We Have Till Monday by Cara Dee (moboreader .TXT) 📕

“I did!” He skipped back to the bed with his remote in a tight grip, and he squatted down in front of the nightstand on the other side. “I saw all your pictures and got the biggest crush,” he giggled. “Daddy thought that was funny.”

I…had nothing. I was overwhelmed by all the new impressions. It was gonna take me a minute to process everything.

Camden opened what turned out to be a mini fridge rather than a nightstand, and he picked out two bottles of Coke.

“Can you open them, please? I can’t find my opener.”

“Of course.” I grabbed the two glass bottles and retrieved my keys from my pocket.

“I have snacks too.” He pointed toward his desk across the room. “One chocolate is probably okay, but Daddy said he’d bring me dinner soon. I already ate all the sammiches he made me earlier.”

I must’ve missed that.

“You’re not going to eat with the rest of us, then?” I handed him his Coke and set my own on the nightstand on this side of the bed.

“No.” He took a big gulp of his soda, then rubbed his nose vigorously. “It fizzles and sizzles!”

I grinned. My heart felt like it had just doubled in size. How freaking strange this was.

“I’m gonna be super sneaky and try to convince you to stay up here too,” he informed me. “You and I can eat dinner together, and Daddy will miss us and kick the other yahoos out of the house.”

I exhaled a surprised laugh, to which he gave me a dopey grin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said. “I knew you’d be perfect.”

Someone had to clue me the fuck in soon. All this youthful honesty about crushes and being perfect for something and being so adamant about seeing me…I couldn’t grasp any of it.

Camden straightened abruptly, and if we’d lived in a cartoon, a lightbulb woulda gone off above his head. “Do you want me to burp the alphabet?”

“Mannaggia, e’ un bambinone,” I chuckled to myself. “No, I want you to tell me if you have a dirty Instagram account and recently liked most of my pictures.”

His grin turned sheepish. “Maybe? Please don’t say anything to Daddy. I haven’t told him that part of my evil genius plan yet, and he was already wary of letting me make that account public. It’s just supposed to be me practicing erotic photography.”

He didn’t need practice.

All I could do was continue to shake my head. Both August and Camden had fucked with my head just by being who they were, and I couldn’t say I wanted to get off their joyride.

Maybe I didn’t want the answers straightaway either. Maybe this was one of those times I should just enjoy things while they lasted and let the chips fall where they may.

Camden bit his lip. “Are you okay with me being little, Sir? You’re not talkin’ much.”

Shit. It hadn’t been my intention to make him worry. “Of course I’m okay with it, buddy. It’s just new to me.” I had to be honest about my gawking too. “You’re also really fucking adorable, and I like watching you. It makes me forget to respond sometimes.”

“Oh.” He liked that answer. “Okay, good. I think we should watch the movie now, so you have to get ready.” He got up on his knees and set his soda on the mini fridge, then crawled over to the TV, presumably to insert the DVD.

“I think I’m ready,” I decided. I’d seen a few of the Marvel movies with Nicky already.

Camden peered back at me and scrunched his nose, his butt in the air. “No, you’re not. You can’t wear clothes on movie night. That’s against Daddy’s rules.”

I assumed he meant I couldn’t wear these specific clothes. “I can go change into comfier clothes if you want. I brought sweats and tees.”

He huffed. “That’s clothes too, Sir. You can only wear undies.”

That would pose another problem. I didn’t generally wear any. I was a commando guy.

“Do these rules really apply to me as well?” I asked skeptically. “I’m not wearing anything underneath my jeans, and I’m not sure your Daddy anticipated I’d be naked with his boy five minutes after we met.”

“You hafta follow the rules,” he responded frankly. “And to be honest, Daddy didn’t anticipate much of anything today, cuz I’m a sneaky evil genius.” So he kept saying. “I know him best, though. I knew you’d be perfect, and I was right. Daddy’s a smitten kitten.” He giggled at his own wording and crept closer, still on his knees. “He doesn’t wear any undies either, by the way.”

Good to know. I’d lost the ability to speak again, because Camden was too close. His smooth upper body was mere inches from my face when he reached out and fiddled with one of the buttons on my shirt.

“May I help you with your clothes, Sir?” he asked sweetly.

I swallowed around the buildup of desire and nodded dumbly.

He was an angel. Up close, I could only drink him in. Smooth, pale, flawless skin. Regardless of how young he felt mentally, with or without regression, how could someone go through life for twenty-seven years and not get a single scar?

He’d taken out his piercings for some reason.

I didn’t even ask to touch him. Before I could register it, my hand eased its way up his stomach. Fuck, so soft and smooth.

Camden undid a few of my buttons and then slipped his hand inside my shirt, and my undershirt, to explore my chest with his curious little fingers.

“You have almost as much chest hair as Daddy.”

I looked forward to feeling it against me.

“Where are your piercings?” I wondered.

“I take them off if there’s gonna be playtime.” He continued removing my button-down, and I shrugged out of it and pulled my undershirt over my head before returning to touch him. “Or if I’m cooking.”

Made sense. I’d never seen the piercing in his eyebrow in any of his videos.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen the tattoo of the snake