Angling myself for a deep, hungry kiss, I hooked my fingers into his briefs and pushed them down a bit.

He took the hint and scrambled up on his knees so I could help him get rid of his underwear.

“There we go. Now we can feel each other properly.”

He nodded and got comfortable over my cock again, wriggling like the tempting little thing he was, and smiled against my lips.

“Your thing is hard, Sir.”

“Because of you.”

“I wanna—” He cut himself off with a gasp, and his eyes went wide. “I can hear Daddy! He’s coming up the stairs.”

Blood surged to my cock, but it was part frustration too. With everything going on right now, the last thing I wanted was to go downstairs and be polite to fuckers I didn’t know.

August knocked twice before opening the door, and the little talker on my lap wasted no time.

“We’re kissing, Daddy! Come here and have fun with us.”

I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I agreed with him wholeheartedly. August should join us. Camden’s youthful display had temporarily blocked the memory of August’s raw masculinity and the power he exuded just by breathing, but it all came back to me now as he stood there in the doorway with a charming smile and the devil in his eyes.

“I’m glad y’all are gettin’ along.” He closed the door behind himself. “Clara just arrived with the first couple of guests, so I reckon I have three minutes before she sends out a search party. God forbid I’m late to a promotional hoopla.”

I pressed a kiss to Camden’s shoulder. “What can we do to your Daddy in three minutes?”

I could practically see the hamster wheel turning.

August found us funny. “You two aren’t going to do a damn thing.” He reached the edge of the bed and grabbed a fistful of my hair. A beat later, he was kissing me forcefully, catching me by surprise. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, tasting of whiskey and mint.

“Keep kissing,” Camden urged and scrambled off me. “I’m gonna hide Anthony’s clothes so he has to stay up here with me.”

I couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping.

Neither could August. “You can stay right where you are, boy. As if I didn’t already know that you were going to try to keep Anthony up here with you.” He turned to me next, and he planted a swift kiss on my lips. “How quickly did he get you naked?”

Fuck. Did it matter? What mattered to me was how quickly I’d caved.

My ears felt hot. “A few minutes, maybe. I didn’t put up much of a fight.”

“As you shouldn’t,” he responded. “My boy’s irresistible. And so are you.”

Well, all right, then. I could live with being called irresistible by August.