Insatiable Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes Book 2)

TONIGHT HAD NOT ended up anything like I’d planned.

Coming home to all the guys watching our scene? Their figuring out it was me? Just… Fuck. I’d never planned on telling anyone. Doing the shoots was a way to get my hands and mouth on Kelly the way I wanted to from the first moment I saw him, and I definitely didn’t regret that.

Did I wish this little secret of mine was still just that? Yes.

Did I mind so much with Kelly sitting beside me not concerned in the slightest that every one of my friends in the Sprinter had just watched us together?

Surprisingly…no.

Other than Gavin, who was avoiding my gaze, which I couldn’t blame him for—I’d be traumatized too—the guys were curious. Maybe too curious.

My thigh pressed up against Kelly’s in the back of the van on the way to God only knew where. I’d been right that there were plans for the group tonight, but it wasn’t until after we’d agreed to join that I found out it was East’s idea. And that made me nervous for whatever I was about to subject Kelly to. Although he seemed to be taking it all in stride, not fazed in the slightest about what he’d walked into, and hitting each of the questions the guys threw at him out of the park.

And don’t even get me started on how sexy he looked in just jeans and a t-shirt hugging his athletic body.

“So that was Van with you in the party scene, and also the attempted break-in,” West said, ticking off his fingers. “What else?”

I shook my head. “There’s nothing else.”

“Bullshit. You looked way too comfortable in front of those cameras, my man.”

“Did you forget what I do for a living?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” East said, giving me a sardonic smile. “Looks like you have a new career path. Whatever will the world say?”

“Not a goddamn thing. Unless you plan on running your mouth.”

“Would I do that?”

“Yes. You would.”

East waved a flippant hand. “I’m far too self-absorbed to call the gossip rags, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

There was movement out of the corner of my eye, and I looked over to see Travis sending a sharp kick to East’s leg. “What happens in the group stays in the fucking group.”

East cursed, bending down to rub at his shin. “You don’t think I know that? Jesus. Save the violence for Caleb.”

Kelly moved his arm to the back of my seat and leaned in by my ear. “You good?”

The question was a loaded one, and I didn’t even know where to start.

“With?” I said.

“All of this.”

Meaning my secret being found out, my friends knowing and giving me shit, possibly others finding out. Oh, and having a group of cockblockers joining us on our date.

“I think I’m still in a state of what the fuck, if I’m honest,” I said.

“I get that. And I understand if it’s too much—”

“No,” I said quickly, not wanting him to think I regretted any of it. Because the time I’d spent with him so far was seared in my brain, and that wasn’t something I’d trade even for sewing East’s mouth shut for a lifetime.

Before I could tell Kelly that, the van jolted, coming to an abrupt stop.

“Sorry,” Scotty called out. “We’ve arrived.”

I glanced out the window as Daire pulled the door open, not bothering to wait for Scotty to come around. What I saw there on the corner had me shaking my damn head.

Kelly chuckled. “Well. It’s appropriate, all things considered.”

A little too on the nose, if you asked me. As we all filed out of the Sprinter, I arched a brow at East. “The Museum of Sex? Are you kidding?”

“I already had the place booked for us weeks ago. How was I supposed to know you’d give us a little foreplay?” East cut his eyes to Kelly. “Well, maybe not so little.”

“Nothing small about me,” Kelly said, and behind us, Travis groaned.

“Goddammit, we know.” He looked up at the sign that said, Superfunland: Journey into the Erotic Carnival, and shook his head. “I’m gonna have the worst case of blue balls after this. Thanks, assholes.”

Preston threw an arm around Travis’s shoulders and grinned. “The night is young, my friend. There’s hope for you yet.”

“Yeah? You offering?”

“Sorry to break it to you, but that one’s mine.” Serena, Preston’s girlfriend, stepped out from where she’d been waiting by the entrance and winked at Travis as she snuggled in under Preston’s other arm.

“Sharing is caring,” Travis said.

“Good thing I don’t care, then.” She poked her tongue out good-naturedly, and Travis chuckled.

“Careful where you stick that tonight. With this place, you never know where it might end up.”

She laughed as the three of them headed toward the entrance, and I looked at Kelly.

“Sure you want to spend the night with this lot? We could still run if you want.”

Kelly brushed his lips over mine. “And miss walking through an erotic carnival with you? I don’t think so.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” I inhaled the delicious scent of his cologne and wished we were somewhere private so I could show him my version of an erotic carnival.

