“Let me at least get you there.” August leaned forward a bit, and I groaned as he sucked me into his mouth.

“Fuck, I love watching you,” I grunted.

He hummed.

“Quiet,” Camden mumbled softly. “M’sleepy.”

It didn’t take long for August to get me close. Then he leaned back again and drew a lazy hand over his chest hair before he tucked it behind his head.

“My God, you’re sexy.” August’s lustful gaze pushed me over the edge. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over us.”

I surrendered with a low groan. Come splashed across August’s chest and Camden’s adorable face.

“But, ohhhh,” the boy whined. “Why are you coming on me, Daddy?”

“Because it makes Daddy feel so good,” I said, panting. “Fuck.”

He huffed in annoyance. Though, it didn’t stop him from poking out the tip of his tongue and tasting some of my release that’d landed at the corner of his mouth.

August leaned forward once more, and he sucked me clean and drew endless shivers from me. He peered up at me, sucking me hard, looking at me with so much affection in his eyes.

“I love you,” he murmured. “And this thick, perfect cock.”

I withdrew from his mouth so I could bend down and kiss him hard.

A few years later

“Good job, Hannah.” I grinned, possibly the proudest uncle in the state right now. “Didn’t I tell you that you could do it?”

She beamed back at me and bounced excitedly in her seat.

It felt fucking amazing that she trusted me fully now. She gave the best hugs too. Most of all, her trust in me made it easier to focus on her progress. And today, she’d officially learned how to play “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” on the pink guitar I’d given her when she’d turned six earlier this year.

When Nicky and Gideon adopted her, she was a nonverbal toddler. She’d been diagnosed since then, and I’d done my best to be part of her journey to find ways to communicate and express herself.

I wasn’t surprised when my brother and Gideon came into the rehearsal room. Standing outside and looking through the viewing window clearly wasn’t enough.

Hannah turned to them, and her green eyes flashed with excitement. “Daddies! I’m playing.”

“That’s amazing, baby girl,” Nicky responded with a big smile. “Daddy and I are just gonna sit here and watch, okay? You concentrate on what Uncle Anthony’s teaching you.”

She nodded firmly and refocused on me, and I continued her lesson.

To make it easier for her to mirror my movements, I used one of the school’s guitars for left-handed players. Technical terminology didn’t stick. She wanted to mimic me and play, and she was too strong-willed for anything other than baby steps. Learning sheet music would have to come later.