Three Grumpy Groomsmen

28. Harrison

CHAPTER 28

Harrison

Ivy was absolutely fantastic tonight. As was Liam.

I’m not surprised, but I’m thrilled.

They fit in with our family and friends so easily, and they seemed to actually enjoy themselves.

I haven’t stopped smiling.

As we walk up the path to my house, Ivy and Ford lead the way, holding hands, her laughing at something Liam just said from behind them. I realize that everything is going according to plan.

I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised. Things usually work out for me. But I realize at this moment that I’ve been worried about this.

Worried that Liam and Ivy wouldn’t be comfortable here. That Honeysuckle Harbor is too small for them. That our families would be too much for them.

Okay, I’ve been worried that I would be too much for them.

For Liam.

It’s not the first time that I’ve been at risk of overwhelming or annoying someone to the point they bail. But it’s the first time I’ve really cared.

I love him. And I need him.

I’m happier when he’s around. I feel like I can be more myself. I’m an even better version of myself.

I also think he’s better when he’s with me.

Ford stops at the front door and punches the code into the keypad. Liam crowds close to Ivy and presses a kiss to her temple.

Or hell, maybe it’s Ivy that makes him so happy.

“I had a really great time tonight,” Liam says to no one in particular as Ford pushes the door open.

Or maybe it’s Honeysuckle Harbor, I think with a sigh as I follow them inside the house.

Whatever it is, I can make all of that happen. Long term.

Liam is more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. Tonight he was laughing and talking and genuinely seemed comfortable and happy. I want that for him. I want to be a part of making that happen for him.

I know he and Ford have been talking about My Fellow Aliens. He’s, of course, head over heels for Ivy.

So, all of this —the four of us—needs to keep happening.

I know Ford’s in.

I know Honeysuckle Harbor is in.

So I have to do whatever I can to be sure Ivy is all in.

All in on the four of us being together. Here in this town. For good.

She’s the Queen. Our Queen.

If she wants to stay here long-term, then Liam will stay.

I can so work with this.

Ford moves ahead of us, flipping on lights.

Ivy and Liam are still in the entryway. She’s bracing a hand on the wall as she slips her shoes off. Liam’s saying something to Ford. I can’t even concentrate on the words.

All that’s going through my head is my plan.

Blow Ivy’s mind. Show her how fucking good this can be. Always. Show her that she wants this. For good.

It’s already been good. So damned good. But I need to make sure she knows that she can have all of this all the time. She’s calling the shots. She holds the future in her hands.

The future for all of us.

I move swiftly as she drops her foot to the floor. I step in front of her, cup her face in my hands and turn her back to the wall.

“Hey pretty girl,” I say, pressing close.

“Hey,” she says, surprise flickering through her eyes, her voice breathless.

“Everyone loved you tonight.”

A smile tips her lips. “It was so fun.”

“Honeysuckle Harbor is enamored with you,” I tell her honestly, studying her up close.

“Do you think so?” she asks softly, almost hopefully.

She’s so fucking gorgeous. And sweet and funny and bright and brave.

I can absolutely spend my life as one of her best friends, helping her make my best friend and the love of my life happy. If we team up, it will be the easiest, most fun gig ever.

“Of course,” I tell her. “Like we all are.” I meet her gaze directly, stroking my thumb over her jaw, and repeat, “Like we all are.”

One side of her mouth curls. “I like you a lot too, Harrison.”

I give a soft laugh. “I know you do.”

She grins at my clearly expected cocky reply.

It’s quiet behind me. I don’t know what her two other men are doing, but they’re not pulling me away from her or stepping between us.

“What do you think about coming to the bedroom with me?” I ask her, running my other hand over her hip.

“Just us?” she asks.

I smile. “We could have a lot of fun.”

She nods. “We could.”

“But I won’t be mad if it’s not just the two of us.”

“Me either.”

“So why don’t we go down there and see what happens?”

Her gaze flickers to something over my shoulder.

Okay, someone. Or two.

Then she gives me a sly smile. “Sounds good.”

I lean in, nuzzling against her neck and putting my mouth to her ear. “Let’s make our guys crazy.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I turn her face and take her mouth. The kiss is not quick. Not sweet. I kiss her deeply, hotly, fully.

She wraps her arms around my neck, arching close. I drop my hands to her ass and pull her up against me.