Travis was right—tonight was going to give us all the worst case of blue balls ever. But at least I had the satisfaction of knowing I’d get some relief once we ditched these guys.

Kelly took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world—and after everything we’d done together, I supposed it was—and my stomach did a little flip at the intimate gesture.

The two of us were compatible in so many ways, and the fact he was so tactile was one of my favorites. I loved to touch and be touched, and the way he just owned our connection and didn’t feel the need to hide it from anyone was the sexiest damn thing in the world.

We followed the rest of our group inside, and when the door shut, a man in a leather thong and matching chaps walked out to lock it.

I whirled around as though I’d just been kidnapped and locked in an escape room with this bunch of assholes. But before I could ask what the hell was going on, East spoke up.

“Calm down, Van,” he said in a droll voice. “No need to look so panicked. We haven’t kidnapped you to watch you film your next sex film or anything. I just thought this experience would be more fun if we had it on our own.”

“On our own?” West pulled JT a little closer to his side. “No offense, but while some of you losers can’t find a date, I plan to experience this with mine.”

East rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Good Lord, you all need to relax.” Then he glanced at Mr. Leather Chaps. “We’ll take those shots now. Apparently these heathens only think rationally when inebriated.”

As the man walked off, Travis craned his neck around Serena to watch him go and let out a low whistle. “Not that I don’t appreciate him walking away, but can he stay when he comes back?”

East’s lip curled. “Now you’re talking. What I meant, for those who need it spelled out—I made a few calls and had the museum shut down for the night. So the only people who will be coming are already here.”

East cocked his head in Travis’s direction. “Or maybe fetching you a drink.”

That made a hell of a lot more sense. When it came to getting maximum enjoyment out of a situation, my friends definitely knew how to deliver.

I had to hand it to East—the idea of being able to explore this place on our own made this a lot more appealing. Especially if I could work out a way to ditch the guys and just be with Kelly.

“We’re walking through here alone?” Gavin looked around as though searching for an escape route, and after everything he’d seen tonight, I couldn’t blame him. He was probably feeling a little traumatized, and the idea of walking through a sex museum was no doubt the last thing on his mind.

“What, you need a friend or somethin’ to hold your hand?” Daire’s tone was just this side of sarcastic.

“I just meant…” Gavin paused and then shook his head. “Don’t worry.”

“Good.” East clapped his hands together. “It’s settled. Daire, you look after the young’un tonight—if anyone can scare someone so much they don’t get an erection, it’s you.”

Gavin was about to protest until East added, “Unless you want to hang with Kelly and your broth—”

“No, no. That’s fine. I’ll just, um… I’m fine by myself. I don’t need a damn babysitter.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Daire mumbled, and wandered off, away from the group, looking at one of the plaques on the wall.

“Cumshots, anyone?” Mr. Leather Chaps chose the perfect time to reappear, holding up a tray with ten shot glasses full of creamy-white alcohol. I was almost afraid to ask what was in it.

East handed us all a glass, and when I glanced at Kelly, he waggled his brows.

Really, could fate have sent me a better man?

“All right, assholes,” East said, looking around the group and holding his glass up. When we all did the same, he grinned. “Tonight is about fun, sex, and debauchery.”

“So basically it’s any other night for us?” West laughed, and East shrugged.

“Basically. So, let’s kick it off right. Cheers to me, cheers to you, and cheers to any other fuck film Van wants to do!”

I groaned as everyone raised their glasses and downed the shot, and the rum cream mixed with some high-end whiskey warmed my throat as it slid down and pooled in my belly.

“Damn, that was delicious.” Serena winked at Preston as she ran her finger around the inside of the glass before sucking it clean.

“Now she’s just rubbing it in.” Travis shook his head and put his glass back on the empty tray before turning his attention to Mr. Leather Chaps. “So, want to take me on a private tour? Show me what this place has to offer?”

The man’s eyes drifted down Travis’s body before coming back to land on his face. “I think that could be arranged.”

“Aaaand tonight just got infinitely better.” Travis took the tray from the guy and shoved it at West. “See you, losers.”

Travis had the right idea, and before anyone could try to make us stay, I grabbed Kelly’s shot glass and threw it at West.

“We’re going to start looking around too.” I grabbed Kelly’s hand and began to lead him away from my overly nosy group of friends. “And none of you will follow us. Not if you want to live to have another erection. Got me?”

When my friends winced, Kelly snorted. But I knew them too well. They might love taking the piss out of me and giving me a hard time. But nothing—and I mean nothing—was more precious to them than their money and their cocks.

Not necessarily in that order.