36 - Parking Lot

*I’ve missed my light. My beautiful little Cam. – Darkness*
As soon as he was released, Darkness changed back into his regular clothes. Once back in his jeans, shirt for the plumbing company and thick soled motorcycle boots, he felt more like himself. Walking out of the small room at the county jail, he attempted to hand the suit to Erin. Shaking her head, she pointed at Celt.
“Keep it, man. Your woman was drooling over you.” Celt said with a grin. “Give her a reason to dress up and take her out.”
Grinning back at the man who had introduced himself as Camille’s self-appointed and slightly protective uncle, he nodded. “I’ll do that.”
“Treat her right, she deserves it.”
“No, she deserves the world. I’m just hoping that she’ll accept the little corner of it that I can give her.”
“Well, shit,” Erin muttered, and the two men looked at her. “Where the hell do I find a man like you?”
“Not in a suit,” Darkness winked at her. “We’re usually in leather and look a little rough around the edges.”
“We usually are a little rough around the edges.” Celt corrected. “But for the most part, we’re all big squishy teddy bears. According to my daughter, anyway. And she grew up around rough bikers.”
The two lawyers walked down to the window at the end of the hall and Darkness received the rest of his belongings. Zydeco had made his adopted son hand over all his cash and credit cards before leaving the clubhouse in Baton Rouge. The only thing in his wallet had been his driver’s license, medical insurance card, VA card and auto insurance card. Automatically, he opened the leather wallet to make sure it was all still there before tucking it into his front pocket.
He accepted the now dead phone and equally dead smart watch. The deputy passed the cut through the window and Darkness couldn’t help but sigh in relief as he slid the leather on. Once it was on his large frame, he tucked the useless electronic device into his inside pocket. Removing the purple and gold tiger striped pen from his breast pocket, he signed for his belongings and gave the man behind the glass a curt nod.
With everything completed, the former prisoner and two lawyers were escorted down the hall where a deputy called out for the door to be unlocked. The lock clicked and the uniformed officer pushed the door open. Stepping outside, he took a deep breath of fresh air that was not tainted with body odor, stale cigarette smoke or chemical cleaners.
Once outside in the parking lot, Darkness went straight to Camille and held her close. She laid her cheek against his chest, her arms snaking around him. One of his large hands held her head against the heart that seemed to beat only for her and the other splayed on her back.
Whispering softly in creole, he kissed the top of her head. Relief washed over both and a few tears slid down her cheeks. Vaguely, he was aware of the dog that leaned up against both of their legs. Keeping one hand on her back, he tipped her head back to look up at him.
“None of that, Cam.” Darkness brushed the tears away.
“I was scared.” She admitted.
“I know.” He murmured.
“Tink.” Dom said and Camille dropped the lead. “Let’s go for a ride.”
The Doberman Pinscher happily followed the other woman to her bike. Once she had straddled it, Tink hopped up and lay down on the gas tank. After giving him a scratch behind the ear, Dom started her engine. Soon after, other engines began firing up.
“Guess we better go.” Camille said smiling up at Darkness.
“My bike…”
“I’m on mine.”
“Maybe we need us a Roscoe Reagan Original?” he suggested as they untangled themselves.
“Maybe.” She agreed as they went to her bike. He got on and then held his hand out for her to get on behind him.
Trigg gave him a warning glare before pushing off. Sid buried her face behind her husband’s back, so no one saw her laughing. Wrapping her arms around Darkness’ waist, Camille laid her head against his back and grinned at the angry looking Gator and amused Peanut before they pushed off and followed the other bikes.
One of Evie’s dads, Isiah, was acting as tail gunner and motioned for Darkness to go ahead of him. Reaching down, he caressed Camille’s leg next to his own. Shifting on the bike that was smaller than what he was used to, he grasped the handle and pushed off to follow the line of riders.
He enjoyed the ride out to the clubhouse with Camille hugged tightly up against his back. Every so often, he reached over and caressed her leg. One thing was certain to him, they were doing this more often.
Way too soon, in both of their opinions, they were pulling through the clubhouse gate and into the parking lot. He parked with the others and killed the engine.
“We need to talk.” Darkness said over his shoulder, and she nodded.
Camille waited until they were nearly alone before she got off the back of the bike. He scooted back on the seat and then helped her back on. She sat in front, facing him with her legs over his.
“You looked hot in your suit.” Camille said running her hands up his chest. “But you look more like my Darkness like this.”
“Your Darkness?” he asked cupping her cheeks.
“My Darkness.” She whispered as his lips brushed across hers.
He gave a little growl as he nipped her bottom lip. Sighing, she sank into the kiss and slid her arms around his neck. His tongue invaded her mouth enticing hers into a dance. A soft sound of pleasure escaped her and he moaned in response.
Darkness trailed his hands down the sides of her body and to her thighs. He yanked her closer to him, nestling her soft core against his hard shaft. A small whimper escaped her as she wrapped her legs around him. His hands cupped her ass, she ground herself against him and mewled in pleasure.
“Fuck.” He growled as he tore his mouth from hers. Leaning his head back, he took in several deep cleansing breaths.
“Amos.” Camille whispered as she lightly bit his neck.
“Damn it, baby.” He moved his hands under her sweater dress to grip her tightly. With a firm grip on her hips, he helped her to grind against him until she was panting in desperation. His mouth found hers again, all gentleness was gone as he attacked her, desperate to own her in every way possible.
“Amos,” she pleaded between kisses, and he groaned in response.
Someone cleared their throat as someone else chuckled. The couple on the bike jumped slightly but did not move away from each other.
Darkness broke off the kiss and glared at the woman and two men standing next to the bike. Dom looked bored. Dutch was amused. Gator was pissed.
“You two ever hear about leaving space for the Holy Ghost?” Dom asked in her usual bored tone.
“He’s a ghost, he’ll fit.” Camille replied with a smile as she laid her head on his shoulder.
Dom smirked. “Someone is here to apologize.”
“Good.” Camille said as she moved off Darkness and the bike.
Dutch held out a hand to his little sister to help her. “You going to cash those cards on the back of a bike?”
“Think of it as going full circle,” she grinned at him as Darkness got off the bike and grasped her hand.
“You and me,” Gator warned Darkness, “we are going to have some words. You too, Cher.”
Camille shrugged and did not flinch at the cold look that she got from the president.
Laughing, Dom’s cold grey eyes sparkled as she gave a rare smile. “*Verwende kinderen worden gestraft.*”
Dutch sputtered for a moment as he realized that Dom had warned his sister that brats get punished in the language he was named after.
Camille bit her lower lip as she smiled coyly, “*Ja.*”
“*Ik hoef dit niet te horen.*” Dutch declared in the language that the Johanson kids had learned to speak at the knee of their immigrant grandmother.
Dom chuckled as she turned and headed back towards the clubhouse.
Grinning at her old brother, she switched back to English and advised, “if you don’t want to hear it, don’t listen.”
“Where the hell did all this sass come from?” Dutch asked as he followed the others to the clubhouse.
“Depends on which parent you ask. Mom says it’s her deviant brother.” Camille laughed over her shoulder.
“Dad *is* her deviant brother.” Dutch pointed out with an amused laugh. “He’d probably say it was his bitch of a sister.”
“Probably.”