Page 88 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

My head fell back on a shout as my hips jerked with the orgasm his ass wrenched out of me, and it wasn’t long after that King and East both came with guttural sounds that were so raw it was like they’d been milked for every last drop.

As my breathing evened out, the spray from the waterfall misted over our bodies. No one moved to unravel themselves from the other, just relishing the moment in a place that was our own personal paradise.

Then, for the first time since we’d entered the waterfall, East’s lips curved into a wicked smile and he nodded. “Okay, that surprise was worth the wait. Best spa day ever.”

THIRTY-TWO

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I’D NEVER BEEN tipsy on rum a day in my life—only because I never drank the stuff—but a couple of fresh horchata daiquiris in, courtesy of the locals’ recommendation, and I was feeling goooood.

I swayed my hips to the sound of the band’s steel drums and danced all up on Zac, who’d been watching and laughing, but needed more liquid courage. Or persuasion from me.

“You know you want to dance with me,” I said, rubbing myself on him and nuzzling my nose beneath his ear.

“Do I?” His grin gave him away, and so did the way his dark eyes were lit up. Or maybe that was just the reflection of all the lights strung up across the main street in the center of town. After dinner—and a little bit of shopping, at my request—we’d run into the weekly Friday night street fest, where King had proven to be Mr. Popular.

Everyone seemed to know him here, and they all called him “Ty.” Short for Tyrone, though I couldn’t see calling him anything but what he was.

King.

“Come on, let’s make King jealous so he’ll ditch that woman.” I grabbed Zac’s hands, placed them on my hips, and then woundmy arms around his neck, forcing him to move to the beat with me.

From a few feet away, King was indeed watching us, but being ever the gentleman by obliging the elderly bar owner with a spin.

As I caught his eye, I pretended to pout, not liking that I had to share him on this perfect day, even if it was just for a song.

“He’s being nice,” Zac said, chuckling at my put-out expression.

“He’d be nicerif he was over here shaking his ass with us.”

“So greedy.” His lips against my temple sent a shiver through me. Or maybe it was the breeze coming off the ocean now that the sun had gone down.

The song changed then, the beat kicking up a bit, and shouts and whoops went through the crowd like it was a favorite.

Zac took a step back like he was going to go and sit it out, but before he could get too far, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled him back to me.

“Where you think you’re goin’?” I swayed my hips against his. “The party’s just gettin’ started.”

“East, I don’t like to?—”

“Have fun?”

“Dance.”

He reached down, about to move my hand, when a voice we’d know blindfolded in a dark cavern—ha—shouted over the loud beat.

“Now that’s a shame.” King moved in behind Zac, caging him between us. “I was just coming to join you two.”

My eyes shifted to the glittering ones staring down at me, as King aimed a sly, conspiratorial smirk my way.

“It’s just… I’m not…” Zac glanced over his shoulder, no doubt trying to think up some lame excuse to ditch us. But I wasn’t having it, not tonight.

“Drunk enough?” I leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to his cheek. “Leave that to me.” I danced my way back from him, and as they watched me, I pointed at King. “Don’t let him go anywhere.”

Heat flickered in King’s eyes as he nodded, took hold of Zac’s arm, and spun him.

I made a beeline to the bar to get us another round of those horchata daiquiri thingies, and told the bartender to go heavy on the rum with Zac’s—guy needed to loosen up. But when I turned back to face the dance floor, it seemed rum wasn’t what was needed—just a big, bossy King.

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