“Wise words,” August agreed solemnly. “So what’s he done?”

I slid my gaze to a scowling Camden. “Do you wanna tell Daddy, or should I?”

He kept scowling at me for a moment, and I stared right back, undeterred. I loved the push and pull of their dynamic, but this young man wasn’t going to start thinking he could boss me around. Where kink was concerned, I followed August.

In the end, Camden huffed and folded his arms over his chest, petulance written all over his cute face. “Maybe I followed Anthony’s account under our dirty profile before he came down to Nashville.”

“Oh, really.” August composed his expression and stretched out his arms along the edge of the tub. “That’s interestin’ since I recall telling you not to reach out to Anthony on your own. We were going to let Clara handle it.”

“I didn’t contact him!” Camden argued. “I just followed him!”

“And liked nearly three hundred photos,” I added.

“And liked—grrr!” he growled.

I laughed. “And you commented. You said I was hot.”

At this point, Camden was flushed with adorable anger, and August was struggling to keep from laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry I gave you a compliment,” Camden snarked.

I grinned.

“That’s not the point, darlin’,” August said. “You went against my word.”

“But, ohhhhh!” Camden turned to whining instead. “I just wanted him to see us, Daddy. I wanted him to wonder if it was you and me.”

I hadn’t. The photos were concealed too well—even now. I wouldn’t be able to tell it was them after having shared August’s bed either. I’d already tried. It was one thing. Camden’s snake tattoo.

If Camden hadn’t been so revved up and busy defending himself, he would’ve seen that August looked anything but stern. The man couldn’t hide the affection and humor from his eyes.

Then he quit the act entirely and let out a chuckle. “You can stop pitchin’ a fit, boy. You’re not as slick as you think.”

Oh. He’d already known?

Camden deflated and asked my question. “You knew?”

“I’ve known you’re up to somethin’, not the specifics,” August amended. “I don’t think this is the extent of it either. You’re hidin’ somethin’ else too.”

That was funny. Of course Daddy would sense that his boy was scheming.

“I am slick,” Camden grumbled to himself. “I’m an evil genius.”

“Of course you are, baby.” I humored him and rubbed his leg a little higher up.

I didn’t think I could get off anytime soon, considering everything we’d already done today, but the boy was too enticing. I loved touching him.

In all honesty, I just wanted to finger him a bit. Like any normal person.

Chapter 13

The Outsiders