Page 44 of Clint & Ivy

“I don’t know how to do things on my own. The woman I wanted to rebel with ditched me, so I gave up on being wild.”

Clint offered a soft, tempting smile. He was considering how, with a little guidance from him and his friends, I might tap into that wild side of myself again.

In Reno, I became a ghost haunting the mansion and hiding whenever my uncles showed up with women or friends. I never wanted to be that person again.

As Clint wrapped his arms around the front of me, I felt unburdened. His family was dying to see my tattoo. I knew they wouldn’t judge me. These people weren’t living their lives for an audience. They owned their choices and space, just like Clint did.

If I stopped hiding in my head, I’d learn to live the same way.

CLINT

Icouldn’t believeIvy’s tattoo gave me an erection. Or possibly, her soft skin was what riled me up. If we were alone when I saw this colorful anime cat tattoo, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands to myself. First, I’d stroke her back and hips. Eventually, my hands would have slid around the front to her belly and those perky tits tempting me through her gray top.

Since people surrounded us, I remained in control. I didn’t even kiss the tattoo despite it being inches from my lips. Instead, I stood and leaned Ivy back into my body. When she looked up at me, I planted a kiss on her smiling lips.

“Tonight, I expect to hear the details about that tattoo.”

“And you’ll show me yours.”

I gave her a naughty smile before noticing everyone watching us. Vanessa now leaned against Sabrina, seeming tired despite her nap.

“Now our turn,” Vanessa insisted.

Ivy reached for my hand for reassurance. Her gaze lifted to meet mine. I saw her insecurity. The kinder choice would be for me to tell everyone to back off. However, I sensed Ivy wanted to show off her tattoo.

“Vanessa, whip yours out first,” I insisted. “Let Ivy see how she’s one of the foxes.”

“Oh, I’ll whip mine out, too,” Sabrina said and reached for the front of her jeans. “Shield the children’s eyes. Mine is pornographic.”

“What children?” Elle asked, glancing at Sutter leading the Chihuahuas around the back yard. “There’s only the one boy, and he has no interest in your butt crack decoration.”

“I think she’s talking about me,” Pax said and stretched out on a deck chair. “I don’t want to see my baby’s body mutilation.”

Everyone frowned at him despite him always saying shit to rile up people.

Ivy soon got a look at the tramp stamps belonging to Sabrina, Vanessa, Xandy, and Moe. My sister kept her pants up and mostly whispered with our mom. I stared hard at Elle, wanting her to protect Ivy from any negative talk.

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