34. Travis

THIRTY-FOUR

HEAVEN HAD NOTHING on what was happening inside condo #4207. The weekend had been better than any dream or fantasy I'd ever had, and considering I had the imagination of a sexual deviant, that was saying something.

Every muscle in my body was deliciously sore, but considering my ass was feeling it the most, sitting was out of the question at the moment. Instead, I stood at the kitchen island, refueling with several bags of chips, alternating between barbecue, Cool Ranch Doritos, and salt and vinegar. Only the healthiest of options, obviously, but I needed the carbs.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna need a caffeine drip," Caleb said as he emerged from his room in a pair of sweatpants. He caged me in from behind, pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and then dropped his chin there to rest. "You're trying to kill me."

"Trust me, I want your body too much to kill you." Even now my cock hummed with a readiness should Caleb want another round. It was ridiculous. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to get enough. "Did you get the table ordered?"

"Yep. It'll be delivered this week, and I emailed their house manager to give them a heads-up and tell them to keep quiet."

I smirked, remembering the way we'd had to rig the leg so it wasn't immediately obvious we'd broken the damn thing. The setup had looked decent enough, as long as no one used it.

Thank God our parents had decided on an early flight and hadn't seemed to notice.

"You know," I said, reaching inside one of the chip bags, "it's lucky for you that you live in the Towers now."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means"—I turned around to face him and tapped him on the lips with a Dorito—"since we both need to rejuvenate, we're spending today at the spa."

His teeth closed down on the chip. "The spa? Yeah, right."

"It's the best cure for a hangover." I lifted my finger, still coated with a mix of seasonings, to trace those full, sexy lips that were still swollen from mine. "Especially a sex hangover."

Caleb's eyes darkened and he grabbed my wrist, holding it still as he sucked my finger inside his mouth. My dick jerked beneath the pair of sweats I'd stolen from Caleb, sending my insides into a frenzy of need.

He swirled his tongue around my finger before letting it go with a pop. "You were saying?"

I blanked. "Sex?"

He chuckled again and grazed his mouth over mine. "Something about a bougie spa. I would've thought you'd hate the idea of someone else putting their hands on me."

I growled. "Yeah, that's not happening. You want a massage, I'll oil you up myself."

"Then why are we going anywhere?" His seductive tone turned my insides into a puddle of goddamn goo.

"That's a good question." I leaned in to nip at his lower lip, but Caleb smacked my ass and stepped back out of my reach.

"No, you're probably right. We need some actual food if we're gonna make it."

"Ugh. I hate when I'm right."

He snickered and reached past me to grab a handful of chips. "So what's our story gonna be?"

"For what?"

"In case we run into the guys?"

"We won't. It's Sunday."

"What, they don't go to the spa on Sundays?"

"Nah."

"Then what about tomorrow? You don't think they'll have questions?"

Oh, I had no doubt they planned on badgering the shit out of me. I'd already seen the missed calls and messages blowing up my phone, but I'd been too busy to care. The fact that none of them had banged on our door demanding to know what was going on was surprising, but welcome. I wouldn't have answered for their asses anyway, not when mine had been so exquisitely occupied.

Caleb must've read my thoughts, because he licked his thumb and said, "Exactly."

"So they'll ask. We don't have to tell them shit. I already told you that."

"No? Have you seen your neck?"

I smirked. "Have you seen your back?"

He shook his head. "Why do I feel like this is asking for trouble?"

"Caleb, gorgeous, don't you know?" I wrapped an arm around his waist and hauled him up against me. "I am the trouble."

THE MOMENT WE stepped inside the Towers spa, I knew we were fucked. Several of the guys were in and around the pool and hot tub, Donovan was over by the juice bar, and West was lounged back getting a vitamin cocktail through an IV.

And every single one of them looked our way when we walked through the doors.

"Shit," Caleb said under his breath, going still as the door swung shut behind us.

In a matter of seconds, we were swarmed. Somehow West was the first up, dragging his IV pole behind him. If he hadn't been wearing one of the spa's luxe white robes, you would've thought he'd escaped from the hospital.

"About fucking time you made an appearance," he said, and then looked us up and down. "How was family dinner?"

"It was fine, why?" I said.

"Because you two look guilty as sin."

"Yeah, they do," Donovan agreed, brows raised.

