Chapter 36 Harper #2
Reed laughed. “Well, I don’t drink.” He bent down and effortlessly threw my best friend over his shoulder, ignoring her squeal and pleas to be put down.
“But I am definitely a creep.” He waggled his eyebrows with a look of pure happiness.
He gave her ass a playful swat. “Get a ride home with your guys.” He nodded behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder to see two very tall men standing at the other side of the kitchen, then turned back to him. “I have plans with this one.”
“Fucking gross, guys.” I rolled my eyes, secretly loving how much he loved my best friend.
Let’s be honest, it is weird to be okay with your best friend dating your sibling, but we are all adults here.
I am sure it was weird for him to think about me with Cam and Tuck.
I don’t think people like to know that their little sister is getting spit-roasted.
“Love you, kid!” he shouted, walking past me.
From over his shoulder, Wren gave me a small wave. “Sorry, your brother’s a possessive asshole.”
I laughed. “Have fun and be safe,” I called after them. And then I watched Glinda and the Grim Reaper disappeared into the crowd.
I brought my attention back to what Reed hinted at as my men. They were facing each other talking, but as they turned to face me, my hand flew over my mouth trying to stifle a laugh. Seriously? That’s what they came dressed as?
Cam was dressed in white from head to toe, the color catching the shadowy light like something celestial.
The tank top stretched over his chest, clinging to his shape as if it were made to worship every line and curve.
Even his joggers—soft, loose, and as white as new snow—made him look both innocent and beautiful.
A gold wire halo caught in his wavy hair, glinting each time he moved.
My little angel—so pure it almost hurt to look at him, and yet my mind was anything but innocent.
Tucker was the opposite in every way. His tank top was the color of heat—red that made his tattoos look darker, sharper, like they were alive on his skin.
The joggers sat low on his hips, teasing glimpses of skin between where his tank top ended and his pants began, which made my pulse stutter.
The small devil horns on his head seemed such a bright red in comparison to his dark hair.
My little devil, smirking as he knew exactly what kind of thoughts were running through my mind.
They turned to me, one with hunger in his eyes and the other with a smile on his face. They couldn’t have chosen better costumes.
I gave them a soft, knowing smile and walked over between them. Whenever we stood together, I always felt so physically small. I was only a whopping five foot two, so they towered over me. I held my head high either way, mainly because I had to meet their gazes.
“Well, don’t you two look adorable. I don’t think you could have chosen better costumes.”
Tucker smiled, glancing between Cam and me. “I think we could tell you the same thing.”
I felt the compliment shoot straight to my core. “Oh, yeah? You think?” I gave them a slow twirl.
Cam licked his lips and gave one curt nod before bending down close to my ear and saying. “I hope you aren't attached to those slutty little tights, Shortcake. Because in about thirty seconds, I am going to rip them off of you.”
My eyes widened, and I looked at the man speaking to me, who was speaking an awful lot like Tucker. I think he could read the shock on my face.
“God, you are so cute when you are surprised.”
Tucker cut in, “Come on.” Causing Cam to press a quick kiss to my cheek and grab my hand.
Now it was my turn to head up the stairs.
I wasn’t new to sex at parties. Honestly, it was pretty much the norm for me.
If it wasn’t sex, it was making out that led to one of us coming.
I hadn’t hooked up with a lot of different people, just a couple of the same.
We were in a small town, so seeing the same dozen people at a party was very common.
As I followed them upstairs, a sense of excitement flooded my system.
Before Cam and Tucker, I hadn’t been in a fulfilling threesome.
One with another girl, but after the guy came, within the first five minutes, he was done participating, which isn’t what me or her signed up for, so we called it quits.
Not that I wouldn’t have slept with her, but the situation was a bit too awkward for my taste.
Tucker's voice was low so as not to disturb anyone beyond the few locked doors. “Find an empty room.” Cam let go of my hand and began his search. There were six closed doors down the long, dark hallway. This house was stupidly massive.
I checked the first door to the right and twisted the handle. Locked.
I moved across the hallway and checked that door.
The knob twisted. I opened it slowly to make sure it was empty, and some drunk idiot didn’t forget to lock it.
As I slowly opened the door, the first half of the room was empty, so I pushed the rest of the door open and stepped into the room.
