Page 36 of Through The Woods

Maybe. I didn’t let the guilt stop me though.

They were playing Strip Go Fish with the best here.

Joker held up four fingers and pointed at my deck and I kept my expression somber as I replied, “Go Fish.”

This was a little too easy.

He frowned and picked up a card. When he did, I noticed his left arm bowed out near the wrist; a sign of a break that hadn’t healed properly. I’d been correct—Joker and Matt were one and the same. I almost said something before remembering that there was no way for me to have known about things that happened to them when they were kids.

Rooster eyed me suspiciously over his cards. “Darlin’, I'm thinkin’ that a round of Strip Texas Hold’Em might wipe that smirk off your face. You do realize that if you win this hand, you’re gonna have three naked bikers on your bed, right?”

My smile faded almost immediately. “I’m getting a little sleepy actually.”

Joker’s grin stretched almost to his ears and he shook his head.

I nodded again. “Yes—my side’s hurting. I probably need to rest. Right, Doc?”

Doc placed his cards face down on the comforter and looked me over. “Nah... you’ve made it this far. You can get through another round.” He tried and failed to hide a smirk.

They were enjoying this a lot more than they should’ve been.

Okay, I’d play their game. All I needed to do was lose this hand and then—then, I’d only be dealing with two naked bikers instead of three.

I suppressed a groan. How did I not see that coming?

My voice came out much higher than I wanted. “Could we- I mean, could we play for money?”

Rooster cocked his head to the side. “You got any money, Neve?”

I chewed on my lip. “Well, I could pay you back.”

Doc shook his head. “Nope. No IOU’s.”

“Never mind then.” I rearranged the two cards in my hands and refused to make eye contact with the guys.

Doc asked Rooster for Aces and laid down his hand with a big grin. “I’m out of cards. What does that mean again, Neve? It’s been so long since I’ve done it.”

I rolled my eyes. “It means I let you win, ya big jerk. I hope you’re happy.”

His grin widened. “Not as happy as you’re about to be.”

Rooster stood up and began working his boxers down.

“I—no, that’s not necessary!” The glint of metal had me lowering my hands and leaning forward. “Is that a—”

Oh, it was. Rooster had his dick pierced.

“See somethin’ you like, Darlin’?” It was his turn to smirk at me.

Joker hooked a thumb in the waistband of his and winked at me.

“Oh no, everyone keep your clothes on. The game’s over—” I squeaked when he dropped them anyway.

Doc leaned back in his chair, shaking with laughter. I slapped his legs. “This is your fault.”

He choked out, “Mine? You’re the card shark here. This is all on you.”

My cheeks burned and I tried to keep my gaze on the bedspread. “Are we done yet?”

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