Page 36 of Reckless Forever (Jennings Mafia Family #3)

It was our third day of vacation, and I was enjoying the weather in Italy.

Over the years, it quickly became my favorite place to be.

After giving birth just three months ago, it was my first time away from our children, and I was enjoying the adult time.

The sun was shining, the air smelled of citrus, and the noise of the city in the distance was faint but relaxing.

I sat on the edge of the pool with a margarita, letting my feet brush the water, while Judah was inside between my legs, biting my bikini and kissing my stomach.

I leaned down and kissed him, pulling his lip into my mouth.

His hands were gripping my waist and holding me in place.

We parted, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and just sat in the moment.

If someone had told me that we would be here when we first met, I would have thought they were crazy. Here, we were married for three years and had two children. It was a surreal moment, but it was the best decision I had ever made.

“Did you know that Northern Italy has more storms in the summer than in any other season?” I asked him. He didn’t respond, but his laugh vibrated against my chest, making me smile.

“Ma,” he said as he pulled back from me, hands still around my waist.

“What, Judah?” I laughed. I knew he was about to disrespect all the knowledge that I was giving him.

A smirk washed over his face. “Fuck the summer. Open your legs and let me see my pussy.” I hollered out in laughter, but my amusement slowly started to fade when I realized that he wasn’t joking. Biting my lip, I blushed as I put both my legs on the edge of the pool.

He pulled my bikini to the side, and in a second, he had his head buried between my thighs. I struggled to hold the drink in my hand and set it on the ground beside me. My head fell back, and I palmed the back of his head while he ran his tongue over my clit.

“Shit,” I hissed as he lifted my bottom so he could have better access. I was supporting myself with my hands while he was holding me midair.

“Fuck, baby.” I moaned as I rolled my hips against his beard until I was bucking and struggling to keep my hands planted. I released hard over his face before he let me down gently.

“Come clean this up for me,” He growled.

I leaned forward and kissed him, cleaning any trace of my release from his face. By the time that I was done, his dick was out of his pants, and he was getting out of the pool and grabbing me by my waist to stand me up.

I pulled his hand and walked toward the sliding door of the house. He stopped short.

“Nah, bend your ass over right here,” he said as he stroked his dick.

We were in the backyard of our vacation home. Even though we had privacy hedges, we still had neighbors whose homes sat on the hills and could see us if they looked in our direction.

He pulled the strings of my bottoms on both sides and let them fall.

My thighs were the only thing that stopped it from hitting the ground.

Then he untied the back of my top, and it exposed my breast. He reached around the back and untied that too, and the whole top landed at our feet.

I didn’t protest at first, just let him take it as far as he wanted.

“Judah,” I warned with a smirk on my face.

“What?” He asked as he tugged on the bikini still stuck between my legs.

“Behave,”

“You telling him no?” He asked as he nodded toward his dick that was standing at attention. I looked down at it, raising an eyebrow, and then turned around to bend over one of the chairs.

He leaned down and placed soft kisses over my butt cheeks and ran his thumb up and down my opening. Then he slid into me, causing me to cry out. His hips snapped in a rhythm.

“You gone take this dick for me, Ivy?” He questioned through slow, deep strokes, in a tone that made me want to take whatever he had asked me to.

“Yeah, give it to me.”

“Grab your ankles for me,” He coached.

I let go of the chair and got into the position that I knew would have me shaking in two minutes.

“Just like that, Mama,” He praised, making me wetter.

He ran one hand up and down my back and the other pinched my nipple, and I knew that my knees were about to buckle. Judah didn’t even have to do the most, but the pressure that he brought every time made my body react without thinking. With each stroke, my moans got louder.

“You ready to cum for me?” He asked as he picked up the pace, and I knew that he was about to cum as well.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Give it to me then, baby.” He said as he sped up and gripped my ass. My legs started to shake. He brought me up and leaned forward to kiss me as he moaned into my mouth through his release.

I fell forward again over the chair, winded. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around him as I held on.

“Don’t tap out on me. That’s only round one,” he said into my neck as he carried me into the house.

“That’s your weather forecast for today.

I’m Ivy Jennings, and I’ll be back tomorrow morning with your latest,” I said, signing off with a smile.

The applause from the station crew echoed around the studio, warm and encouraging, giving me a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

As the lights dimmed and the cameras powered down, Judah stepped out from behind the teleprompter, that sexy, cocky smile plastered across his face.

Without a word, he closed the distance and pulled me into a brief but soft kiss that almost caused a moan to escape from my mouth. His arms wrapped around me.

“You did good, baby,” he said, his voice low but full of pride as he handed me a bouquet of my favorite flowers.

Our daughter, Naivy, had been watching quietly from Judah’s arms, her little eyes wide and curious as she looked around at all the lights.

I kissed her little cheek as she reached out for me to take her.

Then I knelt to hug Giannis. He leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheek; the simple gesture made me swoon and forget everything else for a moment.

This love from my family is worth way more than any other accomplishment.

The journey to this day hadn’t been simple.

I spent years handling crises in Bolivia and later in the States, and it had been exhausting.

The danger, pressure, and long hours, combined with being a wife and mother, left me feeling drained.

When I finally told Judah that I wanted to try something lighter, something that made me smile every morning instead of stressing me the hell out, he hadn’t hesitated.

He had turned the idea into action; he purchased some equipment to film and pitched a segment to a news station.

My first day had been nerve-racking. Judah convinced them to let him sit in for filming, and I had my godfather on the phone just to watch and give me moral support.

But Judah’s calm grounded me. His belief in me made the nerves disappear.

After the segment was wrapped, we went to celebrate, just the four of us, over a late lunch at our favorite spot.

Finally, I felt it: the completeness I had chased for years. This wasn’t just about a new job or a successful segment; it was about the life we had built together, the love we shared, and the children who made everything we had gone through to get to this moment worthwhile.

I took Judah’s hand, squeezing it gently, and looked at him with all the love in my heart. He looked up from the message that he was sending with his brows furrowed. Someone had pissed off the Boss, but it didn’t stop the words that escaped my mouth.

“Baby… this is perfect,” I whispered.

He smiled at me and placed a kiss on my temple. “This is how it’s supposed to be, Ivy. Just like this. Forever.”

I believed every bit of that statement. As I looked up in the sky, the words of my father came back to me.

That he and my mother would be guiding me through my marriage and my life, and I knew they were.

For the last few years, I hadn’t been sitting on the balcony in Bolivia dreaming of forever. I was living it.