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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 weallare.”
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’snotjust 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.
Doingthisfor 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 thiswon’thappen 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?”