Page 37 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

An image of Liam and Ivy together, kissing, naked, in bed…with me…flashes through my mind.

I freeze, staring down at the woman before me.

Wow. What was that?

I do like Ivy. I find her incredibly beautiful. But I’ve written her off as off-limits. First, because of Brad. Then Ford. Then Liam.

But fuck, the idea of having herandLiam shoots a bolt of heat straight through me.

Yeah, I’d be into that.

“You have to ask Ivy if it’s okay and if she’s comfortable,” Liam says behind me, interrupting those unexpected thoughts.

“It’s okay, Liam. They are bigger than you and me,” Ivy says. Then she casts an almost shy glance at Ford. “If it’s okay with Ford.”

Right. Ford. I can’t have Ivy and Liam together because Ford wants Ivy.

I was intending to give my best friend a chance to heat things up with his dream girl. And this is my perfect chance to wearLiam down further. I need another chance with him. I need to kiss him again. Ineedtonight in his arms.

Should I just say that? Maybe.

But I’m a little chicken. I’ll admit it. I’m rolling the dice here and hoping that being naked in bed together will make it harder for Liam to continue to reject me.

Ford gives a short laugh. “Yeah. It’s fine with me.”

Her cheeks are pink when she says, “Okay.” She looks up at me. “It’s fine.”

I squeeze her arms. “You should undress, though. Don’t want to get the sheets wet.”

Her cheeks get even redder.

“Everyone needs to undress,” I announce to the room. “Quit dripping on the carpet.” I step back from Ivy, strip out of my briefs, and toss them toward the bathroom door.

They’re all still dressed. I’m bare-assed naked. And it doesn’t bother me at all.

Ford’s seen me naked. Liam’s seen me naked. Ivy has not, and she is actually not my focus here tonight. But when her gaze drops to my cock, it hardens, and suddenly, I find myself studying her mouth.

I can easily picture her sinking to her knees, my hand tangling in her long, wet hair, guiding her forward, those pretty pink lips parting, and my cock sliding past them as she makes a gorgeous, needy, moaning sound.

I bet her mouth is so fucking soft and hot.

She wouldn’t suck me the way Liam does. It would be softer, sweeter—I’d have to talk her through it. I’d be in control with her.

Liam is in control when we’re together. He’s the boss.

But I could boss this pretty little thing.

And her pussy…God, I bet she’s tight. She’d be so gorgeous riding me.

Would she like to watch Liam and me together? Would that turn her on? How would her pussy feel around my cock while Liam fucked me?

“Harrison?” she says softly. “Are you okay?”

I shake my head, realizing that I’m staring at her, not saying a word or moving.

I’m naked, hard as steel, intending to push her into bed with Ford, itching to get my hands on Liam, but suddenly having very vivid, very dirty thoughts about Ivy.

I clear my throat. “Yeah, Ivy. I’m okay. Really, really okay.”

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