Page 15 of Orion Ruined

“Come on guys,” my chuckle suddenly drying out. I’m calling their bluff. “I have other things. Like, clothes. I’m sure you two are not afraid to lose a few of your garments in a poker game with a girl.”

They glance at each other, contemplating on the consequences should they win and undress me. I continue before they respond. “Suit yourself. None of you stand a chance anyway.”

They chuckle, this time out loud.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so on.” Logan gives me the deck of cards to cut. “Kai? Let’s teach her a lesson.”

“With pleasure.” Kai sits up and crosses his legs too.

I lean in, and focus, now I definitely mean business. I’m wearing a t-shirt, leggings and panties underneath but it won’t come to that. I know poker.

Logan deals the cards, and we’re in a game. Immediately, I start noticing their minute movements. Poker is all about nuances. Kai leans back slightly, I notice that Logan bites his lower lip twice, and he stops. He has something. Kai tries to look cool, clear sign he has nothing at all.

Kai would have to fold, and Logan is now the real threat.

“Hit me.” Kai says and my lips crook. Is it going to be this easy?

Logan looks like a proud father holding his cards. Bluff? Does he have the king? Maybe king and queen?

It’s as if Kai wants to take off his clothes. After a few rounds we place our cards on the table, and I grin. Damn.

“What’s it going to be, Kai?” I grin.

“Let her decide.” Logan is quick to interrupt him.

He’s wearing a t-shirt, and jeans. If I go for the jeans I’d seem cruel.

“T-shirt.”

Kai doesn’t say a word, but slowly pulls his top over his head, revealing his bulky pecs, six pack, and inked arms, leaving me speechless. I see his jeans are low cut and, without the t-shirt, I distinctly see the V below his abs.

“Close your mouth, Maisy.” Kai glares at me like a brooding animal that’s going to attack.

I’m cool, although uninvited heat pools between my legs.

“I was just celebrating my win. It’s Logan’s turn next.” I smirk as Logan chuckles defiantly.

“I’m out. I can’t bear the humiliation, seriously, I felt like a piece of meat as I was undressing.” Kai laughs and moves next to me.

His aftershave, mixed with the scent of his leather jacket, is pure bottled testosterone. It overwhelms me and, I’m sure it’s because of it, I lose the next game.

Which is unheard of because I actually have photographic memory, and therefore, remember everything. I count the cards. Clearly I’m distracted. Clearly.

“What do you want me to take off?” I ask, knowing perfectly well I have no bra under my t-shirt.

“Leggings.” Logan says and rolls his eyes. He knows he does not have much of a choice.

“Don’t do that. I’m playing fair and square. You want me to take something off, I will.” Do I want him to ask me to take off my top? Yes. No. Don’t know. He wouldn’t dare though.

I stand up and take off my leggings in a clumsy way, nearly falling down on my butt. “I would have taken my top off if I needed to.”

“You need lessons in stripping, Maisy.” Logan chuckles and Kai joins him. “I could arrange it if you want.”

“Just deal the next round, Logan.”

Naturally, I won that round. Of course I did. But just as Logan was about to take off his pants they both got a message on their cells, and our party was over. It must have been Orion.

Still, for a few days we hung out, watched TV, talked. It’s funny; all either of them wants to know, from under their masks of testosterone and hardness, is what it’s like living a normal life.

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