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)
I pressed a kiss to Camden’s shoulder. “What can we do to your Daddy in three minutes?”
I could practically see the hamster wheel turning.
August found us funny. “You two aren’t going to do a damn thing.” He reached the edge of the bed and grabbed a fistful of my hair. A beat later, he was kissing me forcefully, catching me by surprise. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, tasting of whiskey and mint.
“Keep kissing,” Camden urged and scrambled off me. “I’m gonna hide Anthony’s clothes so he has to stay up here with me.”
I couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping.
Neither could August. “You can stay right where you are, boy. As if I didn’t already know that you were going to try to keep Anthony up here with you.” He turned to me next, and he planted a swift kiss on my lips. “How quickly did he get you naked?”
Fuck. Did it matter? What mattered to me was how quickly I’d caved.
My ears felt hot. “A few minutes, maybe. I didn’t put up much of a fight.”
“As you shouldn’t,” he responded. “My boy’s irresistible. And so are you.”
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.”