August thought about it and swam over to rest his forearms on the edge. “Why not meet up here? We could do a barbecue. Being on the road for over twelve hours… Maybe sitting down in a crowded restaurant isn’t at the top of the list of things you wanna do.”

As kind as his offer was, I couldn’t help but hesitate. No matter how valid his argument was. He’d already done so much.

“I didn’t mean to invite us to your reunion, of course,” August added. “I was just thinkin’ in terms of space and being able to relax. Camden and I can have dinner with my sister if you’d prefer to be—”

“Uh, don’t finish that sentence, ciccio. This is your home.” I furrowed my brow at him. “Look, I’ll be honest. I don’t have much time left with you, so I’m gonna steal every minute I can—even if that includes having the dinner here with everyone.” I paused. “My issue is that you’ve done too much as it is. So…I don’t know. If we have the dinner here, I’m ordering pizza.”

Camden found that hilarious, though he kept his eyes fixed on his game. “Ordering pizza—to Daddy’s house. That’s so funny.”

August squinted and scratched his eyebrow. “Yeah, that would pose a problem for me. In our home, we don’t allow takeout.”

I felt my forehead crease. “Why else would the top drawer in every kitchen in America have takeout menus?”

That made him snort. “Sounds more like your kitchen, darlin’. Here, we cook. We treat our guests to proper food. It’s how my mama raised me.”

Okay, he was sweet as hell, but he didn’t need to trash-talk fast food and takeout.

“I like takeout,” I muttered stubbornly.

August’s eyes glowed with mirth. “Let me cook for y’all, Anthony. You’re not the only one who wants to steal every minute we have left.” He was gonna win this argument, wasn’t he? I watched as he pushed himself out of the pool and walked toward me, wet, naked, with the sun bathing his skin in warm light. Fucking hell, he was sexy. All man, silver scruff, quiet strength, and charm. “This is one of those moments you’re supposed to be a good boy and obey me.”

Jesus Christ.

I didn’t say a word as he sat down at the foot of my lounger, parted my legs, and unfastened the towel. Then he leaned over me and sucked my cock into his mouth, to which I drew an unsteady breath and slipped my fingers into his hair.

“What, uh—what about Camden?” I pulled up a knee too, in case he wanted more access. “I don’t want him to hide in his room like last Friday.”

“I won’t have to.” It was Camden who answered, and he was watching his Daddy suck on me. “I have to rejoin the boring grown-up world so I can go to the festival anyway.”

August hummed around me, getting me hard in no time.

“That’s not how you nurse, Daddy.” Camden scrunched his nose.

I cursed under my breath as August tightened his lips around me and sucked me harder.

Before long, he was bringing me to the edge and pulling me back. Over and over until I was desperate. I groaned and threw back my head, unable to stop from thrusting into his mouth. But he kept a firm hand on my hip that prevented me from moving too much.

Glancing over at Camden, I saw he was still watching us. He was getting hard in his underwear too, and I ached to touch him. For over three days, he’d abstained from sex, though that didn’t mean he hadn’t been around to turn us on with his innocence. He was a cuddly boy and had those curious fingers of his. He liked to watch us. He liked to ask questions about our grown-up games. He loved to put his head in his Daddy’s lap and nurse from his cock.

“Camden, can you come here and give me a kiss?” I asked huskily.

He smiled and instantly put away his game. “Always.” He crawled up as high as possible on my lounger, pulling his knees to his chest, and leaned over me. “Do you like it when Daddy does that?”

I nodded and cupped his cheek. “Kiss me.”

He inched closer and pecked me softly, and it was followed by that shy grin that I found irresistible.

I’d asked August before how Camden came out of his regressive periods. The main part was an active mental adjustment that the boy took charge of himself. He basically stepped out gradually in his mind, and August’s task was to make the transition as easy as he could—as well as to lure out Camden’s sexual appetite again. The latter was something I was highly interested in right now.

The next time he gave me a sweet little kiss, I moved my hand to the back of his neck and held him there.

Tags: Cara Dee Erotic
Source: readsnovelonline.net