Ivory went with spontaneity to make her decision, and made the short walk to his door, careful of the iced-over sidewalk. She rang the doorbell, hoping he answered soon. He didn’t disappoint, and she held her breath when he opened the door.
His eye had blackened purple and blue where Nathan got in the sucker punch, but he didn’t look worse for wear. She gave him a hesitant smile, and he motioned her inside, silent as usual.
“I, uh, wanted to come make sure you were all right,” she said, as she unraveled her scarf.
She didn’t feel him come up behind her, but the moment his hands settled on her shoulders, peeled her jacket away, chills went up her arms where he trailed his fingers, brushing the side of her breasts.
Ivory couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her body, his lips on her skin. She wanted to feel his cock, pulsing inside of her, his beard against her soft skin as he dragged his chin down her stomach, then dipped into her core. Oh, she wanted his tongue to sweep away the moisture that currently gathered at her center. All from the brush of his knuckles on her breasts.
Jax tossed her jacket over the table. Ivory faced him, taking in the sight of his naked chest, the fresh scar over his stomach. Her hand shot out, touching the velvet of his skin, the crisp hairs. Lightly, she traced the contours of his abs and heard him inhale. When she felt the ridge of healed skin, she bit her lip to keep the cry inside of her. His hand wrapped around her wrist, preventing her further exploration. Ivory looked up into his eyes. The flat, desolate, barren landscape of his eyes.
“You didn’t come here to see if I was all right, Ivory.” He moved closer, pinning her arm behind her back. She placed a kiss on his chest, licked the salty taste when he inhaled the scent of her hair. “You came here to fuck.”
He released her, and Ivory stumbled back. He moved away, his head down. He’d shaved the hair on his head sometime between the night before and that morning, and Ivory thought he’d never looked sexier. “You’re right, Jax. I did come here for that, but I also came for another reason.”
Jax turned to give her the grace of his attention before he continued to the kitchen. Ivory noticed the lack of Christmas decorations, of holiday cheer in general. Jax sat down at the table, his black workout pants and bare feet giving him a rugged look, as if he’d just stepped off the mats. In fact, he probably just did, she thought.
He sipped his coffee, then craned his head. A loud pop sounded through the silence.
“We’ll get there, but not before I have coffee,” he growled. “And a taste of that sweet pussy I’ve been dreaming about since I left.”
The fact he never once looked up at her made the juices in her vagina gush, her sensible black panties be-damned. She wanted it, and she wanted it then. She’d heard rumors once you get past the first month, your hormones went nuts, add to that the sensitized nipples, and she practically begged for the taste of him, the feel of him.
At a loss for words, Ivory sat down across from him. “We need to talk about something,” she said.
Jax held up his hand. “Later.”
Ivory sucked in a breath, waited for the commando to finish his coffee. He carefully placed his cup in the sink, washing it out. Ivory tensed when he turned around, his eyes blazing green fire. He seated himself in the chair, pushing it back from the table.
“Come over here. In front of me.”
Ivory hesitated. She hadn’t been intimate since she found out about her pregnancy. What if it hurt the baby? She didn’t think to ask her OB at her last appointment. She didn’t think she’d be having a sexual relationship while pregnant.
“What are you waiting for?”
His question spurred her into action. Ivory’s feet moved on their own as he beckoned her with his hand. When she stood in front of him, Jax leaned in, nuzzling her stomach through her clothes, and Ivory sucked in her breath. When he hooked his fingers on either side of her waistband, and pulled, a draft in the kitchen moved across her bare thighs as her pants slipped in a gauzy mass on the floor.
“I can’t believe you’re really here.” He slid his palms up her thighs, cupped her ass. Ivory melted at his touch, her knees unstable. He backed her up to the table, and gently pushed her bottom down. Her bare skin hit the cool wood of the table. “Lift up.”
She lifted her rear, and Jax pulled on her plain underwear. The cotton teased the nerve endings along her legs, the back of her knees. When they joined the pile at her feet, Jax stood up. He locked onto her and didn’t let go, his eyes boring into her. She felt her nipples peak and spike through the silk shirt. He slowly undid the buttons, popping them one by one.
Ivory trembled as his fingers skimmed along her collar bone, dipping beneath the satin of her bra and pulled her breasts free. Her shirt lay open, the tails around her waist. The shoulders slipped down. Sensual pleasure rocked her when he lowered his mouth to one aching peak. He sucked the red nipple into his mouth, his eyes still assessing her as she arched into his kiss. The soft plop she heard when he released her made her inner muscles clench in warning. She wouldn’t be able to stand slow torture.
Jax slid the shirt open wider. “Something’s different here.”
Ivory’s air backed up, clogging in her throat. Could he tell? Did he know? She waited beneath his silent perusal of her body, hoping the teasing note in his voice didn’t turn to one of anger. He palmed the weight of her chest, squeezed. She jerked.
“Your breasts seem larger,” he mumbled.
