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

the stools on this side of the island. “I know my way around a grocery store pretty well. I often pick things up for my grandmother.”

“Good.” August returned to the island with the cheese and a pack of something that looked like it came from a deli. “The day you’re using the burrata, there’ll be enough to make four meals, so pour four cups of farfalle into one bag.”

Yes, Sir.

“Fuck.” I flinched awake by a jolt of pain in my neck and straightened in my seat. Where was… Oh. Goddammit, we’d fallen asleep in their home theater. The big cushy loveseat at the center was the obvious choice so we could sit together, but it wasn’t meant to sleep on. I rolled my shoulders and looked around me. Camden must’ve gone to bed at some point. How nice of the little punk not to wake us up…

Two loveseats and four chairs split into two rows left him plenty of options for our movie nights, but he usually ended up with his blanket and pillow on the floor between our feet. No matter how many times we’d told him there was space between us, Camden preferred the soft carpet.

“August.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got off the loveseat with a grunt that revealed my age a little too well.

“Mm.”

“Let’s go to bed.” I leaned over him and peppered his face with soft kisses. My God, he was beautiful. I touched his cheek and felt… It couldn’t be. It was too soon. I had my head in the damn clouds. “Wake up, love.” Evidently, it didn’t stop me from calling him that.

“Mmm…” He let out a yawn and stretched out. “Lead the way.”

I dragged him up from the seat. The screen on the wall had already gone dark, so I just flicked off the dim light and guided him out of the room.

On our way up the stairs, he hugged me from behind and dropped a kiss to my neck.

I sighed contentedly and turned around once I’d reached the landing. He met me in a sweet kiss and walked me backward toward his room.

I was gonna miss his kisses. His affection.

August and Camden had brought me back to life. They’d made me thirst for a better tomorrow. For adventures and little things that shook up the everyday routine.

“It’s fucked that I miss you already, isn’t it?” My back hit the doorframe, and he deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back hungrily and started unbuttoning his jeans.

“Not that fucked, baby.” He lifted my tee, and I pulled it over my head. “My chances of seein’ you sooner increase the more desperate I get you.”

“That’s an evil plan.”

“I’m merely a man on a mission.” With that said, he slipped his hand down my pants and palmed my cock. Combined with his lips on my neck, there was no stopping the shudder that ripped through me.

I loved the rasp of his scruff against my skin. And his openmouthed kisses. I tilted my head to give him more access, and it was through hooded eyes I spotted Camden in the middle of our bed. Fuck—August’s bed. But right now, it was fucking ours, and our boy was in it.

“Ciccio,” I murmured hoarsely.

August hummed and followed my gaze.

It changed our plans automatically, and we zeroed in on Camden instead and got rid of our clothes before we climbed into bed.

Rolling him onto his back was like moving a listless doll. And it turned me on beyond belief. So defenseless, small, and soft. I carefully pulled down his pajama pants and tossed them, then got comfortable next to him, with my head mere inches from his cock.

“Lie on your side,” August said quietly.

I shifted onto my side and pulled up my leg so he could do whatever he wanted with me. I focused on Camden and angled him closer to me until I could suck him into my mouth. He squirmed and made a sleepy sound.

At the sound of August lubing up his cock, my own thickened and grew harder.

A tremor ran through Camden’s body, and when his breathing changed, I figured he was waking up. But he didn’t say anything or move away. I glanced up at him, just as August’s chest pressed against my back, and saw the boy sucking on his thumb. While I sucked on his cock.

I had to swallow a moan as August drove his thick cock inside me, and whatever that did to Camden made him quiver and push into my mouth. The boy pretended well, I had to give him that. Other than his cock being rock hard, there wasn’t a sign of him actually being awake. For all I knew, he could be getting a blow job in his dreams, and it fueled my fantasy.

I had to fuck him soon.

August was in no rush. He stayed inside me and focused on driving me fucking crazy with his sensual touches and kisses. His lips against my neck, his hand roaming my chest and down to my cock. Deep, unhurried thrusts.

He lubed me up too.

“I love watchin’ you two together.” August’s whisper sent a shiver through me. “I love how you take him.”

I redoubled my efforts and swirled my tongue around Camden’s cock, and he began letting out the sweetest little whimpers. His body tensed up too, and I could sense he was close. I could taste it too. Small spurts of pre-come coated the roof of my mouth, and I swallowed repeatedly and sucked him harder.

It didn’t take long before he was shaking and coming down my throat.

August pulled out, a silent go-ahead for me, and I didn’t waste a second. As soon as Camden came down from his orgasm, I got on all fours and rolled him over. Fuck, that sweet little ass of his. Two soft handfuls. I stroked my cock and pressed against him, wanting him completely trapped between the mattress and me, and then I