Page 57 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

Still, I want his answer.

His fingers grip me tighter. “You mean, when you were naked, grinding against another man, his fingers buried in your pussy, you coming apart, just a few feet away from me?”

He’s not looking at me. He’s studying the road, concentrating on driving. I feel my breathing speed up. “Yeah. When you were naked with another man in the bed next to mine. When you had another man’s cock pressed up against you. When you were coming in another man’s fist.”

I see him grip the steering wheel tighter. “It was hot as fuck,” he says huskily.

It was. It really was.

It’s also reassuring that I don’t have to be guarded with Liam about my confused feelings for Ford.

“Did you picture me at all?” I ask. “When Harrison was touching you?”

“Of course. I was seconds away from turning on the bedside lamp. I wanted to see you so badly.”

I swallow hard. “I wanted to see you, too. I was picturing everything you were doing.”

He looks over at me. “Hearing you come was so fucking hot.”

I lick my lips and nod. “Same.”

Suddenly, he mutters, “Fuck it.” He looks in the rearview mirror, then turns the wheel to the right.

I reach out and brace my hand on the dash. “Liam!”

“I know we still have a long way to drive, but I can’t wait any longer,” he tells me.

“Wait for—” But I don’t need to ask the question. There’s a motel just off this exit.

At least this one is in a national chain that I recognize the name of.

My stomach swoops and I grin. “We’re making a stop?”

He pulls up in front of the motel and throws the car into park. He leans across the seat and cups the back of my head, pulling me in and kissing me deeply. Hotly. He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “We’re making a stop. I need you. Right now.”

Heat sizzles through me and I simply nod.

He’s out of the car and in the lobby of the motel a minute later.

I press my hand against my stomach, trying to calm myself, but the adrenaline is pumping hard.

I can’t think about Brad or my wedding disaster right now. Or Ford. Or Harrison. None of them matter. Well, they do to the extent that they are part of our experience, and part of how we got here.

But right now, it’s just me and Liam.

He comes striding back out to the car a few minutes later, and slides behind the wheel. He drives us around to the back of the motel and then parks, gets out, and comes around my door.

This is a much nicer place than where we were last night.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up out of the seat. But rather than start for the door of the motel, he presses me against the side of the car.

He takes my face in both hands. “I love you.”

I smile. “I love you too.”

“Good. I just needed you to know that before I take you into that room.”

My brows arch. “Why is that?”

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