Page 10 of Reckless Forever (Jennings Mafia Family #3)

“I don’t like whatever has been taking your time from me, Judah.

I haven’t seen you since you went to Bolivia.

Now you’re home, and you didn’t even hit me up.

What’s going on? What did I do to you?” Alexis whined from the other end of the phone.

I just held the phone to my ear and let her rock.

I wasn’t in the business of giving anybody any answers or reassurance. I wasn’t the nigga for that.

Then the doorbell rang, and I slid to the edge of the couch to go get the door.

“Let me hit you back, Lex.” I cut her off mid-sentence.

“Who the fuck you got coming over there, Judah?” She snapped before I disconnected the call.

I walked over to the door and pulled it open, already knowing who was on the other side of it. Taylor stood on the other side, finer than frog hair. As soon as I pulled open the door, she smiled. Tay was on the taller side and had legs and ass for days.

She was wearing this lime green two-piece crop top and skirt set that looked good against her brown skin, and my dick bricked as soon as she stepped through the door.

“You missed me?” She asked, looking down at the bulge in my pants.

“Hell yeah,” I admitted, tucking my lip between my teeth as I scanned her body.

Taylor was cold, and her head was the best I had ever had.

We started fucking around right after Jax and Kennedy got married.

It was something about the Cross women that knew how to play their role.

No matter how many times I had been in her guts, Tay never wanted to be my girlfriend.

When I called, she slid through and we did whatever, and then she dipped.

Then I wouldn’t hear from her again until one of us wanted to fuck.

Lex, on the other hand, was wild. That muhfucka was a freak, but she wanted to be in a relationship.

And she thought that because I invited her to one damn trip for Jax’s honeymoon that solidified her spot as my girl.

Her ass did the most sometimes and did shit like popping up to the condo and calling me a million times when I didn’t answer.

This side of Lex wasn’t new. And I used to overlook it; now, everything she did annoyed the fuck out of me.

When you experience peace like Ivy, all that other bullshit gets tired quick.

“Come here, take that shit off,” I demanded as I sat down on the couch and watched her undress.

She gave me a smirk and then brought the top over her head.

Her titties spilled from underneath it. I watched through low eyes as she shimmied out of the skirt.

She was standing in the living room, naked as fuck as she stalked her way over to me.

She kneeled in front of me on the couch.

She reached up and slowly unbuttoned my dress shirt and then undid my pants.

“I missed you too,” She whispered as she trailed kisses on my stomach.

I leaned back and handed her a rubber. Then she reached into my boxers and freed my dick and stroked it slowly. No sooner than she tore it open, did my phone ring. I knew that it was Alexis’ crazy ass, probably telling me that she was downstairs. So, I pressed the side of it to silence it.

I tried to ignore it, but once it rang for a second time, I had to make sure that it wasn’t business. But it wasn’t the Mafia, it was Ivy. I blew out a deep breath because as soon as I saw the picture of her on the screen, my dick deflated in Tay’s hand.

Her eyes shot up to me, with her brows furrowed in confusion as she struggled to slide the condom on my dick that was shrinking.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she started to stroke it again, trying to bring the life back in that lil nigga.

“To be real with you, Tay, I don’t even know. I’ll fuck with you later,” I swatted her hand and stuffed my shit back into my boxers before I stood up in front of her, zipped my pants back up, and walked around her toward the door to let her out.

She didn’t move for a second, and I know she was probably shocked. I was the one who told her to fall through, and now I was kicking her out.

“Did I do something to you?” She asked, getting up from her position and going over to her clothes that lay on the floor, and put them on quickly.

“Nah, you good Shorty. I’ll see you later,” I lied. This was the last time that her ass was going to hear from me, too.

She nodded, and she ran her hands over her hair before she walked out the door without any other questions.

I couldn’t even find it in me to call Ivy right back; the shit made me feel guilty like I had gotten caught cheating on her.

I paced the floor and then went to shower.

I hadn’t fucked since the day before I went to Bolivia.

We had been back for almost a month, and the first time I tried to get some pussy this shit happens.

When I got out of the shower, I called Ivy. I ain’t gone lie, I was kind of hoping that she didn’t even answer. I still felt a little tight in my chest.

“Hey,” she said as soon as she answered the phone. Hearing her voice was the first time that I didn’t feel tense all night.

“What’s up, beautiful?” I asked, feeling like an ain’t shit nigga.

Which was crazy, because I had no problem feeling like one for the last twenty-seven years of my life.

Ivy wasn’t even my girl for real, and I didn’t owe her anything.

Not to mention that since I had been back in the States, she was giving me this friendship bullshit again.

“Nothing, I had good news that I wanted to share with you,” I could hear it in her voice that she was smiling on the other end of the phone. As soon as I heard her voice, my dick bricked up again. Ain’t that about a bitch?

“Aight,” I said as I waited for whatever made her so happy. “What’s up?”

“The Country is recognizing me with an award for my action plan for the crisis.” I could hear it in her voice that she was excited. The way she handled herself on that call made her deserve it.

“That’s good, baby, I’m proud of you,” I admitted honestly, glad that I got to watch her in her element in real time.

She went quiet on the other end of the phone. I took the phone away from my ear to see if she was still there, and she was.

“Ivy?”

“Yeah?” She asked lowly.

“Why you get quiet? You don’t want a nigga to be proud of you? I can take my shit back,” I said as I threw on some gym shorts.

She laughed. “No, the terms of endearment. We’ve already discussed this, Judah. Friendship. Beautiful, baby, Ma, can we just stay away from terms like that?”

I didn’t even realize I had called her baby; it just happened. I wanted to tell her fuck no, we can’t. But I held my tongue, I wasn’t going to push her too hard until I figured out what was going on in my own head.

“I’m proud of you, Shorty. Let me hit you back in a second.” I doubled down before disconnecting the call without waiting for her response.

I paced the floor and tried to figure out my next move.

Every time I came up with a plan, it led me to a dead end.

After a while, I came to the conclusion that this wasn’t going to be a one-man job, and I needed reinforcements.

I typed the message and hesitated when I was done, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to figure this out on my own.

Then I added my two favorite people to a group chat and pressed send.

Storm and Kennedy.

Me: This is a 911 emergency. Rain and Kenn come to the Estate tomorrow. It’s important. I love my nieces and nephews, but don’t bring them. I have nice shit here.

I felt about them the way I knew they felt about me; I was going to regret it, but I was going to have to ask anyway. Storm’s ass was probably going to ask a million and one questions, and Kennedy was going to have a joke to say. But I would have to take that to the chin.

I set the phone down and thought about Ivy. Everything felt like it was about to shift, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready.