Page 31 of Courting the Consequences

She rolled her eyes and slammed her whisky back. “No,” she said and slipped out of his grip. She walked away, sashaying toward a pool table that wasn’t being used.

Derrick’s riotous laughter followed her.

She started racking for eight-ball. She looked up when Derrick walked over. “You gotta have balls of steel to tell Mayhem no.” Derrick laughed as he rounded the table and came up beside her.

She rolled her eyes. “Sounds like he needs to hear it more often.”

Derrick slid his hand over her ass and pulled her back against him. She stood up, resting her head back against his shoulder. His hands slid around her hips, gliding over her belly and hips. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed into her ear before his mouth latched onto her neck.

She felt like everyone’s eyes were on them. Even though they were at one end of the packed room, she felt like she was on display and that everyone knew that she was here for three guys and not just the one she rode in with.

She opened her eyes and found no one paying attention to her, but she did find two very handsome men watching her intently from the bar. She smirked at Johnny and tilted her head up and to her right.

Derrick released her neck and captured her lips immediately. When they broke apart, breathless, a moment later, Derrick said. “You’re playing with fire, baby girl.” Then he smacked her ass and stepped away from her.

She shrugged. “Pool?”

He grinned wickedly and nodded.

Johnnywatchedherfromacross the clubhouse. She was actually pretty fucking good at pool—gave Derrick a run for his money and even won a game or two. She seemed to be having a good time toying with him from across the room.

At one point Devil pulled out what appeared to be her panties and waved them around in the air, much to both her and Johnny’s annoyance.

Kara glared across the barroom when a courtesan flounced her way over to Johnny and tried to come on to him. He had allowed it for a few minutes, to rile up Kara, but he wasn’t about to let it get out of hand.

“You just have to goad her.” Kevin shook his head and took a sip of his beer.

Johnny smirked and shrugged. “She gets so fired up. It’s fucking hot.”

“There’s firing her up and there’s mocking her. She’s right you know; you really don’t know the first thing about her.”

Johnny looked over at his friend and met his stare. He knew there was more to her than met the eye—the two sleeves of tattoos made that obvious—but what was Kevin alluding to? “Alright, man,” he agreed. “I’ll lay off.”

Kevin nodded and then walked over to where Kara was sucking on a straw seductively while eye fucking him and Johnny. Devil was behind her again, hands on her hips.

Johnny watched as Kevin walked over to them. Rockstar took the glass out of Kara’s hands and wrapped a hand around her jaw. He leaned over her much smaller frame and kissed her deeply. Even from across the bar, Johnny could see the liquid drip down her chin as Kevin sucked her drink from her mouth.

So fucking hot.

Devil was attached to her back, mouth on her neck again. His hands inched up her tank top, putting the bare skin of her abdomen on display. As a tattoo peaked out over her jeans, Johnny knew he was a goner.How the hell did this prim and proper CEO have so many damn tattoos?

Kevin’s hands slid down her body and cupped the underside of her breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger.

Johnny couldn’t hear her moan across the room, not over all the other women moaning and writhing on the laps of his brothers, but he watched Kara arch her back, pushing her tits into Kevin’s hands. Devil undid the top button of her jeans and slid his hand inside.

Johnny couldn’t believe how much she’d let them get away with already today. He’d fingered her in the restaurant at dinner after Devil had fucked her in the bathroom. This was just a whole other level ofunrealthat Johnny didn’t believe the Ice Queen had up her sleeves.

Maybe he needed to stop imagining what he thought she was like and actually go find out what she wasreallylike.

Johnny glanced around the room and noticed a few of his guys from the Taylor Construction crew hanging around still. They were eyeing the show Kara was unknowingly putting on with blatant stares.

It appeared Johnny wasn’t the only one surprised that Miss Prim and Proper could be so bold. He didn’t like them leering at his woman, though, so he got up and headed their way. “About time you boys headed out, isn’t it?” Johnny asked, stopping at their table.

Chris and Jack jumped, clearly startled to find him in front of them. Johnny crossed his arms and waited. “Right. Yep. Night, boss,” one of them muttered. They scrambled from the table and tossed money down.

Johnny didn’t wait to make sure they were gone; he headed for where Rockstar and Devil had Kara sandwiched between them. Devil’s hand was fully in her jeans now. His finger was probably buried in her cunt, working her over.

Rockstar was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

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