Page 27 of Courting the Consequences

She panted. She needed to get her head on right. She was in the middle of a semibusy bar. Anyone could be watching. Anyone could see what was happening beneath the table. She was a goddamned lawyer. She needed to get herself under control.

Her eyes snapped open and she glanced around quickly. But no one seemed to be paying them any attention. Kevin and Devil were crowded around the small table and blocked most of the view with their bodies.

“It was her punishment for buying dinner,” Derrick told his brothers.

Johnny tsked in her ear. “Is that right, Princess? You buy our dinner?” his wrist twisted again, and then his thumb was on her clit. The two fingers inside her curled upward, and his thumb circled her sensitive bud.

She couldn’t respond. Her eyes snapped shut as his fingers circled over her G-spot. She whimpered when they stopped. She opened her eyes to see all three men watching her intently, desire clear on their faces. She gasped. She was not used to having undivided attention during sexual activities. Especially with three guys at once.

She blushed and tried to hide her face in Johnny’s shoulder.

Kevin grabbed her hand. “Uh-uh, baby,” he shook his head.

Her eyes snapped to his. “If you want to come, you’ll answer the question.”

“What question?” she asked immediately.

Johnny’s laugh rumbled out next to her. “Look at you. Miss calm, cool, and collected, always got an answer for everything, coming undone over a couple fingers in her cunt.”

Kara narrowed her eyes at him. He rubbed circles into her G-spot again, and she lost her train of thought. Her eyes closed again, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

“Why does it matter if I bought dinner?” She groaned.

“Call us old fashioned.” Derrick’s amusement was evident in his voice; even with her eyes closed she knew he was smirking.

“Neanderthals, more like it,” Kara snapped.

“Princess, if I were a Neanderthal I’d fuck you right on this table in front of everyone,” Johnny growled in her ear. “Now, be a good girl and come for me,” he ordered.

She buried her face in his shoulder and bit down on the leather of his cut as her orgasm washed over her. She whimpered slightly and squeezed her thighs together as her pussy clenched down on his fingers.

“There’s a good girl,” Johnny murmured and pressed a kiss to her hair.

Her mind went gloriously blank at the praise and the orgasm, and she felt like she was floating. She leaned further against Johnny as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and wiped them on his jeans. His hand landed on her thigh and squeezed. “You coming to the clubhouse tonight?” he asked, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it before.

She looked to Kevin, unsure of what to do. He smiled at her and said, “Up to you.”

“You should come to the clubhouse tonight,” Johnny suggested.

She looked up at him, unsure. “This, whatever this is, between the four of us,” she spoke slowly, trying to decide on her words. She looked at Kevin and glanced at Derrick before she looked back up at Johnny. “It’s just the four of us, right? This won’t go further? I’m not some club whore that you’ll share with—”

Johnny cut her off before she could continue. “No. You aren’t a whore despite what we might have said during the heat of a moment. We would never share you with anyone but the three of us,” Johnny growled.

She opened her mouth to ask more, but Derrick cut her off too. “Ours, baby girl,” he said. “Just ours,” he added.

“Does that make you mine?” she questioned, looking between Derrick and Johnny. She already knew she had Kevin, but was it selfish of her to demand that they only sleep with her?

Johnny pressed a bruising kiss to her lips. “We’re yours, baby,” he said when they broke apart, breathless.

She looked to Devil, who nodded back at her. She gave him a dazed smile before Kevin cleared his throat. “Shall we get out of here?” he asked, cocking his head.

She nodded slowly.

“I’ll follow Kara back to her place so she can drop off her car, and then we’ll head over to the clubhouse,” Kevin told the other two.

Johnny and Derrick agreed, and they all stood up and left the table. Once outside, Derrick grabbed her wrist and whirled her around. She spun into his arms and gasped when his hand came up and grabbed her jaw. “No panties,” he ordered.

Her eyes widened before she glared at him. “You don’t order me—”

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