Page 18 of Embracing the Consequences

Kevin groaned when Johnny twisted his hips, their cocks separated by only a thin layer of skin as they slid against each other.

“Come here, baby girl,” Derrick said as he pulled away from their kiss. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down toward his rock-hard cock. “There’s a good girl,” he crooned as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

Kevin thrust his hips up hard, jostling Kara. She slipped and swallowed Derrick down further. “Fuck.” Derrick groaned.

Kara moaned loudly around Derrick’s cock, and it only spurned them all on. They set a steady pace, fucking hard but slowly. A deep, sensual drawing out only to snap back hard. She became a withering, whining mess among the three of them.

Derrick kept his hands on the back of her head and held her in place as he fucked her mouth.

“That’s it, Princess, come for us.” Johnny panted as he felt her walls clenching around him and Kevin.

“Fuck yes,” Kevin groaned.

Kara moaned loudly around Derrick’s cock as she came so hard her whole body shuddered with it.

“Fuck.” Derrick gasped and groaned loudly as he stopped thrusting in her mouth and came.

Johnny wasn’t far behind. “Fucking hell, Princess.” He groaned as he came.

Kevin snapped his hips up as his fingers gripped Kara’s hips. “So fucking good for us,” he mumbled before he came with a low groan.

Kara collapsed onto his chest as Derrick pulled away.

Johnny pulled out slowly and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back out, Kara was still lying on top of Kevin. Johnny laughed softly. “Come on, pretty girl. You need to clean up. Then we should eat that snack you set out downstairs.”

Kara yawned and said, “Bring it upstairs. We can watch TV in bed.”

“Good plan.” Kevin smiled and rubbed her back.

Saturday night Kara pacedaround the kitchen, stirring sauce on the stove and then checking that the place settings at the table in the breakfast nook were up to her standards. She had invited her brother to dinner earlier in the week, hoping they could mend their relationship and talk shit out.

Things had been tense between them ever since their argument months ago, before her attack. She had called him for one of their regular catch-up calls, and she had admitted that she was actively dating three men at the same time. He hadn’t taken it well and all but called her a whore.

The shit at the beach and discovering he was a Devil’s Psycho hadn’t helped. Not only had he lied—or omitted the truth—her whole life, he was in the damn rival MC that was actively raging a war against the MC her men were in.

Add on the shit his president was doing with her own father, plus finding out that Marcos shared a father with Johnny, along with the death of Johnny’s—and Marcos’s—father, and shit had been strained between Kara and her big brother for too long.

She hated it. She missed her big brother.

She needed the evening to go well and was trying to make everything perfect. It was bad enough that she was attempting to host this dinner whilefucking sober. She wondered how long it would take her brother to notice she wasn’t drinking. She had money on ten minutes.

Kevin was the optimist and said he wouldn’t notice.Hah.Not the way he homes in on me the minute he sees me.

Derrick had said after dinner and Johnny had voted for sometime during the meal.

Kara rolled her eyes. She knew her brother; he was a fucking hound dog and would sense something was off with her right away. So she poured a can of Sprite into another wineglass and hoped like hell it would buy her some time.

“Baby, you gotta relax. It’ll be OK,” Kevin said as he walked into the kitchen. He slid in behind her as she stirred the spaghetti sauce.

“Marcos and me…” she shook her head and trailed off. “We’re oil and water on a good day.”

“Nah, babe. That’s me and you.” Johnny smirked as he walked into the kitchen, blond hair still wet from a shower.

Kara grinned and let her eyes roam over her man. She took in the black T-shirt that hugged his muscular body and the blue jeans that hung low on his hips. His feet were bare, and for some reason she found that hot as hell. Domestic and homey. His blue eyes sparkled as he watched her check him out.

She gave him a smile as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple.

It felt like a lifetime ago that she’d first met Johnny when he came to her office to present plans for the remodel. He’d shown up while she was in the midst of firing Ken Laraway for sexual harassment. She had thought he was hot but arrogant as hell. She’d been angry and worked up from dealing with one chauvinist dickhead; she didn’t want to deal with another.

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