Ivory shut her eyes, waiting until his gaze fell on her breasts. It looked as though she’d had implants done. He would figure it out. She waited for the light in his head to go off, but his simple kisses trailing over her rib cage made her soon forget she’d been terrified of telling him. He stopped at her hipbone, then looked up at her. “Spread your legs.”
Ivory obliged, opening her knees. He opened her further, and he sat down at the kitchen chair, his face level with her core. “Jax, just do it. I can’t stand the waiting.”
He slid his palms beneath her butt cheeks, titled her up to his gaze. She shut her eyes as his tongue delved between her saturated folds for the first time in months. She missed this, with him. She shuddered as his slow exploration, the rasp of his beard against her soft skin, overtook her. His constant, steady lick and nip made her shake, her toes curl. She dug into the wood of the table with her fingernails.
Just a little more. Just one more time.
* * * *
Ivory’s soft skin and sweet taste sated a hunger in Jax he’d been dealing with since he left in October. Her juices coated his lips, and he sucked the sweet cream from her pussy as it fell on his waiting mouth.
His mind spun. She’d come to him. To be with him. Someone in heaven must have given him a reprieve from the darkness. Every time Jax held this woman in his arms, he felt clean. He stabbed his tongue into her entrance, the moist heat a testament to her state of arousal. Jax’s dick felt like a hot poker in his pants, burned through his veins, his balls on fire. He couldn’t wait to sink the tortured flesh into her depths, fill her to the hilt, feel her smooth ass against his testicles.
He thumbed her clit, plucked the nubbin with his fingers until he felt the rush of sweet nectar, felt her legs tense against his cheeks. There was nothing like Ivory for breakfast.
“Jax,” she sighed. “Don’t stop.”
Her quiet urge broke through the lust-induced haze his mind suffered, and he gave the little vixen what she asked for. He slid two fingers into her tight channel, rubbed against the spot just behind her clit until she palmed her own breasts. The sight of her in abandon, her body open for his pleasure . . . he’d carry it with him into the corner of hell, and let it be his light of retribution.
He eased his fingers out, kissed her lips, her orgasm ready to crest, but he wanted to be inside of her for it. He needed to feel the muscles of her vagina as they milked his cock, his seed from his body. Jax dropped his pants, wrapped his hand around his dick, and wiped his lips off.
She reached
out to him, her hands gripping his forearms as he nudged the flared head into her opening, slowly sinking into the clutch of her body. He felt a sizzle along his spine, a red alert he wouldn’t last long if he didn’t go slow. She sucked him in, her lips devoured the last inch of his shaft, and he let her warmth pulse around him.
Fully seated inside of her, Jax leaned forward, gathering her body close. He knew something had changed, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was his hope, and the fact she’d willingly come into his arms. Her little teeth nipped at his ear, her tongue slid against his ear, and Jax’s hips twitched, his balls drew up. “That’s it, baby. Show me how you want it.”
Ivory took his advice to heart, dug her heels into his thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His side pulled, but he didn’t care at the moment if every muscle fiber tore in two again. Ivory’s muscles clamped on him as she began to ride him, grinding her body on his. Jax held her close, burying his hands in her hair, filled his lungs with her scent. He cupped her bottom, kneading the flesh as she worked magic on his cock.
The room began to spin, almost fade away. Only her. She existed and nothing else. He growled out his approval when she bit down on his neck, sucking. She raked her nails down his back, bucking. When Jax felt the first jolt of orgasm rock through her, he planted his feet, brought her down on him, and slammed his body into hers. “Ivory,” he whispered as he swelled, stretched her tight channel, and poured his seed into her body. His hips pistoned with each spurt of semen.
Pulling out of her before her orgasm subsided would be torture, and Jax couldn’t put her through it. The aftershock of such an explosive occurrence felt too damn good on his dick anyhow. He wanted to feel the contractions of her body, the reality he brought her pleasure.
He sat her back on the table, tilted her chin up. A lazy smile spread on her lips, and her eyes glistened in the kitchen light. Jax placed a gentle kiss against her mouth, and she took control, forced her tongue past. He’d intended to be gentle, but her heated kiss made him ready to perform all over again.
As the last of the extreme pleasure subsided, Jax noticed two things: Ivory gained weight. Realization dawned on him. How had he not seen it before? Because you couldn’t stop staring at her tits or thinking about getting inside her pants again.
“You’re pregnant.”
Ivory didn’t even blink, rather calmly buttoned up her shirt and slid to the floor. She dressed with a matter-of-fact attitude, no extra energy expended. “Yes.”
“Is it mine?”
She took her time answering, and Jax’s heart nearly died from sheer exhaustion as it rushed to pump blood to his organs. Finally, she sat down, folding her fingers. “Yes. Who else’s would it be?”
Jax only heard her say yes. He was going to be a father. Shit. Fuck. Damn. Shit.
“How?”
Ivory’s smile lit up the room. “Well, I think we thoroughly demonstrated just now how I got pregnant.”
“You were on birth control,” he accused. “You said you were.”
She shrugged. Her black hair slipped over her shoulder and hung in her face. Her lips were swollen from their kiss, and Jax could still taste her, smell her on him. She laid a protective hand across her stomach.
