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 bodycompletely 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. Ialmostwished 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 untilhim, 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 wasthem.
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 hesounded 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.
15
TUCKER
Iwas shocked when Harper suggested drinks, but looking at her now, tripping over her own feet in an attempt to learn to line dance while tipsy, this was absolutely a fine idea.
I pulled her into me and put my lips close to her ear, “Sugar, would you prefer to ride the bull?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. She spoke loudly, “I think I’ll need another drink before I do any riding.” A hand flew over her mouth, and she erupted in laughter.Shit. I could listen to that sound forever. “That’s not what I meant. I wouldn’t need another drink to ride you! I’d do that sober. The bull is a different story, though.”
I felt a heat creep up the back of my neck. I was going to assume this was the booze talking. That Long Island had a ton of alcohol in it, but I couldn’t help imagine her riding my hard, aching cock. Her thick thighs straddling my muscular ones.
I shook the thought from my head and discreetly adjusted my hardening dick in my jeans. I leaned down to the side of her face so she could hear me. With her being more than a foot shorter than me, I felt that if we stayed in this loud bar, my backwould be the one to suffer. “Honey, I’m not sure you need another drink. Maybe some fresh air would do you good. You want to get out of here?” I really was hoping she wasn’t thinking I wanted to take her somewhere to fuck. I mean, I did, but I was a gentleman. That would only happen on her terms while she was sober.
“Sure!” She was beaming up at me like I hung the stars.
I laced our fingers together for the second time tonight and walked her up to the bar to pay our tab, then back out to my truck. Lifting her effortlessly back into my truck, I shut her door once she was situated. I took a second before getting back into the truck to think. I felt like when I was around her, I couldn’t do that. Anytime I saw her, my brain short-circuited.
Harper was truly a work of art. She was the prettiest woman I had ever known in my almost forty years of life. Being around her always reminded me of a sunset. She was something you wanted to stare at because there was so much to look at. Being with her made me not want to blink for fear of missing out on something. I loved the way her bright pink hair looked against the contrast of her rich brown skin, she was breathtaking.
I loved the cute little outfits she wore during the summer when we were fixin’ up her place. The massive shirts and tiny shorts worked well for her. She was curvy, and her ass lookedamazingin the jeans she was wearing tonight. But his whole time, I thought she was with Cameron Callahan, especially after sending me to his house to pick her up.
I saw him staring at us through the window. Did he think it was one-way glass? I had done some work for Cam some odd years ago, but I assumed he still remembered me from us working together to get Harper’s home in order. I thought I should let Harper know he saw us, just in case it made things weird when she got back over there.
I climbed into my truck. Fuck, I was getting too old for thisshit. I think it was time to trade in my monster truck for something smaller.
“You, okay? It took you a pretty long time to get to the other side of the car.” Her expression was unreadable, but I think sitting alone sobered her up a bit.
“I’m okay. But there’s actually something I need to ask you.” I sighed and turned my body toward her. She looked at me with an eyebrow raised. “Look, I know we aren’t anything and not sure if this will go any further, but I have to know… You and Cam, is there something there?”
She chewed her lip for a few seconds and sighed. In a hushed tone, she spoke three words: “I don’t know.”
I was officially confused. “Sorry, Sugar, you’re going to have to elaborate. How do you not know? I saw him looking at us after we kissed, and when I backed out of the driveway.” I wasn’t mad in the slightest or jealous, but I didn’t want to be in the middle of anything either.
She huffed and took out her phone. She unlocked it and handed it to me. The text she showed me was from Cam, and it read:I am sorry I took so long to do something about us. He’s a lucky man. You deserve a great night after everything. Have some fun tonight, Shortcake.
I handed her phone back slowly. “I think I’m still confused. What’s going on, Harper?”
And with that, the word vomit came. “So, I have had a crush on him for years, and apparently, he felt the same but didn't say anything about it. Our unresolved feelings were hidden behind jokes and sarcasm until one morning, a little over a year ago, he made a comment, and I kissed him. After he told me that wasn’t the end of things, but never acted on it again.” She took a deep breath and continued.
“Then the house shit happened, and Wren told me I could stay there. He told me the kiss was a mistake and meant nothing. And truthfully, that hurt me so deeply. After waiting a yearfor him and having the worst day of my life, he says that. He heard me crying later that night, and we ended up talking and doing some other stuff. Cam told me it would be different this time, and it wasn’t. He didn't want me until he saw me with you. So, no. There’s nothing between us.”
I nodded in understanding. “Do you wantsomethingbetween you two?”
She laughed uneasily, “Honestly, Tucker? I’m tired of waiting, so I don’t know. What I do know is I like being here with you.” She rested a hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. Her brown eyes met mine, and my breath caught in my chest. She was truly something of beauty. The dim light streaming from the bar through my window caused shadows to dance across her face. Her full lips tugged into a smile. “What? Is there something on my face?”
