Page 86 of Martyr
“Okay,” Reese says. “Artemis is the final judgment call on that, man. But it means a lot for me to hear you say that.”
I smile just as the sounds of Tem’s climax reaches us.
Damn, that’s hot.
Without another word, Reese and I enter the room. I’m not sure exactly what I pictured, but Tem straddling Saint, with his hand on the back of her neck and their intense eye contact, was not it. They’re not kissing, but her hips move slowly. They don’t notice us—they’re locked in an intimate moment, which is the first I’ve seen of them in a while.
And they’re fully clothed except for where they’re joined… which just won’t do.
Anticipation prickles at my skin, but I hesitate. After everything, I don’t know if my touch is welcome. Reese strides forward, but I hang back. He makes a comment that has Artemis focusing on him, and her lazy smile creates a knot of tension in my chest.
He kisses her.
“Kade,” Saint rumbles.
I focus on him, and shock flickers through me. He seems different. He’s the version of Saint Hart that I expected to find on Isle of Paradise. Cocky, self-assured. Aware of our history and not afraid of it.
“You remember?”
He nods. He doesn’t seem to mind that Reese and Artemis are now making out while he’s still inside her. He just leans back, giving them room, and inclines his chin.
A dare.
I take a step forward. Then another.
“Saint, I?—”
“Save it for later,” he says. His body flexes, hips thrusting his cock into Tem, and she moans into Reese’s mouth. “Come here.”
I approach. I stop at the edge of the table. Reese has a knee on the seat and a hand planted next to Tem’s thigh. I stare at them, at their tongues, and my heart skips.
She breaks away and focuses on me. Her gaze sharpens.
Here comes the part where she tells me to get lost. She reaches out and curls her fingers around the top edge of my vest. Instead of shoving me away, she drags me in. I catch myself on the table and lean in.
She kisses me.
She’s kissing me.
Why is she kissing me?
Every warm feeling about her, that I’ve been trying to bury for weeks, suddenly rushes to the surface. I didn’t want to become attached. I didn’t want to think about her at night. I didn’t want to betray her to save Reese.
My heart cracks open at all I put her through.
All I putthemthrough. Saint and Tem and Reese—they’ve been a unit, and I’ve been their opposition.
Why?
Fuckingwhy?
I pull away and shake my head, but she still has a hold on my vest. She hangs on, not allowing me to get far.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. Saint said to save it, but I can’t contain myself. “I’m so fucking sorry, Artemis.”
She exhales.
“You’re in a burning building,” Reese says suddenly. “Who are you saving?”
