Ivory's Addiction

by Teirney Medeiros

  Her senses prickled when he leaned in, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed her back against the bench seat of the open truck. He lowered his lips to hers and graced her with a hard, seeking kiss that left her dizzy and perturbed. She sighed.

  “Let’s go find something for baby Ashley to sleep in,” she said.

  Unlike Nathan when they’d been dating, Jax didn’t grab her hand, but merely kept pace with her shorter strides as they headed into the mall. He headed into the first major department store he found, and arrowed for the baby stuff. She tried to keep up with him, but he moved too quickly.

  Ivory found herself standing in the midst of cribs, befuddled by the sheer number of choices. She didn’t know which one looked best, so she went logically with the cheapest, then worked her way upward. She discovered the mid-range prices looked no different from the high-priced items and decided a simple white crib would suffice. She tagged the item in her mind and moved on to car seats and clothes.

  They spent an hour looking through merchandise before Jax made his purchases. The lady at the counter eyed them, her eyes glued to the sheer amount of baby items they’d purchased.

  “Congratulations,” she said to Ivory.

  Ivory looked down to hide the flush on her face. “Uh, these are not for us.”

  Jax moved up beside her to pay, and even the cashier couldn’t help but ogle the prime, male specimen. Once they loaded their haul into his truck, Ivory settled herself into her seat. “That should do for now.”

  Jax looked at her, his brow arched. “For now?”

  “Babies grow, Jax. She’ll need new clothes in a few months,” she said.

  He pulled out of the parking lot, one long, tapered finger cruising over the skin of his lower lip, and Ivory couldn’t help but feel achy at the sight. They reached his house, and the moment she got inside his door, he backed her up against it, his mouth on hers stoking the flames, her body already hot. She pushed at his jacket and it fell to the floor with a thud.

  * * * *

  Jax rid her of her jacket, the piece of clothing falling on the growing pile. He’d been hard since he woke up with memories of her, of her hair moving over his cheeks, of her lips soft against his. She’d thawed the ice around him and set his body blazing. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, and Jax nearly lost it. The woman had his head spinning, his body bowing to her whims.

  He unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down to her knees “Fuck, Ivory. No underwear? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

  He knelt, laid a kiss against her belly button, then trailed downward with his mouth until he hovered just above her glistening mound. She kept the small triangle where soft curls should be hair bare. He licked his lips while gazing up at her. She drove him nuts with her little cries of desperation, her need. He felt his body responding, his erection straining against his zipper, pressing painfully into the little metal teeth.

  “I have to taste you,” he grumbled. “And then I promise, we’ll make it to the bed.”

  She mewled in response. Jax lowered his lips to her slit, the first taste of Ivory bursting on his tongue. Sweet, like honeydew, he lapped at her nether lips and coated his mouth in her juices. He circled his tongue over her plump clit, teased the little nub with his teeth, and scraped his jaw along the soft, wet flesh. He felt her shudder as he pressed his tongue into her, spearing her. He used his forearm to keep her against the door as her hips thrust against his mouth, and he growled when he coaxed juices from her, the flow steady, constant.

  He lapped, licked, sucked, and nuzzled her, his tongue working her clit, his fingers embedded deep inside of her, the silken vise locked around his index finger. He worked her over until she cried out, her muscles tightening, possessing him. He relentlessly pushed her until she dug her fingernails into the back of his neck. She went limp as he wrung every last ounce of sweet nectar from her body. He’d never get enough of her, never want another. He knew it then and there with her soft moans filling his ears, his mouth against her shivering flesh.

  He picked her up, took the stairs two at a time, nearly raced down the long hallway to his bedroom. Once inside, he made short work of the tangled mess of her jeans where they shackled her ankles. He shrugged out of his own clothing, in a hurry to bury himself inside her.

  His nightmares invaded the wet dream he’d had of feasting on her, faces of the kills taunting him, asking him for mercy, forgiveness for sins they did not know they committed. He wanted to chase away the cold of the grave, the chill that ascended his spine. He needed to forget for a while, and the only reprieve he got was inside Ivory’s tight pussy.

  He pulled out a condom, but before he could get the thing on, Ivory’s fist wrapped around his dick, pulled on the velvet flesh, and led him to her sweet, waiting mouth. He felt her heated breath on the mushroom head, the tip already oozing precome. Her pink tongue darted out and licked away the clear fluid. He gasped, his balls tightening up.

  She rested on her knees on his bed, naked, her breasts in full view. Jax palmed each as she worked her lips over the head of his erection. The feel of her tongue on the sensitive underside caused a shudder to rip through his body. He slid down the back of her throat, the muscles there convulsing around his cock, her moan of pleasure vibrating straight through his sac. He felt a tingle along his spine. He gripped her hair. “Stop.”

  She lifted her eyes, worked the head once again with her red lips. She licked, and he pulled her away. “I said stop. You’re going to make me blow,” he rasped.

