Page 40 of Martyr
Saint wets his lips. “Just confusing stuff. I don’t know what’s real or not.”
“Like?” Reese prods.
“A kiss.”
I make a noise in the back of my throat, but he’s not looking at me.
He meets Kade’s steady gaze.
Oh, fuck. Oh my God. Why is the idea of that such a turn-on? It shouldn’t be, right? But Saint’s heart has been flayed opentime and again, and he struggled with letting me in. Maybe it’s not just me who’s needed to fix him.
Maybe he needs more.
I can’t always be the martyr of this relationship. I can’t always sacrifice myself over and over hoping that it’ll fix Saint. The thought hits me like a thunderclap, and I dig my nails into my thighs. The bit of pain comes through my tipsy haze, and it allows me to hold on to that thought more solidly.
Saint might need more than just me. Even if he fell in love with me on his own… I’m just one person.
The thought scares me a little, because the flip side of the coin is that this isKadewe’re talking about. I don’t trust him. Like Reese said, he’s not going to kill us. That doesn’t account for him giving me to Gabriel, and he clearly has no morals when it comes to Sterling Falls. Does he have morals when it comes to Saint?
Or me now?
“My turn,” Saint continues, oblivious to my line of thinking. “Kade? Truth or dare.”
“Dare.” Kade’s smile is positively wicked.
“If my memory is real…” He grimaces. “Don’t fuck with me. Just prove it.”
Kade nods once. He stands and motions for Saint to do the same.
I scramble to my feet and get out of the way, finding Reese’s side on the couch. He automatically loops his arm around my shoulders.
Saint seems paralyzed. He faces Kade, but some sort of flight response triggers when he gets close. Saint steps away, and Kade follows. Slowly, like a dance, until Saint’s back hits the far wall. He straightens up off it, his brows furrowing.
With a sudden move, Kade shoves Saint back.
I gasp, but Reese’s hand leaves my shoulder and covers my mouth.
Yeah, right. This is important memory time, here.
Still, the thought of this happening at some point, and Saint notmentioningit? Thewhenwill be my next question. If I get a next question.
Saint pushes at Kade’s hands, but he shoves harder. He grasps Saint’s hips, pinning him to the wall, and looks down between them.
“Hmm,” Kade murmurs. “Same bodily response.”
Reese brushes my arm with his knuckles. The feeling trails down, to my hip, then inches under my panties.
Fuck.
Saint doesn’t resist it. His eyes are wide when Kade leans in, and Kade places the tiniest, softest of kisses on Saint’s lips.
Once.
Twice.
Reese’s fingers dip inside me, and his other hand holds my jaw closed. The groan that wants to come out is trapped behind my teeth.
When Kade pulls away, Saint follows.
