Notorious Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes #6)

31. Zac

THIRTY-ONE

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A PRIVATE YACHT had docked at King’s island while we were having breakfast Friday morning, and East let out a whoop.

“Hell yes, the chef is back,” he said, pushing away his plate of half-eaten scrambled eggs and toast. With the storms the last couple of days, it hadn’t been safe for any of King’s staff to come, which meant we’d been at the mercy of our limited cooking knowledge. I may have helped my family run restaurants, but that didn’t mean I was any good behind a grill.

King arched a brow where he stood at the kitchen island peeling one of the many bananas we’d gathered earlier in the week. “Are you trying to say you don’t find my cooking to your standards, James?”

“I’m not not saying that.”

He tossed the peel in the compost bin. “Then I guess I shouldn’t tell you that’s not the chef.”

“Then who is it?”

“Wrong question.”

“I didn’t realize there was a Q&A session for breakfast.”

King turned his eyes on me. “Care to hazard a guess?”

I glanced out at the yacht, and though I could see a couple of people onboard, they didn’t look to be getting off. “We’re going somewhere?”

He nodded. “We are.”

“Oh shit.” East was up and running in the direction of his room before I could even ask where.

“What are you doing?” I called after him.

“This requires pants,” was all he said before disappearing around the corner.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER, we’d all boarded the Roi de la Mer—completely clothed—and were sipping on our welcome drinks. The sun was out in full force, and so was the wind as we sailed away from King’s island, which meant there was no telling what my hair would look like when we got to our destination. I figured East would be freaking out over his perfectly styled ’do getting blown to shit, but he was so happy to be going on an adventure that he didn’t seem to mind.

He also wasn’t bombarding King with any more questions. And King, being his usual full-of-surprises self, didn’t offer up any details, only letting us know the trip would take about twenty minutes.

That was fine by me. I didn’t mind crossing the water as long as no one threw me overboard into it.

“You good?” King asked, joining me at the railing.

I squinted at him behind my sunglasses and couldn’t help but notice for the hundredth time how damn good he looked. The crisp, loose white linen outfit he wore was such a stunning contrast to his dark skin, and the whole beachy vibe fit him so well it was hard to believe he spent most of his time all buttoned up.

Hell, it was hard to believe any of this was real. That I’d spent the week with him and East, that we were island hopping… If I knew it wouldn’t leave a mark, I’d ask East to pinch me.

“Am I good?” I said. “I couldn’t be better.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” King propped his forearms on the rail, so close his arm brushed against mine. His touch sent a current of electricity through me that had my stomach doing a somersault.

In the distance, an island that was far more inhabited than King’s came into view. Against the bright blue sky and aquamarine water, it made for an unbelievable picture.

“This is all so incredible,” I said. “Thank you for bringing us here.”

“Us?” The side of King’s mouth tipped up.

“Well, me, but I’ll include East in that, since I’m sure he’ll never say thanks.”

“He has, actually, but I’m far more interested in the way you both refer to each other together without realizing it.”

My brows pulled together and I took a long sip of my rum cocktail. I couldn’t remember saying or even thinking about East and me as an “us.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” King added. “Just thought I’d point it out.”

“I appreciate that, but there’s no world where the two of us make sense. He’s more likely to leave me on whatever that island is when he finds a hot new conquest.”

“You never know. He might surprise you.” King brought his drink to his lips and paused. “And if he doesn’t, I’ll make sure to keep you close.”

Goddamn it, there went my stomach again, flipping like a maniac at the implication behind his words. I had to be reading into it. Wishful thinking and all.

“You know what I realized?” East said, squeezing in between us. “This boat has enough room for an abundance of shopping bags.”

A booming laugh escaped me at his random comment. It was so out of nowhere, and so East, but that was one of the things I could say I enjoyed about him. He was always the most entertaining guy in the room with that mouth of his.

“You’re not wrong,” King said, an amused glint to his eyes. “But unfortunately for you, we won’t be utilizing the boat for that today.”

“What? No shopping?” East’s full lips pursed into a pout, and I couldn’t help but want to suck on it. Who knew I’d find his petulant side so sexy?

“No shopping, but don’t worry,” King said, and reached out to brush a thumb over East’s pouty lip. “I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy what I have in mind a whole lot more than spending money.”

East nipped at King’s thumb. “Does it involve spending yours ?”

“Yes, it does.” King chuckled and looked to me. “But I have a feeling it’ll be worth every single penny.”

Oh shit. The way those words rolled off King’s tongue, and the scorching perusal he gave us, had my heart pounding.

Who was I kidding? Every time he talked to me in a way that wasn’t teacher/student, my chest tightened. Add in the conversation we’d had about his being in a past relationship, and the fact he’d opened up to me and East and told us something so personal, and that annoying emotion, hope, kept trying to creep into my brain.

It was stupid, I knew, to hope for anything beyond the here and now. But as we stood there, the three of us, laughing in the morning sun, I couldn’t remember ever being more content.

