Chapter 38 Tucker
TUCKER
After looking at furniture online and measuring spaces for her, Harper had a dresser, bed frame, and mattress on the way.
I told her we could just pick them up, but she insisted on purchasing things online.
Although the walls weren't painted yet, she chose a black bed frame with gold accents.
It had a headboard with a charging station and extra storage for clothes.
It was a California King, so when Cam and I stayed over, we could be comfortable in one bed.
One thing about our girl is that she loved to spend money, but for the most part, spent it on other people. Watching her splurge on herself tugged at my heartstrings. She deserved this. With her new job and just a few weeks of school left, she needed this.
We got ready to head back to Cam’s, but drove separately. I walked them back to Cam’s car.
“Drive safely, please,” I said, pressing a kiss to his cheek, causing him to blush.
“Tuck, it’s right around the corner. We will be fine.” Cam’s voice was laced with admiration. The way he looked at me made my heart stutter. He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, opened his car door, and got in, closing the door behind him.
I walked over to Harper, who was leaning against the passenger door.
Her pretty brown eyes landed on mine. “I’ll see you in a bit, Sugar.”
She wrapped her arms around me. Her face was slightly pressed into my chest, causing her words to be muffled. “I love you, Tucker.”
I pulled her back slightly in shock. I held her face between my rough hands, searching her eyes for any signs of regret.
When I found none, I kissed her and responded against her lips.
“I love you too, Harper.” We hugged for a bit longer, then I pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, and she headed into Cam’s car.
I waved as they drove off and headed back into Harper’s house. I packed up my tools and grabbed the keys to my truck, locking up behind me. I figured it would be a good idea for me to stop by my apartment for a shower before heading over.
I got into my truck, relishing the fact that I didn’t have to get a running start to hop into it. As much as I missed my truck, it was just too high off the ground. Plus, this black Toyota Tundra suits me better. I couldn’t wait for my loves to ride in it.
As I settled into my car, my phone went off.
I never kept it on silent because of how often I misplaced my phone.
Harper had created a group chat with Cameron, and I then added Wren, Reed, and Dax.
She named it the Cove-Certified Trash. I swear the woman thought she was still in her late teens.
Even going so far as to say, “I’m just a girl,” when she didn’t understand something.
Princess: hey, assholes. we want to get everyone together at my house for a game night next week, on Saturday.
let me know if you’re interested!! if need be, you are welcome to crash in the living room, but it’ll be B.Y.O.B.
, aka bring your own bed. let me know asap!
also, reply to this with your name. tucker won’t know who anyone is.
Wren: You know Reed and I will absolutely be there!! NO MONOPOLY. If we play, I am not responsible for my actions.
Wren: Oh, also, this is Wren.
Wren responded almost immediately. Those girls had an unheard-of connection. I was convinced they were telepathic.
Dax: Thank you for including me! I’ll be there. I agree, no Monopoly. Last time, Wren threw the board out of the window. - Dax
Reed: Oh fuck, I still have to replace that board. And Tucker, if you don’t have my number, that is your own fault. My sister should’ve given it to you.
I didn’t have Reed’s number, but that was a dead giveaway. I chimed in.
Me: Reed, it’s too early to be hostile . We were thinking more along the lines of Mario Kart or something. Also, if you want to bring food or drinks, feel free to. If not, I’ll take care of it.
I sent my message, tossed my phone down into my cup holder, and backed out of Harper’s driveway. I drove in silence, making a mental checklist of what I needed to do when I got home. I needed to feed my cat, tidy up, pack an overnight bag, and shower.
My apartment was about ten minutes from Harper’s place, perk of living in a small town.
I pulled into my parking space, placed my truck in park, turned it off, and got out.
I stepped out of my car, embracing the chilly air.
In Michigan, it either snowed in October or it didn't snow until January, but I’m thinking we will be getting some before the end of November.
I grabbed my work bag and headed inside. I never left my tools in my truck, just as a precaution. I knew almost everyone in town, but you still never know.
Where I lived wasn’t all that fancy, but it was a beautiful place. There were only three floors here. As you walked through the front door, there was a lobby where packages were left. We didn’t have a doorman, but you needed a pin to get through the next set of doors.
