Page 17 of Reconciling the Consequences

And for what?

In the end, it hadn’t mattered. It hadn’t been worth it. Her father had still tried to have her killed.

“It’s part of the nickname.” Johnny sighed. “I unleash mayhem when my anger gets the best of me.”

Kara frowned; she didn’t believe that, not entirely. He was not out of control or out of his mind with rage that night. He had chosen his wordsprecisely.Meticulously. He wielded his words like a blade and stabbed them into her heart. He knew exactly which ones would inflict the most damage. And he didn’t hold back.

She could still see the hate and malice in his baby-blue eyes that night. It was a look that would haunt her. It was the reason she hadn’t forgiven him yet. She was too gun-shy to let him in… yet she was lying in his arms seeking comfort from him.

Tears fell down her face again.

She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to talk to Kevin. Or a girlfriend.

That was it—she would call her friend Erika in the morning, get some distance from Johnny, and figure out her head. With a plan in motion, she rolled away, pulling her cast from between them and awkwardly turning to curl around the arm that had been wrapped around her back.

Johnny took the hint. He turned off the bedside lamp and rolled into her, spooning her, his bare chest against her back. In the dark, her heart pounded in her chest, his body warm around hers. She was wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of his boxers—despite having a good chunk of her clothing now, they hadn’t gotten around to washing her stuff yet.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing herself to relax. Despite her anger and disappointment with Johnny, she was still attracted to him. He was large and warm and wrapped around her.

His cock had been rock-hard in his boxers for the last twenty minutes. For all his bad-boy personality, he was being a Boy Scout and keeping his hands to himself. She used his left arm as a pillow, and he draped his right one over her waist.

She was so small tucked into him. She loved their size difference. She loved how safe she immediately felt in his arms.

His beard scratched against her neck and shoulder as he leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck.

She moaned softly and bent her neck to give him more access. When he did it again, she arched her back and ground her ass back onto his cock.

He hissed and groaned. “Baby.”

She smiled in the dark. Torture came in many forms, and she was a master. She circled her hips again, and his right hand clamped down on her hip, hard. She marveled at the feeling of his tight grip. His large hand wrapped around her hip and dipped under the waistband of her boxers. “Johnny, please,” she breathed out.

His hand delved deeper and she realized she hadn’t shaved in a week when he slid his fingers through her folds. Thankfully she had showered at least. His finger traced along her seam, teasing her.

She rolled her hips, and he hissed and pulled away.

He turned her on her back and yanked down her boxers—his boxers. He tossed them aside and, not seeming to mind the extra hair, parted her folds with two fingers and circled her clit with his thumb. “So fucking wet for me, you dirty girl.” His voice was low and gravelly in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She moaned again—she loved when he talked dirty to her.

“Has it been too long since this cunt had anything in it?”

She didn’t know if he was being rhetorical or not, but she moaned anyway. “Please, Johnny.” She begged.

“How can I deny you when you beg so prettily?” He shoved two fingers into her hole, knuckles deep.

She groaned and arched her back. “Johnny.” She panted.

He slid over her, getting on his knees between her splayed legs. “Please.” She begged again and wrapped her legs around his shoulders.

He gave her a cocky grin before he dove face-first for her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around his head and grabbed ahold of the hair that had grown out just enough for her to lace her fingers through.

“Fuck, yes.” She panted and ground her pussy against his face. Her thighs locked around his head, and she took her fill from him.

He didn’t seem to mind. He groaned against her cunt, his lips sucking hard on her clit. He slid a third finger inside her, and she shuddered. His fingers were so large, so thick.

“Johnnnnyyy.” She cried out as she came, her body spasming and jacking up off the bed.

She groaned and laid back down, her hand resting on her sore rib cage as she tried to catch her breath.

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