Page 39 of Martyr
Saint trades in three cards.
Reese winks at me and asks for one.
Kade takes none.
“Oh, you’re fucked,” I whisper to Saint.
“Shut up.”
Saint reveals a straight with a slow smile. The bastard actually got lucky, which seems like a miracle after he tookthreecards.
Reese drops his cards on the table. I inch forward and take in his five clubs.
A flush is better than Saint’s straight…
“Let’s see it, Laurent,” Saint says.
Kade puts his cards down, and I immediately laugh.
Of fucking course.
He has a straight flush. The spades seem to laugh up at us, and I focus on Saint.
“You can lose an item, too,” Kade says to Reese.
Reese shrugs and pulls off a sock. He drops it to the cushion beside him and points to Saint. “I think that means you have to get naked.”
“I don’t like this game,” Saint mutters.
Still, he’s not a whiny bitch about it. He yanks his sock off and throws it at Kade, then shimmies out of his boxers. The sight ofhis tattooed dick flips my stomach, and I fight against the wave of memories of feeling it inside me.
The arousal burns between my legs, and I shift my weight to press my thighs together.
“How about a new game?” Reese asks. “Since you guys have both lost this one.”
I snort. “Like?”
“Truth or dare?”
“A children’s game, then,” Saint says.
Reese just smiles.
“Fine.” I tilt my head at Reese. “Lose your jeans and put us on even footing.”
“Is that a dare?”
“Yeah, it is.”
His smile widens. He rises and removes his sweatpants, then briefs. They’re not the ones he was wearing last night—he’s not inanyof the same clothing. And they don’t exactly fit perfectly, which makes me think Kade supplied him with stuff.
How nice of him.
“My turn,” Reese announces. “Saint. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Have you remembered anything else and not told?” Reese asks.
