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I don’t own her. She’s not mine.

She’s right, I had my chance, and I went withnotfucking her.

I’ll have to live with that forever.

Shelby’s laughter from the kitchen draws our attention, and Ivy glances at me.

“She better not sleep with my dad.”

I scoff, shaking my head.

“We’re not fucking kids, Ivy. It’s not all about our dicks.”

“Shame.”

A chuckle dies in my throat at her boldness, and I wonder what she’d do if I marched over there and ripped her clothes from her body, making her mine once and for all.

“You gonna stop this?” I ask, stepping back from the smoke.

Ivy turns her head to look at me, lifting from the chair so I can see the swell of her breasts. Her lips part as she gazes at me, and our eyes lock.

She gives me a look that tells me she’s about to do something bad, and she turns so her breasts are on full display, and she takes her sweet time pulling her straps up.

Her nipples are large and pert, and my mouth waters. I want to devour them.

My eyes must give me away because Ivy trails a finger down her chest, all the way down to her core.

“Stop what?” Ivy bites her lip, playing with herself in broad daylight.

“Ivy, stop it,” I command, as she moans softly.

“I can’t, Griffin.”

“Don’t let that meat burn!” Kevin hollers from the house, leaning out the kitchen window.

Ivy gazes at me, and I swear it takes everything I have to keep my composure.

“Stop,” I ask hoarsely, unable to stop watching her.

“You said you want me. You said you wanted to fuck me hard, Griffin.”

Ivy doesn’t give a shit that her dad and Shelby are so close by; she’s going in for the kill.

“And I told you, we can’t,” I grit out.

I turn away, my dick throbbing in my pants as she sighs from behind me.

My heart feels swollen; the thought of fucking her is too much to bear.

“Beers?” Shelby calls, dancing down the steps in her tiny outfit. How the fuck are two men not supposed tolook at these girls?

I’m ruined.

“Not for me; I’m going out tonight,” Ivy calls back, refusing to look at me.

Shelby sips her beer, widening her eyes at Ivy.

“With … ?”

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