Page 58 of Reconciling the Consequences

His groans grew louder.

Pride swelled within her knowing she could unravel her man so quickly.

Before he could come, he roughly pulled her up by her hair. “Kara, stop.”

She wiped her mouth as she pulled off him. “What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing the distress on his face.

He was panting uncontrollably, his head pressed back against the pillows. “Nothing. I just want to come in that tight pussy.”

She smirked and leaned down, flicking his head with her tongue once more.

His hand wrapped around her jaw roughly. “Be a good girl,” he ordered, holding her in place.

She kept her gaze locked on his bright green eyes.

“Climb on my cock,” he ordered and let go of her jaw.

She moved quickly, sliding from the bed. She shimmied out of her blue jean shorts and lace undies before she was back on the bed straddling him. She didn’t bother to take off her tank top or bra.

Derrick’s hands grabbed her hips the minute she was close enough. He guided her over him. Wasting little time, she reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock. She slid his head along her slit, slicking him with her arousal before she lined him up and slowly sank down on his thick length.

“That’s it.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

Kara swiveled her hips slowly and watched his handsome face as pleasure rolled over him. His thick mane of auburn hair was a halo around his head on the pillows, and his beard was as bushy as ever. He was glorious in a rough-and-tumble, lumberjack kind of way, and she absolutely loved that about him.

She loved everything about him: all his goofy anecdotes and silly jokes. He was always making her laugh and was quick to put a smile on her face. He was sweet and caring and 100% hers.

She rested her left hand on his pec and set the pace, riding him. Usually, she would rest both hands on his chest, but with his injury and her cast, she didn’t want to hurt him. “You’re holding back.” He growled and then tried to slam her down on his cock only to groan and let go of her with his right hand—his injured side.

“Fuck.” She sighed, leaning over him.

Pain rippled across his face.

“I’m sorry,” she cried, stopping. She braced her left hand on the bed above his shoulders and waited.

“I’m OK.” He breathed.

“Maybe we should wait.” She hedged, knowing it was the last thing either of them wanted at that moment.

“Hell no.” He growled and snapped his hips up—his abs apparently worked perfectly.

She slid her hips up and down and gasped as the new position pressed her clit against his pubic bone. She did it again and again, finding a rhythm and fucking him with all she had.

“That’s it, baby girl.” He groaned. His good hand was still on her hip, resting there. He dug his fingers into her skin roughly.

She took her time and set her pace. Sweat slid between her still-clothed breasts and down her back. She didn’t care. She swiveled her hips, and Derrick swore. She smirked and did it again. “So fucking gorgeous, Kara,” Derrick muttered.

She threw her head back and groaned as her orgasm crashed over her. She rolled her hips and moaned when Derrick’s thrust up to meet hers, riding her through her high.

He held her steady with his good arm, while he thrust into her, grunting and following her over the edge. “Fuck.” He growled, his body shuddering beneath her.

She rested her forehead against his chest, careful not to aggravate his gunshot wound, while she caught her breath. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” she asked softly.

His hands circled her waist, one sliding up her back under her shirt. “No baby. You could never hurt me,” he murmured. His voice was soft, as if he was fading into sleep again. “I love you.”

Her smile was wide, and she knew everything would be OK. “I love you too.”

Thenextday,Karapored over documents in the dining room. The house was full of her team members: Marlie and Stacy along with Danvers and his assistant, Gina. They were digging through the boxes with renewed vigor. She needed to find anything she could on Case Holdings and anything that linked her father to the crimes he was framing Mac for.

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