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

Okay, he was sweet as hell, but he didn’t need to trash-talk fast food and takeout.

“I like takeout,” I muttered stubbornly.

August’s eyes glowed with mirth. “Let me cook for y’all, Anthony. You’re not the only one who wants to steal every minute we have left.” He was gonna win this argument, wasn’t he? I watched as he pushed himself out of the pool and walked toward me, wet, naked, with the sun bathing his skin in warm light. Fucking hell, he was sexy. All man, silver scruff, quiet strength, and charm. “This is one of those moments you’re supposed to be a good boy and obey me.”

Jesus Christ.

I didn’t say a word as he sat down at the foot of my lounger, parted my legs, and unfastened the towel. Then he leaned over me and sucked my cock into his mouth, to which I drew an unsteady breath and slipped my fingers into his hair.

“What, uh—what about Camden?” I pulled up a knee too, in case he wanted more access. “I don’t want him to hide in his room like last Friday.”

“I won’t have to.” It was Camden who answered, and he was watching his Daddy suck on me. “I have to rejoin the boring grown-up world so I can go to the festival anyway.”

August hummed around me, getting me hard in no time.

“That’s not how you nurse, Daddy.” Camden scrunched his nose.

I cursed under my breath as August tightened his lips around me and sucked me harder.

Before long, he was bringing me to the edge and pulling me back. Over and over until I was desperate. I groaned and threw back my head, unable to stop from thrusting into his mouth. But he kept a firm hand on my hip that prevented me from moving too much.

Glancing over at Camden, I saw he was still watching us. He was getting hard in his underwear too, and I ached to touch him. For over three days, he’d abstained from sex, though that didn’t mean he hadn’t been around to turn us on with his innocence. He was a cuddly boy and had those curious fingers of his. He liked to watch us. He liked to ask questions about our grown-up games. He loved to put his head in his Daddy’s lap and nurse from his cock.

“Camden, can you come here and give me a kiss?” I asked huskily.

He smiled and instantly put away his game. “Always.” He crawled up as high as possible on my lounger, pulling his knees to his chest, and leaned over me. “Do you like it when Daddy does that?”

I nodded and cupped his cheek. “Kiss me.”

He inched closer and pecked me softly, and it was followed by that shy grin that I found irresistible.

I’d asked August before how Camden came out of his regressive periods. The main part was an active mental adjustment that the boy took charge of himself. He basically stepped out gradually in his mind, and August’s task was to make the transition as easy as he could—as well as to lure out Camden’s sexual appetite again. The latter was something I was highly interested in right now.

The next time he gave me a sweet little kiss, I moved my hand to the back of his neck and held him there.

“Perfect little boy.” I kissed him gently, warmly, and slowly.

Camden broke away with a blush and shallow breaths when August swallowed around my cock, and I couldn’t stop the groan from slipping out. It felt too good, and the pleasure exploded inside me.

“What’s happening?” the boy asked anxiously.

“I’m coming,” I panted. “Fuck, August… Just like that—now.”

The orgasm ripped down my spine, and I started coming down August’s throat.

For the rest of that day, our focus shifted more and more to Camden. He pouted when August stowed away the stuffies that were strewn around the ranch and returned them to the boy’s room. The stuffed animals worked like an anchor, August clarified to me. They made it easier for Camden to tell Little-time apart from the rest of their everyday life.

I felt bad for Camden at first, but August was a pro. He’d done this for years and knew exactly which buttons to push and when. And to lift Camden’s spirits, August opened up the pool house in the late afternoon to reveal a Jacuzzi.

I’d expected a minor storage area for pool cleaning supplies, but I was wrong. The hot tub sat at the center of the little house. The back wall was made up of glass and offered a view of slanted hills leading to a small pond. A shower was in one corner, two chairs and a table in another, and an entertainment unit next to it. Stereo, minibar, shelves with towels, speakers…

I needed to win the damn lottery.

“Water should be warm enough by now.” August walked past me and removed the cover from the pool, then dipped his hand into the water. “It’s perfect.”

While Camden got undressed and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, August explained that he’d prepared everything this morning. Evidently, they had their routine.

Camden grinned goofily and set his water in one of the cupholders along the edge of the tub. “I love to sit here with Daddy and talk about the future and stuff. It makes me excited to be grown up again and set goals, things like that.”

That was sweet.

“Come on, hurry up!” Camden didn’t waste a second. As soon as he’d dropped his clothes on the floor, he slipped into the water and let out a sigh of contentment. “Daddy, can you turn on the jets?”

“Camden, can you learn to hang your clothes over a chair?” August retorted, picking up the boy’s discarded clothes.

“Oops.” Camden giggled behind his hands.

I smiled and got rid of my tee and jeans, making sure not to put them on the floor, before I climbed into the tub too.

Sweet mother of… “Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned.

As the hot water began loosening up whatever