Page 93 of Clint & Ivy

Jutting my thumb at my VP, I replied, “Rock.”

Ivy looked him up and down before shrugging and walking away. The guys erupted in laughter over her lack of fear. I couldn’t help chuckling at Rock’s glaring in my direction.

“You’re just too damn pretty,” Rowdy taunted Rock. “Let me bust you in the head with some bottles and steal a little of that beauty.”

As Rock and Rowdy did more of their macho wrestling bullshit, I watched Ivy dance on the porch. I could tell she was getting tired. Soon, she ended up on the steps with Goldie and Moe.

However, someone must have slipped her more booze. By the time the streaming music turned off and sisters Dalisay and Jas joined Vanessa and Graham in a jam session outside, Ivy was rubbing against me again.

“I don’t know this song,” she said as her fingers slid under my shirt. “Is this old?”

“I think they’re singing a song by Heart.”

Ivy’s hand moved upward, and she murmured, “I want to feel your heart.”

“How drunk are you?” I asked when her fingers on my flesh made my dick painfully hard.

“I’ve only been drinking juice for the last hour,” Ivy said and shoved her hand in my back pocket. “This is all me. You have a great ass.”

The guys laughed at her flirting. If any of the foxes said this shit, they’d think nothing of it. But over the last week, many of them got the idea that Ivy was a delicate flower. They weren’t expecting her horny antics.

I lifted Ivy onto my hips and kissed her. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding on tight.

I lost track of time as we made out. Ivy’s flavor stunned me like the hardest booze. There was no logic behind these feelings, which is why I trusted she belonged with me.

“Hey, there,” Elle said, forcing me to free Ivy’s lips.

I looked around to find everyone in different locations. The jam session had moved on to a new song. Hell, maybe they’d gone through a dozen. I had no idea how long Ivy and I had been making out.

“Goldie has offered her bedroom to use to work out whatever this is.”

“You know what it is,” I told my sister.

“Yeah, but I’m trying not to puke, so let me pretend to be oblivious to your boner.”

Ivy jumped down from her spot on my hips and smiled at Elle. “Where can we go?”

Elle took Ivy’s hand and walked toward the house. “When we first met, I never suspected you’d be so horny.”

“But you know what your brother looks like.”

“True, but he doesn’t give me a lady boner like he does you. I think it’s the incest issue holding back my attraction to him.”

This comment sent Ivy laughing so hard she leaned against a wall. I scooped her up and kept following Elle, despite knowing where the room was located.

“There’s only one rule,” Elle said after we entered Goldie’s room, filled with a massive collection of lava lamps. “No jizzing on the ceiling because that’d be difficult to clean afterward.”

Ivy looked up and burst into laughter again. She ended up on her ass from giggling so hard.

Elle looked at me and continued, “She isn’t drunk. Maybe a little overly relaxed, but she’s told me ‘No’ twenty times in the last hour. If she says ‘yes’ to you, take that shit to the bank.”

“Anything else?” I asked my sister, who normally didn’t need to prep me before sex.

“I know men like to shoot things, and these lava lamps make fetching targets, but don’t jizz on them, either.”

“He’s going to jizz in me,” Ivy said from the floor.

Elle nodded and winked at me. “Oh, yeah, he is.”

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