Page 66 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

We’d look back on this and laugh about it later.Hey, remember that one time…

I rubbed the dull ache in my chest and focused on breathing and not hyperventilating over the fact that I’d just made out and gotten off with my new stepbrother. Our parents had only been married for a matter of hours, andthiswas how we’d chosen to celebrate? We were out of our goddamn minds. Years of being inseparable flipped on its head because we had a wild night.

I took in a deep breath then pushed off the door. The sight that greeted me in the mirror was a shock, and I flipped on the light.

My shirt unbuttoned up my chest but not completely open. Just enough that Travis had slipped his hands underneath, feeling his way around, exploring before trailing down to the waist of my boxer briefs. My cum—or his?—was smeared across my lower stomach and all over the front of the black material.

I stepped toward the sink, my first instinct to wash away all the proof of what we’d just done. But something stopped me.

I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and tossed it aside. Then I touched my stomach, the same place Travis had touched minutes ago, before sliding my hand further down and brushing the sticky mess on my briefs.

Me or Travis?

It was difficult to tell. But one thing was clear—things had gotten messy.

Messy, complicated, and all kinds of…hot.

Even now, my dick was responding to remnants of what we’d left behind. What our subconscious had finally admitted to when left alone, with alcohol cheering us on.

I painted my lower abs with our confession and wondered how we would ever take this back.Couldwe take it back? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.

I refocused on the guy staring back at me and had no idea who he was.

Funny, when thirty minutes ago I thought I knew everything.

Why did it feel like everything had changed? Would I even be able to look at Travis without thinking about how good it felt to have his lips on mine? Would I ever not hear the breathy sounds he made when he wrapped his hand around our cocks? Had he ever thought of me that way before tonight?

Yes,some faraway voice inside me confirmed.You know he has. You’ve seen the way he looks at you. Flirts with you. Chooses to spend time with you over anyone else.

HadI always known? Hell, maybe I liked it. Maybe I wanted his attention. When Travis focused on you, you felt like the only person in the room. Like you were special. He just had that effect on people.

On me.

But we couldn’t do this. It was wrong. Imagine if our parents found out we had?—

No, I couldn’t think about that. We’d had a moment, a seriously hot one that would be burned into my brain forever, but it didn’t mean anything beyond that. I wasn’t into guys. And I definitely wasn’t into my stepbrother.Was I?

I turned on the faucet and grabbed a hand towel to wash myself off. There was no hope for my boxer briefs, but I threw my shirt back on to cover the majority of the mess we’d made.

When I looked more put together than I felt, I opened the door to go find Travis. I had no idea what he was thinking, especially with my running off like that. It wasn’t like I’dmeantto freak out, but going into shock meant I needed a minute.

“Trav?” I called out as I headed back to the family room. He didn’t answer, and he wasn’t still laid out on the rug. I rounded the corner into the family room, thinking he might’ve put on a movie, but he wasn’t there either. “Travis?”

I stood still, listening for his response, but the whole house felt too quiet. Had he gone up to his room and passed out already?

I checked the rest of the first floor before heading upstairs, thankfully feeling a lot more sober than I had when we first got home.

“Travis, wake up,” I said, stopping in front of his closed door and rapping it a couple times. When he still didn’t answer, I opened the door.

The room was empty, bed still made, everything in perfect order.

Frowning, I closed the door and then checked my room.

No Travis.

Had he left? Surely not. For one thing, he’d had more to drink than me, and for another, he wouldn’t just leave me after what we’d done. Not without talking about it or joking about it or whatever Travis-like thing he’d do to break the ice.

I went back downstairs to grab my phone out of my pants and hit his number, keeping an ear out in case it went off somewhere in the penthouse.

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