Page 31 of Triple Power Play 3
“I’m not interested in him.” In my shocked state, the words slip off my tongue.
“Are you interested in me?”
Everything goes white, and the room tilts. Oh my God, I’m having a stroke. “I’m… What?”
“You watch me fuck Aurora. You’re okay being naked together. You use my cum as lube.” He lists my sins off, one by one, using his fingers. “You gave me a striptease a few nights ago.”
My pulse skips a beat or five, then races. Not a stroke—I’m having a heart attack. No, worse: I’m aroused, my dick twitching in my suit pants.Why is my dick twitching?“That’s…that’s not what I meant.”
He steps closer. “What did you mean then? Why wouldn’t you do the same with him?”
My mouth goes dry. I’m woozy. Can you have a strokeanda heart attack? At the same time?
“It’s just sex.” Even as I mumble the words, I know they’re a lie. I lived that way once; it’s not even close. Before, I never thought twice about my sexual partners. Now, I can’tstopthinking of Aurora and Jax.
His face twists into a grimace, his brows furrowing deeper. “You’re okay with anyone?” He swallows hard. “It means nothing to you?”
“No, I’m not saying that.” I yank the hoodie over my head, only to realize I’m still in my dress shirt and tie. What the fuck is happening right now? “It’s sex. It’s fucking great. Do we need to dissect it?”
“So you won’t mind if I’m with him, if I fuck her with him? Since it’s just sex?”
My brain goes to them in bed touching. Not Reece and Aurora, but Jax and Reece. I wince. I flash back to the drive to the hospital after Kyle hurt Aurora. I was livid, shaking with rage. My chest felt like it’d explode, the same as now.
With a clenched jaw and a threatening stride, I press Jax against the wall. “Is that what you want?”
He doesn’t answer. His pupils dilate, his lips part, and dangerous, forbidden thoughts slam into me.My fingers around his throat, his mouth on mine, our tongues intertwining…
I’m suspended in the air, unable to breathe. “Don’t look at me like that.”
His voice goes places it doesn’t belong. “How am I looking at you?”
Like you’d worship me.
And fuck, I want that.I want my captain.
I saw this coming fromhim, notme, and I never expected it to be this intense, this all-consuming.
I ball my fists, fighting the urge to reach out and cross that line. “Don’t.”
His gaze flickers to my lips. “Why?”
A cold sweat breaks out over my entire body. “You’re my player. I’m your coach.”
“That’s it?” The corner of his mouth curls up. “Yet you sleep with me, live with me, have me pinned against the wall.”
I stumble back and gather my wits. This can’t happen—I can’t be what he needs. It’s better to kill his fascination now and save myself the heartache. “I’m not doing this, Jax. It’s sex, nothing more. You’re being too emotional, too attached.” I lay it on thick. “I don’t want Reece. Calm the fuck down.”
His devilish eyes sharpen with hurt and disgust. He pushes off the wall. “See you at practice,Coach,” he throws over his shoulder.
The door clicks shut, and I collapse onto the bed. I stare blankly at the endless city lights and sink into self-loathing.
Fiery orange flecks, the color of autumn leaves, circle his pupils. Every word, every detail, replays in my mind, that scorching gaze seared into memory.
I hate myself. I extinguished more than just the desire in his eyes; I killed the light in them too. He feared Reece would destroy us, and I’m the one who tore our relationship down. There’s no returning to sharing a bed, a girl, a family, not after what I said.
“See you at practice, Coach.”
We’re back to the beginning, back to him despising me, and I can’t blame him. Wait—why did he say he’d see me at practice? I’ll see him tonight. Unless…
