Page 26 of Courting the Consequences

“Fucking hell, baby girl,” he panted. He rode her through her orgasm, slowing to let her come down. He groaned when she swiveled her hips. He didn’t last much longer after that. She continued to swivel her hips, and he sank his teeth into her neck and groaned. His hips shuddered against hers as he came.

It took them a moment to catch their breath before he pulled back to look at her. There was a devilish smirk on his lips. “Not so prim and proper after all?” he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes. “Guess not, biker boy,” she quipped back.

“That’s Devil to you, baby girl,” he smirked.

Doubt started creeping in, and she frowned slightly. “Derrick, we didn’t use a condom,” she sighed.

He shook his head immediately. “Don’t worry. I got tested. All three of us did when Kevin said he had a date with you. And I always use a condom with the courtesans at the clubhouse.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Courtesans? As in whores from back in the day? Like eighteenth century?” she questioned.

He grinned brightly. “Yep. We’re knights after all.”

She let out a laugh of disbelief. He looked so smug. “Fucking bikers.” She shook her head.

“Yeah, baby girl, that’s what you’re doing. Fucking bikers.” He smirked again.

She smiled and groaned at his bad pun. “Alright, Devil. Let me down.” She patted his shoulder with her hand.

He slid out of her, both of them groaning, before he put her down on shaky legs. He waited until she was stable before he reached down and did up his boxers and pants.

Kara ignored her underwear and shorts and opted to use the toilet. She peed and then cleaned herself up as much as she could with rough toilet paper. When she was done, Derrick handed her her shorts sans underwear. “Derrick, give me my undies,” she said, holding out her hand.

He smirked and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Mine now.”

“Derrick,” she snapped half-heartedly.

“You don’t need them,” he grinned devilishly.

Her OCD mind was kicking into gear. “Derrick, they match the bra. They’re a set. I’ll give you another pair,” she reasoned.

His grin grew wicked. “Little miss control freak doesn’t like a little chaos in her little orderly world,” he goaded. “Put the shorts on, baby girl, or I’ll take them too. Consider it your punishment for buying dinner.” He turned and opened the stall door with her still standing there half naked.

She gaped after him but had no choice but to slip into the jean shorts. They were snug from the get-go, but now the seam rubbed against her folds and hit her clit, and she gasped as she walked out of the stall.

Derrick was standing by the bathroom door, a devilish grin on his face as he watched her move toward the sinks. “How’s that feel?” he asked.

She ignored him and washed her hands. She fixed her hair and made sure her makeup still looked good before she dried her hands and turned back to Derrick. “I will get those panties back,” she declared.

He just smirked and held the door open for her.

She rolled her eyes and walked past him. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked, and every step sent a jolt through her clit. She felt like everyone in the bar knew what she did in the bathroom with Derrick. She was a mess by the time she reached the table and slid back on her stool.

Kevin shot her a wink, a smile on his face. Either he didn’t know what transpired in the bathroom with Derrick or he was OK with it. She needed to talk to him about it. Hopefully tonight.

She hadn’t realized how close her stool still was to Johnny’s until his hand landed on her thigh. “Have fun in the bathroom?” he asked before his finger slid under the hem of her shorts and rubbed against her slit.

She gasped and froze; her eyes flew to Kevin’s. His dark brown eyes were almost black. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned forward, crossing his arms and resting them on the table. “Did I neglect you this week, baby?” he asked, his voice low. “I wasn’t around much, so you had to fuck my brother in the bathroom?”

She gasped, mouth dropping open as Johnny slipped a finger inside her pussy at the same time. She had no words. Devil chuckled deeply.

“Such a little slut, you need my best friend to finger you right after you got fucked?” Kevin continued.

“Kevin,” she moaned and shifted forward on the stool toward him. The angle drove Johnny’s finger in deeper, and she let out a shuddering breath and closed her eyes.

“She’s dripping and not wearing panties. You let Devil fuck you without a condom?” Johnny’s voice was deep and rough. He twisted his wrist and slipped in a second digit.

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