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.