Lucky Charms: A Hudson Family Series- Book 3- Dalton and Cami

by Chontelle Brison

  Dalton

  In the whole of my life, in all my years that I have existed on this Earth I have never wanted so badly for a large sinkhole to open up and swallow me whole. To make matters worse, Michael was doing a shitty job of trying not to laugh as Cami and her family ran for the hills after hearing about how my cock ceased to function. Never in my life have I not been able to perform, never. I’ve been drunk, exhausted, preoccupied and even sometimes not completely attracted to the woman in the question, but I have always, always been able to satisfy my partner!

  “I haven’t decided if we’re friends or if you’re a cruel joke sent to me courtesy of Camille’s cousin Synclair!” I told him because at that moment that was exactly how I felt.

  I slumped down on the very strudy steps that Camille had built for the gazebo and put my head in my hands. My cheek stung from one of the few hits that Jack had managed to land. I guess the bright side was that now Jack thought I was some impotent idiot and he didin’t have to fear for Camille’s virtue around me. And Camille! The little hellion could have stopped all this before Jack tore after me like a mad man, before Kathryn tried to drown me and before Michael announced to the world that I couldn’t get it up with this Lara chick. A chick mind you that I have no recollection of. Still, Camille had clearly been under the impression that I had sex with this Lara woman, she definitely hadn’t seemed happy about it either.

  “Come on man, I just saved you from an arse beatin’ from Camille’s Da and got you out of hot water with Camille. Cause she was right pissed at you last night, I haven’t heard Camille curse at someone in Gaelic since some lad in a bar tried to “cure” her of intimacy issues by sticking his hand down her trousers,” Michael told me shaking his head.

  I felt like finding a nice hole to climb in and hiding there for a very long time. “Why are you here anyways?” I asked, because quite frankly he was the only one to take my bad day out on.

  “Well, I figured you would be wrecked today after what happened last night and I thought you’d want an account of all that was said between you and Camille,” He explained taking a seat next to me.

  That got my attention. I had a feeling that more went down last night them my little performace issue. “What about me and Camille? What happened last night?” This just seemed to get better and better. Ugh.

  Michael looked at me and all amusement left his face, “I’m here because I think you like Camille, care for even and last night Daniel misunderstood something and I think it set off a whole chain reaction of shitty happenings.”

  “Okay, Yoda can you be a little more clear on what exactly you’re talking about?”

  Michael spent the next hour relaying in painful detail, how after several pints, Daniel had thought that he had gone in the back to be Camille. I stupidly let my bruised ego make decisions and ended up outside with the town slut. Wait there’s more! Then I proceeded to get caught zipping up my pants and Lara stomped off as Camille laid into me…ARE YA WITH ME PEOPLE? Camille was a tad bit disgusted since she thought I had just had sex with Lara after our kiss on the roof. Which I can’t really say a damn thing about because apparently that had been my intention, except the head between my legs was having to make all the smart decisions because the one three feet above my ass was on vacation!

  That wasn’t the worst part, the worst part was when Michael pulled out his cellphone and showed me a video of the angry arguement that Camille and I had in front of the whole crew!

  Gee, you gotta love technology. Like the saying goes, ‘the camera never lies’ and it didn’t! Not only had I hurt Camille’s feelings by getting up close and personal with Lara but I then I had gone and called her frigid. Now, I wanted to to take the nail gun she had aimed at me earlier and shoot myself in the head.

  Dammit, Camille and I had been making progress, she had actually kissed me on the roof and I was certain she would be open to doing it again. I can’t believe I had gotten jealous, ME! I am the king of casual, I have even shared women with friends from time to time and was never put out over it. Something was happening here and I didn’t like it. I wasn’t ready to explore what it was, but I didn’t like the horrible way it made me feel to think of how hurt Camille must have been. No wonder she was up so early this morning whacking away at the gazebo, she was probably envisioning my head with every hit of the damn hammer.

