Page 121 of Clint & Ivy
“I know you’re lying!” Elle cried. “I look at your face and see no lies, but I feel in my heart that you’re blowing smoke up my very fine ass.”
Elle and Ivy stepped closer together before moving in unison toward me. The women were like predators trying to bring down prey far out of their league.
Changing tactics, Elle put on a pout and blinked wildly. “What did I do wrong?”
“Are you trying to cry?” I asked while Ivy hugged me.
“You made Elle sad,” Ivy said, fucking with me. “You’ve hurt her self-esteem.”
Approving of that attack angle, Elle’s eyes widened. “You’re making me doubt myself,” she added, leaning into her bullshit. “Maybe I should quit the club. I mean, I’ll still wear my vest and hang out with our friends, but I will no longer call you my master.”
“You’ve never once called me that.”
“Not to your face, but I show submission when you’re not around.”
“Uh-huh,” I said and sighed. “I’m getting myself a drink.”
“The shifty behavior of a liar,” Elle told Ivy. “How could you love a man so devious?”
“You love him, too.”
“Yeah, but I was born into a family where I was expected to love him. There was no choice involved. You’re the one with the money to dump his ass. I demand you ditch him to make me feel better.”
“Okay,” Ivy said and smiled. “I’ll move to LA with you and Sutter. Do you think my lack of driving ability will cause issues?”
“Oh, yeah, we can’t live in that city without you knowing how to drive. Well, I guess we’ll just go for a vacation after we get the truth out of Clint.”
The women watched me as I slowly drank my kombucha. I finished the can before sighing deeply.
“Zodiac Bondi wants to fuck Elle,” I told Ivy.
“Is that a real person or a Bond villain?” Ivy asked, making Elle snicker.
Frowning at my sister, I grumbled, “I’m serious.”
“Of course, he wants some of this,” Elle said, sashaying around the room. “As I mentioned earlier, I do have a very fine ass,” she added while smacking it. “I can’t believe you never noticed my hotness before, Clint. I’ve been aware of your good looks since we were kids and old ladies started pinching your cheeks and stuffing dollar bills in your pockets.”
“This guy might be our enemy,” I said, refusing to get suckered into her goofball shit. “He leers at you to distract me.”
“Wait, then, heisn’tinterested in my fine ass?” Elle asked and frowned at Ivy. “Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?”
“If I grow old without a man, I’d consider using lube with you.”
Smiling, I asked, “Is that your way of saying you met Darby today?”
Ivy shared my smile. “She was bench pressing my body weight.”
“That’s not really saying much,” Elle muttered as she sat on the floor and allowed the dogs to worship her. “I don’t understand what’s happening, Clint.”
“You’re acting overly dramatic because your ego got dinged by me bringing Cher over you.”
“Her arms are like noodles,” Elle said with complete sincerity. “Cher can barely punch.”
“True, but she can use a gun and has surprisingly powerful thighs. I saw her kick a guy in the balls once. I remember the exact moment when he lost the will to live.”
“Yes, but I can do all that, too. Plus, I have these lady guns right here.”
Babying Elle, Ivy leaned down to squeeze my sister’s flexed biceps before nodding as if impressed.
