Chapter 31 Jackson
Jackson
So I only had to talk about babies to get Reece to come around? His babies? We might actually have something in common, the same kink—a breeding kink? I can work with that.
While I may not love Reece the way I do Ethan, I want our family to be harmonious. I want him to be happy here.
I place kisses along the curve of Aurora’s neck, my body still flying high in post-climactic bliss. “Babe, you’ll never believe what Reece said.”
She arches her back, hooks an arm behind her head, and threads her fingers through my hair. With her tits on full display, she glances at the Viking. “Hm?”
His gaze traces over her, lingering on her breasts and belly. There it is—that longing look.
When Aurora was pregnant and alone, I bet his hero complex was at its peak.
Now that we’re all in the picture, he seems to struggle.
Maybe he needs the fantasy of having her—or at least a piece of her—all to himself.
He had no problem sleeping in my bed while I was away, and he changed his tune earlier when I mentioned his kid.
“Don’t start,” Ethan grumbles, but his eyes gleam with amusement. He loves me and my ridiculousness.
I cup Aurora’s breasts, leaving Reece with no choice but to watch me. “He said after this baby, we won’t know who the father is, since we’re all fucking.” I bite her earlobe. “He’s challenging me, racing to get you pregnant first.” My taunting gaze meets his, a smirk playing on my lips.
His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t deny my words. He moves to pull up his boxers, but not before I catch a reflection of light glinting off his dick—several reflections.
I can’t help myself. I glance down, and—holy shit. He’s pierced.
My smirk falters.
A smug grin transforms his face from annoyed to cunning, and he winks—fucking winks.
Of course his cock is pierced. Karma is a cruel bitch.
Aurora drops beside Ethan, releasing me from her warmth. I collapse onto him, drawing the sheet over us and letting my arms flop.
The air whooshes from his lungs. “What the hell is your problem?” he grunts.
I suck in a breath and exhale forcefully. “The Viking’s dick is pierced. I can’t unsee it. I may never get hard again.”
Behind me, Reece snorts. “Somehow, I highly doubt that.”
Aurora shakes her head. “Jackson…” she chides, but it’s written all over her face—pure carnal satisfaction.
My stomach twinges. He fucked her with his pierced Viking cock, and she loved it.
I take back everything I said about us living harmoniously. I hope those piercings become infected and he ends up impotent.
Okay, maybe not. I’m being dramatic.
A little erectile dysfunction wouldn’t hurt though.
Ethan fists my hair. “Why are you checking out his dick?”
“You can’t miss it!” Partly feigned sobs rack my body. “Is he bigger than Coach?” I whisper-yell at Aurora.
Ethan whips his head in her direction, and we both stare, waiting for a response.
She clamps her mouth shut, and the silence stretches on. “What?” she snaps, raising her brows. “I’m not answering.”
My lips twist into a disgruntled frown. “Seriously? We’re supposed to be best friends. I tell you everything about Ethan.”
She rolls her eyes. “I know everything about Ethan. Besides, you have that Captain Hook curve that hits all the right spots. You’ve got nothing to be jealous of.”
Male pride swells in my chest, and I can’t help but smile.
Still… “That doesn’t answer my question.” I widen my eyes and gasp. “So it must be true.”
“Shut up,” she grits through her teeth and slaps my bicep.
“It’s not true. They’re…” she lowers her tone, “different. Now, be good. There’ll be no more freaky-foursome sex if you can’t control yourself.
” She tilts her head and cocks a brow, as if to say, “You want that, don’t you? You want to watch everyone fuck?”
Yes. Yes, I do. I might get another erection after all.
Plus, there are cameras in this room, which Reece is aware of. I can analyze everything later.
My smile stretches into a salacious grin. She gets me. “I’ll be good.”
She clears her throat. “Unless it’s twins,” she says for all to hear. “Ethan has twins in his family.”
“Jesus,” he curses. “I’ll wear a condom. I was only kidding about having twins.”
He claims that, but he also likes the idea of her being pregnant with his baby.
I lift my head, cross my arms over his chest, and rest my chin on them. “I think a bunch of little Ethans would be absolutely adorable.”
His face flushes. “Fuck no. One is enough.” He pushes me off him softly, since Aurora is beside us. “You’re sweaty. Go shower. I need to call Rocco.”
“You’d be sweaty too if you weren’t the pillow princess.”
He grabs me by the throat and brings me in for a rough kiss. “I’m going to fuck you into next week if you don’t shut your mouth.”
“Stop talking dirty to me.” Damn, I love instigating him.
Reece stands, goes to the other side of the bed, and extends his hand to our girl. “And you need to use the bathroom. Come on. I’ll start you a bath.”
Ethan leans against the door frame, his phone pressed to his lips, head bowed.
Sitting on the bed, Aurora on the floor in front of me, I take the rubber band from my mouth and tie off her braid. “What’s the verdict?”
