Chapter 17 Cam
CAM
I’m not sure Tucker and I had ever been alone in a room together, yet here we are watching an Adam Sandler movie, waiting for the girl we are both clearly into to come back from wherever she went off to.
“So, it’s been a while. What’s new, man?” I asked him, getting comfortable on the couch. I probably looked like an asshole sitting here with my shirt off, but it was my house.
Tucker rested on the other end of the couch, arm spread over the back of it. His right ankle rested on his left knee, making him look a bit more casual than I did. To be fair, I was reeling while waiting for Harper to come back.
“Nothing, really. Just… this? I wasn’t expecting Harper to be so forward.” He let out a small chuckle, then ran his tongue over his full bottom lip as if he were remembering kissing her.
“She kissed you first, too, huh?”
He smiled broadly, dropping his foot onto the carpet and resting his elbows on his knees. “Actually, I kissed her. She asked me for a drink and to talk business, but I just couldn’t help myself. She’s like a magnet; the pull I feel every time I’m around her just couldn’t be ignored anymore.”
Hearing this should’ve made me jealous. I wasted years not telling her how I felt, then another year after our kiss, and now it’s been over a week since I swore things would be different.
But even after all of this, I wasn’t jealous.
I didn’t feel like I was competing with him, which was unlike myself.
It made me happy that Harper might get the chance to be happy despite everything that was going on.
I swallowed hard. “That’s great, man. I am glad you’re doing what I couldn’t.”
Tuck moved back to his original position and laughed hard. His laugh was genuine and intoxicating. I wasn't sure what was funny, but I let out an awkward laugh. “Did I say something funny?”
He shook his head, hair flowing with the movement. The man was way too pretty for absolutely no reason. “You still have a chance. That is, if you wanted it.”
My eyes widened. What the fuck is he talking about? She clearly moved on? I still have a chance? Was he actually lying about being interested in her?
“What do you mean?” My question fell short because Harper walked into the living room.
I didn’t mean to say the words out loud, but they just slipped out. “Holy shit.” I was practically drooling into my lap.
No wonder she had taken so long. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, but it looked as if she chose which strand made it in the bun and which stuck out. She still had on her makeup, which led me to believe the outfit choice was made for one particular reason.
She was wearing a thin, cropped tank top. She was across the room, but I could see her nipples from the far end of the couch. Her breasts were so full and hung perfectly on her chest. Her outfit of choice was a matching black set decorated in large mushrooms.
The shorts were pulled over her belly button, hiding more of her stomach, but giving me a glimpse of the stretch marks on her hips that peeked through the bottom.
My gaze moved down to her thick thighs, remembering the way her body felt beneath my hands.
So soft and pliable. Everything about her was intoxicating.
Her shorts were practically underwear the way they sat on her, and I would give anything to slide them off and be between her legs again.
Tucker stood as she walked further into the living room, gesturing to the couch.
She thanked him with a nod and sat between us.
The blush across her cheeks was so bright it made me wonder if she was uncomfortable, but noticing how tightly she was squeezing her thighs, she definitely was the opposite.
Harper leaned over close to me without making eye contact and whispered, “If you want to go to bed, I understand.”
I quirked up an eyebrow, leaning in closer, “I’d hate to miss the movie.” I was curious as to why she would tell me that. I wanted to know what was coming next.
Tucker sat, turning slightly towards Harper as she returned to her original position. “You okay, Sugar?”
“Yeah, I’m good. But I have to ask you something.” A mischievous smile crept onto her face. What was she up to?
“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” His voice was laced with curiosity. His smirk was warm and inviting. She could ask him anything in the world, and he would be interested.
Harper stood up and stood in front of Tuck. On instinct, he opened his legs, allowing her to stand between them. I just watched, head turned and elbows resting on my knees, curious to see where this was going. He rested his hands on the backs of her thighs.
“I was wondering if you’d like to continue what you started outside.
” She tried to hide her smile by firmly pressing her lips together.
A blush spread across Tucker’s cheeks. When he went to turn to me, she put a finger under his bearded chin and held his gaze.
“He is a grown man and is welcome to leave if he chooses. Would. you. like. to. kiss. me?” She enunciated each word of her question with a slight pause.
He didn’t reply with words; instead, he grabbed her roughly by the thighs and pulled her onto his lap. The movement surprised her, and she let out a small laugh. “I would love to kiss you, darlin’.”
All I could do was watch. The way she looked on top of him just looked… right. They looked good together.
I guess she had moved on, and I was too late.
I reached for my phone to distract myself from the uncomfortable ache in my pants.
Truthfully, I was still watching them as I mindlessly scrolled.
It was pretty distracting how noisy Tucker was.
The more than occasional groaning, spanking, and whispered words were enough for anyone to stare.
I so desperately wanted to be a part of this. Part of me wondered if that’s why Harper did this. Maybe she knew something about him I didn’t. What if Tucker wanted this, too?
Fuck it.
I set my phone down and moved to the middle cushion.
The movement caused Harper to pull away from him.
Her face flushed, her lips swollen, and she was breathing heavily through parted lips.
I thought she was going to tell me to fuck off or leave.
But she looked from him to me, then back to him.
He gave a bright smile and nodded, and that was it.
She crawled out of his lap and onto mine. Safe to say, I was stunned.
My voice was barely a whisper as I spoke, “Harper… is this what you want?” I rubbed her arms as her hands rested on my chest.
She leaned in close, our lips barely touching. “Cameron, I have always wanted you.” I couldn’t hold back my smile that spread across my face.
“And him?”
She chewed her lip and nodded.
It was like the room was on fire. I kissed Harper with everything I had. I wanted her to know she had me, for as long as she wanted.
She tasted like a mixture of the strawberry ChapStick she used religiously and him.
It was intoxicating. I felt the primal need to stake my claim on her.
As she ground against my painfully erect cock, I gave her ass a hard smack.
The sound practically reverberated through the house.
She let out a sigh against my lips, smiling through the pain.
Suddenly, I felt a large hand on my jaw, causing me to open my eyes.
I turned my head to meet Tuck’s gaze. His normally bright green eyes were now blown black, and his chest was rising and falling quickly.
He palmed his dick through his jeans. I didn’t blame him; my cock could have shattered diamonds.
His voice came out rough and low, “I need to know. Are you just for Harper or… or can we share you?”
Ooohhh fuck. He wanted me too? Shit, was this really happening? My dick jumped at that idea. I was breathless when I answered, “I have never done anything with a man. I’m not sure. This,” I waved between all of us. “Is all new territory for me.”
“Let’s take it slow, then. We can stop at any time. No pressure at all.” He gave me a gentle smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
I let out a barely audible, “Okay.” And then his lips were on mine.
The kiss was gentle, unhurried. It was as if he were testing the waters and making sure that I wanted this. I placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him back.
His lips were softer than I expected. His mustache tickled my upper lip, but it was a sensation I quickly lost myself in. I kissed him deeply, allowing him to lick his way into my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and smelled fucking intoxicating.
I moaned against his lips as he pulled away. He left a hand at the nape of my neck as our foreheads rested together. He had the sweetest smile on his face as he spoke.
“How are you feeling?”
I closed my eyes and thought. How am I feeling? I had a hand on Harper’s thigh while she sat on my lap as I made out with the only guy I have ever considered kissing. This was definitely worth exploring. I felt like my mind was spinning just from that little question.
Tucker pulled away slightly, causing me to open my eyes. His eyes were laced with confusion. “I’m sorry. Was that too much?” His hand dropped away from my neck.
“Tuck, no. That was everything to me. It definitely opened my eyes. I think… I need some time to think about things before we go any further.”