33. Caleb

THIRTY-THREE

I CURLED MY leg around Travis's and flipped him onto his back, taking him by surprise.

"Stay." I pressed a kiss to his lips. "Right." One to his chin. "There." A final kiss to his chest, and then I climbed off the bed and headed into my closet to throw on a pair of sweatpants.

"No, Caleb, I just dragged you out of the closet," Travis joked. When I stepped back out, he added, "Did I say you could put your clothes back on?"

"Didn't I say to stay right where I left you? On your back, McKinney."

He lay back down. "You're a bossy fucker today. I like it."

I picked up my camera, took off the lens cap, and changed the mode dial. "Good. 'Cause I plan to order that sweet ass around."

"Oh? Is that where you wanna start?" Travis started to turn over, giving me a glimpse of the bruise I'd left on his smooth, firm cheeks. The same ones I'd spread apart for my dick.

I'd always enjoyed sex. But sex with Travis was on an entirely different level, one I didn't know I could, or even wanted to, come back from.

What I did know? That I wanted these shots of him naked in my bed to remember the moment even if it'd always be seared into my brain anyway. He was too beautiful not to capture, and now I didn't have to hide the way I liked to look at him, since he'd already busted me for it.

Travis moved onto all fours and playfully shook his ass at me. "I don't see you snapping away."

"That's because you're not the one in charge." I grabbed his ankle and tugged, and he fell flat onto his stomach. "And I told you how I wanted you."

"You did, didn't you?" He rolled over and spread himself out across my mattress, giving me the view I'd asked for. I sucked in a deeper breath as I brought my camera up to focus on him.

"Perfect," I said, moving in closer and putting a knee on the bed. "Put your hands under your head."

"Like this?" He brought them up and slipped them under the pillow, and holy hell, it took everything I had to keep the camera in my hands and not reach for him.

"Exactly like that." I brought the camera up and put my eye to the viewfinder, focusing on his exquisite face. "Turn your head to the left—yeah, that's it—and tilt it up a little." The lighting highlighted all the sharp angles of it in a way that made my pulse race.

"Has anyone ever told you how seriously fuckin' hot you get when you're all Mr. Photographer?"

"No." I smirked behind my hand as I held the camera steady. "But could you maybe wait to tell me that until after I've taken the shot, thanks."

"See? You're all ordering me around…"

"You're still talking."

"And you're still hot."

I let out a sigh and lowered the camera."Travis?"

He turned his head on the pillow to look at me, a grin curving his too-talkative lips.

"Stop. Talking."

He waggled his brows. "Wanna come stop me?"

"No. I want to take your photo."

"But you're too far away. Come closer."

"Because that will help you behave? I don't think so." I brought my camera back up and couldn't help snapping a shot of his pouting face. "Now turn your head and zip it."

"Sheesh, don't get your boxers all twisted. Oh wait, you aren't wearing?—"

"Travis."

"Okay, okay." He bit down into his lip to keep from saying anything else, and it seemed my chastising him actually paid off, because the picture he made then was downright sexy.

I shifted up to my knees, moving to a slightly higher elevation so I could capture the light on his chest. The contrast of his strong body and soft lips, his smooth skin and morning stubble, it all added different textures and interesting points of focus that made you want to reach out and touch him.

Was it any wonder he attracted attention wherever he went?

Wanting more of him, I moved to my feet, and Travis glanced up at me. I snapped the shot, catching him off guard, and as I moved further up the bed, planting my feet on either side of him, Travis really got into it. A hand under the pillow, the other sliding down his chest, those bedroom eyes glancing up at me full of devilry.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Each shot better than the last. Sexier. Hotter. More intimate.

My cock strained against the soft fabric of my sweats, and when he winked at me, I had to reach down and give myself a squeeze.

"Did I have that effect on you on all those red carpets?" he asked.

"I'll never tell."

"That's a yes."

I grinned and snapped his cocky expression. "You look like you're feeling pretty good about yourself."

"Can you blame me? I've got Caleb Reeves taking photos of me to add to his stalker album."

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

"Nope. I want it displayed on the coffee table. Give all our guests something hot to look at."

All I could do was shake my head, because there was no one else like Travis—all that bold, in-your-face confidence that bordered on outrageous most days, and the way he gave no fucks… Except when it came to me, apparently. He made it sound like I was his one weakness.

I hopped off the bed and pulled the chair over to stand on and get some full-body snaps.

"Cover your hips with the sheet," I said, and Travis balked.

"What? Fuck no. My cock is a work of art. It deserves to be admired."

He wasn't wrong about that. It was the most impressive cock I'd ever seen. "My bad for trying to preserve your modesty. I forgot you don't have any."

"Not a bit." He smiled proudly as I directed him into a few different positions.

