“Dalton little brother, how goes it?” My brother Matt asked in his usual good natured voice.
“I need help Matt and Reece and Lucas are useless,” I explained as I tried to get comfortable on the plastic toilet seat lid.
I heard Matt chuckle, “Oh, this must be about a woman then, well bro you are in luck, the love doctor is in,” he told me laughing.
I would like to say some snide remark about Matt’s ego, but really the man is like a guru when it comes to women. I used to think that Matt was like me and wanted to have casual affairs and move on. It wasn’t until Matt divulged to the family that while he was a successful accountant, he also belonged to a high class escort service in Las Vegas. I had asked him why the escort thing and he had explained to me that he loved women. He got off on getting to know what made them tick and, of course, he loved the way he could make a woman come harder than she ever had before. Hey, those are his words not mine! I can’t help that my big brother gets off, getting women off! Still, with all the women he has been with, he must have seen a situation like Camille’s.
“Okay, the girl in question has some intimacy issues, like she’s fine once she starts kissing me and then freezes up as soon as we start moving past first base,” I told him, kind of feeling foolish.
Matt paused, “This doesn’t sound like a one stop shop for you little brother, is this more than casual?” I heard the smile in Matt’s voice and I wanted to punch the prick.
“It’s not like that, she’s a friend and I want to help her,” I told him hoping he would leave it at that.
“One of Cami’s friends is it?” he asked. I immediately froze. I didn’t want to lie to Matt, but I knew if Matt knew I was talking about Camille then word would get back to Synclair and well, you all know how that would end.
“Yeah, something like that, I know I’m not here that long and I don’t intend to have sex with her. I just want to get past a few bases so she will feel comfortable. You know, so that when she does meet a guy she’s serious about she won’t have these issues,” I lied. It was complete and utter bullshit because the thought of some guy getting Camille’s v-card that wasn’t me, made me want to hit something.
“That doesn’t sound like you Dalton, are you sure you don’t have feelings for this girl?” Matt actually sounded concerned. And why wouldn’t he be? I was sitting in a bathroom, on a toilet seat lid, whispering into a phone, trying to get advice on how to get a woman ready for sex, that I wouldn’t even get to be a part of!
“Ugh, it’s just different okay?” I said gruffly, “are you going to interrogate me or help me?” I asked annoyed.
I heard Matt chuckle again and was about to throw my phone when he answered, “okay little brother let’s talk.”
“Any bad experiences in her past or childhood?” Matt asked. It was an obvious place to start.
“I don’t think so but the only guy she’s ever dated did everything he could to make her feel like shit, like she was supposed to just drop to her knees with happiness that he even allowed her to breathe the same air,” I told him.
“Sounds like an asshole.”
“Definitely, so I’m not sure if he made her self concious and now she has worked it all up in her head or what?” I told him trying to solve the puzzle in my own head.
Matt was quiet for a moment, “Dalton if you’re serious about helping her, you gotta make sure you decide if you want serious or casual up front. You have to be upfront, you can’t have sex with this girl and then give her your casual sex speech, it would destroy her.” Matt warned. I knew that. Camille and I had already talked about it. She didn’t want to fall in love and I didn’t want anything serious, as far I was concerned we were both on the same page.
“Matt, I care about her like a friend, I want to help her but we both know I’m leaving in a few weeks and her life is here.”
“Okay, you’re going to need to let her get used to your touch, let her have all the control, let her explore all she wants and you keep your hands at your sides,” Matt explained as I groaned. I couldn’t imagine Camille’s delicate hands running up and down my body and me not touching her.
“Yeah it’s not easy but she needs to get comfortable with what she wants and little by little she’ll do more and she’ll eventually replace those fears with a new reality,” I heard the slight hesitation in his voice and I asked him to spit it out.
“She’s going to have a lot of feelings Dalt, like feelings that she may confuse with love or that may actually be love, so if that’s not what you both want and you don’t want her to get hurt, you’d better make sure you keep some emotional distance,” Matt warned in his big brother tone.