  “It looks like I have some groveling to do,” I told Michael as I stood up and tried to make my feet move toward the house.

  “You’ll do fine lad, Cami has a big heart, people tend to under estimate her but something tells me you both will do better together than you will apart,” he sighed as he stood up and held out his hand.

  I grabbed it and smiled at him, grateful that he had come all the way over here today. Had he not, I would probably still be taking an ass beating from Jack.

  “You’re alright Michael, I owe ya one,” I told him as he grabbed his keys out of his pocket and started walking back toward the driveway.

  “And I’ll be collectin’ yank, only this time we’ll give you the Guinness in a sippy cup so you can tolerate it better,” he told me as I flipped him off.

  Turning back toward the house I forced myself up the steps and into the kitchen where Jack and Kathryn were sitting at the table. They both looked at me expectantly.

  “Dalton son, sorry about the whole trying to kill you thing, I hope there are no hard feelings,” Jack told me as Kathryn filled his mug with black coffee.

  I smiled. I mean after all he was just doing what any father would have done and I couldn’t fault him for that, “No worries Jack, I would have done the same thing if it had been my sister,” I hoped that reassured him otherwise the next few weeks were going to be awkward.

  “She’s upstairs in her room but she probably has the door locked,” Kathryn told me. She went to a small drawer and pulled out what looked like a skeleton key. She glanced at Jack who smiled and nodded his head.

  “Here, it will open her door. I’m thinking you’ll be wantin’ to talk to her and she can be quite stubborn,” she held out the key for me to take.

  “Go on now, otherwise you’ll be sitting outside that door until yer old and gray,” she said as she pushed the key in my hand.

  I closed my hand around the strange metal key and gave Kathryn a quick peck on the cheek. I figured if Jack and Kathryn were on my side, they couldn’t think I was all bad. Of course not! What threat can you be to Camille when Jack already thinks your impotent, you yutz!

  Mentally face palming myself, I walked up the stairs feeling like I was marching to the gallows. No matter what, Camille and I were going to straighten all this out! We were going to be friends dammit! She was going to trust me and we were going to have a great time getting to know each other over the next few weeks, even if it killed us both.

  Cami

  I can’t even tell you why I’m sitting here on me bed my arms wrapped around my favorite pillow weepin’ me eyes out. I’m filled with all of these feelings and I can’t seem to sort them into any one box. Why was I so relieved when Michael announced that Dalton hadn’t shagged Lara? Obviously, had his equipment worked he would have, wouldn’t he? Shouldn’t I be right pissed that his intention was to shag her? Yet, there I was, standing in the yard mentally doin’ me happy dance at the fact that even his penis knew better than to have sex with Lara –the slapper- Fitz.

  A soft but determined knock on me bedroom door pulled me from my thoughts. I knew it was Dalton, I also knew I didn’t know what to say to him because I didn’t even know what to say to myself either.

  “Come on Camille, I know you’re in there,” came his soft whisper.

  I rolled my eyes at his magical powers of deduction that concluded that I was indeed inside my room, behind my locked door.

  “Go away Dalton, I just want to be alone,” I told him hoping he would respect my need for space.

  “I can’t, I’m not leaving until you talk to me,” his voice was deadly serious and I could imagine
his green eyes turning dark as his temper flared.

  “I did talk to you, you just didn’t listen when I told you to go away, so Go. Away.” I told him firmly, you would think the man could take a hint.

  “You know I’m not leaving until you open this door and we talk,” I noticed his voice went from serious to light and whimsical, as if he could convince me using the smooth baritone sounds of his voice. Ha! Not Happening!

  “Fuck off Dalton or better yet, go finish what you started with Lara,” I shouted as I sprang off my bed and stomped into me bathroom to ready me shower. I know it was low and I don’t even know why I said it, I mean I wasn’t jealous of Lara, the woman was so loose dicks were constantly falling out of her vagina as she walked. Still, something about the fact that her lips, hands, and tongue had been on Dalton, made me blood boil.