The lobby was eye-catching. The wall along the entrance door was made of all windows, causing it to be frigid.
The dark navy blue carpet provided a nice contrast to the light gray walls.
Different paintings were hung to brighten the area, even a few that Wren had painted herself.
Finding that out from my landlord was quite a shock. Her work was beautiful.
I keyed my code into the door and waited for the click.
I swung it open and walked towards the elevators on the left side of the hallway.
They were tucked in a nook far enough away not to bother the people living in the apartments on the first floor.
I walked in and hit the number two, then the button that closes the door.
When the elevator opened, I walked to my apartment. As I opened my door, Chaplin greeted me. He was a two-year-old, long-haired tuxedo cat that spent more than half of the day sleeping and the rest complaining. Truthfully, he was spoiled.
“Hey, Chap.” I shut the front door, setting my bag on the ground next to it. Chaplin greeted me with a loud chirp. I sank down to my knees next to him, giving him head scritches.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent Harper a text.
Me: Sweetheart, I’ll be there in a bit, going to jump in the shower before coming back out. I’ll see you two soon.
Of course, her response came immediately.
Princess: Drive safe, Tucky, it’s starting to snow.
Smirking at the awful new nickname, I set down my phone and grabbed what I needed for a shower. I started the shower, letting the water warm up before stepping in. I was determined to do three things when I got in. Wash my hair, wash my body, and come. Not exactly in that order either.
Perks of living alone? I could keep my pocket pussy in the top drawer of my bathroom.
It was silicone wrapped in hard plastic.
The silicone portion was skin-like and felt pretty realistic, but still not exact.
The inside was ribbed and had a pressure regulator that made fucking a toy absolutely amazing.
I stripped out of my clothes, flashlight in hand, and I let my mind wander.
My mind moved between the work week, to what I needed to pack for Cam’s, to Harper telling me she loved me.
My cock twitched at the memory. The memory of the smell of her, sweet like strawberries, honey, and vanilla. The memory of how she felt pressed up against me. The feeling of knowing she was mine as much as I was hers.
“Fuck.” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. I knew why I brought out my fuck toy, but it was nothing like the real thing. Hearing her moans and how I made her feel did more for me than anything else. I knew we would have sex when I got there, but I just couldn’t wait.
I applied a generous amount of lube to my cock and stroked it eagerly. As I slid the fuck-toy over my thick shaft, I imagined how Harper’s cunt was always wet and ready for us. So, fucking tight. I pumped my now aching dick into the silicone toy.
I braced myself with a hand on my vanity, catching sight of my lust-filled gaze in the mirror. I glanced down at my cock as I worked the toy over my length. I released a shuddering breath, closing my eyes.
I wondered if Cam would bottom for me. The thought caused me to buck my hips without thinking.
My body acted as if the toy was his ass.
I could imagine how tight he would be. God, knowing I’d be the first—and hopefully last—man to fuck his pretty little hole had me reeling.
He would look so beautiful stretched around my thick cock.
“Shit,” I gasped. I was already so close. He was so responsive anytime we touched or kissed. The way he came in his pants at work while sucking me off? I couldn’t even imagine the noises he would make while riding me.
“Oh, God.” I gripped the counter tighter and threw my head back. I fucked into my toy relentlessly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I mumbled, closing my eyes tightly. The groan that escaped my throat was guttural. I filled my fuck-toy full of cum and kept fucking it until I was totally spent.
I pulled it off my shaft, placing it in the sink. I needed to catch my breath before I did anything else.
Adding asking Cameron if I can fuck him was absolutely going on my to-do list.
I cleaned and dried my toy, placing it back into the drawer before finally stepping into the shower.
As the water poured over my back, I closed my eyes, letting the water cascade down my hair and body.
I went through the motions of washing my dark, straight hair; it was getting long, landing right underneath my shoulder blades.
Most days, I kept it in a bun or hidden under a hat, but I think I was due for a cut.
I washed my face and the rest of my body quickly, since I had already been home for a while. I wasn’t sure of the game plan yet with Harper and Cam, but with them, I had a fear of missing out.