“I got it, I got it, no worries there,” I told him trying to convince myself more than Matt.
Eager to change the subject I asked him, “So are you going stag to Reece’s wedding?” I figured he was since Ireland was a long flight from the states just for a “date” and as far as I knew Matt wasn’t seeing anyone serious.
His chuckle sounded devious and I wondered what Matt was up too.
“Nope, I have a date. I have that all covered, her name is Alison and she’s thrilled to be going,” Matt said in fake cheery voice.
My spidey senses told me there was a good story here so I pressed on, “And is Alison aware that she is the lucky girl that gets to join you for a ten hour flight, to come to a country where they drive on the wrong side of the road and have a thing for, below the belt, insults?” I asked trying to get some information. Normally, Matt was more than willing to share all about the women he dated but something told me there was more to this Alison person than he was saying.
This time Matt’s laugh sounded a little forced and I wondered if Matt actually had feelings for the girl. It was a big expense to bring someone to a foreign country, to a wedding of all things. Oh wait, you don’t know do you? Okay, let me explain. There are two reasons a guy brings a date to a wedding. The first, is that he feels that with all the emotional vows, exchanging of the rings, sappy love songs, and of course the free flowing champange that the girl is absolutely going to sleep with him. The girl you bring is never someone you think you’re going to see later, because if you did bring a girl that’s intersted in you, and you in her, for anything other than a one-night stand you risk her getting silly notions in her head like rings and bridesmaid dresses. Then Bam! Before you know it your a little clay figurine of a groom on a wedding cake that you didn’t even get to pick out, surrounded by flowers you think are hideous, watching as a year’s income sits on the ring finger of some girl you kind of like, while you wonder what the hell happened! Then there is the second reason you bring a woman to a wedding, especially a family wedding, and this was the one that had me the most concerned for my big brother. You actually want to get to know the woman! You want her to meet your family and for them to meet her and here is the most important part…. you have caught feelings for her and want to imagine yourself up there exchanging vows and promising till death do you part!
Sorry, if that destroys all the romantic notions you have about going to a wedding. Hey, stop that… don’t sit there and wonder about every wedding you’ve been to and every guy that has ever escorted you… No.. No… absolutely not… you do not pick up the phone and call up some guy who took you to a wedding six years ago and give him hell… this is top secret guy stuff I’m sharing! I am counting on you’re discretion. Or at least to keep my name out of it, I don’t want anyone showing up on my doorstep demanding my guy card back.
Yes! We have guy cards, it’s a secret thing you get in the mail when you turn eighteen. It’s got a manly caveman on the front, a phone number on the back to call in case of emergencies, which only goes to a recording that laughs at your stupidity for thinking anyone would actually come to your rescue, as it reminds you that you are a man and you must figure it out! So there, man card explained. Wedding date explained.
So why am I worried about my brother’s wedding date? Matt loves women as mu
ch as I do, except he likes to really get to know them, he loves the idea of a woman coming alive for him or making her feel beautiful. Thus, Matt has no shortage of woman, both friends and friends with benefits. Please don’t make me explain the benefits, we are all over eighteen here aren’t we? Good. Anyways, Matt knows that when you take a woman you like to a family wedding, that there’s a chance that you will be sitting there holding her hand, look up at the bride and groom and suddenly see you and the girl you’re with instead of the happy couple. Suddenly, it’s her hand you’re slipping a shiny rock on, it’s you kissing the bride, and it’s you driving away in the limo that says you just got married on the window! Once that happens, you might as well get the tux and get ready to eat lots of cake samples, because you’re done for.
This is not a joke, all guys know this, so Matt has to know the dangers of bring this Alison to a wedding, a Hudson wedding no less. Does this poor woman even know what she’s signing up for? Does she know that apparenlty despite whatever my brother has told her or himself, that he’s bringing her here because he likes her? How do I make this deduction you ask? Simple. Matt could choose any number of very willing women, who would go with him to the wedding just to enjoy a great weekend in Ireland, have mind blowing sex, he is a Hudson after all, and then go home and still be friends. Yet, something tells me from the tone in his voice, that this woman has no idea what she has waiting for her.