  Not hearing anything more from the door, I turned on the shower and stripped out of me clothes. I hadn’t showered last night, I had just come straight home and cried meself to sleep. After tossing and turning all night I had decided to get up around five and work off some of my anger by putting together the gazebo out back. Plus, I knew it would really get Dalton’s knickers in a twist.

  I let the hot water run down my tired muscles and prayed that it would relieve some of the tension in my joints. I had just finished rinsing me hair and had stepped out of the tub to grab my towel when my bathroom door burst open and Dalton Hudson stood there.

  “You will talk to…. shit,” Dalton stammered as we both froze. I didn’t blink, I didn’t even breathe. I was standing there naked as the day I was born, water running down my body from the shower and he was looking at me like a man admiring a tasty steak. Despite my strict instructions not to, me nipples hardened like tiny pink pebbles due to the cold air. Dalton noticed and his smirk brought me out of my fozen state.

  “I’m just… cold,” I lied, I was so hot I was sure my whole body was blushing. I reached for the towel on the sink but Dalton was faster and in two strides he had grabbed me towel and held it high above my reach over his head.

  “What are you playin’ at Dalton? Hand it over now before I scream my bloody head off,” I growled as I reached up for me towel. It only served to put me closer to him, within a breath in fact and I realized my mistake much too late. Suddenly his arm banded around me waist and he crushed me to his chest, apparently not noticing that I was getting him wet or maybe he did notice and didn’t mind. Whatever, the wetter his shirt became the more I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

  “You can scream, go ahead! Who do you think gave me the key to your room?” he smirked like the arrogant shite he was.

  Damn, done in by me own parents! How does one go from defending me honor to handing me to the honor defiling man in question on a silver platter, I ask you? Me parents, that’s who! God save me from everyone trying to decide what’s best for me!

  “Who do you think will be me first phone call, when I get out of this bedroom?” I gave him a falsey sweet smile. It only took a moment for him to realize who I was talking about. Okay, it was bad form to pull the Synclair card. Yet, despite her being a continient away, very heavy with child and that fact that she loved him like a brother, I saw a moment of fear cross his face. Yes, that’s right boyo, me cousin with the fondness for bats and ball crunching.

  Just when I thought he was going to release me he tightend his grip, smiled at me and answered, “totally worth it!” His lips descended on mine before I could even protest and suddenly I was caught up in a whirlwind of hands, tongues and such deep kissing that me knees got weak. The man kissed me like he was marking his territory, like he was proving a point. I wasn’t sure if it was to himself or I that was the one learning this lesson. Whatever lesson it was, he taught it well. I felt like I had no control over me own body as me hands roamed his chest, his arse and finally caught themselves up his soft auburn locks. His hands were equally busy as he rubbed me back and gripped both me arse cheeks and lifted me to sit on the sink without ever breaking our kiss. Oh my.

  It wasn’t until I felt his hand move from rubbing circles on me back to caressing me breast, that I realized I was naked with Dalton Hudson in my bathroom. Then all the insecurites came crashing down on me. I wasn’t pretty like most girls, my body was soft and a little thick. Hadn’t Sean always been after me to go to the gym and tone up? I started to feel trapped and scared, I needed to get away before this got any further out of hand. How could I satisy a man who had slept with so many women, women who knew how to please a man and how to respond?

  “Camille?” Dalton’s voice was concerned as he put his fingers to my chin and raised it so that I would look at him.

  I glanced in the mirror to me right and saw the tears I hadn’t even realized I had begun to shed, streaming down me face. Oh God, it was Sean all over again. Only Dalton didn’t sound angry like Sean had, he sounded worried. That only made me feel worse, the only thing more humilating then Dalton being pissed would be Dalton pitying me.

