Page 31 of Reckless Forever (Jennings Mafia Family #3)

I sat up quickly, needing to breathe, but he wasn’t done. He grabbed my hair, slid back into my mouth, and fucked it like he owned it, and I guess he did. His strokes become jerky almost immediately. “I’m about to nut. You gone swallow that shit for me?”

“Mmhmm.” My voice was muffled, but I stroked him with my hand and let him cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop, eyes on him, loving how pleasing him did something to us both.

He didn’t even give me a minute. “Turn around,” he commanded, voice raspy. I bit my lip and did as I was told. Getting on all fours, I arched my back. He slid into me inch by inch until he bottomed out, making me cry out. His hands snaked around my waist, slamming me back onto him.

“Shittt,” he groaned, catching a rhythm.

“Judah.”

“What, baby?” He taunted me. And I could tell without seeing it that he had that cocky smirk on his face.

“I can’t,” I whined, clawing at the sheets, my knees shaking.

“Yes, you can, Ma. Take that dick for me.” He slapped my ass hard, and I screamed.

When I tried to crawl forward, his voice sharpened. “You told me this my pussy, Ivy. Why you running from me?”

My body arched against him; it wasn’t even painful. Just some intense pleasure that I was trying to escape. It had me on the verge of losing my mind.

Once I collapsed on my stomach, he put me in a vice grip. His hand pinning my arm behind my back, his other forcing my chin up. He fucked me through my climax, groaning when I clenched tight around him.

“Who told you to cum?” he growled in my ear.

“You,” I was on the verge of tears.

“Nah, you did that shit on your own. Now give me another one.”

He rolled me onto my side, his leg over mine, his fingers strumming my clit while he fucked me from behind. I screamed, my body malfunctioning as another orgasm tore through me. His mouth crashed into mine, passionately biting me.

“Where you want me to nut, Ivy?” he grunted, going harder.

“Cum in my pussy,” I answered, nails clawing at his wrist.

That sent him over the edge. He cursed and bit my shoulder as he released inside me, both of us panting, bodies sticky with sweat.

After, we lay tangled in each other. My throat was on fire from screaming his name and having ten or more inches down my throat. He kissed my temple before he walked toward the bathroom.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” I exhaled as I waited for him to start the shower. I didn’t want to stand for any longer than I had to.

This was the perfect ending to the kind of day I’d sit on the balcony in Bolivia and dream about. Engaged, happy, and bound to the man who I wanted on my side and in my guts for the rest of my life.

“Baby, you do know that we own this, and I could’ve had someone bring you whatever you want, right?” Judah groaned as we pulled up to the mall.

I smiled. “I do know. You’ve reminded me of that the whole way here.

But luxury can’t replace experiences, and I’ve never been to an American mall.

” I grinned at his discomfort. Judah was definitely the type to just pay for whatever he couldn’t be bothered with handling.

But I wanted to experience these things for myself.

We pulled into the Kingsway Plaza, and it was swarming with people. I was amazed that they owned a place like this. There were so many shops that seemed so much more modern than the ones back in Bolivia. Even with money, there were still some things the country just didn’t have.

I didn’t know where to start, but I might as well begin at the top. We walked through each store, hand in hand. The first store we entered was a fragrance store.

It was one of my guilty pleasures, and I loved to smell good. I dragged him there first.

“Hey guys, welcome to Noted. What brings you by, Boss? The cashier greeted us with a smile as we walked to the wall of fragrances.

“What’s up, Tasha? My wife wants something, get her right.” He said as he put the phone to his ear and began to stroll off. She and I both stood still at the term wife, before we finally got it together and she took me to a display case.

“I have so many of the classics,” she said, naming things that I had never heard of, and some that I had to order online, hoping they smelled good.

I tested them all, sorting them into piles that I liked and those that were a definite no. Judah walked back over to me just as she was handing me her signature scent that she said she had made herself.

“You like this baby?” I questioned without smelling it first myself.

“Hate it,” he said, and I almost choked. I looked at her eyes wide as she burst into laughter. I’m glad that she was a good sport because he was wrong. I held in my amusement so that I didn’t seem rude.

“You don’t like it?” she asked like she had misheard him.

“Do you?” He asked her, and this time, I couldn’t contain myself, neither could she. But he was as still as stone.

“Noted, I’ll get back in the lab,” she nodded.

“I’ll make you a deal, Tasha. Since I support my employees, I’ll pay for you to take a class. BUT if you make something like that again, I want my money back.” He smirked as he waited for her decision.

“Deal,” she said as they shook hands, and she bagged up my items, and he paid for them.

I waited until we were out of the shop, and I turned to him and just looked. He started laughing.

“I’m honest, I wanted to tell her it smelled like dog water.” He chuckled and grabbed my hand as we walked into a shoe store.

