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.
