Page 42 of Reconciling the Consequences

He had removed them for her, then he started digging into her devices to see what else he might find. He discovered a hidden app that recorded all of her written messages as well. After he had declared her devices clean, he still recommended getting new ones just to be safe.

She had agreed, defeated, and curled up on the leather couch in his office while he started digging into her father. She gave him the flash drive from Stephanie and her father’s personal information… and dig in he had.

Now she was exhausted; it was going on midnight, and Jack didn’t look like he was quitting anytime soon. When she yawned midquestion, Jack glanced at the time and frowned. “Why don’t you guys head upstairs and take the guest room?” he suggested to his brother. “I’ll probably be awhile yet.”

Kevin looked down at Kara, who was resting her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

They got up slowly and Kevin led her up the basement stairs and through the kitchen to the main stairwell in the massive front foyer. The house was a spectacular architectural design with mahogany trim everywhere. She was too tired to truly appreciate it. By the time they got up to the second floor and into the guest room she was half asleep on her feet.

Kevin helped her out of her shorts and bra, leaving her in a tank top and undies, before he tucked her under the covers. “I’m gonna hang out with my brother for a bit longer. I’ll be back in a bit,” he said before he leaned down to kiss her.

“Mmm.” She hummed against his lips, eyes already closed.

He chuckled as he pulled away. He was pretty sure she passed out before he even left the room.

She woke to the sun peeking through the slats of the blinds. Kevin was curled around her back, snoring softly in her ear. She relished the feel of him behind her and enjoyed the quiet moment. It wasn’t often she got alone time with him anymore. She missed him—missed what they started together, though she was grateful for Johnny and Derrick.

She was going to have to make an effort, after all of this was behind her, to make time to spend with each of her boys alone. One-on-one time was important too.

She stretched languidly and rolled over to wrap her arms around him. He shifted in his sleep, pulling her closer, but otherwise remained dead to the world.

She brushed her fingers over his sleeping face and along the stubble growing in on his jaw. He was so fucking hot, even in his sleep. She brushed her thumb over his lips and gasped when he sucked it into his mouth.

His eyes snapped open, and she was caught off guard by the intensity in his almost black eyes. She pulled her thumb out of his mouth as his hand slid up her back and wrapped around the nape of her neck.

He pulled her in closer and captured her mouth in a fiery kiss. She hummed into his mouth as he rolled them so he was perched over her, his hips nestled between her spread legs. Only the thin scrap of her panties separated them.

She smirked when she realized that he’d come to bed naked. He was so fucking warm against her, his whole body an inferno that set her heart racing. She looped her arms around his neck as she shifted her hips wider and bent her knees, getting comfortable.

Kevin smirked and pulled away from the kiss when she hummed and thrust her hips up against his. “Did you want something, naughty girl?” His voice was husky from sleep. He nipped her jaw and she hissed when he licked it better.

She circled her hips up toward his again, grinding on his cock. Her hand slid down the golden skin of his toned back, reveling in the expanse of hard muscle and smooth skin. “Please, sir.” She moaned and nipped at his chin.

He lowered more of his weight down on top of her, and she sighed. “My dirty little slut hasn’t asked properly yet,” he crooned into her ear. His breath was hot and sent shivers down her spine.

“Please, sir.” She moaned, her voice breathless. She pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his neck, just below his ear. “Please fuck me. Please use me like a dirty slut.”

Kevin didn’t say another word; he reached between them and ripped her panties off her body.

She let out a quiet yip as the fabric tore, grateful they weren’t any of her lace or silk pairs. She generally hated those panty-ripping romance novels solely on the fact that sexy underwear was expensive! And to ruin a matching set for sex? Fuck those guys.

She couldn’t blame him, though. It was fucking hot when he lost control and took charge of her. She loved every minute of it.

He didn’t give her time to get ready either. He glided the head of his cock through her folds, slicking himself with her juices before he slid in deep. He didn’t give her a moment of reprieve as he set a punishing pace.

She wrapped her legs around his trim hips and met his thrusts with her own.

He pulled her arms from around his neck and placed them above her head. He laced his fingers through hers—careful of her cast—and held her in place as she groaned and arched against him. His lips found that spot on her neck and latched on.

She gave another breathy moan as she tried to free her wrists only for him to tighten his hold. “Kevin.” She panted softly.

He kissed his way up her neck and nipped at her jaw again. “What did you call me, slut?” He growled into her ear, his hips halting.

She cried out, frustrated. “Please, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” She begged. “Can I come please, sir?”

Kevin pulled away and hovered above her; his brown eyes were intense as he stared down at her. His gaze roamed over her face, studying her. “I don’t know, slut,” he muttered. “You’ve been working a little too hard lately, haven’t been resting enough. Do you think you deserve it?” he questioned; a sparkle glinted in his eyes.

Her eyes narrowed on their own, almost pulling her out of the scene to snap at him about all the hard work she was putting in on Mac’s case, until his other hand wrapped around her neck loosely. She swallowed thickly as her mind blanked out once again.

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