Page 92 of Clint & Ivy

“You should move in,” Green-hair announced. “We’ll turn Ivy into a fox. You can have her back in two to four years.”

“Look, I’m as big a fan of Ivy as anyone,” Rowdy announced before Clint could speak. “But there is no way that itty-bitty lady is controlling a hog.”

Grunting, I declared, “I can control it.”

Still sitting behind me on the couch, Goldie tapped my head until I looked up at her. “He means a motorcycle, not Clint’s package.”

Shrugging, I mumbled, “Oh, well, then, Rowdy’s right. I can’t control that hog, but I’m more than ready to control the other kind of hog.”

Clint cracked up. Others followed. Maybe I was already laughing. My head felt a little weird. Not in a bad way. More in a trippy, problems-be-damned way.

I sensed Clint would normally be more relaxed with his friends, so I assured him I was okay. In fact, I was more than okay! I was unburdened by my normal hangups. I forgot about my scars, or how I had never danced in front of anyone.

Once my hair was wild with braids, I bounced around with the foxes on the back deck. They swayed to the music, singing along with the lyrics. I didn’t know the words, but that didn’t stop me from joining in.

By the time Lula arrived in a T-shirt, black jeans, and her club vest, I was flying on a cloud. She laughed when I hugged her and mumbled an overly emotional “thank you” in her ear.

“That’s how the Reed family rolls,” Lula said and wrapped me in her arms. “And you’re one of us now.”

Her words broke me a little. I already felt a strong connection with Clint’s mom and sister. But tonight, with his friends welcoming me into their group, I became closer to the woman I always dreamed of being.

And that woman was a confident sexual beast with her eye on flashing a very sexy biker soon.

CLINT

Elle swore she onlygave Ivy a single gummy bear shot. I couldn’t imagine a small amount of alcohol sparked such a wild reaction from my woman.

I found myself standing in the backyard with my club brothers while the women partied on the back porch. Ivy sipped from a shot glass over the next hour while the foxes were throwing back shot after shot.

The guys had finally relaxed. My earlier warnings about Ivy had made them antsy. Only Rowdy seemed comfortable around her. Now, the other guys saw her partying with the foxes. Like me, they realized our antics wouldn’t break her.

Ivy walked over to me regularly and offered a hug. I thought she wanted reassurance. But then, she came over and patted my ass. That inspired laughter from the men, but the foxes went wild as if they’d been the ones sending her to me.

As Ivy danced around me, I warned, “Don’t let them get you into trouble.”

“In trouble with who?” she asked, smiling up at me.

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