Chapter 35 Cam
CAM
Owning my own auto shop was the best decision I had ever made. The people I hired were reliable, respectful, and pretty damn good at their jobs. I guess it also helped that I could pay well.
Andy Rivera was my shop manager and had been for nearly eight years.
She was twenty-one when she started here, and I became her mentor.
She was like the bonus little sister I didn’t know I wanted.
We knew each other on a pretty personal level, but I always preferred to keep some stuff quiet.
That’s just who I was as a person, nothing against them.
It wouldn’t benefit anyone, so what was the point of telling them I was practically in a polyamorous relationship with my sister's best friend and her contractor?
That was until I saw him pass my decorated shop window.
As he pushed open the door, the bell rang overhead, letting my staff know a customer had walked in.
Tucker had a shit-eating grin and a bag of takeout.
He was on his lunch, given that he was still wearing his uniform.
Tuck wore a jacket with his company logo, ‘Cove Construction’, faded blue jeans, and steel-toe boots.
His dark, long hair hung loose and messy, as if he had tucked it under a hat all morning.
Knowing him, he hid it under his old, worn cowboy hat.
God, he was pretty.
I stood up from behind the front desk to greet him. Noting the confusion on my face, he blurted out. “Hey, I got a free hour for lunch. I brought tacos. Do you have time?”
I was speechless; no one had ever done anything so sweet for me. This was probably normal in relationships, but fuck, the gesture made my chest tighten.
I was falling for this man.
“Uh, sure. Thank you.”
A smile spread across his face, so big I assumed his cheeks would hurt. As he began to speak again, my shop manager turned the corner facing us.
“Of course, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t bother you on my lunch break?”
Last time I checked, he never asked me, and I never asked him.
A blush shot across my face as my brow shot up in confusion.
Before I could answer, Andy cleared their throat.
Their face turned a dark shade of red, knowing they weren’t supposed to hear that.
I looked from Andy to Tucker, wide-eyed.
Tucker rubbed the back of his neck nervously as if Andy was going to scold him.
By no means was anyone in my shop homophobic, but in a small town, you typically know everything about everyone, so this had to be a shock.
I cleared my throat. “Andy, do you need something?” My voice didn’t even sound like itself. I don’t know why I was so nervous. I kissed this man in front of his employees, in public, before.
“I-I heard the bell, just coming up to see if the customer had been helped. Sorry. I won’t tell anyone.”
I knew Andy was uncomfortable, knowing she had heard something she wasn’t meant to. Accidents happen, and I wasn’t a monster. Plus, the last thing I needed was secrets in the workplace.
I shook my head, giving Andy a gentle smile. “No, it’s okay, really. It was going to come out sooner or later.” I waved them over. “So, this is Tucker, my boyfriend. Tuck, this is Andy, my shop manager.”
Tucker gave a wave, a smile showing off his chipped tooth, and a small tip of his head. “Hey, nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in, but I need to steal your boss for lunch.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you need me, don’t hesitate. You know, my office is always open.” I walked around the small counter that separated Tucker and I then grabbed his hand.
“Don’t worry, Cam, all good. I think we can spare an hour without you. I’ll let the guys know you’re in a meeting.” She said with a large smile. “I am happy for you. In all the time I have worked with you, this is the first time I am meeting a significant other.”
“Thanks, Andy.” I smiled, tears pricking the back of my eyes. I walked past my shop manager, hand in hand with Tuck, down the hallway to the left of the desk and into my office. Pulling him into my office, I shut the door behind us.
My office was a decent size and resembled my room in how organized it was.
Walking in, there was a window on the opposite wall of the door that looked out to the parking lot.
To the left was my desk, my chair closest to the wall, and two chairs on the other side of it.
I had a large filing cabinet that sat next to the window.
It was pretty bare besides that. There was a picture of Wren and me on my desk, next to my computer, from a few years back, and a couple of signed documents from the owners of the cars that were currently being worked on.
Tucker, being himself, walked over and sat in my chair.
“So, this is how the other half lives, huh?”
I laugh, “What? Dude, look around, I’m barely in here. And don’t you have an office too?”
