“What do you have in mind?” I start dealing the cards, watching his expression carefully as it morphs into a devious grin that I know all too well.
“Strip.”
“There’s no such thing as Strip Phase 10.”
“There is too! You can turn any game into a strip game.”
I deposit the last card and place the deck between us. “You’re lying.”
He pulls out his phone, scrolls for a minute, and then sets it on the table. “See, it’s a real game.” He points to the phone, smiling smugly.
I lean forward, reading the rules on his screen.Dammit.It is a real thing. Who came up with that? This is a family game!
“Well, what do you say, May? You in or are you scared?”
I scoff. “Scared of what?”
“Losing.”
“Game on,” I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
It’s been a while since I’ve played, but so far the odds have not been in my favor.Cue Hunger Games music.
Travis hasn’t stopped grinning as he wins round after round, still comfortably in his jeans and T-shirt, having only lost his hoodie and shoes. I would’ve worn more layers had I known.
I’m currently in a tank top and sleep shorts. I’ve lost my shirt, shoes, socks, earrings, and my hair bow. He said those last two were cheating, but I argued and won.
I’m running out of things to take off, but I’ve been patiently waiting for my next turn. I can’t hold back the Cheshire grin that spreads across my face as I smack my cards on the table. “Phase three complete! Take it off!”
“Thank fuck, I was starting to get hot.”
My smile falls at his flippant tone, and he yanks his shirt over his head. My throat suddenly dries up as my eyes fall to his nipple rings. I’d almost forgotten about them. I haven’t seen his since we got them done.
Good Lord, he’s fine. His lightly toned abs and arms are decorated in colorful ink. It’s all over him. From swirls of color, the massive skull on his bicep, and even the red roses across his chest are sexy.
“Eyes up here.” He snaps his fingers, and my gaze shoots up.
“Huh?”
His head is tilted sideways, a brow arched high as he gives me a knowing grin. I shake my head and draw a card. When I finally lay my next phase down, Travis pushes from the table and slowly, very slowly, undoes his belt, flinging it behind him on the bed.
“Your turn.” My tone is dismissive, like I’m unaffected by how hot he is. Another newsflash: I’m not. I’m so affected I can barely focus on the cards in front of me. It’s probably why I’m losing so badly. I want to flip this table over and ridehis face to kingdom come. Feel his tongue ring flick my clit at warp speed while he?—
“Phase nine.” His words interrupted my filthy thoughts. I’m sitting in my frilly white bra and matching underwear while he’s shirtless in jeans. Looking good enough to eat.
I sigh. Undoing my bra, I let it slide from my body. He licks his lips, staring at the bars, the same way I was doing minutes ago to him.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes out, continuing to lick his lips. The silver ball poking through his tongue catches the light, and it sends a tremor through me. I cross my arms over my chest, feeling a chill break out over my skin as the air conditioner kicks on behind me, making my nipples harden. They’ve finally accepted the piercings I shoved through them a few weeks ago. I’m not ready to have them played with yet, sadly, but they are no longer revolting every single day, so that’s a plus.
The next card I draw is useless, so I add it to the discard pile.
Travis’s grin widens, his eyes shining with delight when he tosses phase ten down, winning the game.
I growl. “Bullshit! You’re cheating!”
He chuckles. “You dealt!” I snarl, and he laughs harder. “Don’t be a sore loser, May.Take. It. Off.”
I slam my cards down and shove my chair back to stand, ready to lose my last bit of clothing and dignity as I peel my underwear off.