It wasn't exactly a hardship to get the shots he wanted, because hell, I wanted them too. They probably wouldn't make it into the scrapbook, but maybe into something under lock and key. He might have no limits, but there were a few I wanted for my eyes only.

"All right, let's change things up a bit. Lie down on your stomach on the edge of the bed," I said, stepping down from the chair. As Travis moved, I played with the curtain, trying to get the right light for what I wanted.

"Is it my ass or my face you're trying to light up?"

"If I focus on your ass, I'm gonna have to edit out the bruise I left there." When Travis's eyes lit up, I added, "Whoops."

"Shiiit, now you have to. That's so hot." He looked over his shoulder. "Did you really leave a bruise?"

"Guess my mouth got a little too eager." An understatement. I was already impatient to get it back on him again after getting teased through this lens.

Getting down on one knee, I brushed Travis's hair back so it spiked up a bit. He watched me with that intense stare, the one you could feel even when you weren't looking at him. And I'd had a lot of experience trying not to look at him. Those stares could bore holes deep into your body if he willed them to, or they could light you up from the inside out. It was nice to be on the latter side right now.

"Rest your chin on your arm and just look at me." As I went to move my hand from his hair, he reached for my wrist and pressed a kiss to the tips of my fingers. The tremor that went through me at the simple, unexpected move made him smile. He let go, and I shifted back to view him again from behind the camera.

The vision he made was one I knew I'd never forget, even without a picture as proof. The white sheets were the perfect contrast to his tanned skin and black hair, and the rumpled mess around him made you wonder what he'd been up to moments before this shot. Until, of course, you looked at his face.

His hooded eyes, sensual mouth, and blissed-out expression told of a beautiful man who'd spent the morning rolling between the sheets with someone he desired—and that person was on the other side of the camera.

It was in his relaxed pose, the soft glimmer in his eyes as he stared up at me, the level of comfort he showed by relaxing into the moment. He was looking at me in a way that had my pulse racing.

He was looking at me like this was the first time he'd ever seen me.

I took the first shot, then another, and another, before lowering my camera.

"You okay?" I wasn't sure it was the right thing to ask, since we'd been having such a good time, but something in the air felt like it had shifted, and I wanted to make sure I wasn't missing anything.

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know, you just seemed… It felt like something changed. That's all." Or maybe I'd let myself get a little too caught up in what I was doing and was making up stories around what I thought I was seeing.

Hell, maybe Travis looked at everyone like that.

He sat up then, pulling the sheet over his lap as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"I mean, you're not wrong." He smirked and gave a nonchalant shrug. "Something pretty big has changed between us. I'm sitting here naked in front of you with bruises all over my body, thanks to you. Maybe that's it."

Maybe. But it felt like more than that, and his quick deflection told me that maybe he was feeling it too. Travis wasn't exactly known for his heart-to-heart conversations, but in those few minutes I'd been taking those final photos, I felt like he'd said more in a look than he'd ever said aloud.

"You're probably right."

"Or maybe you started thinking about what the others are going to say—you know, subconsciously," he said.

"Are you thinking about that?"

"I don't really give a shit what they think. It's none of their business. Never has been. But I know you worry about shit like that, so if you'd rather this stay here, you know, between us, I'm cool with that."

My mind jumbled with everything running through it. One second I'd thought Travis was feeling something more for me than he ever had, and the next he was offering to keep me a secret?

Not wanting to read into it wrong and ruin what was one of the best weekends of my life, I reached for the sheet over his lap and wound it around my wrist, yanking it free.

"That's fine with me. As long as it's not an excuse for you to go and show this ‘work of art'"—I glanced at his impressive cock—"to anyone who will look."

Travis got to his feet and walked over to where I sat, and I parted my legs, making room for him.

"As long as you want to look at it," he said, spearing his hand in my hair and tilting my face up to his. "Then I'm not going to show it to another fucking soul. Count on it."

There it was again. That same expression he'd had earlier, the one that made my pulse race.

"Travis…"

He put a finger to my lips then leaned down and replaced it with his mouth. "I don't want anyone but you, and now that I have you, I'm not gonna fuck it up."

My lips twitched under his. "So romantic."

Travis nipped at the corner of my mouth. "Oh, you wanted romance?"

"No." I snorted, and when he straightened to his full height, an idea popped into my head. I quickly got to my feet, not wanting the vision to vanish. "But there is one thing I do want."

"What's that?"

With my camera in one hand, I took his in my other and started toward the bathroom. "Grab some jeans."

"Jeans? What the?—"

I stopped and pulled him in until his cock rubbed up against my soft sweats. "Do you trust me?"

"Um…not really?"

I chuckled and reached down to swat him on the ass. "That's probably smart. But grab the jeans anyway. There's one last photo I want to take."