He helped me stand up and adjusted my costume. I was lucky you couldn’t tell my tights were ripped, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. We were leaving. I was fucking exhausted.
Cam put the towels in the hamper by the shower and turned towards us. “What now? Another drink?”
I looked between him and Tucker. “Can we go home?”
I had never called Cam’s house home to his face, but that’s exactly what it felt like. Home.
37
CAM
Every year, a week or so before thanksgiving I chose to work overtime, so here I was working on a car in my garage.
Now that I was in a relationship with two people, it was important to me to make sure they were spoiled for Christmas. I had the money to do so without the overtime, but this helped distract me while Tucker was at work and Harper was at school or working her new job.
I was so proud of her for following her dream. She worked at a small esthetician's office downtown and absolutely loved it. For now, the dream of working from home was on the back burner.
Tucker was working at Harper’s place in between his other houses he had. With her new schedule, we hadn’t gone to see what had been done, but since it's Saturday and her day off, I decided we would go over and see what was left to do.
The idea of it being close to finished filled me with a sense of dread. I am happy she has the house, but this was becoming home for her. I can’t imagine how empty it’s going to feel without her here. I upgraded my bed to a California Kingbecause of the few nights a week they both end up sleeping in my room. My queen mattress wasn't cutting it for the three of us.
I loved where life had taken us and had come to terms with the fact that I am in love with both a man and a woman. I spent countless nights at the beginning of all this trying to understand my feelings, and now it all makes sense. I was so lucky that they both allowed me time to process my thoughts and do things at my pace. Although that pace was way faster than we thought it was going to be.
I had the hood popped, and my sleeves shoved up to my elbows when I heard the garage door creak open behind me.
I looked up and there stood trouble.
Last week, I mentioned having to work overtime, which meant working at the shop and then coming home and working on a car that was dropped off to me personally. My garage wasn’t exactly as convenient as the shop, but I installed a car lift and had all the tools I needed here for simple jobs. Harper hated the fact that I’d be working such long days.
“Well, if you’re going to be working so much, what am I supposed to do?” She had asked while putting on a very dramatic pout.
“Shortcake, use the time for yourself. Now you work and go to school, take a nap, or hang out with Wrennie. Do something for you.” She just stared at me, making her brown eyes the size of saucers. “Harp, what’s that face for?” I asked her, narrowing my eyes playfully.
She hesitated for a beat before spitting out the words. “Can I watch you work on the cars?”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. She rushed to explain herself.
“I’ve always wanted to learn more about them. I mean, I’m around cars all the time—being near you and Reed, I just… never wanted to bother either of you with my questions. I have this weird infatuation with the idea that I’ll be able to fix up an old car all by myself one day, but obviously can't do that if I don't know anything.” She let out an awkward laugh.
I knew I loved her, but hearing that changedeverything. I agreed to show her the ropes, but not before I kissed her breathless and fucked her against the kitchen counter.
And that's how we ended up here.
She was standing in the doorway of the garage, like some kind of daydream in motion. Her hair wasn’t straightened today. It was curly and thrown up into two buns on the top of her head. I made a mental note to ask her why she didn’t wear her natural hair more often. Her bangs were clipped back with those little butterfly clips that made her look too damn sweet. The loose, thinned-out old Nirvana sweater hung off one shoulder, barely clinging to her frame, and the jeans were just… not fair. They hugged her thick thighs perfectly. I just wanted my head buried between them.
“You rang, loverboy,” she teased, stepping in with that lopsided smile that already had my blood heating.That silly nickname she had given to me always turned me on.
I totally forgot I had sent her a text this morning.
Me: Morning, pink. I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up. I picked up some groceries. I know how much you love tea, so I bought you more tea and a new kettle. You were still out cold, so when you see this, throw something on and meet me in the garage. We’ve got a car to work on… and I miss you.
I wiped my hands on a towel and crossed the space between us. I muttered, grinning. “You really are trouble, ya know that?”
Harper raised a brow in confusion. “You said to meet you in the garage.”
I shook my head, smirking. “Didn’t say to show up looking like that.”
She glanced down at her outfit. “This old thing?”
