Was that them? I coulda sworn I saw…

I refocused on the music when Nicky raised his arms in the air and started clapping, encouraging the audience to join in as I pushed us into the last chorus.

My heart pounded, my lungs burned, sweat trickled down my neck.

The heart…

Always risky business to get that involved.

“Ragazzo, why don’t you come swim with us?” I asked. “The water’s nice.”

I’d fully expected to freeze my balls off when we’d gotten into the water earlier, until I learned that August and Camden had the pool heated between March and May, then again in October and November. Evidently, August was an avid swimmer but not a fan of getting cold.

Camden looked up from the game he was playing on his tablet and hitched a brow. “You’re not swimming. You’re just kissing and being boring.”

I rumbled a chuckle and turned back to August, sliding my arms around his neck. “You hear that? We’re boring.”

He closed the distance and smiled into a lazy kiss. “So very boring.”

I hummed, easily getting lost in another moment with him.

It was what the past few days had consisted of. Moments of absolute fucking bliss. Memories for a lifetime. Glimpses of a pipe dream.

We spent our days around the pool, fucking, swapping life stories, eating good food, enjoying the early summer heat, and then we went inside after dinner, after the sun had set. We’d caught a game together and watched a few movies. Last night, we stayed up till dawn, just talking and being with one another. Camden had fallen asleep with his head on my lap. He came and went as he pleased, busy playing with his toys or shouting at a video game, and sometimes he was sneaky. The other day when August had fucked me over the couch in the den across from the kitchen, we’d found Camden watching us discreetly from one of the entryways.

August and I were both learning that Camden evidently liked to watch—he was curious about everything he called “grown-up games”—but he didn’t want to participate.

It was new to them, too, since they hadn’t invited anyone into their relationship for years.

My back hit the wall of the pool, and August cupped my jaw as he deepened the kiss and swept his tongue into my mouth. He was the first man I’d been with who was as physically loving as me, and it was liberating to be able to spend hours just kissing and holding each other without worrying that the other was going to get sick of it.

“Daddy, can we make pizza today?” Camden asked. “It’s Anthony’s favorite.”