I turned around and leaned back against the rail, deciding if I only had a limited time to enjoy King out of Astor, then I was damn well going to make the most of it.

“So are you going to tell us where we’re going?” I asked, trailing my eyes down the open collar of his shirt to his chest. “Or is this another one of those secrets you love to keep?”

“It’s not so much that I love secrets. But I do like a good surprise every now and then.” He leaned in and put his lips by my ear. “Like you, for example. You were a really fucking good surprise.”

God that was hot. So damn hot, and if he were anyone other than who he was…

Fuck it.

I turned my head and boldly took the mouth that had just made my dick pound as hard as my heart. When King grabbed the back of my neck and thrust his tongue in to tangle with mine, I just about collapsed at his feet.

He hummed as he brushed his lips over mine. “See? Surprises can be very good.”

“Hello, I want a surprise.”

A laugh escaped me at East’s put-out tone, then King turned on him and said, “Oh you’ll get one, little prince. But you’re going to have to wait.”

East opened his mouth, to no doubt protest, but the captain came over the speaker announcing our arrival in Anguilla in minutes.

King let out a chuckle. “Well, there you go. That’s where we are.”

“Aww, guess your captain didn’t get the memo on the surprise, but it seems you have a few more up your sleeve.” East smirked. “And we all know I’m both of your awesome surprise.”

“You’re something, all right,” King said.

I lowered my sunglasses and winked at East. “Haven’t quite figured out what just yet.”

“Well, when you want to shower me with admiration, I’m right here. I respond well to flattery. Compliments. Gifts.”

As the boat began to dock, I leaned in by East’s ear and said, “Careful. Your massive ego’s about to outsize your dick.”

“Don’t worry, I know how to wield both. Or have you forgotten already?” As East reached for the button of his shorts, King swatted his hand away, curled his fingers in the waistband, and tugged him forward.

“Trust us, you’re unforgettable.” He brushed his lips over East’s, teasing and nipping at them before pulling back. “And that includes your mouth.”

NEVER WOULD I ever doubt a “King surprise.” The man knew better than we did what we wanted, and that was probably the reason he’d become so secretly successful.

A day of relaxation in nature’s spa was what he’d had up his sleeve. We started off with massage treatments on a quiet stretch of the beach under canopies before taking a dip in the hot springs nearby. Then we were led down to another private oasis—a mud bath, also the place where East suddenly started questioning his life choices.

“Just dip your toe in. It feels great,” I said as I slid into the warm, silky bath. It was immediately relaxing, and if East would just try it, maybe all that inner tension would melt out of him.

He pursed his lips. “I don’t believe you.”

“Just do it,” I said. “I dare you.”

“It smells like mud and…cocoa or something.” He bent down to examine it a little closer. “What’s the purpose of lounging in— Oh shit .”

King caught him off guard, yanking him down into the dark grey depths. The shouts coming out of East as he splashed shoulder-first into the mud had me howling, especially when he got to his feet and looked down at his mud-covered body with disbelief.

“Look at you,” I said, and whistled. “You’ve never looked sexier.”

He sent a wave of mud my way before turning on King, who wisely began to back away to escape East’s wrath.

“Come on, little prince. You have to admit it feels unbelievable.”

East narrowed his eyes, stalking King slowly. “ Unbelievable is the right word.”

But the problem with East was that he became so focused on one goal, he completely missed the way I snuck in behind him. Before he could lunge at King, I wrapped my arms around him, pinning his arms to his sides. He immediately tried to squirm out of my hold, but I winked at King and then pressed a kiss to the side of East’s neck that hadn’t been dirtied up yet.

“See what happens when you’re not paying attention?” I said. “You get double-teamed.”

East stopped fighting me and went still in my arms. “Ooh, now that sounds like fun.”

King moved in front of him, scooped a bit of mud in his hand, and ran it over East’s chest. Those strong fingers kneaded his pecs before trailing lower, leaving streaks of grey along his skin.

East’s head fell back against my shoulder. “You’re right. This does feel unbelievable.”

I kissed my way down to the corner of his lips as King’s hands dipped below the mud, and when a soft gasp fell from East’s mouth, I was right there to swallow it. It didn’t take a genius to know what was happening beneath the surface as King’s arm began to move, but the thick mud at least shielded us from any prying eyes.

East shifted against me, rubbing his ass up against my growing erection, and Jesus, I would never look at mud the same again.

I speared my tongue between East’s lips, tasting the alcohol from his drink on the way over, and King moved in close and licked a path up my cheek.

Oh God . This had to be one of my top three most erotic moments, as East continued to writhe between us and King’s mouth found my ear.

“How about we take this somewhere we can actually finish what we’re starting here…?”

“Take us there,” I said in a voice that I barely recognized, and King’s sensual smile made me want to lunge forward and take it with my own.

“Follow me.” He backed up and out of the mud, rising to his impressive height, and the sight of him standing there, his cock barely contained by his shorts, was a sight I memorized and promised myself I’d never fucking forget.

East stared up at the magnificent man in front of us, and when he didn’t move, I figured he was in the same sex trance I was, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Go,” I said, and gently urged him forward. As East waded out of the mud, I followed.