Fuck, she feels good.

Doing this for the rest of my life seems like a great idea, too.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I turn and start for the bedroom, our mouths still melded together.

I hear footsteps behind us.

Yeah, there’s no way Ford and Liam are going to give Ivy and I any time alone.

But hell, forever is a long time. If our girl and I are ever left alone for an hour—okay, twenty minutes—I’m not saying this won’t happen between just the two of us.

I’m grinning at the thought as I toss her onto my bed.

I start unbuttoning my shirt as she sits up, watching. Her skirt is bunched around her upper thighs, all that smooth creamy skin tempting me despite the fact that Liam has just stomped into the room. She yanks off Ford’s sweatshirt and tosses it aside.

“What the hell, Harrison?” he asks. “You’re suddenly taking charge here?”

He’s so cute when he’s riled up.

“I’m just making sure Ivy knows that she’s the object of all of our desires,” I tell him, shrugging out of my shirt and letting it drop.

I haven’t looked at Liam yet. I’m enjoying Ivy’s eyes on me. But I also feel Liam studying my back and shoulders.

Yes, I like being between these two.

“She was such a good girl tonight, charming everyone, showing Honeysuckle Harbor what a sweetheart she is, that I think she deserves a very big reward,” I say.

Liam makes a low humming sound. I feel his hot hand on my back between my shoulder blades. My skin sizzles.

“Is that right?” he asks. “And you’re going to take care of that?”

My gaze tracks over her from her pretty head to her cute toes. “Yeah, I think I can handle this.”

Liam strokes my back. “What do you think, Ivy?” he asks. “You okay with Harrison taking care of this?”

She gives him a sweet, almost shy smile. “Yeah, of course. Harrison is good at everything he does.”

Liam gives a low chuckle. “Yes, he is.”

I toe off my shoes. “Yes, I am.”

“What do you think, Ford?” Liam asks.

“I think Ivy gets whatever she wants.” Ford’s voice is low and rough.

I finally glance over. My best friend is leaning against the tall dresser, hands in his pockets, just watching.

I look back at Ivy. “Hear that? You get whatever you want.”

She nods. “I heard.”

“So,” I say, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly. “I guess that puts you in charge.”

Which is exactly how it’s always been. And will always be. And every person in this room knows it.

I just need to be sure that what she wants is all of us, in this town, for as long as we all shall live.

“Tell us what you want,” I tell her, stepping forward and grasping her ankle, then slowly pulling her down the bed until I’m standing between her knees. “In graphic detail.”

“To be naked,” she says.

“Very good.”

She’s wearing one of the little sundresses that drives us all crazy. She’d pulled it on over the black bikini that had also driven us all crazy all day. The dress is now bunched up around her waist.

I slide my palms up her thighs to her tiny bikini bottoms, hook my index fingers in the top at each hip, and tug them down. She grasps the bottom of her dress and slides it up her body and over her head.

“ Very good,” I tell her as she reaches behind her back to untie her top.

She’s gloriously naked, and unabashed about it, a moment later.

I slide my hands up and down her thighs again and she parts them, seemingly almost instinctively. I love that her impulse is to so easily spread her thighs for any of the three of us.

Or all three of us.

“Now what?” I ask, looking up.

Her nipples are nice and tight, her skin is flushed, she’s breathing fast.

“I want someone to touch me,” she says, her voice soft.

“Where?” I ask, still stroking her thighs.

“My pussy.”

“Oh, very, very good,” I praise. “Who?”

“You.”

Love that. “With what, Ivy? What do you want me to touch this pretty pussy with?” I slide my finger over her slit, then up to circle her clit. “My fingers? My mouth? Or my cock?”

She lifts her hips. “Yes. All of those.”

I lean over, bracing one hand next to her hip. My cock is full and throbbing and it’s because of this woman. Oh, Liam too. His hand is still on my back and I’m very aware that he’s watching me touch his girlfriend. That makes this so much hotter.

But I want Ivy. I want to make her come apart. I want to make her scream.

I’m very aware of Ford too, and I feel a fucking duty to make her scream with his eyes on us.

Ford is letting me do this. Oh, I know he’s letting Ivy call the shots, and this is all happening because it’s what Ivy wants, but still, I feel humbled that all three of them are putting me in this position.

