Venom set up cameras with mics in his room so he’ll always be monitored and I know that sounds extreme, but I’m not taking any chances where my son is concerned.
We’ve been through a lot lately, and I need to know he’s always safe.
Our room is connected as well, and as soon as he’s old enough or as soon as Ivy feels comfortable, he will have a room two doors down from here with an ensuite bathroom.
“I’m afraid to leave him.” She whispers, and I hum and remind her, “The place is wired up, Ives. He’s safe, and wherever we are in this house, you have access on your phone.”
She nods, then asks, “Are we going to talk?”
I smile, gently pressing my lips against her shoulder. I know she’s been worried about letting everything out in the open, but there’s honestly no need. We’re no longer in the throes of it, it’s no longer raw.
It’s our past, and that is where it needs to stay.
I deny, “No, we don’t need to hash up the past now, Ivy. We’ve been through hell and back, and we’ve come out on the other side. We both didn’t communicate, we both made mistakes, and now, we’re moving forward, together. After today, we’ll never bring it up again. We won’t place blame; instead, we’ll cherish what we have now.”
Ivy sniffles and rasps, “I love you, Jax. "
I hum and reply, “I love you too, now come on, cupcake,” and I gently pull her back, knowing we need to get into a routine with him, and she allows me.
I pull her into our room, gently shutting the door to Hudson’s, but turn the TV on that is on the wall, showing him us, his heart rate showing at the bottom of the screen, and she smiles seeing the efforts I have gone to for her peace of mind and my own.
Thank you, Venom….
Smiling, I grab the bottom of my shirt and remove it, not breaking eye contact with Ivy, who follows suit. She gently takes off my cut, placing it next to hers on the nightstand, her smile going wide when she sees her nickname stitched on it.
“How long have you had that made?” she asks in awe and I walk over to her, gently grabbing her shirt and lifting it, pulling it over her head.
My name comes into view, and I mutter, “Since you were eighteen,” not willing to lie before I lean down and gently press my lips against her neck, then along her collarbone.
Ivy gasps, though I’m not sure if it’s because of my truth or because of my lips but she does arch her back into me and I mutter, “Fuck I’ve missed you, cupcake,” as I undo her black lacy bra and pull the straps down her arms.
As soon as her large tits are free, I throw the bra, cup an arm around her back then take a peaked nipple into my mouth causing her to moan, her fingers gently gripping my hair to keep me in place.
Months, fucking months without her and I’m feeling it. My cock is throbbing behind my jeans, the tip weeping with precum wanting it’s tight wet warm heat.
I suck then gently nip her nipple before moving to her next one, giving it the same attention, teasing her, making her squirm in my arms, making her want more and her breathing picks up.
I move my hands between us and undo her denim shorts, and I kiss down her body while pulling the fabric along with her panties down her slender legs, my need for her building higher and higher by the moment.
I place a gentle kiss on her c-section scar, then one on her mound, inhaling at the same time, taking in her need for me, sending me into overdrive.
Fuck foreplay, we have our whole lives for that, I need her and I need her now.
Standing, I slam my lips against hers without a second thought, shoving my tongue into her mouth, moaning at her taste while I undo my jeans and quickly shuck them off, needing her.
Kicking my jeans away, I grip her ass and lift her causing her to gasp but I swallow the sounds before moving us towards the bed. I take a seat and as Ivy straddles me and takes me in one thrust and I break the kissing, groaning at how tight she feels, how warm.
I grip her hips to stop her from moving, my balls already throbbing with the need to empty, and I grunt, “Cupcake, unless you want me to knock you up so soon, then you might want to lift and get a condom out of my drawer.”
Ivy grips my shoulders as we lock eyes, but her gorgeous green eyes narrow my way, and she snipes, “Brought women here, have we?”
I grin, I can’t help it as I pull her even closer, her chest touching mine and she gasps as her clit nudges against my pelvis.
“Jealous, Ives?” I ask as I gently rub my lips against hers, and she growls, making me chuckle. Cupping her cheek, I admit, “I bought them when I had you in mind, hoping that one day we’d come together, but one thing led to another last time, and we created our little miracle.”
Her mouth parts, and she grips my shoulders tighter before admitting, “I’m on the pill,” and this time I narrow my eyes.
“I’d prefer if we just used condoms, then when we’re ready, we don’t have to worry about you coming off the pill, cupcake,” I snap, I can’t help it.
