Page 53 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

That was what I should probably do—hit the dance floor, find some gorgeous girl, and forget all about my asshole roommate. It was bad enough I had to live with him, but was I really going to let him run me off from having a good time? I was only weeks into this year from hell our parents had decided to inflict upon us. I’d be damned if I suffered while he went on with his life like nothing had changed.

A familiar laugh caught my attention, dragging it to a smaller, more intimate dance floor to the left. The lights were low over there, and the velvet walls were designed for comfort—if couples wanted “support” in bumping and grindingminusa few articles of clothing.

It wasn’t my scene at all, but as the shadows shimmered over the entangled bodies, a very familiar silhouette came into focus and my breath caught in the back of my throat.

Travis was difficult to miss in the outfit he’d chosen tonight: fitted black pants that flared at the bottom and sat indecently low on his hips, his usual assortment of cuffs that went up his arm, rings that adorned several fingers, and a couple of chains hanging from his neck. But it was the cut of his contoured vest, dipping to mid-chest and leaving his back bare and on display, that was the real showstopper.

My eyes got stuck on his back as he danced, and just like the night before, my body immediately responded.

Thiswas exactly what I’d been hoping wouldn’t happen. I stood there in some sort of trance, and my cock decided to come to life.

Travis had his hands braced on the wall on either side of his captive’s head. Wandering hands were running over his ass and pulling him in close, making it clear that whoever was between him and the wall was very happy to be there.

I knew I needed to look away,getaway from where I had a perfect view of them, but my feet seemed glued to the floor. My eyes fixated on the scene unfolding in front of me.

Walk away. Just walk the fuck away.

But just like last night, I found my body unwilling to follow my brain’s orders. It was like he’d put a spell on me, a voodoo curse where he could make my body do what he wanted, because that was the only possible explanation for why I was hard right now.

Travis lowered his head, and I watched him kiss his way down his partner’s neck. It was like I could feel his lips on my own skin, and I had to reach down to adjust my pants, which were growing tighter by the second.

Unbelievable. I was standing here in a club full of potential hookups and my dick was hyper-focused on a person already hooking up. Not to mention a person I didn’t want to be hard for. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself of that fact, I was still standing here watching him.

Maybe that was it. Did I just like to watch?

Travis wedged a leg between the other guy’s and began to rock against him, and I tightened my grip on myself, remembering how good it felt to be pressed up against Travis’s writhing body.

“Hey, move out of the way, man.”

The annoyed voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I stepped aside, closer to the smaller dance floor. I zeroed in on Travis again, only this time,hewas watchingme, looking over his shoulder as his partner kissed his way down his chest.

It was as though he didn’t even notice. His slow, knowing smile mocked me as his gaze traveled down my body, catching on the way even the shadows couldn’t hide my tented pants.

Goddammit.I should’ve just left. I shouldn’t have stopped and risked running into him. Now he had confirmation of just how much he affected me, and I hated giving up that power to him. It tipped the scales, not giving me a fucking foot to land on.

Why did this keep happening? I wasn’t into guys. I wasn’t into Travis. I let my guard downonce, and he’d never let me forget it.

He bit down on his lip suggestively, then pushed off the wall. Grabbing the front of the guy’s shirt, he turned them both around so Travis’s back was against the wall, giving him a prime view of where I stood. The guy’s hands roamed Travis’s body, his hips swaying as he slinked his way down, but Travis was still staring at me.

With one hand holding the guy’s head down at his hips, he curled a finger at me, beckoning me to come closer.

Was he insane? No way was I getting in the middle of whatever was going on. Even if he didn’t already have someone to supply his next orgasm, I still wouldn’t have walked over there.

But I also wasn’t looking away. It was like I was hypnotized, something in Travis’s hooded eyes keeping me rooted to the spot. When it was clear I wasn’t joining him, he threaded his fingers through the guy’s hair, keeping him down near his hips as he thrust them forward. Sucking his bottom lip behind his teeth with every slow roll. The sight made my cock ache to the point of my being desperate for release.

God he was…

I swallowed, not letting my mind go there. Travis was a sexual creature and used it to his advantage, and this was just a way to prove a point.

As the guy made his way back up Travis’s body, it was as if I was the one over there, feeling how hard he was. I remembered how good it felt, how shocked I was to feel Travis’s erection rubbing against mine. It’d been years since I let myself think about that. The aftermath had ruined that entire night, made me feel like I’d done something wrong.

But it’d been Travis who made the first move, even if I’d been staring at his mouth, wondering what it would feel like under mine. For a moment, I thought we both wanted the same thing, until my brain came back online and I realized I’d just come with my stepbrother.

It was wrong. Standing here like a voyeur was wrong.

So when Travis cocked his head and mouthed, “Come here,” some sense of reality finally kicked in, and I did the only thing I could think of.

I ran.

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