I drag my finger through Ivy’s very wet, hot pussy. “You’re going to let me touch you, and taste you, and fuck you, Ivy?”

She takes a deep breath. “Yes. While Ford watches.”

Heat arrows through me, and I hear both of the other men growl softly.

I circle her clit with more pressure. “Oh, that’s a little naughty. You want to really tease him? Make him crazy?”

She bites her bottom lip, and one hand grips the duvet. “Yes,” she says, her voice a little ragged now as I tease her clit. “And I want Liam to fuck you while you fuck me.”

My hand freezes and I feel Liam tense beside me.

“ Fuuuuck , sweetheart,” I breathe out.

“Then—” Her eyes meet Ford’s. “I want you to take me hard, however you want to. Do anything you want to me.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. He shifts off the dresser.

Ivy lifts her hands to her breasts, playing with her nipples. “You all make me feel so sexy. Like I’m being worshiped. Like I make you crazy. I love that.”

I slide a finger into her, loving the tight, hot grip of her pussy. “You do make us crazy. You’re a fucking goddess. Of course you deserve worship.”

She pinches her nipples, moving her hips restlessly against the duvet as I move my finger in and out. “You all make me wanton.” She moans. “God, I just want you all . All the time. How can I be with three of you and not get enough?”

I add a finger and lean in, kissing her, then say, “Because we’re so damned good to you.” I finger fuck her a little faster. “So damned good for you.”

She nods. “I know.”

“Because we all love giving you pleasure. Love giving you everything you need and want.” I kiss her again. “Just love you ,” I say softer.

Her breath catches, but then I curl my fingers against her G-spot and she moans.

“God, you are gorgeous,” Liam says gruffly.

He’s gripping my shoulder and I can feel the tension emanating from him.

I bend and take one of her nipples with my mouth, sucking hard, and she shatters.

“Oh, god! Yes!”

Her pussy clenches around my fingers and I immediately slip them from her body. I lift them to Liam’s mouth, and he sucks them clean as I drop to my knees. Then I pull Ivy’s ass to the edge of the mattress and lean in, licking that sweetness up, circling her clit with my tongue, sucking hard as she cries out again then fucking my tongue into her.

Fuck. She’s amazing.

The things the four of us are going to do to and with each other.

The opportunities are endless.

I feel Liam’s hand run up my back, his fingers sliding into my hair, then gripping as I eat at Ivy, making her cry and gasp, until she’s almost there again. But I don’t let her come.

I stand swiftly, shoving my jeans and underwear down and kicking them off. I fist my cock.

“Fuck, Ivy, you’re amazing.”

Her hair is tousled, her lips swollen and pink, and she’s breathing heavily, looking happy and sated—and we’re just getting started.

“You still want my cock?” I ask, pumping my fist up and down.

“God yes,” she says enthusiastically. She looks at Liam. “And I want you to fuck me with Harrison.”

He blows out a breath. “You’ve adjusted pretty quickly to having three men in your bed, haven’t you?”

“It’s…incredible,” she says.

He laughs. “I think I can speak for all of us when I say we’re very happy to hear that.” He looks up at me. His smile dies, his eyes heat, and his voice deepens. “Very happy.”

I nod. “Yeah.”

He reaches back and grasps his shirt, pulling it over his head. Then he strips out of the rest of his clothes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Ivy watching him, but I can’t fully take my eyes off of him. The desire I feel for him is as intense as ever.

“Liam—”

He cuts me off by stepping forward, grasping the back of my neck, and pulling me in for a hard kiss.

It’s hot and deep, his fingers gripping my neck, our bodies pressed against one another.

He pulls back, still holding my neck and says, “Fuck my girlfriend well, Harrison.”

“I intend to.”

“And take my cock like a good boy while you do it.”

Fuck . “Yes, sir.”

He growls again, squeezing my neck. Then he moves behind me, nudging me toward the bed. Ivy is watching us, her gorgeous body spread out for us, her pussy wet—from me, for me—just waiting.

I stroke myself again, taking her in. “God, this is like a dream.”

She smiles, stretching like a cat, spreading her thighs wider. “A very dirty dream.”

I lean over, bracing my hands on either side of her hips. I kiss her as I feel Liam move in behind me.

Then she says, “Love me, Harrison. With Liam.”

And I’m one-hundred percent sure I already do.