Three Grumpy Groomsmen

24. Harrison

CHAPTER 24

Harrison

Pausing in the doorway to my bathroom, I lean on the frame and just watch Liam for a minute before he realizes I’m here.

He’s naked, in the shower, eyes closed, running his hands through his damp hair.

God, he’s gorgeous.

I’m so in love with him.

Have been for a while now.

But damn, that’s scary as hell.

Yet I knew when he and Ivy showed up in Honeysuckle Harbor, I couldn’t fuck up this second chance to be with him. I’m going to do everything in my power to make him happy and to make him see that we can be together. Forever.

The four of us having sex was incredible. I know Liam loves Ivy and I understand why. She’s smart and sexy and the total package. I don’t know a lot of women who could weather being stood up on her wedding day with such class—aside from her highly entertaining reception speech—whether Brad was the love of her life or not.

I’m very attracted to Ivy as well, which is a bit of a surprise to me, but all of this feels so damn right.

Now Ivy and Ford are taking a stroll on the beach because Ford is a romantic motherfucker and Liam is in the shower.

There is no way I’m letting an opportunity like this pass me by.

Stripping my T-shirt off over my head, I quickly drop my shorts to the floor and step into the bathroom. It’s a modest size, given this is one of my guest rooms. Liam is keeping his clothes in here because my closet is packed full. I’m surprised he hasn’t spotted me yet. Hell, maybe he has, and that’s why he’s taking so much time soaping up his chest.

The room is steamy though, given its size, and when I pull the glass door open, Liam actually jumps.

“For fuck’s sake,” he says. “You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were a serial killer.”

He doesn’t sound even remotely scared. His eyes are drifting down over my body, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk when he spots my hard dick.

“You should lock the door if you don’t want visitors.” I step into the shower.

“Who says I don’t want visitors?” Liam turns and lets the spray hit his chest.

His tight ass is covered in water droplets and I run my hands over him, squeezing, before shifting in behind him. I like being taller than him. It feels right to wrap my arms around him and tug him back against the hard plane of my body. The spray hits us both.

Liam instantly protests. “The water is in my eyes.” His hand reaches up to swipe his face.

I lean down and suck lightly on his earlobe before murmuring, “Quit your complaining, William. Do you want me to get you off or not?”

He likes to be in charge. I know he hates this position—me encapsulating him in the small shower, my arms holding him, hot water running down over his face.

Hates it and loves it at the same time.

Because even when he’s always trying to pick a fucking fight with me, Liam also can’t resist me.

I ease my hands down over his abs and fist his warm cock. I slide my palm up and down over his length, thrilling at the way his breath hitches.

“How are you going to do that?” he asks. “This shower is too small to do anything in.”

“You underestimate me, as usual.” Lacing my fingers through his, I kiss his neck, trailing kisses over his damp skin.

Liam turns his head, offering me his mouth.

We kiss, a hot tangle of tongues, but the position is awkward, so I break away and I lift his hands. I press his palms flat against the shower wall.

“Harrison…” Liam growls.

The movement pushes his ass further into my cock and while I really, really love the way that feels, I know that’s not what he wants.

“William,” I tease back as I run my hands down his firm thighs as I descend into a squat.

He groans when I run a finger down between his ass and swirl it around his entrance. “Like this?” I ask.

“More,” he pants, arching his back to give me better access.

“Happy to,” I grind out, enraptured by the steam and the feel of his skin and him.

He’s mine.

Slicking my finger up by sliding it into my mouth, I return to teasing at his tight hole until he’s swearing and makes a move like he’s going to stand up straighter. That’s when I ease my finger into his tightness and pump in and out while he moans in approval. I take it deep, the way he likes, and he says, “Yes, Harrison, like that.”

Hearing my name on his lips in that throaty tone of ecstasy makes my dick harden even more. Thick need is settling in every inch of my body and as I stroke inside him I run my lips over his hip, his waist, his ass. I lightly nip at him, and he jerks a little.

“ Fuck ,” he exclaims.

The excitement in his voice has me pumping my own cock a couple of times, just to ease the ache.

But my main focus is him.

Holding him in a firm grip, I ease my finger out and replace it with my tongue. I love the way his thighs start to tremble as the pleasure floods over him.

“Harrison,” he says. “Jesus fuck.”

Pulling back, I run my thumb over his entrance, applying pressure with the pad. “That feel good, baby?”

“Yes.” His voice sounds strangled.

Water is sluicing down his ass and all over me, droplets pinging onto my arms. Someone could drop a bucket of ice water over my head and I still wouldn’t stop. I love being with him like this, I love giving him pleasure.

I dip my tongue back inside his ass and pull him back onto me by his hips, a rhythmic pumping that has us both breathing hard. My thrusts are getting harder and more desperate, the throb in my dick painful, my balls tight and drawn. I’m pounding him onto me and his voice is louder now, a repeated chant of my name over and over.

God, that’s so fucking good. I want my name on his lips all the fucking time.

When I’m about out of my mind with want, I stand up quickly, and slide my hands around the front of him. I grip his cock, bury my head in his hair, and stroke him with a hard, fast rhythm. He’s trembling, leaning against my weight, his eyes closed.

I yank his hair roughly with my free hand. “Look at me,” I demand.

He tilts his head, his eyes glazed over with pleasure, his lips parted.

“I’m yours,” I tell him, even as I tighten my grip on the base of his cock. “I’m all fucking yours. Tell me you know that.”

“I know that,” he whispers, and the look in his eyes almost undoes me.

He loves me.

He hasn’t said it, but he does. I can read it in the depths of his hazel eyes.

I give him a long hard stroke and his eyes roll back.

“Oh, god, damn!”

He spills out onto my hand in several shudders.

Liam’s shoulders relax and I ease my grip on him, feeling about as triumphant as I ever have. State lacrosse champions in high school was nothing compared to the way I feel when I bring Liam to his knees.

“Did you come?” I joke, running my lips over his temple.

Liam laughs softly. “Fuck you.”

I tighten my grip, drawing another shudder from Liam. “Does this count?”

He nudges me off of him. “Yes, I suppose it does. Now let’s go to the bed and I’ll return the favor.”

“William the Brilliant.” I run my hand under the water and open the shower door. “You always have the best ideas.”