“I was. I guess it didn’t work. At any rate, I’m not expecting anything from you, Jax. Not money. Not a commitment. I just thought I should tell you. Give you the chance to be a part of his or her life.”
It could be a her? Dummy. Yes it can be a her. Ashley is a her.
To say he was shocked wouldn’t adequately describe his state of mind. Jax let the weight of his body fall against a wall, used it to support his weak legs. What would he do now? She didn’t want commitment. Oh, hell. “I need time to think.”
“I understand,” she said, and got up to go.
“Where are you going?”
Ivory turned back to him, her mouth tilted slightly, her bottom lip plump and sexy as hell. Jax tamped down the hormones that raged in his body. He still wanted to bend her over his kitchen sink, and fuck the hell out of her. For keeping something so big from him, and because, he just loved being inside of her. Home. She represented home.
“I’ve got to get back to Ashley.”
Jax folded his arms over his chest. “I don’t want you to see Nathan while you carry my child,” he said. He needed time, and for him to get things in place, Nathan would have to take a hike.
“I’m not sleeping with him, Jax.”
He stalked toward her, his jaw set. She didn’t give an inch, and instead, stood her ground, her eyes daring him to give her another order. He wouldn’t show it, but admiration trickled into his quickly snowballing emotions where she became concerned. “Good. And don’t fuck him either. I don’t want you to see him period.”
Jax gripped her wrist inches before her hand made impact against his jaw. It wouldn’t have hurt, but if they were going to have a relationship and raise a child together, then they needed some ground rules. No violence in the house. Unless in the gym.
Ivory wrenched on her arm, rubbed the spot absently when he released her. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
He turned away, heading toward the upstairs for a shower. He stopped at the bottom step. Ivory still glowered, her brow furrowed. The twin lasers of disapproval stung, and Jax felt another round of shock filter through his system. He wanted her approval. “I’m going to stop by to see Mickey and Ashley,” he informed her. “And, Ivory, our arrangement, is back on. New Year’s Eve. Our first date. Wear the dress.”
If looks were balls, he’d have been brained as he retreated up the stairs. The woman put him in his place more often than not, and he’d be damned if it didn’t turn him on and make him want to go back for more.
Chapter Thirteen
Pots clattered, and Nana’s curses in Irish rang through the house. Ashley splashed bath water up into Ivory’s eyes. Chaos on Christmas Day. Ivory grinned at the baby, smoothing a dollop of baby shampoo over Ashley’s stringy blonde curls. “Nana, be careful with those pots,” she called out. “You know they’re too heavy for you to be toting around.”
“You mind yourself, Cha-Cha. I won’t be told what to do,” came Nana’s swift reply.
Ashley erupted in a fit of laughter as Ivory gently washed the bubbles from her hair, the water amusing the child. Born on the ocean, a true New Englander. “That’s my girl.”
“Mama.”
Ivory dropped the cup. Tears sprang to her eyes. “Did you just say Mama?”
Ashley grabbed her feet, pulled on her toes. Ivory’s ears rang with the two-syllable word. Mama. She called her Mama. “Oh, baby, you said Mama.”
The little ducky bath towel Ivory bought for Ashley suffered minor damage from Ashley’s water fest, but stayed dry enough to allow her to pick the baby up and hold her close. At that moment, Ashley started to wiggle. The bathroom tile worked as acoustics while her laughter rolled through her.
“I guess we’re all happy.” She sighed, covering Ashley’s head with the duck bill. When she stood up and turned around, Jax filled the doorway. He leaned his tall frame against it , his arms crossed over his chest. “Hi.”
He held his hands out, and Ivory passed Ashley over. Jax held her up, examining the towel. “What are you wearing, kid?”
Ashley giggled her answer.
Ivory tried to sneak past Jax, but his body wouldn’t allow for a meager inch between the doorway and freedom. She was trapped in the tiny bathroom until Jax decided to let her pass. She gathered up the bath toys, Ashley’s rubber ducky, and tiny bottles of shampoo. She couldn’t help but smile when Jax kissed the top of his niece’s head.
He passed her back, and Ivory gathered the child close. “You can hold her a little longer, you know.”
His cheeks suffused with red. “I’ll wait until you put a diaper on her.”
After diapering Ashley, she followed him as he backed out the door, aware her body ignited at one sweep of his beautiful eyes ove
r her body. Nana winked at her when they entered the kitchen, the center of all things happening in the Black household. Mickey spread his files over the small table, and Ivory put Ashley in her walker, then gave her a few toys to play with. Nana slaved over chocolate chip cookies, and Jax stood stiff as a board beside the fridge, his arms crossed over his chest, as if unsure how to handle the hectic life.
“Mickey, what have you got for me?”
The sound of Jax’s deep voice in her home made Ivory wish for things she doubted he’d ever give her. Jax wouldn’t give up the adrenaline rush of military life for crying babies and dirty diapers. No matter how good the sex was. She snuck a glance at him when Mickey started talking.
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