He smiled at me. “I do, and it’s as bare as yours.” He pointed to the walls. “We should start taking more pictures.”
I looked around and imagined how it would look with pictures of Harper and us on my walls. Maybe a few with Wren, Reed, Dax, and Lena. I know I had a few over the years. It would be so nice to have more of them here.
I smiled back at him. “I reckon you are right. We absolutely should.”
He pulled out his phone and patted his lap. “C’mere then.”
Without a second thought, I walked over to him and sat on his right thigh as he opened the camera on his phone.
We took a few ‘normal’ pictures before he clicked a shot of him kissing my cheek, causing me to blush.
I could feel the heat spread up to the tips of my ears.
When I went to look at him, a bit taken aback by the action, he pressed a kiss to my lips, making me melt against him.
When he scrolled through the pictures, the one of us kissing in my office was definitely my favorite.
We both were smiling and just looked so damn happy.
He wrapped an arm around me in a weird type of hug and whispered into my ear. “Thank you, loverboy.”
I nodded and slid out of his arm, suddenly feeling shy. “So… tacos?”
Tuck smiled. “Yes, sir!”
He opened the bag and took out our takeout boxes. In the time the three of us have spent together, I think we have had tacos the most. It was Harper’s favorite, and somewhere we have perfected avoiding her food intolerances.
I loved that this man remembered my order. I always ordered four carne asada tacos topped with cilantro, white onion, and a side of salsa. I loved the handmade, soft corn tortilla that Casa de Tacos made.
I squeezed lime over my taco and took a bite. I audibly moaned. I can’t remember if I had breakfast today. I think Harper and I only had time for coffee before I had to leave. Instead of eating actual food for breakfast, I ate her. I would do it again, too.
“Cam, I’m glad it's good, love, but you can’t moan like that,” Tucker said, voice lower than before.
I looked at him, confused. Then I got it. I gave him a playful smirk. “Oh, sorry. I’m just starving, and this hits the spot.”
You know what? I’m choosing violence.
“I haven’t eaten actual food today.” I waited until he was mid-bite to say. “All I had today was Harper’s pussy.” I shrugged nonchalantly, taking another bite of my food. One thing I have learned about Tuck is that it is so easy to get him going.
His mouth was held open around his taco as he glared at me.
Tucker shook his head and continued eating.
After he chewed and swallowed, he answered.
“I’m not sure what you're trying to do, but tread lightly, Cameron. I have very little restraint when it comes to you, and I doubt you would stop me if I bent you over your desk and fucked you senseless. Or if I choose to fuck your mouth and come down your throat. You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. ”
This is exactly what I wanted. This man was never not horny, but the only sexual encounters we had were with Harper.
Not that I haven’t imagined being with him in every single way since the first night we were both inside of her, it just wasn’t something we discussed.
Truthfully, I knew he was waiting on me, but I loved giving him the control.
I could be dominant, but with him, I knew my place.
I’m not sure this man could ever be submissive; he was a top through and through.
I was tired of giving, and I was ready for him to take.
As we continued to eat, I plotted a way to rile him up so much that he fucked my mouth right here.
I’m not sure if it was the gesture of bringing me food, the idea that my office door didn’t lock and my employees never knocked, or the fact that I would do anything for this man that had me so fucking turned on.
When we were done, he took the initiative to clean up, and I grabbed us water bottles from the package I had hidden under my desk.
I provided a fully stocked break room, but since my office was closer to the service bay, the fuckers loved to steal my water.
I handed him water, and he nodded in thanks before cracking it open and taking a big swig.
I swear it was poor timing when I blurted out, “I’d rather be drinking your cum than this water.” He spat his water all over the floor and laughed. A hand flew over my mouth in shock as if I could take back the words that he had already heard.
“You couldn’t have given me thirty seconds to swallow that?” It took only seconds for his eyes to go from playful to lust-filled. “I guess you’ll have to make up for it, pretty boy.”
“Hmmm. Not sure we have time.” I glanced at my phone, checking the time. We definitely had time, but one thing I learned from Harper was that being a brat was kind of fun.
“You’ll make time.” Tuck’s voice was rough as he stood up from the chair behind my desk and walked over to where I sat on the other side.