Camden had worked his ass off the last few weeks. The man didn’t like talking about his work when he came home, and they hadn’t pushed for details. That morning after nights of he and Sin going to bed alone for weeks, Camden woke them up to tell them to pack for a weekend away. Camden didn’t do weekend trips, and he seemed fidgety—a little unsure.

“Are you going to share where we’re going?” Sin asked from the passenger seat.

He turned to watch Camden and waited for the man to answer. The incessant are we there yet hadn’t gotten them the answers they’d wanted, but each one made Camden smile.

“We’re almost there. It’ll just be another half hour. Don’t you two ever get surprises?”

“No. Mama was so bad at it she told us our Christmas presents just so she didn’t have to wrap them.”

“When’s she coming to visit again?”

He and Sin looked at each other amused by the man’s obvious discomfort at meeting their mama.

“A trip fell through, and she’d planned to arrive this coming week, but something came up so she’ll be here in a few more weeks. She blocked out the time.”

“Do you think she’ll like me? She’s going to hate me. I’m the same age—”

“Actually, you’re three years older than Mama,” he supplied, and it earned him a snort from Sin.

Camden had relaxed about the age difference, but he’d told them he’d never met parents before. That shocked him since he’d assumed Camden had at least a few semi-serious relationships in his past. They’d learned a lot about Camden. The man never shied away from answering their questions. Camden’s parents weren’t accepting of him being gay. They’d asked would they be able to meet them, and when Camden explained, they’d quickly forgotten the idea. Camden said he didn’t celebrate, but he wanted to spend the holidays with his boys.

“Great, thank you for sharing that.” Camden groaned and scrubbed his hand over his face.

“Quit being so sensitive about it. Mama doesn’t care. She might make some old man jokes, but we told you how she is.”

“I’d kinda like for my boyfriends’ mother to like me.”

Sin turned back around to wink at him between the seats, and he covered his smile.

“She’ll love you, promise.”

They lapsed into silence, and he watched the scenery blur by outside the window. They’d crossed the Florida line about fifteen minutes before. He tried to think back to their conversations. Camden asked about everything, what they liked, hated, what they wanted to do besides work at Pleasure. He loved his job, Sin did too, and they couldn’t really see themselves doing anything else. They liked people. They helped people find things to make them feel good and sexy.

“Did y’all do okay with Loco—”

“His name is Ezekiel, for only a few months, he’s a little crazy, but most babies are,” Sin protested.

Mary was their friend Joker’s mother, and she’d just given birth to a baby boy a few months ago. They’d offered to babysit so Mary and her husband Bear could have a night to themselves since everything had healed up. Ezekiel went a little loco when Mary got out of his sight too long, but he’d been such a good baby when he’d spent the night with them.

“It’s a perfect nickname and don’t you all get them?”

“Yeah, but come on, we already have Rage and Gunner, Juvie and Princess, Peace, but Peace is Matty’s middle name. Craig’s starting to be called Pride. Can’t the next generation of our craziness at least have normal names?”

“Baby, what about y’all and the crews is normal?”

“Ouch, Mr. Pelter. Are you saying your perfect boyfriends aren’t normal?” Sin asked.

“Do I have to answer that?”

They both smacked Camden’s arm, and he chuckled.

“Don’t take out the fact y’all were saddled with nicknames on me.”

“Saint, don’t you think our so-called boyfriend needs a nickname?”

“No, I don’t need a nickname. You two can call me Camden, and the others can call me Pelter like they’ve always done. Here we are,” Camden announced as they pulled off onto a dirt road that led into a vineyard.

He glanced out all the windows. An old Victorian-style house stood in the distance behind a large stone mansion. It was rolling hills and blue sky, and it was beautiful. Camden pulled past the large house and into the parking spots in front of the house.

“What’s this?”

“Trouble brings Brody here for anniversaries. I called, and they luckily had a spot open for a weekend. Someone had canceled. I wanted to take you someplace nice, just the three of us, nobody popping in at odd hours.”

“It’s gorgeous, thank you.” Saint removed his seat belt and leaned into the front seat to kiss Camden then got out as Sin threw himself into Camden’s lap.

