Page 53 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

I took the offered hand, grateful at least that one person in this group seemed somewhat normal.

“Don’t worry about the rest of these guys—they’re still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that the guy they’ve been fantasizing about for the past two weeks is standing in their friend’s living room.”

As my eyes traveled around the room, I became more than aware of the appreciative once-overs I was being subjected to. Not a bad boost for the ego when you considered the other source of entertainment available to them at that moment.

“That and we’re trying not to cry over the fact that Van won’t tell us how it felt to be impaled with—”

“West.” The sweet-faced guy sitting beside Westclamped a hand over his mouth as his cheeks turned the same color as a tomato. “I’m JT, and this is my boyfriend, West.”

East’s snort didn’t escape meorJT, by the narrowed eyes he aimed in East’s direction.

“Feeling the need to lay claim, Golden Boy?”

“Ignore East,” JT added. “We all do.”

Seemed JT and I already had something in common—our dislike of East.

“And the rest of us,” Preston said, turning back to face the others. “Travis, with the pillow. Daire in the back there, and Gavin and Donovan, well, they’ll be out soon.”

Not soon enough,I thought as the sound of Donovan shouting out his release had everyone’s attention returning to the screen.

Oh hell, I knew exactly what was about to happen next.

The room fell silent as Donovan said, “You already got what you wanted,”and I replied,“Not yet I didn’t.”

And despite the fact I was standing in a room full of strangers who were glued to what I was doing, naked, on screen, to their friend, my dick jerked as I watched myself push Donovan to his knees in the rain.

I glanced around to room to see that Travis had scooted forward to the edge of his seat, and West had his hand over JT’s where it rested on his lap, as rain pummeled my naked body and I got myself off, shooting my load all over Donovan’s masked face.

“Oh. My. God.”

Donovan’s all-too-familiar voice broke through the sound of my heavy breathing from the surround sound system. When I looked past his friends to see him there fresh-faced, damp-haired, and so fucking gorgeous I wanted to kneel athisfeet, I didn’t care what shit his friends had just put me through.

It was worth it just to be back in his presence.

Something he didn’t feel in return, I was guessing, since he stormed into the living room and snatched the remote out of Daire’s hand.

“I told you assholes to turn this off and get the hell out. Why are you still here?”

East sauntered over to Donovan, not worried, it seemed, that his friend looked close to committing murder.

“Because we found this”—he turned and gestured to me—“waiting on your doorstep like a lost little puppy—”

“More like a ferocious lion,” Travis added. I clearly had a fan in that one.

Donovan turned apologetic eyes my way. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? Because we brought him inside and showed him some hospitality? We couldn’t just leave him out there,” East continued, and Donovan glared at him.

“Yes, you could’ve. You brought him in here to try to humiliate him.”

“No. I brought him in here to show him how much we all…admire him.”

“Okay, well, you’ve had your fun, and now you can all fuck off.”

“Aw, is that any way to talk to your friends?”

“It’s the only way to talk toyou.”

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