He spent an hour on the balcony talking to Rocco and Big D. The rest of us have showered and changed into whatever clothes we have.
“The Skid Row building caught fire. They’ve taken off for New York.”
Our eyes meet briefly before Reece asks, “Lucas?”
The Viking has been reclining in that leather chair, pretending to be distracted by his phone while sneaking peeks at Aurora and me. Maybe he wants to learn to braid, or maybe he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Ethan blows out a breath. “With them. Rocco says not to worry; the doctor and Bennett approved a transfer to New York, and they’re taking a med-flight.”
Jaw clenched and nostrils flaring, Reece returns to his phone—no doubt trying to contact his partner. He’s quite stubborn. Loyal to a fault, and I swear, he holds a grudge for life. The twins will be next on his shit list. Finally, someone other than me.
I gently loosen Aurora’s braid to create a relaxed style. “What’s the plan?” I ask Ethan.
“We need to head out as soon as possible. I’d rather not be trapped at the airport.” He holds my gaze.
He’s worried about the LAPD grilling us or possibly detaining me. I’m surprised they haven’t already—unless they’re watching the penthouse and know we’ve been here the entire night.
Or they’re waiting to ambush us.
He rakes his fingers through his messy hair. “Can you arrange a flight?”
“Where to?” I turn to the Viking. “We going to your sister’s? Flying into Charleston?”
“Yeah,” he replies, focused on his screen. “We’ll leave for New York right after the wedding.”
The wedding is the day after tomorrow.
“You have your ID, birth certificate, and passport?” I ask Aurora.
Clutching my knees for balance, she gradually rises from the floor. “Yes, but I don’t have a dress or makeup or anything. The only clothes I fit into are leggings, loose sweaters, and your hoodies.”
“We can get whatever you need.” Ethan cuffs the back of my neck with icy fingers. “Secure a private jet, please.” He’s anxious.
I remove my phone from my pocket. “I got you. It won’t take me long.” A few clicks—that’s all.
Reece grabs his backpack from the closet, drops it in front of the bed, and takes a seat beside me. “Angel, can you get this off me?” He gestures to his shoulder.
“I like this brace much more than the sling.” She comes between his legs and guides a strap over his head. “Are you gearing up?”
His new bionic-looking brace attaches at multiple points along his arm, with metal, hard plastic, and an adjustable hinge at the elbow. He’s finally accepting that this injury will take time and effort to heal.
“Yeah, just in case I need to appear official.”
While Ethan and I watch, completely amazed, she pulls his bag toward her, takes out his bulletproof vest, and helps him into it. “Your badge?”
He nods, and she threads it through his belt while he attempts to buckle his vest.
“Here. Let me.” I extend my hands, then, unsure what to do, I pause.
“Slide the four pieces together. It’ll lock into place.” He observes as I follow his direction. “We should get you one, actually. Have you ever shot a gun?”
“A few times in my backyard. Not something I’m interested in. Not something I want to worry about around Aurora and kids, you know?”
“Understood.” He twists his torso so I can attach the other side. “Someone did try to shoot you though.”
Ethan clears his throat. “We can talk about it later. That shit won’t be necessary in the future.”
No matter what he has planned—even if it’s moving Aurora to New York, which will kill me—security will always be a factor.
But I’m not the smartest choice for a gun.
I have no training. I become paranoid and overwhelmed at times, and misusing or misplacing a deadly weapon is not something I ever wish to experience.
I’ll leave that level of responsibility and focus to Reece.
Our girl straightens, stretches her back, and hands him his dog tags. “You want me to get your boots?”
He slips the dog tags over his head and tucks them under his shirt. “Please. They’re by the door.”
While he holsters his firearm, she rushes out of the room, a soft smile on her face.
“She needs to rest,” Ethan grumbles, his gaze following her. “Fuck, I can’t wait for this to be over.”
“She likes to help. It eases her anxiety.” Reece rifles through his backpack. “I’ve got her passport and birth certificate. I’ll grab her ID and prenatal vitamins. I’ve taken pictures of her…” He waves with a flick of his wrist toward the bathroom, “products. I’ll see what my sisters can find.”
My brows knit together. “Why do you have pictures of her stuff?”
He meets my scowl head-on. “For times like this, when we have to run. Don’t you have a bug-out bag?”
“Yeah, it contains cash, keys, and cards, not her skincare routine.”
He smirks. “I like to make sure she’s well taken care of.”
“Is that another joke? Holy shit. I’m proud of you. Keep it up, and I’ll think you’re flirting with me.” I knock my shoulder into his.
Ethan scoffs, Reece’s expression falls, and I burst out laughing. He’s so serious. Has he ever been in a situation that wasn’t fucking stressful, where he could joke and fool around? I’m almost afraid to meet his parents.