29 - September

*Now, my lovely pretties, are you sure that you want to go through with this? I mean, him when you could have… yeah, never mind, stick with Molly. – Trigg*
Camille sat between Porthos and Darkness as her father tried to convince the pretties to find another husband. She leaned in close to Darkness and whispered that Trigg always did this.
“This part, guaranteed, he will try to convince the bride not to get married.” She let out a soft laugh. “Everything after this, I don’t think that even he knows what’s going to come out of his mouth.”
Darkness gave a soft chuckle as Trigg spoke to Becks up at the front.
“Tell these lovely ladies and that stupid prick why they are so lucky to have you.”
With halting words, a strained voice and many pauses as she had to catch her breath. It was emotional for everyone there. Including Darkness and Swamp Thang who had barely met any of the brides. But they could see how much they all loved one another and that when they lost Becks, they would lose part of themselves with her.
Each time that he asked one of the brides to speak, he praised the women and insulted the groom. It was all good-natured fun and there was a lot of respect and love all around. As Michaela spoke, Priscilla reached around Porthos and grabbed Camille’s hand.
“You got this,” Camille whispered to her friend as she leaned around their other friend. “Just remember, you are your mother’s savage daughter.”
Porthos leaned over and kissed Priscilla’s temple and whispered his own words of encouragement. The two young women squeezed each other’s hands as Trigg called the younger one up to the front.
“What’s she doing?” Porthos quietly asked.
“Her aunt Mary kept the vows that her mom read when the three of them got married in Vegas.” Camille explained as their friend made her way to the front and then explained it herself.
Swallowing back her tears, Priscilla read off an old and yellowed piece of paper. When it got to be too much, Trigg placed a supportive arm around her shoulders.
“… and I can’t wait to raise the rest of our family with the two of you.”
Trigg pulled her into a strong, fatherly hug and rubbed his hands up and down her back under the Saints cut that was only a few months old. He then looked at his old friend and gave a small smile. “Okay, asshole, speak some wonderful words.”
And he did. He spoke some very wonderful words until he could speak no longer. Then he moved in front of Becks and knelt to lay his head in her lap. The four other women, his pretties, encircled them.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Priscilla gave a small shrug, “my parents.”
Nessie had made a large six-tiered cake with each of their favorite flavors. The brides each cut a piece, and they all shared bites. Afterwards, once all the littles had gotten some cake, and Camille had some Italian crème cake with Kadi, she handed the preschooler over to Werewolf and then headed for her alcove.
There were too many people. She needed space without people. When she passed the musketeers, she squeezed Aramis’ wrist, and he nodded in understanding. He and the others would keep most people out of the back hallway. There were a few that would get a pass, but for the most part, the back hallway became off limits.
She left the crowded bar with her beer in hand and stopped at the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the cooler. Then she headed for her alcove and a new book.
The couch had been replaced with a newer one that was also red, keeping with the club colors. The trim was black and the cushions against the back were plump instead of being flat like the previous one. The first thing that she did was strip off her clothes and pull on the pajamas she had left there earlier.
Camille was folding her clothes when Darkness came around the corner. She tucked them under the end table with her boots before turning around and looking at him.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
She nodded, bit her lip and shook her head no. He opened his arms, and she moved into them. He gently wrapped her up in his warmth and lifted her so that he could move to the couch. He sat down with her in his lap, she shifted so that she was straddling him and buried her face in his neck.
“I’m here.” Darkness murmured as he stroked her hair.
It took several minutes before she started to calm down and lifted her head to look at him. “I’m sorry.”
Giving her a smile, he shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry for.”
“I got snot on your shirt.” She admitted quietly.
He shrugged, “I work in plumbing, trust me, there’s been worse on my shirts.”
“Ewww…” She made a dramatic face of disgust, and he chuckled.
“I like you snuggled up against me.” He admitted as he guided her back to his chest.
Before she laid down on his chest, she pulled his cut together. He didn’t ask why she always did this, and she was grateful. Camille couldn’t explain why she didn’t want him to know about her piercings, but she kept them hidden. Padded nipple shields kept them from showing through her swimsuits and T-shirts.
Pressed against his chest like this, with just a sports bra and tank top on, she could not keep him from feeling them. But the leather would add extra padding. And the rough feel of the leather and patches did all sorts of things to her.
Almost as much as the vibrations of her bike against the hood ring.
“Do you want a wedding like that?” Darkness asked quietly as Camille settled her head on his shoulder.
Grinning against his neck, she pressed a light kiss on his pulse point. “With a half dozen people? Hell no. but a Saints wedding? Definitely.”
There was a soft thud from out in the hallway followed by a moan and then a zipper. Liquid heat flooded her core as she sat up and looked towards the hallway.
“What has you excited?”
Her eyes were cast downward, and her cheeks flushed with shame. “Do you have a hidden kink?”
“Do I? No, I admit to my kinks. Do you?” he asked quietly, and she nodded. Taking her chin in between his thumb and finger, he made her look at him. “Tell me.”
There was a louder moan outside the alcove, and he smiled.
“Do you like to watch?” he asked, and she nodded again. “Do you want to watch them?”
She nodded again and then met his eyes. “It’s two men.”
He gave a small nod. “You like watching men?”
“Yes…”
“Go watch.” He commanded and that sent another wave of liquid heat. “Go on, *belle*.”
She swallowed hard and then moved off his lap and towards the doorway. Trevor was leaning against the wall with Clay on his knees in front of his husband. His head bobbed up and down as he took the large cock into his mouth.
“What do you want to do?” Darkness asked quietly as he stood behind her with his hands on her hips.
She slipped her hand into the pajama pants and began to play with her ring. Camille melted into his chest as his lips grazed her neck. His hand moved to her arm and his fingers dipped into her waistband.
“May I?” she nodded, and he growled. “Say it.”
“Yes.”
His hand trailed down her arm and he opened her before slipping his middle finger inside her. A gasp escaped her, and Trevor turned to look at them. He winked at her before turning his attention back to the man before him. She could feel the orgasm building inside her and started to pull her hand back.
“Leave it,” Darkness commanded against her neck. “Play with your clit.”
Camille did as she was told and whimpered as he pumped his finger in and out of her.
“Spread your legs, *belle*.” He continued to kiss and nibble on her sensitive skin.
She did and he slid a second finger inside. She cried out as the world shattered around her. His other arm anchored her to him as her legs gave out.
Trevor groaned as he also came.
“So beautiful, *belle*,” Darkness praised as he pulled his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth.
With hooded eyes, Camille turned her head to look at him. Neither saw the other couple leave as they watched each other.
“When you’re ready, I promise to be gentle. Until then, I’m going to savor the taste of you.” He leaned in and kissed her gently. He then settled them on the couch, and he handed her the new book he had bought her.