Page 62 of Thorns of Malice

"Ivy!" he bellows.

I slide my hand over Dax's cock, stroking it, still kissing Lilly, then I retreat.

She's breathless, with the same greedy look in her eyes from years ago.

I ask her, "Have you thought of me and that night?"

She grins, reaching for Dax's balls, squeezing them while I stroke his cock, lowering her voice and answering, "All the time. You have one of the best pussies I've ever eaten."

My heart races faster.

Dax's erection hardens even more.

Lilly's perfume, the same one Avery used to wear, intoxicates me further.

I softly laugh and motion with my eyes toward Dax.

Lilly smirks, and we move our faces toward his. She dips to the curve of his neck.

He tugs my head, and the intensity of Lilly's kiss disappears. It's Dax and me, two kids in college, adrenaline racing and hearts beating wildly, even though Lilly's hot body is right next to mine.

He tugs me closer to him, and I retreat from our kiss, slightly breathless, asking, "Are you feeling better now?"

His lips twitch.

I move my hand above his belt buckle, asking, "Dax, does Avery like Bobby?"

The devil appears in his expression, mixing with caution. He studies me.

"Does she?" I goad.

He admits, "Depends on what they're trying to accomplish. Isn't that right?"

Lilly laughs and tries to kiss Dax on the lips again, but he moves his chin.

"Aww, you're not being very fun, Dax," she whines.

"Don't worry, Lilly. We'll still have our fun tonight," I declare and wink.

Dax's disapproval is clear.

"Strip, Lilly. Avery, you too, but keep your bras and panties on," I command.

"Ivy—"

I cover Dax's mouth with my finger. I'm in charge tonight, not him.

Their dresses fall to the floor. Avery saunters over and strokes my hair. "What's next, my sexy slut?"

Dax roars, "Get away from her."

"Shush!" I scold.

"Don't touch her!" Dax warns.

"Learn to share, Dax. Ivy isn't yours to keep to yourself. She wasn't ten years ago and she isn't now," Avery hurls.

I wasn't ever his.

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