I love my family, love them! Lucas is the oldest and runs the ranch. Now that he has reunitied with Sara, and they have a baby on the way he’s a lot more fun. Hard to blame the guy for having a stick up his ass when he did take over raising four siblings when our parents died.
Yeah, our parents were awesome people and so much in love. My father had built a successful ranching business and my mom ran the household looking after all us Hudson monsters. It was terrible when they died suddenly in a car accident. I don’t think I would survive loving someone just to lose them like that again. Okay, so I may have a tiny issue with commitment because I don’t want to feel that kind of pain again, ever!
But I’m getting off topic. You have Reece, who is an excellent Veteranarian, and is marrying my feisty and very pregnant, soon to be sister, Synclair. She’s Camille’s cousin. How Reece got Synclair back in his life after a decade of douchebaggery is a tale for another day. Then you have Matt, but I have told you all about him. Last, there’s my sister, Rachel. She wants to be a vet like Reece. She’s in her early twenties and while we are trying to look at her like she’s an adult, much to her dismay, we still see her as the little girl who forced us to have tea parties with her. If all this crazy wasn’t enough, you have Reece’s ex-wife Amber, who to this day I cannot figure out why she is such a whiny brat. If there’s drama, she is usually right in the center of it. Of course, by right there, I mean with Synclair sitting on her back shoving her face in the mud, while Synclair giggles like a kid with a new toy. Are ya feeling me people? Do you see the cause for my concern? It takes a strong person to fit in with this rowdy, but loveable bunch. Therefore, I wonder if Matt even knows what he’s doing here?
“Dalt… Dalt are you there?” Matt asked, I have no idea how long he’d been calling my name, as I was stuck in monologue mood.
“Yep, yeah… sorry! I spaced for a second. Soooo… you and Alison are like… dating?” I asked.
“Um… no, not yet,” came a tone I wasn’t used to hearing, uncertainty!
“But she’s coming to the wedding with you?” I felt like I was having to pull every single detail out of him by force.
“Yeah, she’ll be there, I just overnighted her a ticket,” he told me sounding triumphant.
Huh? “Wait, she’s not in Carson City?” This was just weird now.
“No, she lives just north of Vegas, at least I think that’s the address, I stole it from Taylor so I’m hoping it’s current.” Okay, now this was just fucking bizarre!
“Wait, you stole an address from Taylor? Synclair’s author friend, the chick with the bad ass bow and arrow aim?” Now, I definitely knew there was a story here. Taylor had shown up just in time to save Synclair and Sara from Lucas’s ex-best friend, Travis Donaldson, who also happens to be Amber’s cousin and the man that date raped Sara about five years ago.
See, I told you, we’re not the average work and go home family! Taylor had meet Synclair when she had left her husband and showed up at the abused women’s shelter that Synclair had volunteered at back in Las Vegas. If memory served, Taylor lives in Washington and writes books of some kind. I’m not entirely sure because for most of her visit at the house, I was gone trying to get Synclair and Sara’s restaurant remodel underway.
“Yeah, I found out Taylor’s Alison’s boss, I mean what are the odds on that right?” his enthusiastic answer came through loud and clear.
“Um.. Matt,” I said about to ask the obvious, “why did you have to steal Alison’s address from Taylor.”
“Taylor wouldn’t give it to me, so when she came down a week ago to visit for the weekend, I got it off her phone,” again he sounded like this was a perfectly normal course of action.
“And why wouldn’t you know where Alison lives, why not just ask her?” Seemed like a reasonable question.
“Because the skittish, woman bolted the next morning before I had even woken up, and she refused to give me her last name, her number, or anything so that I would be able to find her. But I found her anyways,” I could almost hear the smile in Matt’s voice. The man was a goner!
