Page 25 of Reconciling the Consequences

He let go of her jaw and slid his hand down to her clit, toying and circling it. The other hand clamped down on her hip. He plucked and pinched her while he held her down.

“Sir, please.” She moaned.

“Fucking slut.” He growled and thrust up into her, hard.

She cried out, her orgasm rolling over her so quickly she hadn’t expected it.

Johnny groaned into her ear as he thrust up into her again and stilled, his body shuddering beneath her.

She melted against him as she came down, fully spent and weak and unable to move.

“Fuck darlin’.” He moaned as he pulled out of her. “You OK?”

“I’m great.” She sighed, eyes fluttering closed. “Sore, but great.”

Johnny’s laugh vibrated through her back, and she smiled. He pressed a kiss to her temple and gingerly sat forward, holding her against him. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s get you food, meds, and sleep. You heard the doc. Bed rest for the rest of the week.”

She opened her eyes and sighed. “Alright.”

An hour later she was tucked under the covers with Johnny, watching a movie with the sound low. She drifted off to sleep feeling taken care of and loved.

Most of all, she knew in her heart she loved him too.

Karawokeslowly,feelingwarm and secure. She was still tucked into Johnny’s side, her head on his shoulder and her leg draped over his. His arm was wrapped around her tight, but it didn’t explain the heat she felt pressed against her back.

There was another leg pressed between hers, another arm draped over her waist. A tattooed hand rested on her arm that lay on Johnny’s chest.

Derrick.

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized what that meant, realized he washome. Derrick was home, and so was Kevin.

Derrick was in bed with them.

She turned over slowly, sliding her hand over Johnny’s stomach as she rolled over to face Derrick.

Derrick shifted and pulled her tighter against him. She watched his face, peaceful and serene in sleep. She grazed her fingers—the two free of the cast on her right hand—through his thick beard. It was more untamed than usual, bushier and wilder.

“Sleep, baby girl,” Derrick mumbled, his eyes closed.

She frowned. “Are you OK?” she asked him softly.

He sighed and pulled her closer. “Yeah, baby girl. I’m better now.”

She held him tighter and yawned. “Where’s Kevin?”

“Right here, baby,” Kevin mumbled from the other side of Derrick.

She smiled and reached over Derrick with her hurt hand to grab Kevin’s hand and lace their fingers together.

“Sleep,” Johnny grumbled as he rolled against Kara’s back and curled around her.

She smiled and sighed contently, drifting off to sleep moments later.

The next time she woke, she was alone in bed. She almost wondered if she dreamed her boys returning to her, but she heard the shower running in the bathroom and could smell bacon wafting up the stairs from the open bedroom door.

Just as she was about to slide out of bed and use the bathroom, the bedroom door was pushed open wider and Kevin walked in carrying a tray of food.

His black hair was wet and freshly showered. His smile was tired, but he still looked happy to see her. “Hey, baby,” he greeted.

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