Page 19 of Embracing the Consequences

And while Johnny had proved himself otherwise, that initial meeting would always stand out to her. Especially as they had almost fucked in her all-glass office.

Now she didn’t mind Johnny’s arrogance so much. They weren’t so much oil and water as they were oil and vinegar, went great together, often separated—butted heads—but were easily mixed back together—had amazing makeup sex.

In three short months, her life had completely changed. It had been seven weeks since her attack that had her moving in with her boys and set her on the case of the century, but she wouldn’t change any of it for the world. Her ribs may still twinge from time to time, and her knee would swell and ache more than she liked, but she was healing. Her cast was gone, her wrist would get stronger, and her cuts and bruises were healed.

And most important of all, her heart was full. “I love you guys,” she said and turned into Johnny’s body. He wrapped his arm around her waist as she leaned into him.

Kevin came up behind her and grabbed her hand. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I love you too,” Kevin said. His deep, soulful brown eyes gazed down into hers with all the love in the world.

“Me too, babe,” Johnny murmured and pressed another kiss to her temple.

“Is it love hour?” Derrick’s deep voice rumbled from across the great room as he walked down the stairs. His hair was wet from a shower, his long, dark mane brushed and air drying around his shoulders, his thick beard still damp. He, too, had on a black T-shirt and blue jeans and was also barefoot, though a pair of socks was thrown over his shoulder.

Kara smirked. “Sure is, Devil boy. Come tell me you love me.”

Derrick growled and moved quickly across the large room and into the kitchen. “I’ll do more than that, baby girl.” He ran and fell to his knees and slid across the wood floor. He came to a stop right at her feet.

She grinned wickedly down at him. “I like you on your knees before me.”

He growled and lifted her shirt and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her belly before he bit down.

She gasped and threaded her fingers through his mane.

“You’ll pay for that comment later, baby girl,” Derrick said before he tugged her leggings down and licked through her folds.

“Fuck.” She groaned and leaned back against Johnny and Kevin.

As if of one brain, both men reached out and pinched one of her nipples. She moaned again and jumped when there was a loud knock on the front door.

“No,” she whined, panting slightly already. “Fuck.” She groaned. “Fuck you guys,” she grumbled and pushed away from her men. How the hell was she supposed to have an adult conversation with her brother when she was all fucking worked up?

She heard the loud smack to her ass before the pain registered.

“Keep talkin’ back, Princess, and you’re gonna regret it later.” Johnny growled.

She shot him a smirk over her shoulder and headed for the door, straightening her clothes as she went. When she got there, she turned her back to the heavy wood door and faced her men; they were watching her suspiciously. She smirked and quickly lifted her shirt and bra, flashing her bare tits.

“Fucking beautiful,” Kevin groaned.

“I’m putting you over my knee later, slut.” Johnny growled.

She laughed and fixed her clothes. “You’ll have to catch me,” she taunted him before she flung open the front door and revealed her older brother, Marcos, standing on their front porch. His dark hair was buzzed short to his head, and his deep brown eyes were warm as a smile formed on his lips at the sight of her.

She gave her brother a bright smile and moved in for a hug. “Hey, Marquitos.”

“LilManita,” Marcos murmured and pulled her in tight. “Thanks for inviting me.”

She smiled against his shoulder. “Thanks for coming, brother. It means a lot to me,” she said as she slowly pulled away from him.

He was dressed like her guys, a plain back T-shirt and blue jeans, no cut in sight. She saw his bike in the driveway, though, so she assumed his cut was tucked into a saddlebag, because she knew her boys didn’t leave home without it, ever. Even on the job, it was tucked into their bikes or trucks.

“I’m sorry again, about everything,” Marcos said softly.

She sighed and hugged her brother again. “I know Marky Marc, I know. Me too.”

He hugged her tightly again, and she leaned into him. At the end of the day, she missed her big brother. She loved him fiercely and hated not speaking to him.

She led her brother into the house. He pulled his boots off by the front door and walked through the great room in his socks. “Beautiful place you got here,” Marcos said as he looked around at the vaulted ceilings and wooden beams stretched across from the second floor.

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