“So let me get this straight, you met and slept with a woman who didn’t want to contacted after the deed was done and somehow you discovered she works for Synclair’s friend Taylor and now you sent her an invitation and ticket for the wedding?”
“Yep, pretty much! But when you say it, it sounds like I’m some sort of creepy stalker,” Matt pouted, actually pouted, “besides we didn’t have sex, we just fell asleep on the sofa together,” he added.
Well gee, that just clears everything up then. “Okay, if all that is the case then how can you be sure she’s even going to show up to the wedding? You may have just spent sixteen hundred dollars on a plane ticket she won’t use,” I told him trying to get him to see what a crazy idea this was.
“No, she’ll definitely be there.” Something in his, way too confident, reply made me pause.
“And how do you that for sure?” Seriously, if she doesn’t even live in Carson City how could he be sure she’d get on the plane?
His reply both stunned and made me smile. After all, Matt was a Hudson and we do have a tendenacy to go the extra mile when we want something or someone bad enough, “Simple… I blackmailed her,” his matter-of-fact tone told me he was serious.
I was about to push him for more, but I heard Camille call out in her sleep so I decided to let Matt deal with his elusive date and told him I’d talk to him later.
Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I walked out of the bathroom and saw Camille tossing and turning in her sleep. I didn’t even think twice before kicking off my shoes, pulling off my damp shirt and pulling my jeans down and off my body. If I was going to help Camille, then it started now. I crawled onto the bed and moved up behind her. She looked adorable with her brown hair tussled all around her pillow and her cheeks flushed pink. I pulled into my arms and laid her head on my chest, then rested my chin on her soft, silky hair. Hoping she wouldn’t freak out when she woke up, I drifted off to sleep refusing to anazlyze the fact that she felt absolutely perfect in my arms.
Cami
I woke slowly and tried to snuggle back into the warmth I felt behind me. I was was just about to drift off when I felt something poking me right above me butt cheeks. I felt back with my hand figuring I had fallen asleep with the televsion remote beside me and it must because the cause of the, almost, painful jabbing happening near me backside. You can imagine my surprise when I reached back and wrapped my hand around a very large, very thick, barely covered by thin cotton material…penis.
Holy Shite! I froze and that’s when I not only noticed a large, muscular arm wrapped around my waist but I was naked, yes naked! The event leading up to my nap came rushing back, me crying, Dalton insisting on talking, him storming my bathroom, us kissing and then… my inability to handle him touching me breasts. I vaguely remembered hyperventilating and Dalton trying to soothe me through it. I felt a blush rise from the tips of my toes to the top of me very head when I realized I was lying in me bed naked. Dalton Hudson’s arm was wrapped tight around me middle keeping me right up against his body and his very large, very awake cock was makin’ it’s presence known. I couldn’t help but wonder how women had sex with the man. Surely, something of that size couldn’t fit in an ordinary woman! The monster poking me in the back felt like it could split some poor bird in half, one thing was for certain it would never, ever fit in me. Shite, I had to buy the smallest tampons as it was because I was so tiny down there.
Not that I should even be considering me and his thingy in the same sentence, the man touched me breast and I about passed out. Nothing says sexy sultress like hyperventalating till you pass out in the Greek God’s arms.
The problem is that now, I had no idea what I was supposed to do. For whatever reason Dalton only had his boxers on, I am positive I would have remembered him stripping, so he must have done that after I passed out. He must have climbed into me bed to comfort me because I was probably still sobbing like a cranky toddler and was tryin’ to be decent. Yes, I admit it, Dalton Hudson, while annoying, arrogrant, stubborn and terrible at holding his Guinness, is also a rather decent man who has from time to time shown the ability to gallant, kind, sweet and even supportive. Just don’t tell the daft lad that I said that, otherwise, I will never hear the end of it.
Back to my original problem. How do I crawl out of this bed without waking him so I can find me clothes, and pull me self together before I have to face the gorgeous man sleeping peacefully behind me? Just then his large palm, calloused from using his hands to work with, began stroking my soft belly, tenderly. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy….what now?
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