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We’re grown-assed adults. The three people I’m with just need a little nudge.
Or a Let’s Fucking Go shove.
I get out of the car and jog up to the door. I step into the room and immediately strip my shirt off, and head for the bathroom.
“Whoo! I’m soaked.” I grab a towel from the rack and run it over my hair. “How about you, Ivy? Bet you’re pretty wet, aren’t ya’?”
Both Ivy and Liam are standing in the middle of the dinky room, between the beds, watching me as I rub my hair with the towel. I’m nottotallyfull of myself, but I don’t spend an hour and a half in the gym every day because I like the smell of sweat. It keeps me healthy and strong, and the people I like to fuck seem to appreciate the muscles it produces.
I drag the towel over my chest and down my abs. “Ivy?”
She’s following the path of the white cloth. “Yeah?”
“Are you wet?”
It’s a stupid question. She is, of course. We all are. It’s pouring outside and even running the thirty feet from the car to the motel drenched us all.
Her blonde hair is hanging straight, and water is dripping from the ends. A drop of water runs from her hairline down her temple, over her pretty cheek, to her jaw.
Her tongue pokes out and slides over her lower lip. “Um,” is all she says as she watches me drag the towel over my arm.
Liam steps in front of her, blocking my view. Except that I’m tall enough I can see her over his head.
“Knock it off,” he tells me with a frown.
I chuckle. “Oh, don’t worry, William,” I say. “I’m paying attention to you, too.” I step forward and lift the towel to his face, dragging it over his cheek and down his neck.
His lips fall open. “Just…” He clears his throat. “Leave Ivy alone.”
“If she wants me to,” I agree. I loop the towel around his neck and look past him at Ivy. Then I drop my hands to my button and zipper, undoing them and pushing the wet shorts over my hips. “You feeling bothered by me, Ivy girl?”
She’s watching me strip, her eyes wide. Her gaze goes to the mirror on the wall behind me, where she’s got a good view of my ass.
“No.” Her voice is soft.
I grin at Liam as I toe off my shoes and step out of my shorts. “See? No problem.”
“Harrison.”
I look over at Ford. He’s standing by the window with the bed between him and Ivy.Helooks bothered. He’s watching Ivy watch me.
“Everything is good, buddy,” I tell him. “Just go with it.”
I’m in only my black briefs. They’re a little wet too, but I don’t intend to keep them on for long. I step into Liam, grabbing both ends of the towel around his neck. I pull him close and kiss him. It’s a hard, short kiss. Just a warm-up. Just to let him know what’s coming. “Save my spot,” I say against his lips beforeletting him go, pushing him down to sit on the bed to my right, and stepping past his knees to Ivy.
I take her by both upper arms. She’s staring at my mouth, maybe replaying my kiss with Liam.
“I’m going to share a bed with Liam, so you’re going to be over here with Ford, okay?” I say, turning her and walking her one step to the other bed.
This room is so fucking small it’s going to feel like we’re all in bed together, anyway.
“Oh,” she looks over her shoulder at Ford. “Okay.”
“That’s not—” Liam starts.
“Ford and I are too big to share a bed,” I cut him off without even looking at him.
As if I don’t know Liam has feelings for Ivy, too.