Page 38 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“Hmm?” His eyes closed again as his smile settled into something more teasing. “You wanna see it?”

“No, I want to get it home. Let’s go.” I pulled him up to a sitting position and then reached around to hold his waist. “Hold on to me so you don’t bust it.”

“Yes, Caleb,” he said, wrapping his arm loosely around my neck as I helped him stand. That was something. At least I wouldn’t have to carry his ass out of here. More like shuffle through the crowd and keep him from falling over.

I didn’t realize how claustrophobic it’d been inside until we stepped out into the cool night air and I managed a deep breath. Travis’s head fell against my shoulders, his nose skimming my neck.

“You smell good.” His breath tickled my skin, causing me to shiver as I scanned the cars for our taxi.

“Yeah, well, you smell like you had too many drinks and threw them up in that VIP room.”

“I do not. And I didn’t.”

“You sure about that?” I adjusted my hand on his waist and hauled him toward the taxi, where the driver was still enjoying a smoke by the hood of the car. He put the cigarette out on the sole of his shoe before climbing back inside.

When I opened the door to shove Travis in, he said, “He gonna be sick in my cab?”

“No.”

He grunted, but I didn’t care one way or another what he thought as long as he got us both home in one piece.

The second I slid into the back seat and slammed the door, Travis moaned, dropping his forehead to the back of the driver’s seat. “Don’t feel…so hot.”

“It’s okay, we’ll be home soon. Just breathe.” I went to rub his back like that would soothe him, but his shirt was soaked with sweat.

“Need to…lie down.”

The driver looked at me over his shoulder with a warning, and I waved him off. “Just get us there fast, please. Trav, come here.”

I carefully pulled him down into my lap as we took off, trying to keep him steady so he didn’t lose his stomach all over the floorboard—or on me.

“Try to relax, okay?”

“Imma relaxed.”

I chuckled as he slurred his words together, his warm breath penetrating the material of my pants where his cheek was smushed up against my thigh.

“Good, won’t be long now.” I stroked his wild hair, drawing it back from his face so I could make sure he was breathing. But the second my hands touched the long strands, Travis let out a low groan and craned his head up.

“Feels good,” he said. “Head’s pounding. But that feels so goooood.”

“Your head’s going to feel a lot worse tomorrow.”

He grunted in acknowledgment as I absently ran my fingers to the back of his head and gently massaged it, all the while watching the street signs and calculating just how much time it would take until we were home.

Not too much longer now.

If I could manage to keep him relaxed, we just might make it out of this cab without having to pay to have it detailed the next day. But that would depend a lot on Travis and how he was feeling.

“Trav? You still doing okay?”

When he didn’t respond, I angled his face to make sure he was breathing, and thankfully he was, calm and even. He’d fallen asleep.

I let out a sigh and laid his head back down on my lap, trailing my fingers over his cheek and chin. He was doing this a lot more lately. Going out alone. Getting drunk. Calling me for a ride home.

I’d tried to ask him why he didn’t just go out with his friends, but in true Travis form he always made some comment about how impossible it would be to hook up if he was busy talking to his friends.

Seemed like an irrelevant point to me, since he only hooked up with guys in clubs, never taking them home or leaving with anyone. Well, anyone except me after he’d gotten too drunk to call a cab.

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