Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Perfect little boy.” I kissed him gently, warmly, and slowly.
Camden broke away with a blush and shallow breaths when August swallowed around my cock, and I couldn’t stop the groan from slipping out. It felt too good, and the pleasure exploded inside me.
“What’s happening?” the boy asked anxiously.
“I’m coming,” I panted. “Fuck, August… Just like that—now.”
The orgasm ripped down my spine, and I started coming down August’s throat.
For the rest of that day, our focus shifted more and more to Camden. He pouted when August stowed away the stuffies that were strewn around the ranch and returned them to the boy’s room. The stuffed animals worked like an anchor, August clarified to me. They made it easier for Camden to tell Little-time apart from the rest of their everyday life.
I felt bad for Camden at first, but August was a pro. He’d done this for years and knew exactly which buttons to push and when. And to lift Camden’s spirits, August opened up the pool house in the late afternoon to reveal a Jacuzzi.
I’d expected a minor storage area for pool cleaning supplies, but I was wrong. The hot tub sat at the center of the little house. The back wall was made up of glass and offered a view of slanted hills leading to a small pond. A shower was in one corner, two chairs and a table in another, and an entertainment unit next to it. Stereo, minibar, shelves with towels, speakers…
I needed to win the damn lottery.
“Water should be warm enough by now.” August walked past me and removed the cover from the pool, then dipped his hand into the water. “It’s perfect.”
While Camden got undressed and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, August explained that he’d prepared everything this morning. Evidently, they had their routine.
Camden grinned goofily and set his water in one of the cupholders along the edge of the tub. “I love to sit here with Daddy and talk about the future and stuff. It makes me excited to be grown up again and set goals, things like that.”
That was sweet.
“Come on, hurry up!” Camden didn’t waste a second. As soon as he’d dropped his clothes on the floor, he slipped into the water and let out a sigh of contentment. “Daddy, can you turn on the jets?”
“Camden, can you learn to hang your clothes over a chair?” August retorted, picking up the boy’s discarded clothes.
“Oops.” Camden giggled behind his hands.
I smiled and got rid of my tee and jeans, making sure not to put them on the floor, before I climbed into the tub too.
Sweet mother of… “Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned.
As the hot water began loosening up whatever tension I didn’t know I’d had in my shoulders, Camden made his way over to me and positioned himself sideways across my lap.
“Hi.” He grinned and poked my nose.
“Hey, you.” I caught his wrist and kissed his fingertips. “Have you checked your social media yet?”
“No, I don’t wanna.” He reached for his water and opened the bottle. “Why are you reminding me?”
Well, because I was happy his latest cooking tutorial had received such positive feedback. But I’d discovered that Clara ran those things for both of them, though Camden was better at interacting when he wasn’t off work. Apparently, they produced more than one video in advance, so the guys didn’t have to come up with something every week. Mildly disappointing—I would’ve liked to watch from behind the scenes as a video was made.
“Because I left a couple comments earlier,” I replied.
He licked a drop of water from the corner of his mouth and eyed me. “Now I wanna see it, but I gotta wade through hundreds of comments.”
“I didn’t leave both comments on the same account.” I smirked a little.
We’d taken a short siesta earlier, and I’d woken up first. With not much to do, I’d perused Camden and August’s NSFW pictures, seeing them in a new light after spending this week with them.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sir.” Camden cranked up the innocence, all while he was trying to send me a special look. One that told me to shut it, because he still hadn’t told August about following me through that account. And liking all my photos.
I wasn’t as inclined to keep that secret anymore.
“Why do you look guilty, little one?” August asked as he sank into the water across from us.
“I don’t!” Camden insisted. “I’m not keeping anything from you!”
I rubbed his leg.
August smiled wryly and raised a brow at me. “So he’s keepin’ somethin’ from me.”
“Mm.” I inclined my head. “I reckon the grown-ups need to show a united front. Otherwise, sneaky little boys might play a few tricks and get away with it.”
Camden gasped and eyed me as if I’d just committed treason.
“Wise words,” August agreed solemnly. “So what’s he done?”