We Have Till Monday

On the second floor, I took a step back again while Camden browsed for stuffies, and August came up behind me and threaded our fingers together.

“I never thought I’d trust anyone with Camden,” he murmured. “That was before I met you and discovered what a protective Daddy you are.”

I smiled and kissed his jaw. “I love you.”

“Beyond words.” He squeezed my hand and grinned at Camden, who was clearly struggling to choose between an orange and a green M&M stuffie. “You know what he asked me yesterday when you were at work?”

I shook my head.

“When I was going to ask you to marry me. Because Daddies should be married, he said.”

Cazzo. I took a breath, my stomach suddenly a tight mess, and side-eyed him. “Seriously?”

He nodded.

I cleared my throat. “So, uh…what did you tell him?”

He flashed me a charming smirk and took the first step toward where Camden was. “When the time is right. But that I’d be surprised if I could wait more than a few months.”

The bastard left me standing there alone to process that little tidbit while he helped Camden decide on a toy.

All I could blurt out was, “Give him both stuffies! And all the candy he wants.”

A few months later

“When’re you coming home?” Pop demanded to know. “Nonna’s actin’ like it’s a sin for youse not to celebrate your engagement where she can participate, and it’s me she’s complainin’ to all day!”

I chuckled into my phone and closed the door to my recording room. “I made sure Nicky put the dates on your fridge, Pop. We fly back in two weeks before the new semester starts, and we’ll host an engagement dinner the weekend after.”

He made an unhappy sound and started muttering. “Still don’t see what’s so fuckin’ great about Nashville. Families belong together, Anthony. You’re breakin’ our hearts ova’ hea’.”

Jesus Christ. I trailed into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. “I’m so glad you’re one of those chill old men who never exaggerates.”

“Stai zitto!” He told me to shut up. “Don’t get cute. You give me shit for tryna keep the family together—that’s the thanks I get.” He scoffed.

Thank fuck we were having a small wedding. Much easier to get hitched in private and then do a tour and visit our families and take them out for dinner. I couldn’t imagine trying to get everyone to one place at the same time.

“You want me to bring you back more of that jerky?” I asked conversationally.

“You damn well better!” Pop barked. “I gotta go take Nonna to the salon.”

He hung up without another word, and I shook my head to myself and pocketed my phone. It’d taken a minute for August to get my father. Camden had understood easier, maybe because he came from a similar background. Irritation and being bitchy was just how Pop showed his love. If he got demanding, it meant he worried.

Deciding a break was in order, I walked out to the patio—into the blistering summer heat—and found August naked in one of the loungers around the pool. Newspaper in his hands. Coffee on the side table. And a sleepy boy nursing from his cock.

“There you are, darlin’. How’s the recording comin’ along?”

“Almost done. Just a few more hours.” I sat down on the foot of the lounger and patted Camden’s cute butt. “Did you have a good nap, ragazzo?”

Camden nodded drowsily and kept suckling on August’s cock.

I was internally glad he nursed more from August, because it frustrated me to no end when he asked to nurse from me. Few things got me as hard as when Camden was at his most innocent. Especially since he’d discovered that he liked being taken advantage of and used when he felt vulnerable.

They must’ve been at it for a while. August was looking a little frustrated now too. He refolded the newspaper and set it aside, then leaned back and threaded his fingers into Camden’s hair.

“Daddy’s almost there, baby.” He eased his cock a couple inches deeper and sighed contentedly. “Fuck. That’s it. That’s it.”

It was almost as frustrating to watch, because it turned me the fuck on.

“Oh no, you don’t.” August pushed down Camden’s head when he’d been trying to move away. “You get every drop of Daddy’s milk.”

I watched him come. I watched his chest heave, how his hand held Camden in place, and how he tensed up as he emptied his balls down the boy’s throat. Definitely not in the mood for coffee anymore, I set my mug on the table and squeezed my cock through my sweats.

“Mmm, that was good…” Camden croaked and licked his lips. “Can I nap some more?”

“A little while longer,” August allowed.

I rose from my seat and told Camden to rest his head higher up—on August’s chest. Then I reached into my pants and stroked myself as I kept my eyes on them. The two loves of my life.