That was the frustrating part. He wasn’t unfazed by my own wandering hands—far from it. His breathing had hitched when I’d finger-fucked him. He’d moaned and bucked into my hand. But I needed his mind to be on the same page.

“Let’s bring the sunscreen back to the patio,” I said. “No need to get dressed.”

I was bringing lube and oil too. If not to use with Camden, then with August when he returned in a couple hours.

“Is there any risk of running into August’s sister around here?” I asked, tucking a hand underneath my head.

I didn’t wanna move—ever. Camden and I had taken one of the two double-sized sunbeds around the pool that had their own umbrellas, and we’d brought coffee for me, soda for him, and his donuts so we could stay here a while. But we were stark naked, and August did share the ranch with his sister.

Camden giggled softly and shifted closer to rest his head on my shoulder. “She’s a hermit. She only stops by when Daddy invites her for dinner.”

I hummed and started brushing my fingers along his arm. “I take it you’re closer to Clara, then.”

“Lots. We talk almost every day.”

“I noticed.” A wry smile tugged at my lips. “It seems like you’ve discussed me with Clara more than your own Daddy.”

Camden lifted his head off my chest and blinked drowsily at me. “Did she say anything today?”

“Just that she knew I was here last night—in your room.”

“Oh. Yeah.” He grinned goofily and stretched out next to me. A yawn slipped out. “I had to talk to someone, and Daddy’s not ready. I called her super early this morning when I got up to pee.”

I got the feeling this was about a certain evil genius plan. Why else wouldn’t August be ready? Hell, why wouldn’t he be ready, regardless?

“Last I checked, your Daddy was a grown man.” I rolled onto my side so I could get my hands on Camden’s perfect little body. “I don’t think you need to sugarcoat anything where he’s concerned.”

That earned me a pat on the head as I kissed his chest. “You have much to learn about my Daddy, young grasshopper.”

I chuckled at the little shit. “Clue me in.”

The spark of mischief in his eyes mingled with a pensiveness that came from experience. It was a reminder. Camden Adair might be happiest as a little boy, but he was still an adult, one who had shared the last six years with August.

“He’s the single dad who’s hesitating to meet someone,” he murmured. “I’m his number one priority, and he’d sacrifice his own happiness for me.”