Page 18 of Courting the Consequences

“I’m not going to lie and say I’ve never thought about it. About how we would make you scream and come undone between the three of us,” Kevin smirked.

Her mouth dropped open to form the perfect little O with her plump lips. Her eyes dilated, and she shifted unconsciously in his lap.

“While I’ve thought about it, that doesn’t mean it has to happen. I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted. “If you want to keep this just me and you, that’s all I need, baby.”

“But you’d like that?” she asked slowly.

He nodded carefully. He didn’t want to spook her, but he wanted all the cards on the table. Full disclosure.

She toyed with the zipper on his cut. Her fingers traced it up and down. He could see the thoughts plaguing her mind. He stayed quiet and let her straighten them out. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” She blushed. “What would that look like? Just sex? Or a full-on relationship?” she asked. She couldn’t meet his gaze, but he didn’t mind.

A smile tugged at his lips. He was glad she was asking questions. She was fucking smart that way. “I think that’s something we’d all have to discuss, together, when the time is right,” he answered. He lifted a hand and cupped the side of her face. He used his thumb to tilt her chin up. The blush staining her cheeks was turning him on. His cock was rock hard. He couldn’t take much more of this conversation.

“I’m not saying no,” she rushed out. “I’m not sure I’m ready for something like that right away…” she trailed off and finally dragged her gaze to meet his.

He captured her lips in a fiery kiss, and she met his intensity. He stood up with her in his arms, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. “Bedroom?” he broke the kiss to ask.

“End of the hall,” she panted and reclaimed his lips.

He strode off with her in his arms, ready to settle in for the evening.

Johnnygroanedasheslid behind the wheel of his F-250 and cranked the engine. He hated driving a vehicle—it felt like he was surrounded by a cage—he’d rather be free, out in the wind, on his Harley. But it wasn’t always practical for the day job.

Kevin slid in the passenger seat to his right and immediately rolled down the window. Johnny had the AC cranking, but the truck had been baking in the late May sun all day. It would take a while to cool down.

Derrick grumbled as he slid in the back seat of the crew cab. “Fucking hotter than a witch’s tit,” he grumbled.

“You sticking around tonight or heading to the Ice Queen’s palace?” Johnny asked, shooting a look at Rockstar. Ever since he’d spent the night at Kara’s place earlier that week, he’d been alternating his time between the clubhouse and her house.

Kevin slid on a pair of sunglasses. “I’ll probably head by hers after the vote.” He shot Johnny a shit-eating grin.

Johnny felt his irritation rising. Between his buddy hooking up with the Ice Queen and thegoddamn vote, Johnny’s irritation was through the roof. He needed to get laid. He needed a beer, a joint, and some pussy to relax his mind, body, and soul.

Or at least distract him from the week that never ended.

Johnny shelved his irritation and backed out of the parking spot. He maneuvered the truck around and shifted to drive, heading for the exit of the Carmichael building’s main lot, when Devil whistled from the back seat. “Is that who I think it is?” he asked, leaning forward between Kevin and Johnny.

Johnny couldn’t believe his eyes. The red Lincoln MKX was pulled to the side of the lot and jacked up on the rear driver’s side. A little blond-haired, blue-eyed bombshell was lifting a spare tire onto the lug bolts, having already removed the bad tire.

Johnny pulled the truck to a stop, and Kevin immediately jumped out. “Well hot damn,” Devil crooned before he too exited the vehicle.

Johnny rolled his eyes and threw the truck into park behind the Ice Queen’s SUV. He took his time getting out of the truck and let the door slam shut behind him.

Kara stood up as they approached.

Johnny could see the exhaustion rolling off her. Sweat dripped down her face. The cream-colored silk shirt she wore was long sleeved despite the 90-degree weather, and it clung to her body like a second skin. Dirt and grease stained the material—she hadn’t rolled up the sleeves.

Johnny let his eyes roam her figure unabashedly, taking advantage of her single-minded focus on Rockstar. She had removed the usual suit coat she kept on at all times in the office; her curvy figure was on display, and the silk did nothing to hide it: her large breasts and wide hips, fantastic fucking ass, flat stomach, and thick thighs. She was fucking sexy as hell.

“You OK?” Rockstar asked Kara as he moved toward her.

“Better now,” she grinned up at him.

Kevin grinned back at her but didn’t move closer. They were keeping shit “professional” at work, according to Kevin.

“Well, look at you, Princess,” Devil drawled, moving closer. “Bad bitch, taking care of herself. Dirt looksrealgood on you.” He gave her a cocky grin.

Kara’s mouth parted slightly and a hint of a blush colored her cheeks. Or was it the heat? It was hard to tell.

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