Triple Power Play (Obsessed Players Club #1)

21. Ethan

TWENTY-ONE

ETHAN

Someone is striking my skull with a sledgehammer.

I groan and roll over, only to be assaulted by the nasty taste of bile and bottom-shelf whiskey. Jesus, fuck, why does everything hurt?

Cracking my eyes open, I’m blinded by intense sunlight. What time is it? Better yet, what the hell happened?

I lift my aching head to realize—thank fuck—I’m in my bed, fully dressed, and my phone is lying under my face. Did I fall asleep while on the phone? Highly unlikely, since I have no one to talk to.

Fragments of last night’s drunken fuckery flood my mind, leaving me panicked and nauseated. Oh, shit. I’m an idiot. I told Jackson about being the baby’s father. The entire team must know by now.

I grab my phone to check the time and do a double-take at the blurry screen. I sit up so fast, my head spins. Not only do I find my background image is an ultrasound picture of a baby— my baby —but I also find several unexpected texts.

Hi. It’s Aurora.

Jackson gave me your number.I heard you had a rough night. Call whenever you’re free.

Or don’t. That’s okay too.

Before I can stop myself, I’m texting back with shaking hands.

Me: No, it’s absolutely not okay.

Three dots pop up then vanish, only to reappear. I save her number to my contacts, and a strange sense of male pride swells in my chest. I have the phone number for bikini model Aurora Embers.

Oh, yeah, and I got her pregnant.

What a fucking way to wake up.

My dick has never made me prouder.

I place the phone on the bathroom counter, keeping a vigilant eye on the screen while I brush my teeth. The dots disappear, and I second-guess myself. I shouldn’t have written that. I should’ve called. A respectable gentleman would have called after he got a woman pregnant.

I’m far from a respectable gentleman—look at how I got her pregnant.

Countless thoughts race through my mind until I finally see her response.

Aurora: I don’t want to fight with you. I know this is a shock. I’ve had a few months to let it sink in. I understand you didn’t want this. It was a mistake, and I won’t force you into anything. I’m not about to disrupt your life. I won’t ask you for a single thing. You can pretend it never happened.

Ouch.

I reread her words, trying to grasp their meaning. I read them again, still conflicted. Does she truly want nothing to do with me, or is she saying what she believes I want to hear? She almost sounds afraid. But why?

Me: You disrupted my life the moment I laid eyes on you.

Me: It’s not a mistake if I’d do it again.

Me: I can’t pretend it didn’t happen when I think about it daily.

I may have taken things too far, but she and our baby have consumed my every thought since I found out she was pregnant. How could they not? And why should I hold back?

Jackson . That’s why.

But fuck, I don’t want to.

Aurora: What do you want?

Me: You. My baby. Tell me what you need and when I can see you.

Aurora: I don’t need anything. Next week, I fly to NYC, and I’ll be there for a month.

Me: No.

Aurora: No?

Me: You were in the hospital. No work. Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it.

Aurora: That’s funny. What am I supposed to do when I’m no longer pregnant? I’m not quitting my career.

Me: If Jackson isn’t taking care of you, then I will.

Aurora: Jackson and I aren’t together. He doesn’t take care of me.

Me: Even better.

Aurora: Don’t be difficult, Blackwood.

God, I love her. I need to choose my words wisely. She’s independent and will resist me every step of the way, but there’s no chance she’s traveling the country with my baby.

Besides, I want to see her, and I need to know where she is.

I owe her an apology. I can’t imagine she’d turn down an apology.

Me: Where are you right now? What’s the address? Can I send you something for being such an asshole?

Aurora: You’ll have to ask Jackson. It’s his penthouse.

Me: Of course it is. Will my son be living there too?

Aurora: Not that it matters, but I plan to find a place soon.

Me: Where?

Aurora: Santa Monica. My grandmother lives there.

Simply texting with her brings a ridiculous smile to my face. Even when she’s fucking with me, it’s exhilarating, and I find any reason to message her.

Me: When is your next doctor’s appointment?

Aurora: November 5th.

Me: I want to be there.

Aurora: Okay.

Me: How are you feeling?

Aurora: Can’t complain. Some morning sickness, and I nap too much.

Me: Never too much.

Me: Rest as much as you need.

Me: I have to go coach your boyfriend. Can I call you later?

Aurora: He’s not my boyfriend, but sure.

I picture her rolling her eyes and smile. All my worries have vanished, exactly as they did when I was with her. And the thought of how she made me forget all my problems has my cock thickening.

Jesus, we’re only texting. Calm down.

I undress and step into the hot water, letting last night’s events wash away. I can’t take them back and wouldn’t even if I could. It got the job done.

My eyes close, and vivid images of Aurora dance in my mind, intensifying the throbbing sensation of my already aroused state.

Palming myself, I leisurely stroke my shaft while fantasizing about her riding my cock in the limo. Her full, round tits. Her nipples between my teeth. The sound of her whimpering. Her hair clenched in my fist.

I envision grasping her ass and pounding into her perfect, tight cunt and increase my pace. The way she gripped me; I’d never felt anything so fucking good. My legs tremble, and my balls tingle when I remember how she creamed my cock while moaning my name.

My forehead falls to the tile.

This time, when I picture coming inside her, it’s raw, with no fear of consequence.

I explode against the shower wall and imagine slamming deep, filling her with my cum, ensuring the results are exactly as they are today—with my baby in her belly.