Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Come here.” August summoned me closer, and I walked over so I stood next to him, my cock right over his chest and Camden’s head. “You want me to take over?”
I shook my head, tightening my grip. I knew exactly where to get off.
“Let me at least get you there.” August leaned forward a bit, and I groaned as he sucked me into his mouth.
“Fuck, I love watching you,” I grunted.
He hummed.
“Quiet,” Camden mumbled softly. “M’sleepy.”
It didn’t take long for August to get me close. Then he leaned back again and drew a lazy hand over his chest hair before he tucked it behind his head.
“My God, you’re sexy.” August’s lustful gaze pushed me over the edge. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over us.”
I surrendered with a low groan. Come splashed across August’s chest and Camden’s adorable face.
“But, ohhhh,” the boy whined. “Why are you coming on me, Daddy?”
“Because it makes Daddy feel so good,” I said, panting. “Fuck.”
He huffed in annoyance. Though, it didn’t stop him from poking out the tip of his tongue and tasting some of my release that’d landed at the corner of his mouth.
August leaned forward once more, and he sucked me clean and drew endless shivers from me. He peered up at me, sucking me hard, looking at me with so much affection in his eyes.
“I love you,” he murmured. “And this thick, perfect cock.”
I withdrew from his mouth so I could bend down and kiss him hard.
A few years later
“Good job, Hannah.” I grinned, possibly the proudest uncle in the state right now. “Didn’t I tell you that you could do it?”
She beamed back at me and bounced excitedly in her seat.
It felt fucking amazing that she trusted me fully now. She gave the best hugs too. Most of all, her trust in me made it easier to focus on her progress. And today, she’d officially learned how to play “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” on the pink guitar I’d given her when she’d turned six earlier this year.
When Nicky and Gideon adopted her, she was a nonverbal toddler. She’d been diagnosed since then, and I’d done my best to be part of her journey to find ways to communicate and express herself.
I wasn’t surprised when my brother and Gideon came into the rehearsal room. Standing outside and looking through the viewing window clearly wasn’t enough.
Hannah turned to them, and her green eyes flashed with excitement. “Daddies! I’m playing.”
“That’s amazing, baby girl,” Nicky responded with a big smile. “Daddy and I are just gonna sit here and watch, okay? You concentrate on what Uncle Anthony’s teaching you.”
She nodded firmly and refocused on me, and I continued her lesson.
To make it easier for her to mirror my movements, I used one of the school’s guitars for left-handed players. Technical terminology didn’t stick. She wanted to mimic me and play, and she was too strong-willed for anything other than baby steps. Learning sheet music would have to come later.
A quick glance at the clock on the wall told me we had fifteen minutes left. At six fifteen, her lesson would be over for this week, and I wouldn’t see her in person until we came back to New York next month. We’d make do with our online class, though. She was a trooper with an iPad.
“I did it again!” she cheered. “I’m gonna play it for Sammy every night before bed.”
I smiled and reached forward, adjusting her grip on the strings. “One more time from the beginning, yeah? Then I’m gonna give you homework.”
“Cuz I’m a big girl now.” She nodded. “Big girls get homework.”
“That’s right. You wanna count us in?”
“Yeah, I’ll do it like you. A-One…a-two…a-one, two, three, fow!”
I stifled my mirth and tinkered slowly alongside her, and she was definitely getting there. Repetition was her best friend—which might frustrate her fathers soon. Because I believed her. She was gonna play this tune for her little brother until their ears were bleeding.
Nicky and Gideon applauded dutifully when we’d finished, and the little monkey stood up to take a bow. Talk about being the family’s charmer. Sammy had his ways too, and he’d already made it clear that August was his favorite uncle. Otherwise, he was mostly Pop’s li’l champ.
Right before Camden showed up outside the viewer’s window, I went through next week’s plan with Hannah and Nicky. We were gonna start practicing a new song.
“Cam’s here!” Hannah announced. “Cam! C’mea!” She waved him in.
I smiled as he poked his head in.
“Is that Princess Hannah I see? Because she looks like a rock star right now.”
“I’m a princess rock star,” she boasted, running over to him.
I chuckled at the two, then turned to Nicky.
He turned to me too. “You headin’ out right away?”
I nodded. “Our flight’s at nine.”
“Tell the hubby I said hey. And that he still owes me a recipe.”