Page 5 of Embracing the Consequences

Pride flared through Kara. She didn’t think she’d done anything any one of those girls wouldn’t have done for the club. She’d stepped up and taken charge. Sheila might have shown her the ropes, but by the end of the week Kara had run the show. She didn’t think it was a big deal, but Sheila had told her that everyone was watching. All eyes were on the president’s old lady.

The courtesans, the club whores as they were called, had kicked back a little bit in the beginning, but Kara was used to busting men’s balls in the courtroom all day, every day. She wasn’t about to take shit from the club’s sluts. They quickly fell in line and did whatever she asked.

“I want you by my side today,” Johnny commanded, his voice like gravel in her ear. “All day, not a step away from me.”

Kara gasped, and Johnny pulled away from her neck to meet her gaze. His blue eyes were raw, the emotion unfiltered. Her heart broke at the pain there. She nodded slowly, wondering why he suddenly was feeling so possessive. “What’s going on, Johnny?” she asked softly.

“I—” he shook his head. He stopped thrusting to look at her. “There’s going to be a lot of outsiders there today. Most will see you with me and leave you alone, but others will see that you aren’t inked as my old lady. You don’t wear the Ravager Knights ink,” he explained. “Some might see that as an opening.”

Realization dawned on her. He was worried she would be in danger from his own club members, those from out of town. “Johnny,” she murmured, wondering where he was going with all this.

He swiveled his hips, keeping his cock in the conversation. “I’m not making any declarations today. I love you. You know I love you, right?” He cupped the side of her face and brushed his thumb along her cheekbone.

Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded. “Yes, Johnny,” she whispered. “I know you love me. I love you too.” She pressed a kiss to his lips.

He smiled sadly. “I know we’ve talked about you staying here, and I want that. But this life, the club, it’s not something to be taken lightly. I know it can bea lot, and we’ve got time after all the shit settles with your dad and this fucking war.” He growled softly.

A shiver ran down her spine.

“We’re going to have that conversation: about the club, our life, our plans, our future,” he promised, his eyes blazing with intensity as he stared into her own sky-blue eyes.

A sob tore out of her as her tears fell freely. “Ink me today, baby,” she whispered thickly. “It doesn’t matter to me. Today or months from now, it doesn’t change a damn thing for me. I choose you. I choose us. I choose you, and Kevin, and Derrick. I choose this life we’ve built together in the last three months. I’m all in. I told you already, I’m not leaving. You’ll have to throw me out if you want me gone.”

A growl tore out of him before he captured her mouth in a filthy kiss that stole her breath away. She clung to him as he snapped his hips against her and resumed fucking her. She held on, arms wrapped around his neck, and enjoyed every moment of his rough touch. “Fuck, baby.” He groaned, his hands palming her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.

His fingers slid forward and gathered the slick from her pussy and slid back to her puckered hole. She groaned when he slid a long finger into her back passage as his lips caught hers again. She arched against him, needing to mark him as much as he was marking her. She broke the kiss and pulled him down to her. Her lips latched onto his neck, and she nibbled and sucked her own mark into his skin, managing to place it right above the armored knight he had tattooed there.

She gasped as he slipped a second finger into her ass.

Johnny lifted his head and gave her a cocky-as-fuck smirk. “I’m gonna tattoo your name right there,” he declared.

Her eyes widened at his meaning: the spot on his neck where she laid her claiming mark. “Johnny!” She cried out as another orgasm tore through her body. “Fuck.” She gasped as she went boneless against him.

“Goddamn, Kara.” He growled as her walls clamped down on him and milked his cock. “I fucking missed you.” He rode her through her orgasm before he fell over the edge himself. “Fucking hell.” He grunted as he spilled his load inside her.

They were both breathless and panting, and Kara wondered how Johnny was still standing after all that. She slowly released her legs from around his waist, and he gingerly lowered her back to the ground.

Her knees only wobbled slightly as they accepted her weight. Johnny pressed a kiss to her forehead before he turned back to the shower. They washed quickly. They had a long day ahead of them, and there wasn’t much time left until they had to go.

Kara dressed in a black halter style corset top with a leather skirt and knee-high boots with a six-inch heel. She teased her hair a bit at the roots to add volume to her big, luxurious curls. For her makeup, she went with a dark smoky eye and a deep red lipstick.

Her tattoos ran from her shoulders down to her wrists. Everything that could easily be hidden behind clothing for work was out on proud display today. She had more on her torso and thighs. Her largest one was a continuation of the black and red roses and skulls on her arms that ran down her right side and down her right thigh to her knee. It was clearly visible under the pleated leather skirt that came to midthigh.

“Holy fucking hell.” Johnny groaned from behind her.

Kara looked at him in the mirror as she was putting hoop earrings in her ears. She took in his dark blue jeans and black button-down shirt and the black tie under his Ravager Knightsleather cut. He already had on a pair of mirrored sunglasses and a black baseball hat worn backward. He looked hot as fuck and cleaned up well.

She turned and faced him slowly, letting her eyes drift up from his heavy biker boots to the jeans that hugged his thighs. The black button-down was untucked but still molded to his muscular chest. His thumbs hooked into his pockets, the rings and tattoos covering his hands on display. A hint of a watch peeked out from his left sleeve.

“You look like a sexy badass biker.” She grinned, moving toward him.

“That’s why you love me, isn’t it?” He smirked down at her.

Butterflies danced in her belly and her heart pounded in her chest. This cocky-as-fuck man who constantly got under her skin always had a way to get her going. “Yep, ’cause you look pretty,” she shot back at him.

“At least I’ve got that going for me,” he muttered and slid his hands around her waist as she drew closer.

She slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, grateful to be cast-free. She leaned against him and gave him a sad smile. “How are you doing?” she asked softly.

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