32. Travis

THIRTY-TWO

I DIDN'T KNOW how long I'd been awake, but it'd been long enough to memorize every inch of Caleb's bare back as he lay curled up beside me. His head rested on my shoulder, one arm slung low across my stomach, and I didn't think I'd ever felt so complete in my life. Caleb Reeves was in my arms. I was in his bed. Life was fucking perfect.

Resisting the urge to run my fingers through his hair or across all that delicious skin and risk waking him up, I restarted my count of the light smattering of freckles along his shoulder blades. I made it to fifty when he began to stir, but he only curled up on his side facing away from me, sliding his head off my shoulder and onto the pillow.

Feeling began to creep back into my arm, but I would've rather had him on top of me, cutting off all my circulation, than let him go.

Propping myself up on my elbow, I watched as his breathing evened back out, and then couldn't stop myself from planting a light kiss on the curve of his neck. When he still didn't move, I figured now would be a good time to head to the bathroom before he woke up and all these intimate feelings turned a little hotter.

I slipped out quietly, and when I finished up and stepped out of his en suite, he was still passed out. And so damn gorgeous.

God, you're a sap. Who are you?

Someone who wanted to get back in that bed with the man of my dreams, that's who. Someone who never prayed, but was doing it now in the hopes Caleb didn't wake up and think this had all been a mistake.

No, I wasn't going to even let that thought make its way into my brain. That wasn't going to happen.

I started back toward the bed when my thigh hit the corner of his desk, hard. I bit back a curse as the table wobbled, several items on top of it clattering to the ground and his camera getting dangerously close. I managed to grab it before it fell, but the incident woke Caleb, and he shot up to a sitting position.

"Shit, sorry," I said, setting the camera down carefully before picking up what had dropped on the floor. "Go back to bed."

He rubbed at his eyes and squinted at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yup, all good." I set notebooks and pens back on the table and then went to close a scrapbook that had fallen open, but stopped short when I saw the photos taped to the pages."What the…?" I stared at the images for several heartbeats before flipping to the next page. Then the next. And the one after that.

"What's wrong?" Caleb crawled to the edge of the bed, but when he saw the album I held, he waved me off. "No, just leave that one, it's fine."

But it was too late. My interest piqued, I scooped up the book that had fallen open and stared in complete and utter disbelief at what I found inside—me. There was photo after photo, some close up and some from afar, taken at different events, club openings, and a couple of random ones at school functions.

"Can I have that, please?" Caleb said, gesturing to the book.

"Oh, you mean this?" I held the album up and waggled my brows at him. "You can have it back…when you tell me what it is."

After everything we'd done to each other in the last twenty-four hours, I would've thought it impossible for him to be embarrassed about anything with me. But as he stared at the scrapbook in my hand, his cheeks flushed pink.

"No? Want me to guess what I think it is?" I strolled toward the bed, well aware of just how naked I was when Caleb's eyes trailed down to my waking cock. "The ultimate Travis McKinney fan club book. Property of top-paying member Caleb Reeves."

The flush on his cheeks now spread down his neck. "Give it back."

"I don't think so. Not yet." I flipped to another page, this one displaying an up-close shot of me at a charity event the Elysium held last year. I remembered arriving with the guys, walking the red carpet, seeing Caleb on the sidelines snapping photos, and at the last second, I'd flipped him off.

This photo was taken right before that moment. I'd been making eyes at the press, playing with them the way I always did in the hopes of getting the best shot I could. I mean, if my face was going to be splashed around, I wanted to make sure I looked fucking hot. But none of them had caught me like this.

Caleb had zeroed in from the side, capturing the sharp angles of my jaw, my hooded, smoky eyes, and my slick lips as I licked them. I looked hungry, aroused, and if I didn't remember this exact moment, I would've sworn I was looking at him.

But I wasn't. He was looking at me, and this was what he'd seen, captured, and kept…for himself.

"What were you thinking about when you took this?" I stopped by the edge of the bed and turned the book around to show him the photo. "Because I don't think it was how much you hate me."

Caleb looked up at me, a stubborn set to his extremely kissable lips.

"No answer?"

"Give it back."

I looked back to the photo. "You wanna know what I think?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No." I grinned and handed over the book, but kept it open. "I think you took this so you could look at it every night before you went to bed and imagine kissing me."

"You think so, huh?"

