She couldn’t hold back her laughter. Hearing her laugh warmed my heart.
Fuck it.“Let me go turn off my truck, and then I’ll be in.”
16
HARPER
“Hey, it’s Lena. Sorry, I missed your call. I’ll give you a call back as soon as I can! Talk to you later.”
Even though it was a voicemail, it was so nice to hear my best friend's voice. A loud beep sounded from the phone.
“Fuck, Le.Somuch has happened. I am going to give you the quick version. Over a year ago, Cam and I kissed. Like last week, he made me come. We didn’t have sex, but whatever. Don’t tell Wren. Anyway, Tucker, remember Tuck? Yeah, he's back in the picture, and we made out, and Cam saw, and now Tuck and Cam are waiting for me on Cam’s couch. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO? I hope you’re settling in okay. I’m going to try not to crash out between the two hottest men I have ever seen. Love you!” I hung up the phone and lowered my head onto my arms. I sat on the bathroom floor, knees pulled to my chest and arms crossed over them.
Apparently, from the vague text she sent me while I was at the bar, Wren thought it would be agreattime for her and Reed to get out of town for a few nights. Who does that? I’m in a crisis! She should’ve predicted the future. So, now it's just me, ahot mechanic, and a hot cowboy contractor. I was so fucked. I started wondering if that could be a double entendre.
I closed my eyes as I moved my head so the back of it rested on the closed door. I couldn’t help but imagine the three of us… together. The guys were huge compared to me. I know they would have no issue throwing me around or using me the way they both clearly wanted to. My pussy throbbed at the idea.
I wondered if Cam would be willing to share. I could imagine him next to me, on our knees, as we sucked Tucker’s dick. I could feel how big he was through his jeans when he hugged me, and if I had to guess, he was only half hard. I bit my lip to stifle a groan.
I needed to stop.
I stood up quickly. I steadied myself using the wall for support. Sometimes when I stood up too fast, I got dizzy. Being anemic wassomuch fun. I walked over to the large bathroom mirror and looked at myself. Fuck. I glanced at my phone, and I had already been here for almost ten minutes.
I decided that instead of walking back out there right away, I would get comfortable. Taking my butterfly clips out of my hair and placing them back in my container labeled ‘hair supplies’ back under the sink. I tied my hair into a bun on the top of my head, shorter strands sticking out from my hairline. I slid on a thin lilac cotton headband to hold the stray hairs back.
I decided to keep on my makeup, which made me feel confident and beautiful. Grabbing my phone and I quietly hurried down the hall to my room. I could hear Cam’s laugh in the other room. I almost stopped dead in my tracks. The man rarely laughed. What the fuck is happening?
When I made it to my suitcase, I rummaged through finding the exact pajamas I was hoping I packed. It was a cozy cotton set that consisted of a cropped tank top and shorts. It was all black with cute red-topped mushrooms all over it. They were a thin,soft fabric thatdefinitelyshowed my nipples now that I was no longer wearing a bra. I was happy to be out of those jeans, too. The shorts weren’t high-waisted, but I hiked them up over my belly.
Time to go watch a movie between the two men I had a crush on. This should go really fucking well.
17
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 wasmyhouse.
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.
