Chapter 14 Cam
CAM
Ididn’t expect watching Harper leave my house with another man to hurt so bad, but it did. I don’t know why I waited a fucking week to say something to her. Even now, the text I sent her wasn’t enough. I swear, when it came to Harper, I didn’t know how to act or think.
I walked back to my room, lay on my bed, and wondered why I let a good thing slip through my fingers.
After everything, I still wanted to be with her, but I needed my head to catch up to my heart.
I should’ve explained that to her. I want to be with her, but I don’t think I deserve her, and I don’t know if our siblings would approve.
Not that it mattered really, we are all adults. At this point, these were just excuses.
Last year, when we were helping Harper move into her new house, I overheard her conversation with Wren about how attractive she found her contractor, Tucker.
He spent a lot of time in that house redoing the interior to her liking.
He was the one who suggested the reading nook in front of her living room window and the built-in bookshelf.
The four of us spent quite a bit of time together, and occasionally I would help Tucker tackle a project while Wren and Harper decorated or worked on something else.
I didn’t know him all that well, but what I did know was that Tuck was thoughtful and kind.
Anytime I was there, I was greeted with a handshake and a fulfilling conversation.
I just didn’t know her calling him about her house would rekindle a fire in her that had always burned for him.
He was clearly into her, too, from day one, but I never cared until now.
If it came down to him or me, I knew her choice would be him.
I was the guy who made her wait a whole year after a kiss to tell her how I felt.
I was the guy who swooped in when she was sad, told her I wanted to be there for her, and wasn’t.
For being thirty-three, I swear I acted more like I was thirteen sometimes.
I mean, I could totally get why she’d go after him.
He was exactly what Lena, Wren, and Harp called him, a hot cowboy contractor.
Tucker was a few inches taller than I, which always made it feel like I was looking up to him when we spoke.
His eyes reminded me of a fresh-cut lawn on a summer day.
They were this shade of green that just made you feel something when you looked into them.
He had a similar build to mine, tall, lean, and muscular.
Tuck was covered in tattoos but kept his left arm pretty bare.
His long, dark hair was straight and always kept in a bun or hidden under his old cowboy hat he wore on days he worked outside.
Tucker had a full, dark beard that was so tidy.
I swear, man never had a hair out of place. And his lips were…
Wait… Why the fuck am I thinking about the dude’s lips? I shook the thought out of my head and concentrated on my thoughts of Harper.
I’m sure he took Harper out to get her mind off things, or maybe even talk business.
After everything that's happened this past year, she definitely needed a night out. But you could do that without making out with a guy in another man’s driveway, right?
It didn’t help that she looked so into it, too.
The way her body completely melted into his when he dropped his hand down to her waist and pulled her closer.
Just thinking about it again made my dick twitch.
I almost wished they had stayed like that.
She looked so at ease, so happy. Just watching them was euphoric.
I had never been into men, the thought never even crossed my mind until him, well, them.
The idea of both of us together with Harper was something I wanted to think about.
I wasn’t trying to push the thought out of my head; I just wanted to know what it meant.
Most guys would love a threesome, right?
But I felt like this wasn’t just that. Maybe after all my years of suppressing every idea of a relationship in order to put my sister first, led to me suppressing a part of me I didn’t even know existed.
My dick ached in my sweatpants at the thought of watching him with her.
Maybe I was just attracted to him when Harper was involved, too.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself with a man.
It kind of felt like me. It wasn’t something I was disgusted by, but the thought felt forced.
But when I tried again, picturing the man as Tucker, my dick practically jumped at the idea.
I imagined it was me kissing him in the driveway.
I gripped my cock through my sweatpants, trying to will away the growing ache.
I couldn’t distract my mind; all I could think about was them.
I reached into my pants, pulling out my dick.
I stroked myself slowly as I pictured how beautiful Harper would look stretched out around us.
I’ve heard how loud she can be when it was just my mouth, but fuck, imagine the pretty sounds she would make if both of our cocks were stuffed together in her tight little cunt.
I brought my hand up to my mouth and spit in my palm.
I used my saliva as lube and picked up the pace as I pumped my dick with my hand.
I bet my cock pressed against Tucker’s while inside of Harper would pull a moan from him too. I wondered what he sounded like when pleasure struck him. I wondered if he would be as loud as she was.
My hand was pumping my cock at a brutal pace as I thrusted into it. I wondered how tight he would be if he let me fuck him. That thought alone was enough to set me over the edge. I came so hard, I saw actual stars. Thick ropes of cum spurted out of my cock onto my shirt.
I let out a loud sigh as I came down from my release. I walked to my bathroom as post-nut clarity cleared my lust-filled haze. Before stepping into the shower, I gripped the edge of the sink, stared at myself, and had one thought in my head: Cameron Rowan Callahan, you are a bisexual man.