He let out a sexy, lust-filled chuckle and squeezed my ass firmly. “I’ll refrain from askin’ right now, because I need to focus tonight too.”

I shuddered violently and tried to collect my breath, but it was difficult when I couldn’t stop kissing him.

“Sweet boy,” he whispered. “I’m hardly done with you.”

“Good.” I raked my teeth over his bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth.

He hummed and gave my ass another solid squeeze.

“This is where you tell me you and Camden are open, so I don’t worry I’ve landed in a pile of drama,” I muttered.

He exhaled a laugh and kissed his way down my neck. “He and I are on the same page where you’re concerned.”

Good enough. For now. I still had questions.

“You beautiful, beautiful man.” He sighed contentedly and cupped my face, giving a sweet kiss that had a finality to it. “I want you underneath me tonight, writhing, taking my cock.”

“Fuck,” I exhaled.

“Cancel your hotel reservation.”

Yeah, okay. I nodded. “All right.”

“Good.” One more kiss. “When you only had that towel on earlier, I wanted to get on my knees for you.”

Fuckin’ hell, he was killing me. My cock strained in my jeans.

“Grope you properly,” he murmured. “Suck you off long and hard.”

“August, for chrissakes,” I hissed.

“Fuck, that sounds good.” The possessiveness seeping from his voice nearly did me in. “Camden and I have been exclusive for years, and safety’s important to us. Do we have anything to worry about?”

They were going straight for unprotected sex?

“I’m safe.” I furrowed my brow, struggling to clear the fog. “I don’t remember the last time I fucked without a rubber.” That included oral, because I’d never had that level of trust established with Shawn, and he hadn’t been all that fond of exclusivity. “I have condoms with me, you know.” It made sense if they didn’t since they were in a committed relationship of the kind I hadn’t experienced in probably over a decade.

“I’ll leave that to you.” King touched my cheek. August. Not King. “Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “Are you that different in the South?”

He grinned. “Probably not. You’re the one who’s different—to us. And I’m asking if my boy and I can trust you. If we can make an exception and go all in without anythin’ in the way.”

The implication was dizzying, as was the prospect of being completely uninhibited and natural.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Perfect.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Then I’m going to be so bold and ask you to check in on Camden while I prepare the grill.”

“Wait, right now?”

“Yes.”