Page 100 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

I let the corner of my mouth turn up. “Maybe I just wanted you to come over here.”

“Ah. And why is that?”

“So I can tell you I can’t stop thinking about the expression on your face when you were fucking Ivy last night.”

His eyebrows raise. “Jealous?”

I shake my head slowly. “Watching the two people I care about get each other off is my new favorite thing.”

“You care about me?” His voice is husky and his hand drops onto my waist.

He’s going to kiss me.

But I shove the football into his chest because my emotions are too close to the surface to allow him to touch me. I’m not a fan of making out in public, and if he lays one fucking finger on me, that’s going to happen. “Yes. Told you I’m full of surprises.”

“I’ve loved you since that first night. Why do you think I ghosted you?”

That makes me snort. “You’re ridiculous.”

But I understand Harrison now.

I’m actually not that much different from him.

I’ve been holding back from him just as much as he’s been holding back from me.

Partly because I was angry and hurt he didn’t return my calls after our first night together. And then partly now because of both Ivy and the fact that Harrison lives here in South Carolina.

I wasn’t sure it would be possible to have a relationship with both Ivy and Harrison at the same time, and the physical distance was daunting.

But now Ivy has proven herself to be the perfect girlfriend—she doesn’t care if I’m with Harrison, too. In fact, she’sencouraging it. She knows how I feel about Harrison and she’s enjoying Ford.

The four of us are having a great time together and I’m not going to worry about the fact that we live on different coasts.

“I’m ridiculous? You tell me you care about me and that I’m ridiculous ten seconds later. You’re ridiculous.”

“You knew I care about you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been so angry with you.”

“Yep.” He grins and turns. “Now have a seat and look pretty while you watch me kick Ford’s team’s ass in football. My family versus his.”

He doesn’t wait for a response but I don’t have one, anyway.

I’m just amused. At him. At myself.

At fucking fate.

A week ago, I was grumpy as hell, convinced Ivy was lost to me forever and that Harrison was an asshole who didn’t know a connection when it hit him in the face.

But now I have…this. Whatever this is and whether it can be anything long-term, I don’t know. Right now, I’m just enjoying the hell out of myself.

I plop down on the sand beside Ivy. She looks a little pink. “You need more sunscreen. Where’s the bottle?”

“In my bag.” She rolls onto her side, which gives me a great view of her chest spilling out of her black bikini top.

“Can you do that again?” I joke.

“What?” Then she realizes where I’m staring. She makes a sound of approval and preens a little. “I love when you look at me like that.”

The look shoots straight to my cock. I clear my throat and adjust myself in my trunks that I just purchased at a local shop. I’m trying not to think about my bank account or the fact that the lead writer onMy Fellow Aliensemailed me, asking when I’ll be back in the writer’s room.

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