On some level, he’d thought he’d compare himself to Sin if they shared the same man, but he didn’t, not since dinner at Camden’s house months ago. Camden treated them differently. He wasn’t taking Sin’s place when his twin wasn’t around. The big man wanted them both. He ambled around to the front, and Camden and Sin joined him. The big man took both their hands and led them up the cobblestone walkway.

“Mr. Pelter.” An older gentleman with steel-gray hair and a friendly smile on his bearded face stepped out onto the porch.

“Yes, please call me Camden, Lowell. This Eric and Ellison.”

“Pleasure to meet you three. Please, come in, and I’ll get you all checked in, then show you to your room.”

Lowell kept up a steady stream of conversation as he showed them around as they moved to the office at the back of the house. It was very nice, perfectly decorated, but still felt like someone’s home.

“Once you’re checked in, the house is yours. We pride ourselves on offering our guests a romantic getaway when it’s couples or triads, and also a place for families to get together. I have a small cottage out back, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

“So, you don’t stay in the house?”

He stood back as he let Camden and the other man talk, and he locked arms with Sin. He’d never expected a romantic weekend getaway thing. He and Sin talked about all the trips their friends took. They just never tried to assume they’d have something normal—well, normal for them.

“I do on occasion, but no, with guest such as yourself we offer as much privacy as possible. I’ll be by in the morning around nine to make breakfast.” The man typed away, and then the printer came to life with a few sheets of paper coming out. “There’s a restaurant in the winery where you can get lunch or dinner. If you pull back out onto the main road, there’s a small town if you’d like to purchase something we don’t offer. The kitchen is stocked with plenty of snacks and drinks. Just sign these and I’ll show you to your room.”

“Thank you very much. I know I was lucky someone canceled.”

“It happens, and it’s very much last minute. We always love to have our calendar full with guests.”

Camden and Lowell spoke as Camden signed all the paperwork and accepted a key. They followed Lowell up to a third-floor room with a large brass bed. The windows faced the front and overlooked the vines. Lowell told them goodbye with assurances to call if they needed anything and to come by his cottage and he’d lead them to the winery for a tour.

As they stared out the window, he felt as unsure as his twin, and it was odd. This was all new, and he didn’t know what to expect. Camden wrapped his arms around them from behind.

“So, what do you think? Did I do okay because you two are awful quiet.”

Sin nudged him, and he darted a glance at his twin. “No one has ever taken us away for a weekend before.”

“You’re a little out of your comfort zone. I should’ve asked, I’m—”

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s perfect, and it’s really nice.”

Camden kissed the tops of their heads, and they leaned back into him.

“I know work’s been a bitch lately, and I’m sorry we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together. Being stuck out at my place can’t be fun.”

“We love your place,” they said in unison.

“But I haven’t exactly been the best boyfriend or partner whatever you want to call me. I’m new to all this, and I want it to work out.”

“I think I can speak for Saint and myself…we want this to work out too. So, what’s the plan?”

“No plan. Just the three of us hanging out. I’m not much of a wine drinker, but I thought what the hell. The website said there’re shops nearby. We can drink wine. Just spend time without me having to go to the office. I even left my work phone at home. If an emergency does come up everyone knows how to get in touch.”

“No phone? No midnight calls? Just the three of us?” Saint released Sin’s arm, and they turned to look up at Camden.

“I promise, Wren and the rest of the deputies can handle everything. This weekend is about us.”

It sounded so perfect. Camden’s big hand curled around the back of his neck and Camden lowered his mouth to his. It was instant hard-on every time. He didn’t understand how a simple kiss could turn him on so quickly. Camden’s tongue pushed passed his lips, and he moaned as he lifted onto his toes. He fisted his hands in Camden’s t-shirt. The kiss slowly ended, and then Camden turned to Sin, repeating the actions. A few more quick kisses and Camden stepped back taking their hands.

“Let’s go get our bags and head to the winery for dinner and drinks. Then we’ll come back here. How’s that sound.”

He nodded, and like always, Camden didn’t pull away from them. He looked at them like he was proud that they were his. He didn’t worry about what was going on at home. He just wanted to spend time with Camden and Sin. This was his family—the three of them.