Page 23 of Embracing the Consequences

She screamed and tried to throw her head back in ecstasy only for his hand to fist in her hair and push her face down against the counter. “You have been driving me crazy all fucking night.” He growled.

She smiled faintly as she panted. There was nothing for her to do but lay there and enjoy the ride. And what a ride it was. Kevin fucked her like a raging beast.

Her orgasm crashed over her, catching her by surprise. She moaned as tears welled in her eyes. Pleasure coated her nerves and sent sparks of ecstasy throughout her body. “Fuck,” she mumbled, her legs weak.

“Such a good fucking doll.” He moaned and fucked her harder if possible.

“Kevin, Kevin, oh fu—” She groaned loudly as another orgasm crashed into her.

“There’s a good girl,” he said, his voice raspy.

She was boneless. She floated on the counter, nothing but a limp bag of organs.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. So perfect. I can’t wait to see you grow with our baby. To see you grow round with our love,” he rambled, panting slightly as he fucked her.

His words were dirty and sent shivers down her spine.

“Come for me again,” he ordered.

“I can’t,” she said as she panted, though she could feel her body already on the verge again.

He reached around her and slid his fingers through her folds. He found her clit and pinched it between two fingers, tugging and toying with it until she was sobbing as she came again.

He followed her over the edge with a low groan before he stilled inside of her. He rested his head on her back, between her shoulder blades, as they both panted and caught their breath. “I love you, Kara,” he said softly.

She smiled broadly and slowly pushed off the counter. He stood up and slowly slid out of her. She turned around and smiled up at him. “I love you, Kevin.”

He gave her a panty-dropping smile before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “Let’s get you to bed,” he saidagainst her lips before he helped her pull up her undies and leggings.

She winced at the feeling. She needed to clean up.

He tugged his jeans and belt back on quickly, then picked her up bridal style and headed upstairs.

She nuzzled into his neck and savored the moment.

Church was a somberaffair the Sunday afternoon following dinner with Marcos. Johnny had been stewing over it all day, and most of his guys had picked up on his mood when he’d grown short and angry. Johnny had called his club into church to discuss his meeting with Marcos Candela over the weekend. He wanted to be completely transparent. He didn’t want to be accused of meeting the enemy in secret.

“As you all know, the three of us,” Johnny motioned to himself, Kevin, and Derrick, “have taken Kara Carmichael as our old lady,” he started, wanting to ease his guys into the backstory. “What many of you don’t know is that Kara has an older brother with a different last name.” Johnny paused and met several stares head-on. “Her brother is Marcos Candela, VP of the Devil’s Psychos.”

The reaction was immediate, as he thought it would be. His men were in an uproar and yelling their thoughts on the mattervery clearly. To say they were upset was an understatement. Johnny leaned back in his chair and waited. Devil and Rockstar did the same on either side of him.

There was no point in yelling and arguing; his men needed the release. He’d be surprised if they didn’t end up in the ring by the end of the night. The only other man not yelling and hollering was Lemmy.

Lemmy was an old-school biker who’d joined around the same time as Johnny’s dad. He’d always been a powerhouse in the club and a voice of reason in church. He usually saw the bigger picture and didn’t jump to conclusions. He was seventy, and at his age, he was lucky he was even able to ride anymore after the arthritis had started in on his hands. It wouldn’t be long before he was forced to hang up his cut and retire from the club officially.

“What aren’t you saying?” Lemmy asked, his voice hoarse from too many years smoking. He kept his voice low, not bothering to speak up over the hollering men.

They heard him, though. Lemmy was well respected within the club. When he spoke, people listened, brothers especially.

Johnny waited another moment as the room fell silent and their brothers looked between Johnny and Lemmy. Johnny nodded once to Lemmy and spoke. “As you know, Kara has been digging into my father’s case and helping our club find justice for King’s murder.” Johnny had to clear his throat as emotions bore down on him. “Forty years ago, my father was in business with Vince Carmichael. They had been best friends in the Marines. Turns out they had dated the same girl—Carlita Candela—only they didn’t know.”

Hissing breaths echoed around the room as the reality of the situation settled on everyone—how their president had been betrayed by his best friend.

“Forty years ago, Carlita Candela got pregnant and told Mac the child was Vince’s. Vince was already a hotshot lawyer, and she thought she’d have a better life with him than with a biker,” Johnny explained. “Kara uncovered the paternity test from back in the day. Turns out Carlita lied to Mac, and the child was his. Marcos Candela is my half brother.” He let the words hang in the room like a dead weight.

He watched as horror dawned on the faces of his brothers, his most trusted companions. His family. He watched the range of emotions cross over their faces.

Johnny met each man’s eye as they slowly turned to study him in turn. While they were angry, and rightfully so, they also appeared resigned, as if they already knew what he was going to ask of them before he even asked it.

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