I shrugged, trying to seem as unaffected as possible—after all, that was the plan we'd decided on. Plus, I doubted Caleb was dying to let the world know we'd spent all weekend fucking. He was still busy trying to wrap his own head around it, so the last thing he needed was to deal with these morons.

"A couple of massive hangovers had us both lying low, not to mention drinks last night. That's why we're here." I nodded toward West's IV. "Electrolytes."

"Travis McKinney, I can spot a hickey a mile away." East strolled up, dripping wet from the pool.

No, he fucking couldn't, because I'd made sure to cover those marks before heading down here so the staff wouldn't gossip, but nice try.

I pretended to wince and then rubbed my temples. "Think you can keep it down? My head's killing me."

He snorted and dropped his gaze to my hips. "Yeah, I'll bet it is. You two manage to break any world records yet?"

"Oh shit, are those scratches?" West said, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Caleb.

"Probably," Caleb replied. "I heard I ran into a few doors on Friday."

"Doors?" East made a noise in the back of his throat. "Riiight. You weren't walking so straight that night."

West sputtered out a laugh, shoving his roommate in the arm. "Yeah, you still walking the straight and narrow these days, Caleb, or have you gone off the beaten path?"

I groaned. "Way to be lame-asses. What else ya got?"

"Uh, you do know we have eyes, right?" Gavin gestured toward Caleb. "He practically ripped that guy's arm off for dancing with you."

"So?"

"So my boyfriend had to step in to make sure no one got hurt."

"That's not why," Daire interjected, causing Gavin to elbow him in the ribs.

Donovan swirled his smoothie with a straw. "Hold on a minute. Aren't you always the one giving the rest of us shit for not fessing up to all the sexual details since we've gotten boyfriends? Hypocrite much?"

"You're missing a key point in that argument," I said. "I don't have a boyfriend. And there's nothing to tell."

But even as I said the words, I hated the denial of Caleb and the way it felt on my tongue, but he needed time to process. Something I was going to give him. Obviously, if it was my choice, I wouldn't have minded if the whole fucking world knew what we'd been up to over the weekend.

"So what is this, then?" Donovan asked. "Are you two a couple now, just without the title?"

Daire snorted. "They have a title, it's called brothers."

"We're stepbrothers, idiot," Caleb corrected him.

"Oh." Donovan grinned. "So is there something there after all?"

"No," I said.

East lifted his chin and sniffed. "Better not be. Traitor."

"You guys are taking this too far," I said. "It was a drunken night out that Caleb had to sleep off, that's all."

"Okay, so not a couple." West looked between the two of us, refusing to drop the subject. "Dating? Just fucking?"

"Or just a whole bunch of brotherly love?" East added, back to teasing now that the danger of being the lone bachelor in the group had passed.

I rolled my eyes. "Knock it off. You poured tequila down his throat all night and expected him not to black out and go wild? Come on. We've all been there."

"Yeah, but when Caleb goes there, he usually loses his clothes." East eyed him. "You saying that didn't happen?"

"The last thing I remember happening was being forced to drink shots." Caleb crossed his arms. "Thanks for that, by the way."

"You're welcome." East's eyes shifted back to mine, a devious gleam in them. "So you had no trouble getting him to bed, then?"

My dick immediately reacted to his words, and I was positive the fucker knew it with the way his gaze dropped to my hips. But East didn't push further than that—he was merely testing the waters, looking for information he could no doubt use against me later.

"Nope. I just kind of shoved him into his room and made sure he wouldn't suffocate when he landed face-first in his pillows."

"That was…nice of you."

"We called a truce." Caleb side-eyed me.

"A truce?" East sounded skeptical as he looked between us. "Isn't that sweet."

Yeah, he was totally onto us, and the longer we talked, the deeper this hole we were digging for ourselves would go.

"You know what's not sweet? You guys blocking the path to the IVs. So how about you get the fuck out of the way?"

"Someone's testy…" West waggled his brows, but wheeled his pole aside and gestured toward the lounges in the back. "But please, come with me and we'll get you hooked up."

I didn't dare look Caleb's way in case I did something stupid, like reach for his hand and lead him to the lounges. Instead, I started after West and told myself the second we were hydrated and alone again, I'd give Caleb that massage I'd promised.