Page 78 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

“That’s it,” I urged as Zac shoved his dick through my fist and East followed with the forward movement. The two of them seemed to sync up and find a matching pace that showed just how in tune they were with each other.

It was a beautiful thing to watch, a memory I knew I’d be recalling for a long time after tonight, as the flickering of the torches cast shadows over the three of us. The tangle of hands, legs, and sweat-slicked bodies mixed with the smell of salt, flowers, and sex to create a feast for the senses that played along to the soundtrack of crashing waves and heavy breathing.

Perfection…

It wasn’t a word I would’ve ever thought to put in the same sentence as the three of us, but that’s how it felt in that moment.

Sheer, utter perfection.

“King,” Zac moaned as he shoved back, his arms trembling. “East…”

“Right fucking here,” East answered, digging his fingers into Zac’s hips.

“I need?—”

“I know,” East answered. “I got you.”

Zac’s eyes held mine. “I want you to come with me.”

“Issuing orders now?”

“Wants…” Zac panted as I gave us a long, strong stroke. “I love feeling you pulse against me… I want to feel you explode all over me.”

“Dirty Zac.” I brushed my thumb over the head of his dick, making him shudder. “Who knew?”

“Me,” East said, picking up his pace, his cock now knocking Zac’s prostate, rendering him completely speechless. “Ifucking knew.”

“Then show me how you get him there.”

East smoothed a hand up to Zac’s shoulder and gripped it tight, then began to hammer into him like he’d never get a chance to again. Zac reveled in every rough thrust, every bite of East’s nails into his hips, and every strong pull I gave to his cock.

His body was being used in the most delicious way possible, and he was loving every fucking minute of it. So much so that when he started to tremble, his arms gave out, and he collapsed onto me, trapping my stroking hand. That didn’t stop East, though—he continued his sensual assault, and seconds later Zac stiffened. His dick pounded in time with mine, and as he buried his face in my neck and cried out, East railed into him one last time.

My shout matched East’s as our climaxes hit, and as he threw his head back in unbridled ecstasy, Zac’s warm, sticky cum coated my hand and stomach, to mix with mine.

The night hadn’t gone to plan at all. I thought I’d be in control, but I was wrong.

But as the two stunning men I’d shared it with collapsed onto the blanket beside me, I couldn’t help but think that in this case, I didn’t mind being wrong—not one little bit.

THIRTY

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I CAN’TSTANDthe rain.

It’s so inconvenient.

It messes with my clothes, my hair, and most importantly, my good time.

Here I was on a private island with two of the most gorgeous men alive with only a handful of days left to enjoy it, and what had it done for the last however many hours?Rained. And not a little sprinkle here and there, but the loud, thunder-clapping, wake-you-up, pouring-down kind of rain.

I stretched my arms above my head, narrowing my eyes as they followed the fat droplets of rain sliding down the glass pane.

Jesus, was itevergoing to stop? It had started sometime early this morning and hadn’t let up.

With a sigh, I grabbed the plush robe from my en suite and slipped it on. The soft material felt good on my naked skin, and I figured there was no point in actually putting anything else on right now. It wasn’t like we were going anywhere.

I splashed some water over my face and stared at my reflection, noticing the way my skin had turned a warm olive under the island sun. I lookedgood. Real good. Relaxed, satisfied, and sun-kissed. I still had a few faint tan lines that Iwas hoping to be rid of by the end of this trip, but that would be dependent on whether or not this monsoon decided to let up anytime soon.

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