Three Grumpy Groomsmen

10. Ford

CHAPTER 10

Ford

This is such a bad idea.

I’m going to be in bed with Ivy while Liam and Harrison fuck in the bed next to ours.

I quickly strip down to my underwear and pull on a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt, then climb into bed. Then I hit the lights. Liam is kissing Harrison like he’s a starving man and my best friend is a five-course meal.

But the dark just intensifies the sounds.

I pull a pillow over my head.

Fuck.

This is bad.

And pretty much what I thought was going to happen.

I knew Harrison had plans for Liam. I hadn’t been sure if they’d work out. Liam is stubborn as fuck. But Harrison is charming and the fire between them is hot enough to burn those of us standing too close.

But hell, then Harrison had that moment with Ivy and I’d been seconds away from vaulting out of bed and stepping between them, marking my territory, I guess. I hadn’t expected that.

Now Ivy is in the bathroom, clearly taking her time to gather her thoughts—or her courage?—and I’m not sure what to expect, or what to do, when she gets in bed with me.

I can hear Liam and Harrison’s groans and the mattress creaking even through the pillow.

Jesus.

Do I just lie here and listen?

Do I leave?

Sleep in the car?

But I can’t leave Ivy in here with them.

Can I?

Hell, Liam wants her. I’m certain of it. Not just wants her but is in love with her. And just a few minutes ago, I swear Harrison was about to kiss her. Out of the blue. I haven’t sensed or seen anything from my buddy to indicate that he’s attracted to Ivy or that he has feelings for her beyond friendship, but for a second there, they were standing there, staring at one another with definite sparks jumping back and forth. Sure, he was naked, his dick at full mast, but I thought that was about Liam.

Of course, Harrison dates and fucks women, too, so…it’s possible. Of course. Ivy is gorgeous, and she and Harrison get along great.

So if I leave her here with them, they might invite her into bed with them…

Harrison totally would.

Liam would likely punch him in the face for it, though.

But would it be because he was protective of and jealous of Ivy? Or Harrison?

Or…would having both Harrison and Ivy together be Liam’s ultimate dream?

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’t stop the 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 through the 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.

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 can not resist 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.”

She shifts against me without hesitation, her hand dipping under the big T-shirt she’s wearing. Her wiggling against me and the knowledge that she’s going to be bare from the waist down takes my cock from semi-hard to achingly hard in a second.

Ivy puts a tiny scrap of silk on my chest with a soft giggle a moment later. I crush it in my fist.

“Good girl,” I tell her thickly. I move my hand to cup her bare ass, pressing her against my hip. “Now lie on top of me so I can reach you.”

She immediately slides up and drapes herself over me.

She feels so fucking good. She’s light, but I can feel the press of her sweet body from her breasts against my chest to her stomach to where her pelvis nestles against my lower abdomen.

I take advantage of the position, the situation, hell everything Fate has put, literally, in my hands. I slide my hands from her waist to her ass, then down the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs wide so she’s straddling me.

She shivers and her breath escapes on a little moan, warm against my cheek. My hands feel huge on her body.

“Before we start, you can stop me at any point, okay?” I ask. “I mean that. This only goes as far as you want it to.”

She shimmies up a couple of inches and presses her lips to mine in a sweet, brief kiss. “I trust you, Ford,” she says against my lips. “And I want you.”

I squeeze her thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about this body for so fucking long, Ivy.” I run my hands up and down the backs of her thighs, my thumbs sliding over the curve of her ass, my fingertips tantalizingly close to the heat I can already feel between her legs.

Her arms are around my neck, her face against my throat. I can feel her hot breath and her sweet mouth against my skin. “Have you really?”

“You have no idea. You are a part of every dirty dream I’ve had since we met.”

“I like that,” she tells me.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.” She pauses. “Did you have dirty thoughts about me sometimes when Brad was around?”

I groan softly and run my hands up and down her thighs again. This time my fingertips brush over her pussy. Her little intake of air kicks me in the chest. “Yes.”

She shivers in my arms. “Tell me about one time.”

I slide my hands up to her lower back, under the shirt she’s wearing. Then I keep going up her back. “Let’s take this off. I want to feel you totally naked against me.”

There’s a low moan from the bed next to ours. I don’t know if Harrison and Liam are responding to one another or to the idea of Ivy getting naked over here. The idea of them listening in on what I’m doing to her gives me an unexpected jolt of heat.

“Okay,” she tells me, pushing up to sit, straddling my thighs. “But I want your shirt off, too.”

I start to pull my shirt up, but pause as she grasps the hem of her shirt and slides it up her body. I can’t see much in the dark, but I don’t want to miss even the shadow of the movements of her stripping for me.

The shirt slides over her head and she drops it next to the bed. I start to reach for her, but she covers her breasts. “Take your shirt off, Ford.”

“Grip me harder,” I hear Liam growl. “You know how I like it.”

Ivy wiggles her hips. I wonder if that’s in response to Liam. She’s not sitting high enough for her pussy to be where I really want it. She’s still straddling my thighs. So I whip my shirt off, then grip her waist and haul her up my body.

I’m still wearing shorts, but I settle her pussy against my rock hard cock, pressing up into her.

She moans. “ Ford .”

I press a hand against her ass, grinding her against me. “They’re listening to us,” I tell her, low and husky. “They’re going to hear everything I say to you. Every sound you make.”

She moans again and grinds herself against me.

“It’s going to be such a fucking turn-on for them to hear me make you come, Ivy.” I rock her against my shaft, making sure her clit is getting pressure and friction. “Because you are going to let me make you come, aren’t you, princess? You’re going to let me make you feel so good.”

