Page 109 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

He’s so cute when he’s riled up.

“I’m just making sure Ivy knows that she’s the object ofallof our desires,” I tell him, shrugging out of my shirt and letting it drop.

I haven’t looked at Liam yet. I’m enjoying Ivy’s eyes on me. But I also feel Liam studying my back and shoulders.

Yes, I like being between these two.

“She was such a good girl tonight, charming everyone, showing Honeysuckle Harbor what a sweetheart she is, that I think she deserves averybig reward,” I say.

Liam makes a low humming sound. I feel his hot hand on my back between my shoulder blades. My skin sizzles.

“Is that right?” he asks. “And you’re going to take care of that?”

My gaze tracks over her from her pretty head to her cute toes. “Yeah, I think I can handle this.”

Liam strokes my back. “What do you think, Ivy?” he asks. “You okay with Harrison taking care of this?”

She gives him a sweet, almost shy smile. “Yeah, of course. Harrison is good at everything he does.”

Liam gives a low chuckle. “Yes, he is.”

I toe off my shoes. “Yes, I am.”

“What do you think, Ford?” Liam asks.

“I think Ivy gets whatever she wants.” Ford’s voice is low and rough.

I finally glance over. My best friend is leaning against the tall dresser, hands in his pockets, just watching.

I look back at Ivy. “Hear that? You get whatever you want.”

She nods. “I heard.”

“So,” I say, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly. “I guess that putsyouin charge.”

Which is exactly how it’s always been. And will always be. And every person in this room knows it.

I just need to be sure that what she wants is all of us, in this town, for as long as we all shall live.

“Tell us what you want,” I tell her, stepping forward and grasping her ankle, then slowly pulling her down the bed until I’m standing between her knees. “In graphic detail.”

“To be naked,” she says.

“Very good.”

She’s wearing one of the little sundresses that drives us all crazy. She’d pulled it on over the black bikini that had also driven us all crazy all day. The dress is now bunched up around her waist.

I slide my palms up her thighs to her tiny bikini bottoms, hook my index fingers in the top at each hip, and tug them down. She grasps the bottom of her dress and slides it up her body and over her head.

“Verygood,” I tell her as she reaches behind her back to untie her top.

She’s gloriously naked, and unabashed about it, a moment later.

I slide my hands up and down her thighs again and she parts them, seemingly almost instinctively. I love that her impulse is to so easily spread her thighs for any of the three of us.

Or all three of us.

“Now what?” I ask, looking up.

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