“Harper.”
She looked between us, innocent, like she didn’t know what she did.
“That wasn’t an option. Answer the question, Shortcake.” I said with a firmness in my tone.
She bit her lip, then said quietly, “Tacos.”
The way she said it, soft and a little shy, made me smile like an idiot.
“Good choice,” I said. “I can drop you guys off and then I’ll hit that little Mexican place down the road.”
She gave me a look. “You don’t have to?—”
“Harp,” I cut in, smirking. “Let me feed you. It’s part of my charm.”
Tucker laughed loudly, “What isn’t part of your charm,loverboy?”
That made her roll her eyes, but her smile was real. We made it to the parking lot, and I had totally forgotten that Tucker drove separately.
“Hey, Tuck?”
“Yeah, Cam?”
“First, why don’t you ride back with us? Harper or I can drive you back in the morning to pick up your truck. Second, it’s your turn to talk about yourself.” I smiled at him while opening the front and back doors for them.
He crossed his large arms over his broad chest, and I swear Istarted drooling. Getting used to being into men was going to take some time, honestly, but damn, I loved it here.
“I work early, but honestly, that's not a bad idea. I will talk about myself on the ride home. How about that?”
“Good. Now get in.” I said, giving him a small smile.
I felt Harper's eyes on us, and she sat in the back seat. He took a step closer to me. He lifted a hand and held my jaw tightly, surprising me.
“You’ll be sure to make note that I don’t like to be told what to do, yeah?”
His words immediately made my dick hard.Fuck, why was that so hot?“Yeah, okay,” I replied, a bit frazzled.
His smile grew. It was feral-looking, and he looked like he wanted to eat me alive. He loosened his grip on my jaw and kissed the crown of my head. When he pulled back, he gave me a gentle slap on my cheek. “That’s my good boy.” And then he was crawling into the back of my old Bronco with Harper, leaving me fucking hard as stone and stunned. I shut the passenger door, the seat staying empty, and Tucker shut the door after him.
Well, what the fuck?
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TUCKER
I’m not sure what overcame me, but fuck, I just wanted to push him to his knees and tell him whathecould do. I was uncomfortably hard, and it made it difficult to focus on what I was supposed to be talking about. Glancing at the clock in Cam’s car, it was almost nine at night. Earlier than I expected.
I looked over at Harper with the intention of telling them about myself, but something told me she had other plans.
“What are you thinking, Harp?” My brow raised in question. The nickname felt weird coming off my lips. Definitely going to have to call her something else.
“I know it’s your turn to talk, but… I really want to kiss you.” She kept her voice low, but seeing Cameron’s eyes glance at us told me he still heard her.
As he backed out of the parking space and headed toward the road, I unbuckled my seat belt and looked at Harper with a sly grin. “Well then, c’mere baby.” Not the safest choice we could make, but a perk of living in a small town was that there weren't that many people on the road after dark.
She bit her bottom lip and unbuckled her seatbelt. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me. I caught Cameron’s gaze in the mirror and gave him a wink.
As she settled onto my lap, her heat settling right on the bulge in my pants, I let out a loud groan. Her wicked smile grew, and she leaned in. Her lips brushed against mine so gently. She was teasing me. She ground her hips against my length, eliciting another low groan from me.
