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Out of our system.
Right. Because she and Liam are together for the long haul. But they have feelings for us, and there’s unfinished business here.
“Out of our systems in bed?” I ask, needing to know exactly what she’s saying.
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“While we’re in town. However long it takes for me to sell the house,” she says. “And…” She glances at Liam. “If you guys want to see us when you come to L.A., we’d love that.”
“So an ongoing friends-with-benefits, fuck-buddies kind of thing?”
She doesn’t lookhappy. She’s chewing on the inside of her cheek. But she nods.
I blow out a breath.
Fuck. I’m in love with her and she wants me to fuck around with her and her boyfriend, the man she’s probably going to marry.
But…I guess that’s a step-up from her marrying Brad, and me never, ever having the chance to kiss her, hold her, make her laugh, make her come.
“I’m in,” I say.
She looks surprised. But then she smiles. “Oh. Okay. Good.”
“Let’s go,” Liam says. He starts out of the kitchen. Then he stops in the doorway. Sighs. Then turns back. He glares at Harrison. “I don’t know the way to the bedroom.”
Harrison growls, but stomps across the floor. He shoves Liam in the direction of the bedroom. “Come on.”
I start in that direction as well, but realize Ivy is hanging back. I turn to her. “You okay?”
“I um…” She sighs. “Sex with Liam and Harrison sounds really hot, but…should we wear helmets or football pads or something? It suddenly seems dangerous to get between them.”
And that makes the tightness in my chest loosen slightly. I grin and extend my hand. “I’ll keep you safe.”
She hesitates, but then gives me a smile and takes my hand. “Well…nottoosafe. I don’t mind things a little rough.”
Which makesmegrowl, then bend and throw her over my shoulder and head in the direction of Harrison’s bedroom.
CHAPTER 18
Liam
I should have knownHarrison would piss me off and turn me on all at the same time.
Even as I was trying to tell him I want to be with him, he was fighting with me about it.
Standing in the hallway of his giant house with a throbbing dick and staring at a literal sea of doors, I glare at him. “How many fucking bedrooms does one man need?”
I thought he would just jump at the chance to fuck me, but he caught me off guard by probing into my feelings. I also thought I was being pretty damn clear about where my head and heart are at, but he wanted more. Nothing shocking there—Harrison wants more of something.
He’s going to get more. He will get all the more he can fucking handle.
Harrison stops in front of a door and throws it open. “We’ll start here tonight and then fuck our way down the hall until we run out of rooms.”
My cock immediately jumps in my jeans. “Then start all over again?”
“Depends on how many days you plan on staying.”