  Her eyelashes fluttered down, and she encased the rock-hard member once again, her tongue flicking over the crest. She sighed, the feel of her against his hot flesh, her hot mouth creating memories. He’d never forget the way it felt to be cradled in her silken body. She sucked hard, scraped her teeth over the sensitive tip, and Jax’s knees nearly buckled where he stood at the edge of the bed.

  Once again, he pushed on her shoulders in effort to make her stop, but at the same time, his hips surged forward to fuck her mouth deeper. She relaxed her throat, and Jax felt lightning sizzle up his spine. He felt the semen boiling in his scrotum, ready to be released and spurt down her throat. How he wanted to lose himself in her. “Okay, enough.”

  She licked her lips and smiled. “Tit for tat.”

  Jax growled, pushed her down on the bed, and flipped her over. He raised her ass high, then placed a pillow beneath her hips. He gripped the base of his shaft and guided it into her waiting entrance. He eased in, the feel of her body sucking him, her sheath hot and moist. The way she pushed back against him was so inviting. He gripped her hips and thrust forward. He wanted to go slow, he longed to show her he could be gentle, careful, but the little vixen had none of it, her body eager, her cries desperate. His ears burned with her pleas and he could do no less than give her what she asked for.

  Who knew beneath her conservative façade lay a minx in wait? He anchored himself to her, pressing forward, his strokes long and hard, slow and easy. He never let her know what came next, and he staved off the red-hot come in his sac until the last minute. Every second he was inside of her, he felt alive, like he had a chance at salvation, his soul clean and devoid of the atrocities he’d done.

  She pressed back, and Jax circled her hips with his fingers, the tips nearly connecting. He lowered his hand to her clit and rubbed the little button with his callused fingers in tempo with his thrusts. With each passing moment, he felt her growing wetter until an orgasm so powerful hit her that he bit his cheek to keep from crying out at the feel of her gripping him. The contractions were nearly painful to his state of arousal, and as they subsided, he felt white-hot fire strike his sac, bursting forth from his head lodged inside of her, the jets of semen jerking in time with his hips as the pleasure seared his spine, gripping his loins. He silently cried out her name, a whispered plea that bounced off the walls of his mind like a prayer.

  Afterward, he lay with her, holding her smaller body to his, feeling the beat of her heart ag
ainst his palm where he cupped her breast, along with the rise and fall of her lungs. He breathed in the scent of her hair. He savored the way she nuzzled his neck, her nose chilly despite the heat in the house and their slick bodies. “So, when do you want to go pick up Ashley?”

  Ivory rose up on her elbow, shaking her short hair out of her face. “We can go now.”

  “I don’t think I can walk right now. Besides, we have to put the crib together.”

  She jumped up, her sky blue eyes glimmering with hope and excitement. Jax’s enthusiasm grew as she rushed to put her clothes on. When they were dressed, Jax went out to his truck to grab the large box from the bed. When Ivory appeared beside him, he frowned. “What are you doing?”

  “Helping.”

  Jax gripped the edge of the white box. “It’s too heavy.”

  She planted her hands on her hips. “I think I can handle it.”

  Jax had no doubt she could handle it, but Ivory shouldn’t have to be toting around large boxes like a man. She should be doted on, taken care of. “You’re too short, and I’ll trip over your small steps.”

  Her face flamed, her nostrils flaring. “I’m not short.”

  “I didn’t say you were, just shorter than I am.” He hefted the box onto his broad shoulder and shut the tailgate. When she went to grab for one end, he stepped back. “Just go hold open the door for me.”

  “Jax.”

  “Ivory.”

  They had a stare-down. Jax could easily pick up over two hundred pounds, dead lifting, but the awkward position of the box, the corners of cutting into his skin and the weight of it, started hurting the sensitive cords of his neck where she’d sucked a bruise on his skin earlier with her teeth. “Open the door. This thing is heavy.”

  She held it open, her cheeks still rosy. After he stepped through the door and slid the box to the ground, he rubbed his aching shoulder. He’d injured it in jump school early in his career, and occasionally the pain flared up. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “You should have let me help you,” she said, pointing at him. “That thing is heavy. It took two store employees to get it into your truck, macho man.”

  He grimaced as a twinge pulled on the fastly becoming sore muscle. He’d have to ice it later. “I’m fine, just an old injury.”

  She cocked her head, staring up at him, her lips slightly parted. “I’ll bet you’ve got a lot of old injuries.”

  Jax smirked, dragging the box behind him up the steps to the first bedroom on the right. It seemed like a good place for a nursery, with large windows and the soft butter color of the room. He’d have to get some curtains for it. “I’ve got a few.”

  Kneeling down on the floor, she set to work on the plastic straps with a knife she must have had hidden in her jacket pocket. “Comes in handy,” she said, by way of explanation.

  Jax just held up his hands as if he were at gunpoint. “I didn’t say anything.”

  “Great. It’s in pieces.”

  Looking for the instructions, he squatted down beside her. Ivory stared at him as he opened the yard of paper with several languages on it, all of which he could read. He separated the bolts, screws, washers. He’d need a Phillips-head screwdriver. “I’ll be right back.”