King strode through the lush grounds like he was one with everything around him. The colorful tropical plants with their vibrant colors and wide green leaves offered a shaded path as we made our way barefoot along the smooth stones toward the sound of burbling water.

King moved aside several low-hanging leaves like a curtain, and it was like we’d entered a whole new world.

Straight ahead of us, white, bubbling water cascaded over a towering rock wall and into the plunge pool below, where clear water sparkled under the sun and beckoned us closer.

“Holy shit.” East took a step forward, shaking his head. “This place is…”

King glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t tell me I’ve finally rendered the James Easton speechless?”

He held his hand out, and shock of all shocks, East took it.

I smiled, enjoying the way King was slowly seducing him. I don’t even think East realized it either, because if he had the slightest inkling he was on a date, he would’ve run in the other direction faster than his legs could carry him.

King glanced past East to where I was watching the two of them and winked. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was impressive to watch. It also, surprisingly, had me looking at East in ways I never had before.

“Time to wash this mud off, don’t you think?” King gestured to the waterfall then started around the edge of the glistening pool. “Let’s go.”

We carefully made our way around the edge until we reached the running water, and the misty spray of the fall felt amazing against my warm skin.

“There’s a ledge underneath the waterfall,” King told us, and reached for East’s shorts.

I quickly stripped and watched with hungry eyes when King did the same, and as his luscious cock came into view, my stomach flipped.

Fuck he was beautiful, and seeing his body’s response to us was so hot I thought I might overheat. Then his eyes found mine, his message clear: Let’s finish this.

King disappeared behind the curtain of water, and when East just stood there watching after him, I nudged at his shoulder.

“You okay?”

East’s eyes were glassy with arousal, and I put a hand to his back. I desperately wanted to know what was running through his head in that moment, but I didn’t want to break whatever spell he seemed to be under.

Instead, I let my fingers flirt over the crack of his ass. “King’s waiting for you.”

“And you.”

“So let’s go.”

East licked his lips and carefully made his way under the rushing water, and the second we were hidden from view, King reached for him.

Their mouths collided in a brutal kiss, King’s hands reaching for his face and holding him still while his tongue plundered. East braced his hands on King’s rock-hard chest and moaned, but the sound of the water was louder now that we were underneath it, and it drowned out anything other than the rushing of the blood in my head.

I moved in behind East, taking his hips between my hands as I aligned my cock with his ass, and when he thrust back on me, I cursed. God he felt good. He always did. His plump cheeks always cradled my dick just right, and that tight, hot hole was even better.

The mud on our skin was starting to dry, but the spray from the waterfall dampened it again, making the three of us a mess as our moans echoed off the cave walls.

King ripped his mouth free, breathing heavily, and reached for East’s hand resting on his chest. “I’m the one that got you filthy. Let’s clean you up.”

I took hold of East’s other hand as King led us to the waterfall and counted us off. We jumped through it together on three, falling through the air several feet before hitting the clear blue water. My fingers lost their hold on East’s, and when I resurfaced, it was King that ended up closest to me. He was reaching for East’s legs and wrapping them around his waist, sliding his hands over his thighs and loosening the caked mud from his skin.

I bit down on my lip as I closed the distance, King’s broad back to me. Mud still clung to his body, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to run my hands all over him. He was just so beautiful. They both were, and while we were here, in this place, there was no reason not to take exactly what I wanted.

Reaching for King, I slid my hands around to the small of his back and drew them up slowly, rinsing him off to reveal that smooth skin that had deepened after our week here. He turned his head my way, and instinctively I leaned in to kiss his full lips, my hands never stopping their mission to get him all clean. East was of the same mind, washing off the front of him, and when his hands dipped under the water, King let out a hiss that was so sexy it had my cock pulsing against his ass.

“Use me.” His throaty demand was directed at both of us, and he didn’t have to tell either of us twice.

King grabbed on to East’s thighs, holding him tighter against his body and keeping him afloat as East wrapped his hand around both their dicks, the water no doubt helping to make it a slick slide to get them off.

Meanwhile, I had King’s backside all to myself for the first time this trip, and those muscled globes were practically begging me to get off between them. I licked my lips and gave my cock a few strokes, anticipation building low in my gut.

I smoothed my hands over King’s ass and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. With my erection jerking between our bodies, I was making my intention clear, in case the ultimate top in our threesome wasn’t interested.

But King only met my eyes and said, “I told you to use me,” giving me the permission to do just that. Use his body for my own personal satisfaction.

Spreading his cheeks, I nestled my cock between them and began to rut up against him.“Oh fuck.” I dropped my forehead to his back and gripped his hips, increasing the speed as the sound of East and King’s moans and heavy breathing spurred me on.

King was letting us have complete control over his body, East from the front, me from the back, letting us dictate the pace, the action. With every thrust against him, I could feel the tug from East working them over. My release built fast, quicker than I’d anticipated, but King felt too damn good, and never having him like this was too much to draw out.

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.”