Page 30 of Courting the Consequences

She leaned forward and sucked a kiss into his neck, groaning as the plug shifted in her ass.

“Careful now, keep that up and I’ll have to bend you over this bike and fuck you in front of everyone.” His voice was raspy, like he very much wanted to do just that.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she declared in his ear.

He let out a low growl. “Keep testing me and find out, woman.”

Not wanting to find out, she sighed and let go of him, then slowly got off the bike. She could easily see why it would have been dangerous to ride in shorts. Touching the hot engine and tailpipe could have resulted in nasty burns that would ruined their evening.

She stepped away from the bike to give Kevin room to swing his leg over and stand up. He gave her a sexy grin when he walked toward her and grabbed her hand. “You ready for this?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip and shrugged. “What’s there to be ready for? The men in your club to ogle me? Other whores to mark me as competition?” she questioned, suddenly feeling anxious.

“You are not one of those whores,” he said fiercely, squeezing her hand. “For one, stop thinking you are because you have three guys chasing after you. Two, those whores would never be allowed to ride bitch on my bike, or Mayhem’s or Devil’s either. Three—”

She kissed him before he could continue. She was seriously falling in love with this man the more time she spent with him. It had been a whirlwind couple of weeks since they started dating, but she was falling quickly for the tall, dark, and handsome man before her.

The clubhouse was nothing like she thought it’d be. She honestly didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but the bar/restaurant she walked into was not it. The room was long and deep. The tables and floor were dark wood, and there were booths along two walls. A very large bar ran the length of the room on the right. Pool tables were stationed near the back half, with dartboards and even a shuffleboard table along the left side. There was a set of black double doors that led to what looked like a conference room, with a massive table in the center of the room. Kevin had called the room church; it was where they discussed club business.

Kara was most surprised by the number of people who hung out in the clubhouse and by just how many people she recognized from work. The foreman of Taylor Construction and Mechanical, Frank Meyers, sat at a table with half his crew, all of whom she recognized.

“This was a bad idea.” She groaned, turning to face Kevin just as Johnny walked up.

“Why’s that, Princess?” Johnny asked. He cocked a blond eyebrow that made his blue eyes shine.

“Too many people from the office,” she said, her eyes wide.

He glanced toward Frank and the others and seemed to realize what had her worried. “Everyone here is loyal to the club. They may not be patched members, but they’re only allowed to be here because we trust their loyalty. And they work for me.” When she didn’t look convinced, Johnny nodded his head toward them. “Come on,” he said and grabbed her hand.

Kara hesitated long enough for Johnny to tug her along after him. She sighed, accepting her fate, and plastered a smile on her face.

“Hey Frank, boys.” Johnny called out a greeting as he walked up hand in hand with Kara.

She watched as each man looked up to greet them only to then realize who she was. It would have been quite comical if she wasn’t so nervous that one of them would blab around the office that she’d been there and who she’d been with.

“Boss, Miss Carmichael,” Frank greeted, a pleasant smile on his face.

“Frank,” she smiled pleasantly. “Gentlemen.” She nodded at the rest of the table of Taylor Construction employees.

“As you can see, Miss Carmichael is here as a guest of mine,” Johnny said, his voice deep. “If anyone here makes her feel uncomfortable or anything that happens in here gets back to the office, I will personally cut every single one of your dicks off and shove them down your throats for talking.” He spoke so matter-of-factly, as if he were talking about the weather and not threatening to dismember them.

She watched the group of men swallow and look alarmed. “Have a good evening, gentlemen.” She grinned, squeezing Johnny’s hand.

He smiled brightly and led her away from the table and toward the bar where Derrick was sitting with Kevin. Johnny took the seat beside Kevin and pulled her against him. His hand rested low on her back. “You look amazing,” he muttered into her ear before he kissed her neck.

She smiled and leaned against him, letting him wrap his arms around her.

Kevin grinned and handed her a drink. “It’s not Macallan,” he explained, “but it’s not bad.”

“Thank you.” She smiled gratefully and took a sip. It wasn’t bad at all. She nodded and took another sip.

“Stop being a snob,” Johnny smirked.

“Excuse me?” she snapped immediately and turned to face him.

He turned to her and rested an elbow on the bar, giving her his full attention. His amusement annoyed her. “Listen here, Johnathan Taylor,” she started softly, so no one but the three of them could hear. “You don’t know the first damn thing about me. So don’t fucking presume to know me.”

“Alright, Princess,” Johnny drawled, an amused smile on his face. He still wore a baseball cap backward over his blond hair, and his beard was slightly shaggy, like he needed a trim. His baby-blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and it annoyed her to no end. “Enlighten me.”

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