Page 8 of Reckless Forever (Jennings Mafia Family #3)

It was strange because he had only been here for three weeks, and these last couple of days without speaking to him felt awkward. He was a genuinely nice guy, and his presence is so big that it’s noticeable when he’s not around.

Judah: We just got the okay from our pilot for the jet, and we’re leaving tomorrow. Let me spend this last night with you.

Just as he crossed my mind, a message from him popped up on the screen.

I held the phone in my hand but didn’t respond for a while.

I didn’t know what I wanted to do because I thought my silence had pushed him away.

However, apparently, someone like Judah pursues what they want.

I couldn’t say it wasn’t a good trait, just one that wouldn’t end well.

Me: Same time.

I sent the message before I could talk myself out of it.

It was just one night that I had to fight my attraction for him.

And I know that I could do it. I got up from my position and went to take a bath.

I had about two hours until 10 p.m., but I was going to use every single minute in the tub, meditating my mind.

There was something that pulled me toward Judah, and I don’t know what it is.

I was so interested in getting to know more about him.

Who was Judah Jennings? He just had this energy that made me feel safe.

And as someone who takes a long time to open up, I questioned how I could feel like that about a stranger so quickly.

I went into the bathroom and slid down into the hot water, and it felt like all my worries instantly disappeared.

I closed my eyes and lay with my head against the marble rim of the tub.

I pulled out my phone and turned on some music as I relaxed and sang along to the songs.

Running more hot water every time it got cold.

Then I stood to shower and go through my nighttime routine. When I was finally finished, I glanced at the clock, and it was three minutes until Judah was walking through the door. That was something else that I noticed, he was always on time.

I was just finishing up with my body butter when he walked through the door and locked it behind him.

“Hey,” I said lowly.

“What’s up?” He asked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

Something was different about this interaction. I could tell that he was holding back. He wasn’t being his normal self. His eyes went to the TV. The show I had been watching had ended, and now it was a movie about a blizzard.

“Did you know that each snowflake is unique? And that the odds of them being identical are zero.” I dragged my eyes from the TV to him.

It was only then that he smiled and shook his head. I caught myself after I had said it.

“I should really stop doing that, huh? It makes your point every time.”

He shook his head. “It’s cool. You know, I don’t think I ever asked you. Why the hell are you so into the weather, Shorty?”

I sighed and sat down. The light-hearted moment was gone just that fast. “My mother loved storms. She’d sit out on the porch with a snack and watch them.

I was terrified of thunder for as long as I could remember.

I’d run and get under the bed like it’d save me from the noise.

Then one day, she forced me to sit with her, and she explained that the storms were meant to come so that the sky could give us something beautiful. And then a rainbow appeared.”

I didn’t even realize that the tear had fallen until he wiped it from my face.

“Damn, what happened to your moms? If you don’t mind me asking.” He said.

I huffed, and then I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He nodded and pulled me from my position and into his lap. His arms held me as he let me have a moment before I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose before looking in the mirror and making sure I didn’t look like the mess I had quickly become.

When I walked out, he grabbed my hand and made me straddle him this time.

“Sorry,” I apologized. His hands fell on my hips as I looked between us at nothing in particular. I was a little ashamed of my reaction to a simple question, but I didn’t expect it. Grief is crazy like that; it hits at the most random times.

“Look, I didn’t know I would upset you. But you don’t ever have to apologize for feeling something.” He said before he placed a kiss on my forehead. It took me a while to look at him, but when I did, my arms immediately went around his neck, and I leaned in to kiss him.

The kiss went from PG to X-rated in record time as our tongues danced and I moaned into his mouth. Judah kissed me with so much passion that I could have orgasmed without him even touching me.

I pushed him backward and leaned over him, just as the last tear was falling from my eye.

Then I cupped his face and continued to kiss him before sucking on his bottom lip and running my tongue across it.

His groan when I did it nearly sent me over the edge.

His hands had snaked up the bottom of my shorts, and he was palming my ass underneath them.

His touch was both dominant yet gentle, and I couldn’t explain it.

Then he took control of the moment and rose back up from the bed.

He sucked on my neck and trailed the wettest kisses down to my collarbone and then to my breast. He pulled my nipple between his teeth before he licked it and damn near swallowed it whole.

I moaned as I gripped his t-shirt between my nails.

His dick almost pushed me out of his lap; it was just that hard and at attention.

“Judah,” I panted in anticipation.

“Hmmm?” He asked with his mouth still on my breast.

“I want you,” I admitted for the first time out loud.

He stopped his attack on my body and let my top fall down. Then he looked me in the eyes.

“You want me how, Ivy?” He questioned.

I blushed as my eyes fell yet again.

He kissed along my jawline.

“Don’t act shy now, you want me how, Ma?” He smirked as he actually waited for an answer.

“I-I… I don’t know.” This man had me flustered in the most erotic way possible, and my pants were ruined.

For the first time since we had been in that position, his hands went to my center. His touch caused chills to roll down my spine as he found my bud through the material of my pants.

“You want me to fuck you, Ivy?” He asked as his hand made slow circles.

I got lost in his touch for a second.

“Yes,” I whispered as my hips moved on their own accord and matched the rhythm of his hand.

“Then you know what you want, Ivy, tell me.” He coached between kisses on my chin, lips, and jaw.

My eyes opened and found his. His low, hooded eyes were watching me unravel like a mountain lion ready to pounce on its prey.

I smirked at him, ready to play into his game. “I want you to fuck me.” I couldn’t hold his gaze anymore because the motion of his hand sped up. My back arched, and my head fell backward with my mouth open. I clawed at his wrist as he continued to edge me closer to a release.

I moaned as a wave of euphoria washed over me and unraveled at the hands of Judah Jennings. I choked back a scream as I could feel every second of the orgasm, and my body slightly shook.

Before I could come down from what he had done to me, I was jarred out of my moment by him grabbing my face so that I could meet his eyes. He stared at me, thumb tracing my cheek, for a while before he spoke.

“When we take it there, Ivy,” His voice dropped low, like a threat and a promise all in one.

“It won’t be like this. You won’t be able to hold back.

The moans and the sounds your body makes when I’m fucking you will be loud enough for everyone in this bitch to hear.

Go freshen up, Ma. Before I change my mind and show you.

” He said with a smirk as he slapped my ass hard enough to make me hiss.

I stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the water, and showered again really quickly. If my face could have reddened, it would have at the realization that this man had made me cum without even penetrating me. I groaned as I cleaned the mess that he left me in.

Judah was dangerous, and as someone who always plays it safe, this might be a danger that I wanted to explore.