Page 48 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

Travis had Kirby beneath him now, stretched out on his back along the cushions as he nuzzled into his neck and kissed a path back up to his mouth. Their hands were tangled up in each other’s hair, much like their legs were further down the couch.

Look away.Goaway.

But I stayed frozen as I watched, swallowing hard when Kirby’s leg wrapped around Travis’s ass to hold him there. Travis lifted up onto his elbows, looking down at his conquest with a hunger that made my stomach flip and my mind rewind to a time when Travis had looked at me that way…

“Caleb…” Travis pushed my hair out of my eyes, and the intensity that flared when our gazes locked was like nothing I’d ever felt. I sucked in a breath as my cock reacted to the way he was looking at me—the way he’dalwayslooked at me, but I’d never understood the context before. Not until his fingers tightened in my hair, and an urgent need began to pulse between us?—

A curse ripped out of Kirby, bringing me back to the present, and I didn’t want to know what Travis had done to elicit that reaction. Whatever it was, Kirby was gripping the back of Travis’s neck and pulling his mouth down, as another flash of memory dragged me back in time…

I thought I was dreaming, but it was really happening. Travis was kissing me. Kissing and touching me in a way that I never could have imagined, and the shock made my heart stutter and another gasp escape my lips. The ones currently molded against Travis’s like they’d been made to fit there.

It felt so good, so right, that I didn’t even question it, didn’t even think as his tongue slipped inside my mouth…

“Yeah, just like that.” The sound of Travis praising Kirby had me snapping back to reality, as he sat up to straddle him and began to roll his hips.

Oh God.I was gonna be sick.

Before I could grab my shit to head to my room, a message flashed up on my phone.

JT:

Late night coffee hang? I’m at the café downstairs.

Fuuuck yes.His timing couldn’t have been better.

I slid my chair back, no longer giving a shit about being quiet, and ignored that I saw Travis’s head turn in my direction out of the corner of my eye. Whatever. I didn’t want him to think I was affected by what was going on in any way, because he could do what the fuck he wanted. Same as me. I just hoped he didn’t catch what was still happening below my hips, because the last thing I needed was for him to think I was somehow turned on by the sexual display happening only feet away.

And those memories could fuck right off too.

FOURTEEN

travis

PENT-UP SEXUAL FRUSTRATION. There was nothing like it.

The second Caleb left the apartment last night, my dick deflated, no longer interested in the man writhing beneath me. I tried to blame it on Caleb’s being a distraction, and his negative vibe threw me off my game, but in the back of my mind, I knew why I’d brought Kirby around. I was just that petty. And once the object of my attention was gone, I casually pushed Kirby away and ended up sitting through the entirety ofDeadpoolbefore he finally got the hint things weren’t gonna go down that way between us.

Fucking Caleb. Such a goddamn cockblock.

Without an outlet for my irritation, I headed out the next night to an old club favorite with the others, determined to get out of my bad mood. Showing off one of my new designs always gave me a confidence boost, and this one in particular accentuated my body in such a way that I’d leave them all gagging.

Preston let out a low whistle as I sauntered up to the bar. “Damn, Trav. On the prowl or meeting someone?”

“Can’t a guy just look good?”

“Well, yeah, but there’s good and then there’s…wow.”

I smirked, not sure I’d ever get over that our former “straight” guy of the group had no problem checking out guys now. “Stop it, you’re turning me on.”

He chuckled and lifted a shoulder. “Just being honest. Serena would die if she saw you. I should send her a picture.”

“You should. She has impeccable taste…other than dating you,” I teased with a wink. “How is your boyfriend’s daughter these days?”

“Obsessed with Europe. I have a feeling she’ll stay after her internship.”

“You don’t think your moving in with Archer has anything to do with that decision?”

“No, I think the rotation of hot bodies she’s been hanging out with over there have more to do with it.”

---