Page 9 of Embracing the Consequences

Johnny sat down and pulled his girl down on his lap so she was straddling him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He caught the scent of mouthwash on her breath and pressed a kiss to her lips. “We had planned on taking you out, doing this right, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I love you.Welove you.” He motioned to Kevin and Derrick. “We want you to be our old lady. Officially. If you’ll have us?”

Tears poured over her lashes as she nodded and let out a laugh. Her smile grew wider as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He pulled her against his chest tightly. He never wanted to let her go. He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she smiled against him. “Let Slade tat you? Then she’ll ink the three of us with your name. Then we’re going home.”

Tears slid down Kara’s face as she nodded and kissed him again. He slanted his mouth over hers and slid his tongue against the seam of her lips. She tentatively opened for him, and Johnny slid his tongue inside, caressing her tongue with his. She tasted like toothpaste and mouthwash. He groaned, knowing she was carrying his child, their child.

Johnny’s hand slid from her hip to her belly and lay flat against it. “I love you,” he murmured softly.

Kara’s hand found Johnny’s, and she laced their fingers together over her belly. “I love you too,” she murmured. Her eyes bounced back and forth between both of his, as if she were trying to read between the lines. She turned from him to look up atKevin and Derrick. “I love you both, so much.” She gave them a watery smile.

Derrick leaned down and pulled her into a passionate kiss, his tongue licking into her mouth only inches from Johnny’s face. “I love you too, baby girl,” he murmured against her lips.

He stepped back a pace to make room for Kevin.

Kevin was rougher with her than Derrick or Johnny had been. His fingers curled in the back of her hair, and he pulled her head back so he could claim her mouth. She moaned as he bit down on her bottom lip.

She shifted in Johnny’s lap, and he groaned as he grew hard beneath her. “I love you too, babe,” Kevin said softly as he pulled away from her.

She smiled, half in a daze. “What do you want inked on me?” she asked.

“Slade already drew it up this week,” Johnny answered, nodding toward the black-haired woman.

Kara looked over her shoulder at her friend to see her holding up a drawing. It was a red and black ink design of the Ravager Knights skeleton in armor. It was riding a Harley while holding a blood-dripping scythe. Red roses and thorns were wrapped around and through the knight, and in a fancy script around the knight were their road names:Mayhem,Rockstar,Devil. Above the image, in an arc wasOld Lady.

Kara gasped when she saw it. She stood from Johnny’s lap and turned to her friend. “It’s amazing.” Her hands shook as she reached out and ran her fingers over the design. “Where do you want it?” She looked up at Kevin and Derrick.

“I was thinking here,” Johnny replied, as he stood up. He rubbed the back of her right shoulder. Her upper back was free of ink, and the image was large. It would cover one whole shoulder blade.

“I agree.” Kevin nodded. “When you wear a tank top, it would be on display.”

“I think you should also get our real names somewhere on your body,” Derrick suggested.

“I agree.” Kara nodded and turned to Slade. “I want their names, their real names, right here.” She ran her fingers across the tops of her breasts.

“Fuck, baby.” Johnny groaned and ground his hips up against hers.

She smirked and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“It’s late. You want me to do all that tonight?” Slade asked. She didn’t seem upset about it, she was just asking.

“Nah. Just do the old lady ink,” Johnny answered. “We’ll swing by the shop tomorrow for the rest.”

“Sounds great.” Slade smiled and gathered her tools.

In the end, Kara lay down on the couch and Slade worked on her shoulder blade. It took her about an hour from start to finish and created a beautiful mix of black and red ink that blended seamlessly with her older work.

Kara was half asleep when Slade finished, so the boys let her doze while they got her name tatted on their bodies.

Johnny kept his word and had her name tatted in a scrolling cursive script right over the hickey she’d made on the left side of his neck. It was low enough that a collared button-up shirt would mostly cover it, but he didn’t care. He wanted her name where the world could see. She owned him, and he was proud of that fact.

Derrick did the same, tatting her name on his neck. It was the only place available for more ink at this point. But Kevin was the romantic. He tatted her name on his left pec, right above his heart.

Neither Derrick nor Johnny gave him shit about it. If it wasn’t for Kevin, they never would have made a move on their girl.

The days that followedMac’s funeral passed in a blur. The other charters left the clubhouse and headed back to their homes. Kara went to Slade’s shop, Skin of a Different Breed, and got her boys’ names tatted right on the tops of her breasts.

She wore a regular spaghetti strap cami like the ones she normally wore under dress clothes to give Slade a baseline to work off. When Slade was done, a perfect long curved line in the same cursive script that Kara’s boys rocked with her name spelled out all three of their names right across the tops of her breasts for the whole world to see.

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