Page 64 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

Ivy puts the address in her phone and we’re only two minutes out.

Then we’re parked in front of the infamous wedding-that-wasn’t-gift.

“Huh,” I say, staring at it. “It’s bigger than I expected.”

“It’s really big.” Ivy blinks. “Twenty of my first apartment in L.A. could fit in here. Thirty even.”

It’s a cool fucking house. It’s on the water, so it’s up on stilts, with a porch that wraps entirely around it. The siding is mint green, and there are white shutters on all the windows and ferns hanging from the porch roof. It’s exactly what I would picture for a Carolina beach house. The peek of the beach behind it is a visual reminder that we just traversed the entire country in Ivy’s tiny car.

“Coast to coast,” I murmur as we open our car doors. “Delivered right to your door.”

“Let’s make out in it,” she says, jogging up the steps to the front deck.

That makes me grin. “We’re going to do a whole lot more than make out. There has to be a kitchen island that I can spread you out on.”

“Oh.” Ivy glances back at me over her shoulder. “You have such good ideas.”

“Do you have a key?” I ask once we’re at the door. I peer through the windows and see a fireplace and soaring ceilings. The movers delivered everything yesterday, and it’s just furniture and boxes everywhere with no rhyme or reason.

That is going to pose a logistical problem, since Ivy doesn’t plan to unpack. Though maybe she will have to stage the house for sale. I have concerns over how much work this will be and the timeframe we’re dealing with. I can work on the road for a week, but much beyond that and I’ll need to be back in the writer’s room.

I don’t want to overwhelm Ivy, though, so I keep my mouth shut for now.

“No key.” Ivy tries the doorknob. “But there’s a keypad with a code. Who let the movers in? Brad?”

“I think the code was in the paperwork.”

“Where is that?”

“I have no idea. The trunk? Ford’s bag?”

Ivy groans. “Ford hasn't even answered me. Let’s look in the trunk. If it’s not there, then you can call Ford. I don’t think he’s going to answer me.”

“Speaking of Ford…” I sit down in a rocking chair on the porch. “Come sit down with me.” I pat my lap.

“You want me to sit on your lap? I never knew you were a girl-on-your-lap guy. This is a whole new side of you.”

But she gives me a sweet smile and slips her arms around my neck and perches on my thighs. The feel of her tight ass resting on my cock gives me an instant hard on. I wrap an arm around her back and kiss her.

“We need to get a hotel tonight. This house isn’t habitable right now, and I need you naked, Ivy. Now that I’ve seen you and tasted you, I want you naked all the fucking time.”

“That can be arranged.” She wiggles a little under the guise of balancing herself.

I groan a little. “But first, let’s talk about Ford and Harrison.”

“What about them?” Ivy flicks her tongue over my ear, which is very distracting.

I’ve been thinking about this all day. “We need to fuck them. Together.”

Ivy freezes. “What?” she asks, and her voice has dropped two octaves. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, but otherwise she’s completely still.

“The four of us, in one bed together, having sex. I know you want Ford to fuck you and I want to watch him get you off, see how you scream when his cock is inside you.”

She’s staring at me.

“What?”

“Isn’t that…complicated?” she asks. “We’re in love. In a relationship. It’s new. But you want me to sleep with someone else. While you watch. Does that mean that what we’re feeling maybe isn’t what we think it is?”

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