I don’t know if it came out as a scream or a groan, but both of their heads shot towards me.
“OH FUCK! GROSS!” I squealed as if I had just walked in on my parents. It’s not like I could see anything indecent, but she was kneeling between his legs with a hand still on her head. I had to will myself not to throw up.
“Harper, for fuck’s sake, close the door!” Reed shouted. I honestly can say with only one brain cell working, I did indeed shut the door.
My eyes were screwed shut as I tried to control my breathing.
“Harp, I think he meant to close the door with you outside of it.” Wren let out a laugh that was more like a sigh.
Once again, my eyes shot open, and I quickly let myself out, slamming the door behind me and leaning against it. The boys stood there, and I was shocked they didn’t come in. I just looked between them with an unreadable look on my face.
Cam brought a hand up to my cheek and looked at me with a concerned look. “Shortcake, you, okay? You looked like you just saw a ghost.”
I think that would’ve been easier to handle. “Uh, no. Just uh… I– well.”
Tucker cut in. “Are you okay? Was someone in there?” He began reaching for the doorknob, and I immediately reacted by slapping his wrist.
“Reed and Wren.”
I swear Cameron’s eyes shot open so wide his eyebrows almost got stuck in his hairline. “Oh fuck, ew.”
Tucker laughed. A full-blown belly laughed. “That’s kind of funny, darlin’, finding them in there as you are looking for a place to get your guts rearranged.”
I smiled and laughed with it. “Still, didn’t need to seem my best friend on her knee–”
“Okay, don’t finish that.” Cam pinched the bridge of his nose. “C’mon.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the empty bathroom down the hall. “This will have to do.”
As soon as all three of us were in the bathroom with the door shut, I moved past them to lock it. I turned around, and this had to have been the prettiest and largest bathroom I had ever seen. I didn’t even know a house like this existed in our little town.
On the outside, it looked like a regular old house.
But inside was so beautiful. This bathroom alone was probably close to the size of a main bedroom, maybe even bigger.
When you walked in, there was a large white double sink vanity on the right.
Two gold-rimmed mirrors hung above each sink.
On the left-hand side was built-in shelving for decor and a large painting of the ocean, which complemented the soft seafoam green color of the bathroom.
Walking in further, there sat a large white tub with gold claw feet and a separate double-headed shower that was large enough for at least five people; there was even seating in it. Tucker pulled me from my thoughts by placing a gentle hand on my arm.
“I’ve missed you, Princess.”
I don’t know when I became accustomed to the nickname, but fuck if I didn’t love it. “I’ve missed you, too.” Tuck pulled me close, a hand on my cheek and a hand at the small of my back, and kissed me.
It was soft and gentle until it wasn’t. This man was absolutely feral. He bit and sucked at my lip, causing me to whimper into his mouth. His tongue found mine with practiced ease. Tucker’s hand fell from my cheek to wrap gently around my throat.
The size of his hand to the size of my neck made the action even hotter.
I ground against his thigh that now pressed into where I needed him most. He gave my neck a small squeeze, not to stop my breathing but to restrict blood flow, leaving me with a delicious head rush.
As he let go and pulled back, panting, Cam stepped in and kissed him.
Hands fisted in Tucker's tank top, stealing what little breath he had left.
As they kissed, I leaned against the nearest wall and watched while touching myself through my tights and panties.
“Fuck, I love this,” I mumbled as I watched the two men I loved kiss each other.
Cam pulled back with a smile plastered on his face and closed the distance between the two of us.
He put a hand over my head, leaning against the wall, and placed his other against my waist. “Our eager little princess.” Tucker was rubbing off on him.
He leaned down and kissed my already sore lips.
He nudged my hand away from my wanting center to replace it with his thigh.
As we made out, I ground against his leg.
After only a minute of us kissing, he pulled back. “I need to taste you, baby.”
All I could do was nod. Tucker had laid out a towel on the floor, thank God, because I am not sure I’m into being fucked on some random person’s bathroom floor.
“Kneel.” Cam’s voice was way more dominant than it normally is. It made my heart flutter. I am so glad he is more comfortable with this.
I kneeled in the center of the towel, knees pressed together. Cam kneeled in front of me, adjusting my legs so they were spread wide for him.