Well, all right, then. I could live with being called irresistible by August.
I hauled in a breath when he shifted his hand between Camden and me and found my cock half hard. Maybe we could do something in three minutes. If it weren’t for the casual manner with which August faced Camden and gave him permission to keep me up here. Casual didn’t go hand in hand with, okay, let’s treat ourselves to a quickie.
Whether I stayed here with Camden or not was up to me, ultimately, but I couldn’t form a response when August was busy rubbing my cock.
I had to try. “Not super tempted to join the barbecue with a bunch of August King fans when I have Camden on my lap.”
“I win!” Camden exclaimed. “So can you bring us our food up here, Daddy?”
“I suppose so.” August smiled ruefully and stopped touching me. Bastard. “Y’all will have a rule to follow, though. If I’m gonna suffer alone downstairs with Clara and the guests, you two aren’t allowed to come. You can kiss, fuck, suck each other off—whatever you want—but no coming.”
I stared up at him. What kind of sadistic motherfucker said something like that?
Camden looked downright horrified.
August was happy. “Just so you know, Anthony, Camden comes in two seconds and has no self-control whatsoever. I wouldn’t allow any sex at all if I were you, because you’ll have to stop him physically once he gets started.”
I didn’t need those images in my fucking head.
“I can’t help it,” Camden mumbled, embarrassed. “Daddy says I become an animal.”
God.
I wanted to see it. Experience it. A little sex animal who didn’t know how to stop…
“And I don’t mean to stoke the fire,” August went on, which I could sense was total bullshit, “but Camden’s favorite fetishes include rapeplay—both as the aggressor and the recipient—his own version of puppy play, and objectification.”
I was pretty sure I stopped breathing there for a beat.
My cock strained painfully, and I felt…so fucking sexually frustrated.
I scrubbed my hands roughly over my face and tried to calm down.
“Did you stoke the fire, Daddy?” Camden whispered.
I groaned.
“I think I did,” August whispered in return, too amused. “On a more serious note—Anthony, you’ve had a really long day. What I advise both of you to do is rest. Watch a couple movies—I’ll be up with dinner soon—and cuddle and get to know each other. Okay?”
I scoffed and let my hands fall to my lap. “I woulda loved that recommendation before you dangled this little baby beast in front of me.”
“Baby beast,” Camden laughed and slapped his thigh. “That’s me! I’m a baby beast.”
August leaned over to me again, a soft smile on his face—sadistic glee in his gorgeous eyes—and cupped my cheeks. “I hope he keeps you hard until you’re ready to snap, darlin’.” He pecked me gently. “That’s what I want to return to later.”
He’d get his motherfucking wish.
He straightened one last time, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Camden too. “You know your safewords, Camden. They’re in effect startin’ right now, and they apply to Anthony too. Please explain them to him before I go downstairs.”
“Yes, Sir.” Camden nodded, then addressed me. “We use the regular color system, ’cept for green. Green means everything is good, and we replaced that word with Teddy, ’cause it’s the name of my favorite stuffie. He’s a teddy bear,” he said frankly. “Yellow means slow down, maybe when someone is approaching their limit. And that’s red. Red stops all play instantly, and then we talk it out and snuggle.”
I brought his hand closer and kissed his knuckles. “Teddy, yellow, red—understood.” I gave August a nod too; I knew this was serious to them, and he was putting his trust in me to be alone with Camden. Regardless of how capable the boy was of speaking up and taking care of himself, he was, in their dynamic, August’s responsibility. “I can tell you right now there won’t be any play that goes beyond kissing and cuddling.”
Camden dropped his jaw. “Why?”
I tapped his nose. “Because the last thing your Daddy needs is worrying about us when he’s busy with work downstairs. Nothin’ wrong with taking it easy and watching movies together.”
Camden understood begrudgingly and put up minimal fuss. From August, my response earned me a deep kiss. The gratitude in his eyes meant more to me than I was willing to admit.
Chapter 7
Keep Your Eyes Open
Sylvia’s piano poured out of the speakers a few seconds before Luiz started hitting the snare and bass drum to count us in. Nicky appeared mesmerized as the spotlights traveled across the audience, and it mirrored what I felt. Holy fuck, there had to be at least two thousand people now.
Nicky and I pressed down on our overdrive pedals and distorted our guitar sound.
Then I started singing as he plucked on his strings, flirting with the audience again. Or maybe he’d found Gideon. I still hadn’t seen August and Camden, and I pushed them out of my mind before I could overthink and overanalyze.
Just open your eyes.
Don’t fear the unknown.
“I’m so full!” Camden flopped back against the mattress the moment I’d placed his plate on the nightstand. “Feel my belly, Sir. Feel it.”
I shook my head and grabbed his bed tray to set it on the floor. I’d opted to just hold my plate, wanting to make sure I didn’t spill.
“You’ve barely eaten anything.” I spoke around a mouthful of food, and I was equally bewildered and amused by his attempt to make his stomach look bigger. With how little he’d eaten, about half his serving, he shouldn’t bother trying. Hell, his portion hadn’t been big to begin with.
But…dramatic kids were gonna be dramatic kids.
No matter, I’d polish off his plate too, ’cause this was the best meal I’d had in a long time.
The meat was so tender that it fell apart in my mouth, and the chunks of spicy sausage August
