Page 45 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

She slumps forward, despite the mess. My fingers slip from between her legs and I cup her ass.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Liam is chanting.

There are two low groans.

Then Liam shouts, “Fuck, Harrison!”

The next sound is the bed creaking and Harrison saying, “Goddammit, Liam. Yes, fuck, like that.”

There’s more creaking, some skin slapping, muttered curses.

Then Harrison roars, “Liam!”

We hear kissing sounds next.

And then the room is quiet except for all of our heavy breathing.

That was…unexpected.

And maybe the hottest thing that’s happened to me in…ever.

CHAPTER 11

Liam

I wake up early,because of course I do. There’s a hot, hard body up against mine. And my body is reacting to that.

Fucking Harrison.

I never should have given in. I know it seems to everyone, including Harrison, that I am in charge when the two of us are together. But I wish my heart would get the message.

He has me twisted up, has from the very beginning, and my chances of resisting him last night were negative zero.

I think I put on a pretty good show, but he had been slowly chipping away at my self-control and when he started stripping, I knew I was done for.

Then the charged moment between him and Ivy was my definite breaking point.

Watching the two of them just stare at one another ignited lust inside me that I have never felt before.

And they were justlookingat one another.

If they ever touch, or kiss, if Harrison ever wraps her hair around his fist, says the dirty fucking things that I know he can say toIvy, if I ever see her naked in his arms, I might combust.

I shift away from his body, knowing that he might wake slightly, but then he’ll roll over, get comfortable again, and go right back to sleep. Harrison doesn’t let things like someone else being awake keep him from his own comforts, like sleeping as late as possible.

I swing my legs over the side of the mattress and stand, quickly grabbing clothes from my bag and ducking into the bathroom. I shower and brush my teeth, getting ready as quietly as possible. I’ll head out and find coffee and breakfast for everyone and hope that they’re all stirring by the time I get back. The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we get to South Carolina and the sooner I can put real distance between me and Harrison.

I’m almost to the door of the room when I hear Ivy‘s soft voice. “Liam,” she whispers.

I look over at her bed. I had avoided that until this moment, not wanting to see her snuggled up against Ford.

She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her shoes on. She must’ve gotten dressed while I was in the bathroom. Her hair is up in a bun on the top of her head, and she’s wearing a sundress.

Fuck.

Do women know what sundresses do to men? It’s what gray sweatpants on men do to women. And other men.

I have double the temptation in this room. Harrison has a pair of gray sweatpants along.

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