Page 12 of Seeds of Malice

"Who doesn't like burgers?"

"You'd be surprised. But we're going to grill burgers with real buns. Tell me you eat bread, please."

She wrinkles her forehead. "Of course I eat bread. Why wouldn't I?"

I squeeze her thigh. "That's my girl."

"I'm confused. Why are you asking me if I eat bread?" she questions.

"Because none of the girls around here do. They're all worried about their carbohydrate intake."

She softly laughs. "Oh. I've not had to worry about that yet."

I move my hand higher, and she shifts. Her thighs are thicker than most of the anorexic bitches around here. It's another thing they'll make sure she feels horrible about, but I'm tired of not having anything to hold on to but bones while fucking. So I'm going to enjoy it until Ivy starts to starve herself to become like them, which she undoubtedly will eventually do. So I honestlyagree, "No, you definitely don't. Promise me you'll keep these thighs just like they are." I squeeze them again.

She glances at my hand, and her lips twitch.

I steer the golf cart around the bend, then go through a small, wooded trail. When we come out, the pool's only a few yards away.

Bobby's there, along with my sister Avery and little brother Cooper. Avery's nineteen. Cooper's seventeen.

Ivy asks, "Are those your friends?"

"Just Bobby. The other two I'm related to, unfortunately," I mutter.

"Sibling love. Noted," she says in an amused tone.

I pull the golf cart over, and Avery shrieks, "Don't you dare, Bobby!"

He waves my sister's bikini top higher in the air.

She holds her arms over her breasts.

He taunts, "You shouldn't leave this lying around."

She reaches for it, and he holds it out higher. She demands, "Give it to me, Bobby."

He dangles it, but it's still out of her reach. He wiggles his eyebrows. "What do you want to give me for it?"

"Give her her top," I order.

One thing about Bobby, he's known my sister and brother forever—as long as he's known me. But it annoys the fuck out of me when he flirts with my sister. They have a love-haterelationship going on, and while he swears he's never screwed her, I don't fully believe him. It's one of those things I've not pushed to know. The thought makes me want to hurl.

Avery glances at us, then narrows her eyes. She gives Ivy a once-over, then slowly puts her hands on her hips, showcasing her fake tits.

"Put your top on, Avery," I order.

She shoots a glare in my direction. "Order someone else around, Dax." She refocuses on Ivy. "And who do we have here?"

"Bobby, give her the top!" I exclaim.

He glances over at me.

"Now," I demand.

He tosses it at Avery and turns his grin on Ivy, chirping, "Well, well, well. It's so nice to see some fresh blood around here."

I get out of the golf cart, as does Ivy. I lead her toward them, announcing, "This is Ivy."

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