I hauled in a breath when he shifted his hand between Camden and me and found my cock half hard. Maybe we could do something in three minutes. If it weren’t for the casual manner with which August faced Camden and gave him permission to keep me up here. Casual didn’t go hand in hand with, okay, let’s treat ourselves to a quickie.

Whether I stayed here with Camden or not was up to me, ultimately, but I couldn’t form a response when August was busy rubbing my cock.

I had to try. “Not super tempted to join the barbecue with a bunch of August King fans when I have Camden on my lap.”

“I win!” Camden exclaimed. “So can you bring us our food up here, Daddy?”

“I suppose so.” August smiled ruefully and stopped touching me. Bastard. “Y’all will have a rule to follow, though. If I’m gonna suffer alone downstairs with Clara and the guests, you two aren’t allowed to come. You can kiss, fuck, suck each other off—whatever you want—but no coming.”

I stared up at him. What kind of sadistic motherfucker said something like that?

Camden looked downright horrified.

August was happy. “Just so you know, Anthony, Camden comes in two seconds and has no self-control whatsoever. I wouldn’t allow any sex at all if I were you, because you’ll have to stop him physically once he gets started.”

I didn’t need those images in my fucking head.

“I can’t help it,” Camden mumbled, embarrassed. “Daddy says I become an animal.”

God.

I wanted to see it. Experience it. A little sex animal who didn’t know how to stop…

“And I don’t mean to stoke the fire,” August went on, which I could sense was total bullshit, “but Camden’s favorite fetishes include rapeplay—both as the aggressor and the recipient—his own version of puppy play, and objectification.”

I was pretty sure I stopped breathing there for a beat.

My cock strained painfully, and I felt…so fucking sexually frustrated.

I scrubbed my hands roughly over my face and tried to calm down.

“Did you stoke the fire, Daddy?” Camden whispered.

I groaned.

“I think I did,” August whispered in return, too amused. “On a more serious note—Anthony, you’ve had a really long day. What I advise both of you to do is rest. Watch a couple movies—I’ll be up with dinner soon—and cuddle and get to know each other. Okay?”

I scoffed and let my hands fall to my lap. “I woulda loved that recommendation before you dangled this little baby beast in front of me.”

“Baby beast,” Camden laughed and slapped his thigh. “That’s me! I’m a baby beast.”