Page 66 of Triple Power Play 3
See? Calculated.
I go along with it. “What’s yours?”
“The gym, the ocean, the giant bed.” There’s a smile in his voice.
“So let’s work this out, okay?” I have a sudden urge to play with his hair, but I resist. “You’re beating your head against a wall with Reece. Someone has to be with her. He cares about her. He didn’t let her leave. He stayed with her while she was panicking and talked her down. She’s obviously attached to him. I know sex has a much deeper meaning for you; if that’s your concern, they’re not having sex.”
His knee bounces, and I give in to the temptation and weave my fingers through the back of his hair.
“He’s not…us.” His voice softens. “I’m connected to you.”
I swallow hard. “I love you, Jax. There’ll be times when we’re together, and she’ll be here, for whatever reason. He can be with her.”
“I want the three of us.”
“He changes nothing. You have us.”
“No. You don’t want a commitment. If I joke around with you in front of others, you take days away from me. I can’t imagine what you’d do if I touched you outside of here.”
“That’s not true. I’m committed to both of you. I’d never be with anyone?—”
“It’s not a commitment if you have to hide it. A commitment shows the world you’re taken.”
I scoff. “Nobody wants to be with me, and I don’t wanna be with anyone else. Besides, you don’t have anything. Aurora has your ring. What do you have?”
“I have several tattoos. One on my ring finger.” He flashes the tattoo in question. “You want me to get a tat of your name?”
“No—”
“No, because you’re afraid someone will see it.” He tries to sit up. “Right?”
I tighten my arms around him, not ready to let him go. “Wecan’t. There’s no way to escape it. I’m yourcoach.”
“Who cares? No one. They can’t say you’re biased toward me or show me favoritism—you’ve sat my ass out more than anyone, and you’d do it again. You give more to the team than anybody else. They won’t fire you.”
Aurora and Jax love to push my limits, and I cave every damn time, especially to him. “You want matching tattoos?”
He whips around to meet my gaze. “Are you serious?”
“Will it help you chill the fuck out?”
He gives me that shit-eating grin and leans back into me. “A little bit.”
“What else?”
“The tat must be on your finger.”
“Inner, like yours. I still need to look semi-professional.”
“Fine,” he grumbles. “We share a room on the road.”
“That’s pushing it.”
“I’m supposed to be your roommate.”
“Then don’t flirt with me in front of the team.”
He doesn’t even attempt to deny it. “People know we’re together.”