  I threw his hand away and moved to jump off the counter. He blocked me with his much larger body and I shoved him hard against his chest. He didn’t move, he didn’t even budge, and that sent me into a full scale panic attack. I heard nothing but the rushing sound of my heart beat in me own ears, I tried to catch me breath but there didn’t seem to be enough of it getting into me lungs. I desperately pushed against him to let me by but instead of moving he swung my naked body into his arms and walked to me bed and laid me down. I curled up into a ball facing away from him and willed myself to calm down. When I felt the dip behind me I almost bolted, but Dalton must have anticpiated my moved because his arm banded around my waist and I was pulled back into his hard body as he spooned me from behind.

  Was the mad lad? Didn’t he know this would make it worse? I was surely going to die now, I needed space, I needed to get away from everyone until I could calm down. Didn’t he know he was doin’ the opposite by holding me close like this?

  “Let.. let.. me go, please Dalton… please,” I hated that I sounded like I was begging but I was desperate.

  “I know what this is Camille, Synclair gets panic attacks too and since she’s come to live with us, I’ve watched how my brother handles it,” he whispered into my ear while he stroked me wet hair.

  He didn’t get it, he didn’t understand, I wasn’t my cousin. My panic wasn’t because of some deep trauma from my childhood, my panic was because I couldn’t physically get close to anyone without freaking out like a lunatic.

  “Diff… Different,” I managed to choke out between sobs. Wonderful, now on top of panting like a fool, I was sobbing like a whore confessing in church.

  “Different triggers Camille, but the same kind of fear, I’m not letting you go sweetheart. You have nothing to fear from me, I’m just going to hold you and when this passes we can talk but don’t ask me to leave babe because I won’t. I won’t leave you like this,”

  His kind words only made me sob harder, which in turn made it harder to breath. I didn’t understand why he was being so kind to me, Sean would usually stomp out of the room when this happened. He would tell me how broken I was and remind me how many women would love to be with him and how selfish I was making such a big deal about being intimate. I didn’t realize I had said my thoughts out loud, until I felt Dalton’s arm tighten around me even more and he nuzzled my ear as he said, “Sean is a fucktard, I should have hit him some more the other night, you don’t need to be yelled at Camille. You need to be comforted and understood,” he whispered as I trembled in his arms.

  I should be bloody embarrassed. I was laying there, imprisoned in Dalton’s steel embrace, bloody naked, sobbing, and making noises like a fish gulping it’s last breath, but for some reason I wasn’t. For some reason something about the words that Dalton were murmuring to me made me feel safe and his light stroking of me hair began to make my heart slow and my breathing felt better. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.

  Dalton

  I lo
oked at the sleeping angel in my arms and sighed. I had sensed her tense when I began to caress that beautiful, creamy white breast, but it was the tears that got my attention. I had seen Synclair have a few panic attacks, ususally when she was overwhelmed or extremely stressed out but panic at the thought of intimacy? I was totally out of my league here. Had Camille been abused by someone when she was younger? Why would such a passionate woman pull back from something her body obviously wanted? Don’t even get me started on ass hat! If Sean had worked with her instead of making her feel ashamed then maybe she wouldn’t be lying in my arms her pretty face, still wet with tears.

  I hugged her closer to me and inhaled her lilac scented hair. I have to admit, I love how she feels in my arms, she fits into my body like she was made for me and while that notion scares the hell out of me it also thrills me to no end. Of course, it thrills me in a -I could really help her get comfortable with touch,- kind of way. A casual way, not a permanent way because as we have all discussed before, I don’t do permamnent. Coward. You want to more than just casual with her, admit it.

  I shook my head trying to shrug off the inner voice that needed to sit down and shut up before I brained it.

  Still, if I was going to help her, I needed to know how to help her. Talking was a given. I needed to know what, if anything, had occurred to make her this fearful or if it was something she worked up in her own head? Easing myself out of her bed, I covered her up with the green quilt that was neatly folded by her feet. I was relieved that she didn’t even budge when I covered her with the worn blanket.

  I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, pulling out my cellphone I called the one man I knew had more experience with women than I did, shit it was his job.