  She whistled low in her throat. “A man who reads directions. Boy, did I hit the jackpot,” she teased.

  Jax made his way down to his kitchen pantry, where he kept his box of tools. After retrieving the screwdriver and a hammer, he made his way back to Ivory. She had already laid out the separate pieces according to the diagram, and Jax just stood there, watching her try to figure out what went with what. A smile broke his blank expression.

  “Better leave that to me. I don’t want Ashley falling out of the crib because the bars weren’t attached right.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I put my own bed together, thank you. I haven’t fallen out of it on account of faulty handiwork.”

  Jax’s lips slanted. “Remind me not to sleep in your bed.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him, and they set to work on assembling the various pieces of white wood boards until the semifinished product looking marginally like a crib. Ivory went to get the mattress and sheets she’d picked out, and Jax finished with the crib railings by the time she returned. She frowned at her cell phone, the little slender black object cradled in her palm.

  “What?”

  “Missed call from Nathan.”

  Jax clamped his mouth shut, put the final screw in, and pushed the crib below the farthest window. He’d get heavy drapes to keep the cool air from reaching the baby on winter days. Ivory laid the mattress inside and spread the sheets over the bed. Jax stood back, watching her as she lovingly caressed the sheets with her palms, tucked in corners, and set the stuffed animals she’d nabbed on their way out the store.

  They moved in the small dresser and changing table she insisted he needed and stocked it with diapers, wipes, and formula. When they finished, the room still looked bland, but Jax thought Ashley wouldn’t mind if he didn’t spend time painting fancy faeries on the walls.

  “Let’s go get Ashley,” he said.

  When they arrived at Heron House, Jax and Ivory found Jenny sitting in the kitchen, an ice pack to her forehead. She held her hand up, signaling them to stop. “Don’t say a word.”

  Ivory giggled. “Oh, Jenny. You know you can’t hold your alcohol. How much did you drink?”

  Jenny popped one eye open to glare at her friend, and then Jax. “More than I thought, apparently. And just where did you two run off to last night? I eventually caught a cab home.”

  Jax didn’t often find himself in the position of embarrassment, but at that moment, he’d give his left foot to be anywhere but there. Jenny’s riotous stare pricked him, and he stepped back to let the two women discuss the hangover from hell and Ivory’s disappearing act. Jax wandered down the hall, toward the nursery.

  When he opened the door, Ashley sat up in her crib, a smile on her face. She always smiles, he thought. Ashley represented innocence, with her big, baby blue eyes and whitish-blond hair. Mary’s child personified beauty. She giggled when he came up to the crib rails, her thumb in her mouth.

  “Hey, I’m your Uncle Jax,” he said gruffly. “I’ll be taking you home with me today.”

  Ashley cooed.

  “You’ll have to help me, kid, ’cause I don’t know how to change diapers or make a bottle.” He ran a hand down his face to scrub away the tired feeling. “We’ll, uh, have to work out a sleeping schedule I suppose, and you have to follow orders, little one. I don’t do well with disobedience.”

  Ashley hiccupped, blew raspberries, the little bubbles spilling from her mouth.

  The door to the nursery opened. Ivory and Jenny stood there, arm in arm, Jenny with her bag to her head. Ivory leaned her head on Jenny’s shoulder. Jax shoved his hands in his jean’s pockets. “We were just getting acquainted.”

  “So we heard,” Jenny grumbled.

  “Babies don’t take orders from you, Jax. You take orders from them.”

  Jax shook off the nervousness that suddenly enveloped his usually calm demeanor, and he turned his gaze back to Ashley, her eyes wide and staring up at him, her mouth and fist slobbery. Yuck.

  “Is it normal for her to be doing that?” he asked, pointing to her slobber.

  Jenny nodded, wincing when the action seemed to hurt. “She’s teething. Did you get teething rings?”

  “Don’t worry, Mama Bear, I’ve got everything she will need.”

  Jenny pierced Jax with a stare. “And what are you going to do when you leave? Will she get shuffled back into the system?”

  Obviously dealing with women about children took the same sort of strength when dealing with the enemy. He needed to out think them, predict their next move. “I’ve got it under control,” he said.

  Jenny mumbled something incoherent, but he thought she said, ‘pompous ass’. Jax quirked a smile, turning to the baby. He picked her u
p and held her out at arm’s length. “She smells bad.”

  Ivory burst out laughing, and Jenny swatted her across the head. “Quiet.”

  Still holding the baby a full arm’s length away, Jax stared at Ashley, her nose wrinkled as if she, too, smelled the mess she made and didn’t like it. Well, Jax wasn’t fond of it either. “What do I do?”

  “Change her,” Ivory supplied.

  He gave her a droll stare, the baby’s legs kicking in his hold. For a six-month-old, her strength surprised him. She squeezed his thumbs with her slobbery fingers. He nearly gagged. “You change her.”