Page 24 of Triple Power Play 3
Balloons completely cover the ceiling, their strings dangling in my face, while pale-pink roses adorn every surface.
Jackson’s over-the-top expression of love is precisely why she’s spoiled. They eloped or signed a marriage contract or some shit. I’d expect nothing less from him. If it wasn’t for hockey, he’d probably fly her to Paris. All justifiable, but how the fuck am I supposed to be angry in this pink explosion of happiness?
Aurora peeks out of the bathroom wearing an altered version of Jackson’s jersey, as always. “Hey, what are you doing here?” She seems excited to see me, with the kindest voice and the cutest smile.
Instead of being relaxed, I’m furious all over again. How dare she try to take her sweetness away from me?
I step around her and into the bathroom, my gaze sweeping the makeup-cluttered counter. “Where’s your phone?”
Perfect brows knit together. “Why?”
Her defensive tone irks me further. “I don’t have time for games. Get your fucking phone.”
With a huff, she removes her phone from her purse and slaps it into my awaiting palm.
“What’s the passcode?”
“I’m expecting a text from the twins.”
“They’re not coming.” I lock eyes with her. “Passcode.”
“Am I going to the game?”
Her voice is jittery, and I almost feel bad.Almost.
“Aurora, don’t fuck with me right now. What’s the fucking code?”
“My birthday. August twenty-third?—”
“I know your birthday,” I cut her off.
I punch in the numbers and open the Messages app to find her texts with Reece. He sent her a few today, none of which she’s answered. The last one asks if she’s okay. I read through them, my heart drumming louder with each word, a franticwhooshing in my ears. His intentions to have her are clear, but I see no evidence she’s replacing either of us—fucking Jackson.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop texting him?” I pocket her phone. “He wants you, and you’re encouraging him.” I grab the back of her neck, possessive and firm. “Did you think I was joking?”
Hands on her hips, she stares up at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I was mad.”
“You were mad?” I lean in, our noses inches apart. “Let me show you mad.”
In a single, fluid movement, I spin us, and careful of her stomach, I bend her over the bathroom counter. She catches herself, bracing with her forearms.
I snag her gaze in the mirror. “Don’t move, or I’ll bind your wrists with a fucking balloon string.”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s why you’re here? Jealousy?”
“Keep running your mouth, baby. I’ll take care of that later.” I lift the jersey to find a scrap of black lace. “Unless you’re no longer mine, it’s not jealousy. Remember?”
“What I remember is you not coming home, so maybe I’m not yours.”
I disregard her snide remarks and unbuckle my belt. “You agreed to hand over complete control to me.”
“And you agreed to be there.”
With a sharp snap, I yank my belt free. “My lack of presence doesn’t give you permission to entertain someone else.” I make a loop, holding the ends of the leather together.
Her eyes widen, her lips part. “You’re not spanking me with your hand? Don’t I need a safe word?”
“You don’t need a safe word with me. You tell me to stop, I’ll stop. It’s that simple. Understood?”
