The pleasure rolled over me in hot waves, only intensified by Camden tensing up and letting out a soft whine around his thumb.
“Shh, beautiful boy.” I kissed his neck and gripped his hip. “You go back to sleep and let Daddy and me play with you a little.”
August cursed under his breath and moved closer behind me.
I nipped at Camden’s jaw. His soft noises faded, and he clenched around me.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
The only thing missing now was August’s big cock fucking me raw, and thankfully, he didn’t make me wait long. With a firm grasp on my hips, he pulled me back onto his cock and rammed in forcefully, and I groaned a little too loudly.
It was sensory overload. Whenever I pushed forward, I sank into Camden’s tight ass, and whenever I pulled back, I fucked myself on August’s cock.
They were gonna make me lose my goddamn mind.
I threw myself into the sensations and chased every peak I could get to, fucking Camden into the mattress, being used by August, the burning sting mingling with the overwhelming euphoria.
It made me greedier. I couldn’t get enough of them.
“Fuck me hard when I come,” I groaned.
“I will, baby. I promise.” August slid a hand up my spine, pressing me down. Only the support of my elbow kept me from collapsing on top of Camden. “You’ll get all of me soon.”
Goose bumps rose along my shoulders and arms, and I took even more. I dug a hand underneath Camden and found him hard again, and thank fuck. I wanted to make him come again. I wanted us to reek of sex.
In the final moments, there was no act. Camden replaced his thumb with two of my fingers, and then he was fucking my other hand as quickly as he could, sending vibrations up my cock. I panted against his neck, my body protested, begging to let go and fall on top of him, and we were just a pile of flesh and desire.
“Make a mess for us, ragazzo.” I pushed my fingers deeper into his mouth until he gagged. And a beat later, he hauled in a ragged breath and choked as he went rigid. My hand flooded with his hot come, and it set me off.
A growl emanated from my chest, and I slammed forward and let it all go. The orgasm consumed me, drowned me, and zinged and zapped its ecstasy to every pleasure point in my body. It fucking drained me.
August collapsed on top of me at some point, and it made me keenly aware of a cute, wriggling Camden underneath me. I chuckled, completely out of breath, and managed to nudge August back before I pulled out.
“I can’t stop shivering,” Camden croaked. “I can’t move either. I think there’s a Camden-shaped impression in the mattress now.”
August laughed under his breath. “So we’ll have two of you.”
I grinned and scrubbed a hand over my mouth. Christ. I was spent. “Let’s shower before we change the sheets.”
Camden huffed pitifully. “Did you not hear the part about me not being able to move?”
That was okay. I could carry him. Maybe.
Chapter 16
I’d never been this conflicted before. With my heart and body screaming at me to say three little words to August and Camden, my brain told me it was time to get the fuck out of Nashville and screw my head on right. Love didn’t happen that quickly. It couldn’t. It was nothing but an intense infatuation, and having spent these ten days with them had clouded my judgment. I was high on them.
I needed to come down from that high.
“Don’t cry, baby boy.” I dipped down and kissed Camden’s cheeks, his nose, and his eyelids. “We’ll see each other soon, won’t we?”
He sniffled and nodded, refusing to let go of me.
I cleared my throat, struggling to withhold my own emotions, but August and I had to be the voice of reason or some such bullshit.
“You should probably leave before I tie you to the bed.” August stepped closer and kissed me firmly. “We all have some thinkin’ to do.”
I nodded and swallowed hard, kinda terrified to think about what they would feel once they’d come down from this high. Because their judgment was clouded too.
“I expect frequent updates from the road.” August leveled me with a serious look. “Make sure you eat and rest properly. Don’t drive when you’re tired.”
I cupped the back of his neck and kissed him. “Don’t worry.”
He scoffed. “Next, you’ll be tellin’ me not to breathe.”
I chuckled and squeezed Camden to me a little harder. “All right, I’mma head out. You both have my number. Don’t be afraid to use it.”
I felt robbed the instant Camden reluctantly let me go and plastered himself to August instead. Who knew when I’d touch them again? We were officially untangled physically, and there was nothing left to do but climb into my truck and leave their ranch.
“Drive safe!” Camden croaked.
My throat closed up, so I only managed a nod and a two-finger wave. Then I shut the door and started the engine. Truck filled with food and instruments, and possibly a T-shirt I’d stolen from August, heart left behind.
Cazzo.
Soon I’d be writing tragic country songs too.
I put on my shades and drove up the dirt road, over the crest, until the ranch disappeared from the rearview.
I released a breath and sniffled.
It took nearly nine hours on the road before I caught up with Nicky and the others on the bus.
They’d left Tennessee at the crack of dawn, whereas I’d dragged out my morning for as long as possible.
We stopped at a gas station to stretch our legs and get something to eat, and I could sense Nicky’s questions coming from a mile away. He chose to dive in when I walked off to a picnic area to have a smoke.
“How you feelin’?” he asked.
I shrugged and scratched my elbow. “Kinda numb at the moment.”
He nodded
