Page 53 of Triple Power Play 3
If it wasn’t for the grin on Ethan’s face while Jackson tackles him to the floor, narrowly missing the coffee table, I’d step in.
They land with a loud thud, vibrating the room, and it wouldn’t surprise me if security came knocking at the door.
“Jackson Vaughn!” Aurora chides.
She gets to her knees, her hands out as if she might try to separate them, but Ethan’s booming laugh cuts her short.
I swear, I’m watching the beginning of soft porn. They’re wrestling. If they start kissing, should I leave?
Both are equally matched, Ethan with size and Jax with speed and rampant energy, but ultimately, I think Ethan could unleash some severe damage if he wanted.
Laughter fills the air as they tussle, pushing at each other’s shoulders and chests. Ethan grasps Jackson’s jaw, pressing his head back, and Jax retaliates with a forearm to Ethan’s throat.
Ethan winces and releases Jackson’s face to push the arm from his neck.
Jackson’s smile vanishes, and he jumps aside. “Oh shit, I forgot about your neck. Sorry. Fuck. Are you okay?”
“What’s wrong?” Aurora scrambles toward them. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” Ethan croaks. “I’m fine.” He rolls his shoulders. “It’s more of a precaution than anything.”
She glances between them, her expression filled with worry. “What happened?”
Jackson’s brows furrow. “Did you never Google our boyfriend?”
Ethan shoves him, taking him by surprise. Jackson nearly falls flat on his face, and I can’t help but snicker.
“Ah…yeah,” Aurora drags out. “Once, and I regretted it. The first thing I saw was pictures of him and his, you know,wife.”
Jax presses his lips together and nods. “Okay, valid reason not to Google your married baby daddy, who got you pregnant in the back of a limo while you were on the rebound.”
So that’s the story. Interesting.
Her face flushes. “Jackson, seriously? Just tell me what happened.”
It’s Ethan who answers. “I took a nasty hit, bounced my head off the ice, and broke my neck.”
Her mouth falls open with a gasp. “I didn’t know that. I thought you stopped playing because…”
“Because…” he prompts with raised brows.
“You know, ’cause you’re, like…old…er,” she says, her voice so fucking innocent, it sends Jackson collapsing to the floor in a fit of laughter.
Just another day with these three.
24
JACKSON
It’s pouring rain—icy, slushy fucking rain. Hail pelts the windows, creating a chaotic rhythm that fills the loft.
I enjoy the sound. It’s peaceful, it could lull me to sleep—especially since I didn’t sleep much last night, even with our slumber party. What I don’t enjoy is being nailed by frozen golf balls while I load our shit into the vehicle.
Dear Mother Nature, is this necessary? There’s absolutely no purpose for this weather. None.
Ethan grew up here, and look at him. He’s gloomy. I’d be a miserable bastard too if I didn’t see the sun until I was thirty-five.
My eyes catch on the mismatched, decades-old furniture, and I smile. Despite the bitter cold, I’ll miss this place. I’ll miss the mornings I sat here eating donuts and listening to the twins razz each other over stupid shit, like who was better atCall of Dutyor whose body count was higher. Foolish arguments, since I’m fairly certain they only play together, and I don’t mean just video games.
