Page 66 of Reckless Forever
The event kicked off, and Ivy was talking with my moms across the table about our babies. Tay got on stage and openedthe charity segment. The Cross family and ours weren’t always smooth, but after Zo and Rem got together, we kept it respectful. Anybody who was family to Zo was family to us.
Donations went around, then the cocktail hour started.
Ivy excused herself to grab a drink, and I was watching her out the corner of my eye when some tall light-skinned nigga with a gray suit slid too close. He leaned down, grinning like he’d been waiting for his chance.
“You know, I didn’t think anyone could make black look so good. But then you showed up, and now I see the designer must’ve had you in mind when he made that dress.” He said loud enough for me to catch.
Ivy laughed nervously, trying to brush it off, and her eyes shot at me.
“Thank you,” she said, polite, stepping sideways to get space.
But the nigga stepped with her.
“You married?” he asked, bold as hell, eyes dragging down her body.
Before she could even answer, my chair scraped so loud the table shook. The whole Jennings side of the room looked up. I tried to restrain myself. Mafia events had a strict policy of no violence, but the heat boiling in my chest had me on my feet before anybody could tell me to calm down.
“The fuck you think you doing?” I gritted, voice sharp as a blade.
Dude turned, trying to play dumb. “Oh, Jennings. This your girl? I was just complimenting her.”
Before he could finish his statement, I tried to make that nigga swallow his tongue. Everybody in the room gasped as I sent a blow to his mouth so hard that I could see his lip split open.
“Baby!” Ivy gasped once the nigga flew across the chairs lined up at the bar. He was on the ground, rolling in pain and bleeding all over the floor.
Whispers in the crowd started as the security made their way over to me like they were going to attempt to say a word in my direction.
“Mr. Jennings,” One tried to reason.
“What?” I took a step toward him, and he took a step back. I didn’t even realize that Jax, Trouble, and Zo were behind me with their guns out.
I undid the top button of my shirt and the one on my sleeves and walked outside to get some air. Jax came out with me as I paced on the balcony. When I noticed how he was looking at me, I stopped.
“What?” I snapped at him, too.
“Nigga you’re still reckless.” He said, shaking his head and taking a sip from his drink.
“Fuck you,” I scoffed.
I took a seat as I looked back through the glass at Ivy talking to my mother. He was right. When it came to Ivy Jennings, I would be reckless… forever.
Ivy
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.