I put a knee to the bed, aware of how it showed off my hard-on as I lowered onto it, directly opposite him. "Hell, maybe you did kiss it. I can imagine that. You lying here in bed, book open to my face, getting yourself off while you kiss my gorgeous image."

"Oh my God." Caleb rolled his eyes. "Could you be more full of yourself?"

"Well, it's hard not to be when I just found your stalker album, and you're sitting there tenting the sheet like we're going to go play under it any moment now." I glanced down to where his dick was upright between his legs. "Want me to bring my stick?"

"Oh, you want to talk stalking, huh? You trying to tell me you didn't do the same to all the photos on my social media?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but you can't prove it, can you?"

"No? So those likes I got every so often were accidental?"

"What likes?" I'd been careful not to hit that button.

"The ones you accidentally hit when you'd scroll through. You know, to obsess over what I was doing." Caleb gave me a shit-eating grin. "Busted."

"Okay, pot, seems you were just as interested in what this kettle was doing." I took back the scrapbook, and when he reached for it, I jerked away.

"Wait, wouldn't I be the kettle and you'd be the pot?"

"Does it matter? Seems like we were both doing the same thing."

Caleb took advantage of my distraction, reaching for the album again with such a surprise attack that we both fell back onto the bed. He scrambled to pull it from my arms, and I laughed at how pink his cheeks still were.

"Is there something especially naughty in there you don't want me to see?"

He licked his lips as he took in my stretched-out body and settled on my dick. "I mean…not yet."

"Yet? Are you trying to tell me you want to take naked photos of me? 'Cause I gotta say, I'd be into it."

"You would, huh? Why does that not surprise me?"

"Because you know me." I arched a brow at his stalker album. "And you apparently watch me enough to know I've never met a camera I didn't like. Especially yours."

Caleb set the scrapbook on the floor beside the bed and turned back to me, lying on his side to match my pose.

God, I liked looking at him. He hadn't even bothered pulling a sheet over himself, giving me a full, unabashed view of him. I wondered how many freckles I'd find on this side of his body and decided I'd make it my mission to find out.

"I told you," he said, meeting my eyes. "I never forgot."

"But you hated me."

"You hated me first."

"Only to protect myself."

He nodded slowly. "I know that now."

Unable to stay away from him for even another second, I inched closer and slid my leg between his thighs. It brought our cocks up against each other, and he licked his lips as he speared a hand through my hair. Then he brought me in for a kiss that was both soft and hungry. Any worry I had about him waking up regretting this vanished.

"I'm sorry I hurt you back then," he whispered against my lips.

"It's all good." I chuckled. "I survived."

"No. Don't do that." Caleb pulled back, cradling my face as he locked eyes with me. "Hear me when I say I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel lesser or rejected. I was confused because you made me feel more than I ever had that night. You opened my eyes, made me really look at you, and Travis?"

"Yeah?"

"I haven't stopped looking since." He gestured to the scrapbook lying on the bed behind me. "Photos were the only way I could get close to you." His lips quirked. "Thank God for a zoom lens."

"I had no idea."

"Why would you?"

Good point. I'd been so caught up in keeping him at a distance that I hadn't bothered to wonder why he'd acted the way he had, or why he'd put up with my bullshit all these years later.

"Well…" I pushed him to his back and climbed over him, straddling his waist. "You don't need your zoom lens now. You're about as close to me as you can get."

"That an offer?"

"To take photos of me naked? No, it's a request. I'm hot, in the prime of my life, and it should be documented. You know, for posterity."

Caleb chuckled and reached for my hips.

"You know you want to."

"These photos," Caleb said, trailing his hands down to wrap around my cock. "Are they just for me?"

I sucked in a breath at his touch. "They can be. But I'd understand if you want to publish." My head fell back as I jacked my hips forward. "Who wouldn't want to share all this hotness with the world?"

"If you do say so yourself."

I turned my head, eyeing Caleb's camera where it sat on his desk, and tightened my legs around his waist. The idea of him taking my photo was hotter than I ever could've imagined, and now that I knew he'd get off on it too, it was going to happen.

"I tell you what, you take some photos, I'll pose, and afterward we'll go through them together. Then you can decide what to do with them."

"And what if I just want to lie in my bed at night and kiss them?"

I grinned at the smartass under me and leaned down to nip at his lower lip. "Then you better let me watch."