Page 25 of Courting the Consequences

Turning the corner, she slid up to the bar, where their waitress was standing. “Hey, can I get you something?” Jenny smiled sweetly.

Kara grinned and slid over her black card. “Can you throw everything on my card? I don’t want them to argue.”

Jenny grinned brightly. “Sure thing. The whole tab?” she confirmed.

“The whole tab,” Kara nodded.

Jenny nodded and walked away to take care of it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” a deep voice asked in her right ear at the same time tattooed arms caged her in against the bar. A hard body pressed flush against her back.

Kara jumped slightly when she felt a slight scratch of beard on her neck before an open-mouthed kiss was pressed to the side of her neck. “Derrick,” she moaned softly. Her hands came up to brace on the bar. They were tiny compared to his large ones on either side of hers.

He continued to press wet kisses on the column of her neck until he reached her ear, then he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. She whimpered when he bit down slightly. “Derrick,” she breathed.

“What are you doing over here, baby girl?” he questioned, though from his tone, it was clear that he knew exactly what she was doing.

“None of your business, Derrick.” She groaned when his mouth latched onto the junction of her neck and shoulder and he sucked, hard.

“Try again, baby girl,” he muttered.

She pushed back against him, using the bar as leverage to push him off. He stepped back a step, and she whirled around to face him. She quickly realized her mistake when he grinned wickedly and stepped into her, pressing her back against the bar.

His mouth was on hers before she could utter a word. His hands were on her a moment later. One slid up her back and fisted in her hair, holding her head in place. The other was under her shirt at the small of her back, hot on her bare skin. His mouth devoured hers. His lips were soft and malleable against hers. His tongue, hot in her mouth.

He was so much larger than her five-foot-three frame. There was a reason she wore six-inch heels everywhere. But she had run home to change after the office and slipped into flip-flops once she was comfortable. He had to easily be six-four or six-five, and he was broad-shouldered too. He towered over her and crowded her against the bar.

She groaned and pressed her hands against his chest. She was gearing up to push him away, she really was. His mouth worked magic against hers, though. And he still had a fist full of her hair.

“Here’s your card back.” Jenny spoke up loudly behind Kara.

Kara jumped slightly and pulled away from Derrick as much as he’d allow. She managed to turn in his arms when he finally let go of her hair, grabbed her card, slid it in her back pocket, and quickly signed the receipt. She added a fifty-dollar tip and quickly pushed the paper and pen back toward Jenny.

“Naughty, naughty, baby girl,” Derrick murmured in her ear before he turned her back around to face him. His hand wrapped around her jaw and pulled her face up to look at him.

“Because I decided to buy dinner?” Kara rolled her eyes. “Drop the caveman act, Fabio. It ain’t cute.”

Derrick let out a low growl and picked her up by her hips. She had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders as he stepped away from the bar. “I’ll give you caveman,” he grumbled and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom in the back of the bar.

“Derrick, put me down,” she snapped, slapping his shoulder.

“Oh no, baby girl. You’ve got Devil, now,” he growled and slammed open the door to the men’s room.

There was a man at a urinal who looked up at the commotion. Derrick paid him no mind and headed toward the handicap stall in the corner. He slammed the door closed behind them and quickly locked it. Then he spun and slammed Kara against the tile wall.

She let out a slight “eep” when her back pressed against the cool tile. Devil quickly covered her mouth with his, and she easily lost herself in him. She closed her eyes, gripped his shoulders, and pulled him tight.

He chuckled under his breath, his chest reverberating against hers. His fingers deftly undid the button and zipper on her jean shorts, then he was pulling away from her. He set her down long enough to rip her jeans and thong down her legs. She moved to reach for his buckle, but he was faster. He undid his belt, button, and zipper in record time. His pants dropped to his knees immediately, and he picked her back up.

She went easily. She found it was easier to let him manhandle her.

He claimed her mouth as he reached down and freed his cock from his boxers. He slid his cock through her folds. “Jesus, baby girl. You’re so fucking soaked.” He groaned against her mouth.

“Fuck.” She moaned when he slid inside her. He took his time, inching in and out, ensuring he was wet before he pulled out and slammed in to the hilt. He swallowed her cries as he kissed her. He was big. As big as Kevin, if not bigger.

His pace was hard and brutal. All she could do was hold on and enjoy the ride. When she broke their kiss, panting, he licked his way down her neck, pausing when she let out a low moan at a sensitive spot. “Fuck Derrick,” she groaned as he continued to suck a spot on her neck below her ear.

Her orgasm shattered over her as he bit down. He groaned as she shook against him. Her walls quivered and body undulated. She clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. Instead, she let out a quiet moan, her head tossed back against the wall.

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