Page 40 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

I can’t help the images of the three of them, naked, kissing, the men’s hands all over her body, her writhing, moaning,pleasure etched on her gorgeous face from flashing through my mind.

And what would she say to that invitation?

Not only do I wonder if she’s attracted to either of them, or both individually, but would she be open to a threesome?

That has my blood pumping faster for some reason.

What about a foursome?

Jesus, where did that thought come from?

I have never thought about sharing a woman before. Not with Harrison, not with anyone. That’s not really my thing. Especially a woman like Ivy, who I have real feelings for.

But now I can’tstopthe thoughts.

The moaning and rustling sounds from the bed next to me, knowing Ivy is changing clothes in the bathroom and will be coming out here to get in bed with me, don’t help.

Just then, the bathroom door opens.

“Okay, I—oh!”

I hear her surprised gasp.

“Ivy, get in bed,” I hear Liam say, his voice tight. “With Ford.”

“I…can’t see anything,” she says.

She’s lying. The light from the bathroom illuminates the room enough that she can see Liam and Harrison together on the bed closest to the bathroom. And she’s definitely looking.

“Come closer, Ivy girl. We’ll give you an eyeful,” Harrison says, his voice teasing.

“Go to Ford,” Liam says, his voice commanding.

“Come here, Ivy,” I tell her softly.

Her eyes find mine. A spark arcs between us.

“Okay.” She hits the bathroom light switch, plunging the room into darkness.

The sounds in the bed next to me have quieted, and I know the two other men are watching her dark form move throughthe room, the ambient light from outside filtering in through the curtains and making her look like she’s floating over to me.

She stops and arranges some of her wet clothes over one of the chairs. Then she turns toward the bed.

I hold the blanket up so she can slip underneath. She moves up to the side of the bed and I feel the mattress dip.

“Okay, so…uh, I guess goodnight every—” Harrison starts.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Liam growls.

Harrison gives a low groan.

“Don’t fucking move,” Liam tells him. “I want you right…”

Harrison groans again.

“There,” Liam says thickly.

“Oh my god,” Ivy whispers.

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