Page 41 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

And…fuck it.

I reach over, wrap an arm over her, and drag her across the mattress and up against me.

She burrows close, putting her face into my neck.

I thread my fingers into her hair. “I can distract you from what’s going on over there,” I say against her ear.

“Okay,” she says.

“Are you sure?”

She puts her hand on my chest. “Yes.”

I feel something hard pressing into my left pec. Realization dawns quickly and adrenaline shoots through me.

I cover her hand with mine. “Ivy.”

“I’m sure.”

I move her hand and feel for what she was pressing against my chest.

Her engagement ring.

“I dug it out of your pocket,” she says. “I’m ready to take it back, sell it, move on.”

I let out a long, shaky breath. “Fuck. That’s…”

“Just say yes, Ford,” she tells me softly.

“How about fuck yes?”

“That will work.”

I’m done. She’s over Brad. If she was ever in love with him in the first place. She’s sober, in this bed of her own free will, and I’m a mere mortal. I cannotresist her any longer.

“Okay, pick your distraction,” I tell her as a loud moan from the next bed fills the room. “Bedtime story or…” Screw it, I’m taking a chance here. “Orgasm?”

She pauses for just a moment. Then stops my heart when she says, “Orgasm. For sure. But you can talk to me the whole time to, you know, cover up the noises.”

Just then we hear, “Fuck, Liam, yes.”

My fingers curl into her hair momentarily. Then I say, “Anything you want.”

She reaches over to the bedside table and sets her ring on it, then snuggles closer. “I’m ready.”

Holy shit.

She feels so damned good. God, I want to touch every inch of her. I want to make her feel good. In absolutely any way I can. If she just wants to snuggle, I can do that. But she wants an orgasm.

So that’s what she’ll get.

She’s on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, one on my stomach.

“Do you have panties on?” I ask.

She nods.

“Take them off.”

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