hangs his head and rubs the back of his neck. “I grabbed her while we were arguing.”
“How? She didn’t say anything.”
“By the throat… I just snapped and grabbed her to stop her from talking.” He gestures with his hand, staring straight ahead. “I shouldn’t have. I should’ve listened to her.”
I lift my chin. “Show me.”
His stern gaze meets mine. “What? Why?”
“I wanna know if I need to kill you.”
“Jackson.” Exasperated, he shakes his head. “No. I’m not grabbing you.”
“So, what? You’re uncomfortable touching me now? Do I have to remind you where our dicks have been?”
He leans in and lowers his tone. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not uncomfortable touching you. I touch you all the time.”
A throat clears in the doorway. “Sorry. Just need to get something real quick.” Doc, without a glance in our direction, snatches his bag and rushes from the room.
Ethan’s face and ears turn a deep shade of red, and his eyes widen comically. Hisoh shitexpression is priceless, and, unable to hold back, I burst into laughter.
“I hate you so fucking much. Why are you like this?”
He doesn’t even break a smile. How does he not find this funny? I can’tstoplaughing.
“You’re my boyfriend.” I suck in a breath to rein myself in. “I’m not ashamed of us.”
“Motherfucker, I amnotyour boyfriend.”
“Come on, Coach. Think about it. We’re together, just nottogether-together. You know?”
“We are not together.” He emphasizes each word. “What the hell did Doc put in your IV?”
“Agree to disagree, but you’re wrong.” I dab at the tears leaking from the corners of my eyes with my shirtsleeve. “I’m sure you didn’t hurt Aurora. She’d tell me if you did.” Or Reece, which would really piss me off. “Besides, that’s your kink.”
“Anyhow,” he drags out. “She’ll text me when she’s ready to see me.”
I scoff. “No, she won’t. That’s bullshit and you know it. She didn’t contact you when she was pregnant; she won’t bother you now.”
He rests his head against the leather chair. “What am I supposed to do? I was a complete asshole. There are only so many times she’ll forgive my temper.”
Luckily, he’s talking to the one person Aurora has given a million chances to.
“Take out your phone,” I tell him in all seriousness. “Text her you love her, you miss her, and you want her to sit on your face. Guaranteed to work.”
He gives me a blank stare. “That’s your advice? Sit on my face?”
“My go-to is puppy-dog eyes, taking off my shirt, eating pussy, tattoos, and, if all else fails, refusing to leave.” I tick each one off on my fingers.
“Wow. So romantic,” he deadpans.
“Whatever.” I shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Don’t expect her to chase you. She’s already moved on.”
He recoils. “What?”
