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

“Such a beautiful boy.” It was difficult to keep the lust out of my voice as I wrapped him up in the towel and moved it over his torso and arms.

We’d washed each other thoroughly in the big tub, and he’d driven me insane with innocent exploring. Almost no kissing, mainly because his mouth hadn’t stopped running, but his touches were shameless and bold. He’d told me that he’d wash me like Daddy washed him, and before I’d known what was gonna happen, he’d slipped a hand between my ass cheeks and started fingering me in the water.

At the same time, he’d talked about his fucking arts and crafts.

“You’re still hard, Sir.” He bent down and poked at my cock creating a bulge in the towel.

“So are you.” I shifted my hand to his crotch and dragged the towel over his cock and balls.

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.”

I frowned and supported myself on my elbow so I could face him better. “He’s happy with you, topolino. You’re not his actual kid.”

“I know that. But it’s still our lifestyle. When I’m little, he takes care of me like a parent—and he has more needs than just as a Daddy.” He reached out and played with my fingers that rested on his stomach. “I always knew we’d have to find a third in order for all our needs to be met, but he’s in denial. He worries that something will harm me. Or our relationship.”

I supposed that made sense.

“I saw you two this morning when I went to the bathroom,” he admitted. “I poked my head into his room. You were asleep in each other’s arms, and…it was sweet. And maybe you wouldn’t always sleep that way—I mean…” He backtracked and appeared to struggle to rephrase himself. “Okay, it’s like this. When I sleep with Daddy, I’m always in his arms. Until our skin gets sticky and I gots to move away because that’s gross.”

I chuckled quietly.

“And maybe you and Daddy will sleep like that sometimes too,” he went on. “But I thought it was symbolic to see you share a pillow with him. Like, you were on equal ground? He wasn’t holding you, you weren’t holding him—you were holding each other. Does that make sense?”

I inclined my head.

“That’s what my Daddy needs,” he said. “He needs a partner. Someone who will share his pillow, someone who will be his rock sometimes, ’cause Daddies get tired too.”

I withdrew my hand from his stomach and cupped his cheek, and I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re a sweet, selfless, smart young man, Camden.”

Of course he got stuck on the single word that bothered him, and he scowled at me. “I’m a boy.”

I did my best to suppress my amusement. “A sweet, selfless, smart little boy.”

“That’s much better.” He smiled happily and cuddled up against me. “You smell like sunscreen.”

“Imagine that,” I chuckled. “You know, you’re a little too good at turning me on to the point where I almost attack, and then distracting me with something you say that just makes me wanna hug the crap outta you.”

He burst out in a giggle fit that made my heart fucking soar. That sound—I couldn’t describe what it did to me, only that breaths came easier and it was impossible not to smile at him.

“Daddy says I have that effect,” he laughed. “That’s the good