Page 49 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“This ismyplace.” No one paid any attention to my protest, because right then, Sin was getting me naked.

Bare-chested, with my shirt holding my arms behind my back, I was at Sin’s mercy as he freed my dick from my pants and began to give it long strokes.

My breathing came a little faster as the memory collided with what I was seeing on the TV. It was just as hot to watch as it’d been to experience, and even though I was panicked that somehow they’d know it was me, I still found my cock getting hard at the scene.

“Take his pants off!” West called out, just as Sin spun burglar me around to face the brick and did just that.

The shirt holding my arms disappeared, my pants were around my ankles, and there I was, hands braced on the brick and so very naked. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that I looked damn good, because Gavin let out a low whistle and said, “Here it comes,” and I practically stroked out.

I smacked the container of lemon juice on the counter while Gavin wasn’t looking, sending it pouring out in his direction, and he jumped back out of the way, but not before some of it landed on his shirt.

“Van, Jesus.” He grabbed at the paper towel roll, and I helped him dry off his shirt so he wouldn’t be subjected to…oh, I don’t know,his brother getting rammedin about two seconds. He didn’t need to see that.Noneof my friends needed to see that, but the remote was across the room—

Unless I switched off the power somehow. I could do that, right?

As Gavin rinsed off his shirt in the sink behind me, Travis shook his head at the screen, where Sin had his fingers deep in my ass.

“Van, you’re a fuckin’ idiot for not hitting that while you could,” he said.

I would’ve said the same thing if I didn’t know better, and thank fuckhedidn’t know better. None of them did. Wasn’t even on their radar.

For a brief moment, I was able to breathe again—until Sin traced the birthmark under my ass and said, “Now what do we have here?”

“What the…” Gavin’s mouth fell open as he slowly made his way his way past the counter toward the living room. “Oh my God,” he said quietly at first, almost to himself, but then recognition dawned and his eyes widened. “Oh myGod.”

All eyes turned to my brother, who was pressing the heels of his hands over his eyes.

“What the shit is going on with you Truitts back there?” East said, exasperation lacing his words.

“For the love of...” Gavin said as he gagged a little. “My eyes. Someone get the bleach.”

“Uh oh, Gavin’s scared of the pretty python. Doesn’t bode well for what Joey’s packin’.” Daire smirked as my brother shook his head.

“That’s Van. That’s his birthmark. It’s Van.”

Oh fuuuck.I didn’t even remember Sin pointing it out, not with everything else he’d been doing to my body.

Those eyes moved from Gavin to me, disbelief in all of them.

I shook my head, but my knees were about to give out from under me. “He’s wrong. It’s not me.”

“Oh God, it even sounds like you.” With his eyes squeezed shut, Gavin put his hands over his ears. “Make it stop. Someone turn it off.”

“Okay, for some reason my brother is traumatized by huge dicks, so let’s just give him a break.” I made my way in between the couches and reached for the remote, but East was faster, grabbing it and rising to his feet.

He tapped me on the chest with the end of the remote, a wicked curve to his lips. “I think you’re lying.” As he took a step toward me, I moved back, but at least my body was blocking some of the screen now.

Even if the sound of our groans did nothing to hide what was happening.

Gavin had two pillows shoved against his ears.

“It’s not me,” I said again, but this time every one of my friends were looking at me with amusement and devilry written all over their faces.

Shit. I was so busted.

“Is it off yet?” Gavin called out.

East arched a brow at West. “I think we need a little proof.”

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