Page 97 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“We didn’t send you to live at the Towers so you could start acting like—” He paused and looked over at Travis, who pointed to himself, eyes wide.

“Me?” He shook his head, but his foot kept on fucking moving. “I don’t think so. Remember, not one call.”

“You’re right.”

Travis’s foot angled forward then, applying pressure to my throbbing cock, and my utensils clanged to the table as I grunted in an effort to smother a groan.

Vera looked over at me. “Caleb, honey, are you sure you’re not coming down with something? You seem so out of sorts tonight.”

“I’m fine.” I glanced at Travis, who was looking at me over the rim of his glass. “But you might be right. I am feeling a little bit hot.”

“Oh no.” She brought a hand to my forehead and nodded. “You do seem a little flushed.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, promising myself I was going to make Travis pay for this. “I feel it.”

“Well, that’s a shame. We have box seat tickets for all of us to that new Broadway show tonight.”

Travis slid his foot to the ground and jackknifed up straight in his seat, whipping his head in his mom’s direction. “A show? Tonight?”

Had I not been busy trying to calm the pounding hard-on he’d stroked to life beneath the table, I might’ve laughed at how put out he sounded by Vera’s suggestion, at the idea of having to sit next to each other through an entire show and not touch.

It seemed his little tease-and-torture session might’ve just bit him in the ass.

“Well, not anymore. I think we should stay in, make sure Caleb is okay.”

“Oh, he’s fine.” Travis waved me off without even looking my way. “Why don’t you and Dick go?”

“But—”

“I’ll make sure Caleb is…taken care of.”

Would it have been too obvious if I groaned right then? Because I knew exactly what track Travis’s mind was on, and it wasn’t the “check his temperature and bring him a washcloth” kind.

Vera looked up the table to where my dad had just finished his meal. “What do you think, Richard?”

“I think they’re old enough to look after each other and get home. Or you could stay here in your old rooms.”

A hint of a wicked smile tugged at Travis’s lips. “Yeah, we’ll work it out. Caleb can rest up a little while I…clean up.”

“Okay.” Dad looked to me and shook a finger. “But I don’t want to hear any more stories about you waking up in stranger’s beds. You two seem to have worked things out, and I’m pleased about that, but I don’t want you to lose track of your studies.”

“You’re right. I’ll be sure to only fall asleep in our condo every night.”

I was sure not to specifymybed, because if I didn’t have to lie, I wasn’t going to. But when I looked at a smirking Travis, it was clear he knew what I meant.

“Very good,” Dad said, and pushed back from the table. “Well, Vera, it looks like you and I are going on a date.”

“So it does.” She got to her feet, and as the two of them left to go and freshen up before leaving, she called back, “You two behave yourselves, and Travis? Be sure to look after Caleb.”

Travis looked at me across the now-empty table and licked his lips. “Oh, I’m gonna take good care of him tonight.”

My dick jerked behind my jeans, and with our parents in the other room, I could finally reach down under the table and rub my palm over it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, real fucking good care.”

THIRTY

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