We had barely crossed the entrance when I felt eyes on me. When I scanned the store, I locked eyes with a woman sipping an Icee and giving me the filthiest look. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, but something in Judah’s body language told me this wasn’t just some random.

“Baby… you know her?” I asked, nodding toward the woman.

His jaw flexed. “That’s Alexis.”

I recognized the name because he’d mentioned her once when she was blowing him up in the middle of the night, and he blocked her. Before I could ask anything else, she stomped her way over, Icee in hand, attitude colder than the drink.

“So this is why you won’t answer the phone?” she snapped, folding her arms like she was demanding a response.

Judah didn’t even blink. “Lex, you know damn well I don’t owe you an explanation. And don’t disrespect my wife.”

Embarrassment washed over her face before she tried to mask it. Then she let out a low laugh. “Wife? Please. This bitch isn’t even your type.”

I caught Judah’s hand inching toward his waist, and that was my cue to intervene. I stepped forward before he could take it too far.

“Alexis, right?” My voice was as calm as a Bolivian summer night. I tilted my head with a smile that wasn’t really a smile. “You’re right, I’m not his type. I’m Ivy. Cartel princess and the wife of a national Mafia elite.”

Her eyes dropped to my hand the second I lifted it, the diamond catching the light. The envy on her face was evident.

“You see this ring? That’s not just jewelry, it’s a bond. A blood oath. One cough from me, and the men in plain clothes around this mall would swallow you whole. No questions asked.”

I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice so only she could hear. “And beyond that? I’m a scientist. Have you ever heard of ricin? Less than a grain of salt stops the heart. I could smear it on the tip of that straw, and you’d never even taste it. Don’t die over my husband.”

For a second, she just stood frozen, then she spun on her heels and stormed out of the store.

Judah slid a hand around my waist, pressing his mouth against my jaw. His whisper was almost a growl, “Say some shit like that again, and I’ll eat your pussy in the bathroom.”

I giggled, tugged his chin so he had to look me dead in the eyes. “Then don’t let another woman approach me.”

He smirked. “Yes, ma’am.”

I swatted his chest playfully and continued to find shoes that I wanted. I wasn’t bothered in the least bit by seeing Alexis and her comments about me not being his type. What did being his type get her?

After I finished going through the Kingsway Plaza like a madwoman, he carried all my things to the truck, and we got back inside.

His phone rang, and it was Storm. He put the phone on speaker.

“What’s up, Rainstorm?” He questioned.

“Nothing, is Ivy with you? We forgot to grab her number.”

“Don’t call me looking for nobody else,” he joked.

“Hey!” I cut him off and spoke to her.

“Hey boo, I wanted to know if it would be okay for us to throw you a bachelorette party. Me and the girls thought that it would be a good way for you to be introduced into the family and get you out of the house and have some fun.”

“That’s nice, I actually would appreciate that,” I smiled before Judah whipped his neck like I had cursed him out.

“Great, get my number from Judah so I can add you to our chat.” She said before I agreed, and he disconnected the call.

Judah was quiet, and his body was tense.

“What’s wrong with you?” I questioned.

“Baby…. I just don’t trust you with Storm. I love her, but you gotta be prepared to hang out with her. She’s little and she’s quiet, but that muhfucka is a thug. If anybody tells me they saw you standing on the couch, I’ma come show my ass Shorty.”

“No couches, unless-”

“Stop playing with me, Ivy.” He cut in, making me laugh.

I threw my head back, giggling. “Relax, baby. I promise, no couches. Unless it’s for sitting pretty.”

He gave me a side-eye, “Yeah, that’s what you say now until Storm has you full of hookah smoke and Hennessy.”

I slapped his arm. “Judah.”

He laughed this time, the sound rolling through the truck like he knew something I didn’t, as he reached over and squeezed my thigh. “Aight, don’t say I didn’t tell you. A party with Storm doesn’t stop; you’ll be on a table before you know it.”

“Then you better come dance with me,” I shot back.

He leaned over, kissed me slowly and deeply, then pulled back just enough to whisper.

“No standing on couches, Ivy.”

I smiled against his lips, “We’ll see.”

Even though I hadn’t really imagined wanting one, the thought of a bachelorette party was nice.

It was such a sweet, thoughtful gesture, and I was genuinely touched that she had suggested it.

I actually welcomed it. For once, I could let my hair down and just be me with no security and no Cartel. Just fun.

Earlier, Judah and I had met with a wedding planner, or I had.

Judah had barely said a word before letting me take over entirely.

“There’s no budget. Whatever she wants, she gets.

I’m just here for moral support,” he had said, his voice nonchalant.

Somehow, that made me feel even more confident in my decision to marry him.

We set the date for thirty days from now, and the planner was confident she could fulfill all my requests without any questions. Thirty days to my forever.