Page 37 of Courting the Consequences

Kara giggled and nodded. “I’m good with that.”

It was slow moving after that. The boys helped Kara into the shower and then gave her some space to shower in peace…until Johnny walked in while she was washing her hair.

She jumped when hands slid down her slick body.

“Easy, Princess,” Johnny’s deep voice murmured.

“I thought you were giving me privacy?” she smirked.

“Well, Kevin and Derrick headed back to their dorm rooms to shower…and since you’re in mine…” he chuckled. “Conserving water and all that.”

Kara giggled but allowed him to pull her into his arms and kissed him back when his mouth claimed hers. It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate. Kara groaned as Johnny tilted her head back and ran his fingers through her hair to help rinse it of shampoo while never breaking the kiss.

She broke the kiss, panting, and finished rinsing. She refused to be distracted while doing her hair-care routine, even if she didn’t have her shampoo and conditioner. Johnny at least didn’t use an all-in-one, one-size-cleans-all-man bodywash. So she washed her hair with his fancy shampoo and was grateful it would do until she could wash it with her good products.

Johnny’s hands continued to roam her body. His mouth latched onto her neck, making her groan. She hadn’t looked in the mirror to see how many hickeys and bruises her men had sucked into her skin the last twenty-four hours.

“Goddamn, Princess.” Johnny groaned into her skin. “How are you so utterly perfect?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Funny, that’s not what you’re usually saying.”

She opened her eyes to see his blue eyes raw and exposed. She gasped when she saw the emotion on his face. He meant what he said. He cupped her face and rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

Her heart sped up. He was so intense all the time, and he towered over her, making her feel tiny compared to him. His shoulders were broad and muscular—he was easily twice as wide as her. His thick arms were covered in multicolored tattoos: skulls and skeletons and the Ravager Knights logo with its menacing skeleton in armor holding a scythe above their motto: “Death’s Henchmento deliver your soul to Death himself.”

Some of their other mottos were intertwined in his skin along with the words “United Psychos,” that only he, Kevin, and Derrick were a part of.

She ran her hands over his arms and chest, marveling at the chiseled muscles. “Come here, pretty lady.” Johnny’s voice was gruff.

She looked back up at him, taking in his buzzed blond hair and slightly grown out beard. It was due for a trim, but she loved that little bit of extra ruggedness the beard gave him. It added to his dangerous appeal.

He pulled her toward him and kissed her soundly. She melted against him. She let the kiss turn filthy as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She slid her hands around his shoulders and let out a little “eep” when he picked her up and her back hit the cold tile wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight.

He gripped under her thighs and shifted her; she felt his hard cock bob against her abdomen before he lined himself up. She reached between them, gripped his length, and guided him into her core.

She threw her head back against the wall and groaned as he sunk in deep in one slow thrust. “Johnny.” She moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

“Fuck, Princess.” He gasped. “Your pussy is amazing.”

She smirked. “I bet you say that to all the whores you fuck,” she joked.

He stopped moving and grew serious. She watched the change come over his face. “Kara,” he said, his voice low. “You know you aren’t one of those whores to me, right? Thatthis,” he motioned between the two of them, “means something?”

She opened her mouth to say something but was lost for words. What did you say to something like that? It wasn’t a declaration of love. But it was definitely feelings. She cleared her throat. “I think I know that?” she started. “I know you said last night that I would be enough for you and that you were mine… I just… I’m sorry,” she sighed.

He was patient though and didn’t speak. He let her gather her thoughts.

“This is just so new still—the idea that three men wantme. It’s hard to wrap my head around that any of this is real; I’m no one special,” she admitted softly.

Johnny’s thumb rubbed over her cheekbone as he watched her silently. His blue eyes were stony. “I’m going to kill whoever it was that made you question thatanyonewouldn’t want you.” He growled. “Then I’m going to serve them to you on a silver platter so you never forgetyour worth.”

Kara cut him off with a kiss before he could continue. He growled and cradled her head and deepened the kiss. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting into her again. He didn’t rush things, though. For as fiery as his kiss had been, he slowed things down to match his thrusts. Slow and sensual.

It was probably as close to lovemaking as a man like Johnny could get.

She clung to him and let him lead. When she broke the kiss, chanting his name softly, he picked up the pace. “Johnny!” She cried out when she came, her walls fluttering around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

He groaned not long after her, snapping his hips against hers and grunting as he spilled inside her.

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