“Please.” It’s so soft it’s almost a sigh.

“Oh, you’re going to have to get louder than that.” I slide her higher, bringing her breasts to my mouth. “How about I tell you about how much I’ve wanted to suck on these sweet tits ever since the dinner we had with you and Brad in Malibu?” I flick my tongue over one nipple and she gasps, pressing her pussy against my lower abs. She’s hot and wet. “You were wearing a cream-colored jumpsuit that tied behind your neck.” I move to her other breast and lick, then suck lightly. She moans. “It left your entire back bare and meant you couldn’t wear a bra.” I suck harder. “But you should have worn those little stick-on pads or something, because I could see your nipples through it.” I suck harder and longer. She’s gripping my shoulders and pressing closer. “They were hard most of the night, too. It was killing me.” I move to the other breast again, sucking hard, then giving her a little nip.

“Ford!”

“If you had been mine that night, I would have dragged you into the closest alcove, untied that top and done this until you came.” I lick and suck and bite as she grinds her hot, wet pussy against me.

I slide my hand down to cup her pussy, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit, giving her something firmer to press against.

She grinds harder.

“Yep, just like that,” I tell her. “I would have let you get off against my hand and gotten that expensive jumpsuit all sticky and wet.” I drag my mouth up her throat to her mouth. “Because you weren’t wearing panties that night either, were you?”

More groans from the next bed. Liam hadn’t been with us in Malibu, but Harrison had been there. There was no way he’d missed Ivy’s nipples in that jumpsuit. Though Brad had seemed to. He should have given her his jacket. That’s what I would have done if my girlfriend had been making every other guy in the place hard the way she was. But Brad was oblivious. He’d never appreciated Ivy the way she deserved.

But I appreciated her. So fucking much.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“I know. I studied every fucking inch of you that night.” I press against her clit. “Every night.” I circle my hand. “Every fucking time I was around you.”

She’s breathing hard when I pull her down for a deep kiss. I stroke her tongue with mine as I let her grind against my hand.

I pull back, looking up into her gorgeous face. Her hair is falling forward and her breaths are coming in hot, quick pants against my mouth.

“I went back to the hotel and jacked off in the shower thinking about you that night,” I tell her.

She moans.

“Of course, I did that every time I spent even five minutes with you.”

“ Ford .”

“Fuck yes,” comes the muttered curse from Liam.

I feel Ivy’s rhythm picking up, so I pull my hand away.

“Ford,” she protests.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I just need my fingers inside this sweet pussy when you come. I need to feel that.”

“Jesus Christ.”

That’s Harrison and though their mattress is still squeaking and they’re breathing hard, I know they’re also listening in over here.

I’m a good friend. I decide to give them even more commentary.

“Your tits are perfect, Ivy,” I tell her. “Sweet and perky. Your nipples hard and so sensitive.” I give one another nip. “Now let me feel this perfect cunt.”

She hesitates for just a second. Then she asks, “How do you want me?”

Three men groan in unison.

I bring her head down and kiss her again. “That was the perfect answer,” I say against her lips.

I shift her back. “Like this. This way you’re filled up but that greedy clit can get what it needs too.”

She’s spread wide over my thighs again. Her clit is against my cock and I run my big hand over her ass, then down between her legs, sliding two fingers into her.

She moans. “Oh, God.”

“You’re so tight. You’re so fucking wet. Perfect,” I tell her. And the guys.

I move my fingers in and out. She shudders against me.

“Damn, princess, you grip cocks so well, don’t you?”

She squeezes around my fingers, and I press up into her.

“Grind against me, Ivy. Get yourself off against me.”

“I…want…” She does what I tell her, but she wants more. I’ll give her anything.

“What, baby? Tell me.”

“I want your cock.”

“I don’t want to stop and get a condom,” I tell her honestly. “Let me get you off this way.”

She nods. “Okay. But I want skin on skin.”

I realize what she’s saying a second later and heat rockets through me. “You want me bare up against that needy little clit?”

She nods quickly.

Fuck, this woman is so…surprising. Sweet and hot and…fuck. Better than I even imagined. She’s funny and flirty and has this naughty side that I want so badly to explore fully.

“Take what you want, Ivy,” I tell her through gritted teeth.

“Suck me,” Liam orders harshly.

I hear their bed creaking as Ivy lifts herself off me enough to lower my athletic shorts. Her hand brushes over my cock and it aches.

“Fuck,” I grit out.

She wraps her hand around me and strokes. “You’re so hard.”

“Rub your pussy against me, Ivy,” I tell her firmly. “Want you to come.”

She immediately moves, pressing her clit against my bare shaft. The contact makes air hiss out between my teeth. I feel like electricity is filling my veins.

I still have two fingers buried in her pussy and my other hand presses down on her ass as she rocks against me.

She lifts one hand to her breast, playing with her nipple.

I feel her pussy clenching around me and I thrust in and out.

“I love watching and feeling you take what you want,” I tell her. “You know just how to move, don’t you? You know just what this sweet body needs. That’s right,” I praise. “Move just like that. Your pussy wants more than fingers doesn’t it, my sweet, dirty girl?”

“ Yes .” Ivy picks up her pace and I fuck her faster with my fingers.

But we’re not fucking. It’s very heavy petting. But I’m going to come. This is too much. Too fucking hot.

I feel Ivy’s pussy clench hard. “Oh, God! Ford! I’m coming!”

“Yes. Fucking yes. Let me feel it, Ivy.”

She cries out, the prettiest, “Oh, yes !” as she clamps down hard around my fingers and comes.

I’m right behind her, spilling between us, over my stomach.

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.