74 - Breakfast Plans

_I’m glad that I agreed to stay late. – Danisha_



Darkness walked out of the bathroom attached to Camille’s room and smiled at her. She sat on the bed with two of her laptops in front of her. The computers were tethered together, and she was going back and forth between the two keyboards.



Tink lay behind her, squeezed in between her and the pillows that he had moved out of his way and pressed against the headboard. He lifted his head slightly and then laid it back down and closed his eyes.



With a towel wrapped around his waist, he walked over and lifted her chin with a dark knuckle under her chin. A grin crossed his face as he watched her gaze crawl up his body, growing dark with desire.



“I think I like you using my bathroom,” she admitted softly.



He gave a soft chuckle as he leaned down and gave her a kiss.  “If your brother was not asleep across the hall, I would take advantage of my brothers being told to piss off.”



“Dutch and Spider are probably still in Candi’s room.”



He looked at her in confusion. “Someone is in my bed. I saw them when I got my shower kit.”



“You should probably just leave your stuff in my bathroom. And it’s probably Werewolf. He’s not stupid enough to cheat on Charlotte.”



“What would your sister do?”



“Cut his balls off.”



She said it with such dismissive nonchalance that Darkness swallowed down his fear and moved back slightly.



“Just about every man in your family has warned me about the women in your family being crazy.”



Shrugging, she smiled up at him. “I blame it on mom’s _Oma_ and _Oom_ Jan.”



“_Oom_ Jan?”



“_Oom_ means uncle. He’s actually my mom’s uncle, my great uncle or _oudoom_. But he preferred to just be _oom_.”



“_Oom_ Jan,” Darkness said, then tried out his own name. “_Oom_ Jan Darkness.”



Camille laughed and shook her head. “Jan was his name. It’s a very common name for men in The Netherlands. You would be _Oom Duisternis_. Uncle Darkness.”



“And what are you?”



“_Tante_ Camille.”



“I’m going to go get dressed, _tante_ Camille,” he leaned down and gave her a kiss. “You want to go get breakfast before they leave?”



“Would love to.”



“Get dressed, I’ll get the guys.” He gave her another kiss before he headed for the door to her room. She muttered something under her breath, and he turned to wink at her over his shoulder.



Crossing the hall, he entered his room to find Werewolf sitting on the edge of the bed talking on the phone. He spoke in hushed tones and Darkness dressed quickly, trying to give him privacy.



“My wife was threatening bodily harm if I didn’t get the issue with her sister’s sex life resolved.” Werewolf said as he stood and stretched. “That has got to be one of the weirdest sentences that I’ve ever said.”



“I’m almost afraid to ask what kind of bodily harm.”



“Her most common go to is cutting my balls off,” he chuckled as he pulled on a shirt from his overnight bag. “The real question is how.”



“You hungry?” Darkness asked, slipping on his cut.



“Fucking starving, let me get Dutch and Spider.”



He sent a quick text before heading into the hall to find the communal bathroom. Darkness left the room and found Camille in the hallway with Tink already wearing his working dog vest. The new red vest declared him to be a MEDICAL ALERT K9 with a secondary patch declaring that he should not be separated from his human.



She now wore a pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt with the Vegas strip skyline under her Cajuns cut. She was in the process of braiding up her hair with the black elastic band being held in between her teeth.



Darkness grinned at the cut that she wore. After she had originally declined it, they invited her to the next church meeting. After Gator had called Toad on speakerphone. The Saint's president had been honest in his assessment of Camille.



She had been a hard worker as a prospect, even before and after. She had gotten in trouble a few times, but never got called out onto the hot spot. Her punishments were accepted with the understanding that she did in fact deserve them. She once had ever begged forgiveness or expected special treatment because of who her father was.



“You can vote for her to wear your colors,” Toad had told them, but she will always be a Saint. She comes home, she wears our colors.”



Even with his declaration and unspoken threat, they voted her into the club. The Cajuns patched their first woman when they patched Camille.



“Werewolf messaged Dutch.”



She nodded as she finished the braid and then grabbed her elastic band to hold her braid in place. “I saw him as he headed to the bathroom. Don’t think he’s impressed with me having a bathroom, but you don’t.”



Leaning down, he brushed a kiss across her lips. “That’s why I’ve started moving into your room.”



“We should probably swap beds,” she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Not that I’m objecting to the snug fit. But you might be more comfortable.”



Placing his hands under her thighs, he straightened and lifted her. With a little squeal, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Grinning, he pushed her back into the wall and ground himself into her.



“I’m comfortable wherever you are,” he whispered just before kissing her.



“_Zus_, I have no problem with you getting banged,” Dutch declared loudly and caused a few doors to open. “But I do have a problem with seeing you getting banged.”



“_Broer_, be nice, or I won’t help you get banged,” Camille laughed. “And how was the banging?”



Spider and Dutch both grinned at each other and then back at the woman pressed against the wall.



“Once again, _kleine zus_, your recommendation is commendable,” Dutch told her.



“You’re welcome, _grote broer en Spinnekop_.”



“What about you, _Werm_?” Spider asked as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Should we call Book back?”



“Not yet,” she shook her head.



“_Kleine meisje_, you may not want to get laid today, but I do, and your sister cut me off after you called your mom on Sunday.” Werewolf said as he walked towards them from the other end of the hallway.



“Really? Because she’s been sending me pictures of lingerie all week.” Camille feigned innocence and confusion.



“Exactly.” Werewolf growled. “Sexy, skimpy lingerie, and then I’m told no touch until this shit is settled. Please tell me it’s settled, because I would love to have your sister in that position.”



“You still got your kilt?” Camille asked with an evil grin.



“You Johanson women are mean as fuck!” Spider declared.



“You want to know mean?” Werewolf asked as he tugged Darkness back and Camille dropped to the floor. “She sent me a picture of her wearing nothing but a thong.”



“No panty-lines but a permanent wedgie,” Camille rolled her eyes as she headed for the stairs. “I prefer to just have no panties. Which one did she send you?”



“Hey, shithead,” Dutch told the guy in the doorway next to him who was focused on Camille’s ass. “That’s my sister.”



“I was just looking for the panty-lines,” Swamp Thang admitted.



“You,” Dutch pointed at Darkness, “I’m okay with you looking at her ass.”



He smiled as he looked away from Camille’s disappearing form and shrugged at Dutch. Then he turned and looked at Werewolf. “I liked the picture of Charlotte on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder.”



“Yeah, that was nice – why the hell are you looking at my wife?”



“Camille asked for my opinion.” Darkness explained as he followed Camille and Tink.



“How do they compare?” Spider asked with a grin. “The oldest to the youngest?”



“You’re going to end up being a splattered Spider if you’re not careful,” Werewolf growled as he passed the older man.



“They’re both my sisters,” Dutch reminded him with a little shove.



“Please, all your sisters are crazy,” Spider fell in line behind the others. Once they were outside, he yelled over at Camille, “Worm! What’s your theme song?”



“Trevor hasn’t been here,” She pointed out as she finished connecting Tink’s safety harness to the motorcycle. “There hasn’t been anyone to be on Mezcal duty.”



 The three Saints stopped in their tracks and looked at each other.



“They’ve never had the Mezcal Experience,” Dutch said as he pulled on his sunglasses. “You better fly the musketeers and Trevor down here.”



“Oh, yeah,” Spider agreed. “And we’re going to need a full report. Including pictures – no, video.”



“Don’t you have spy cameras that you can install?” Dutch asked. “Like body cams or something?”



Werewolf rolled his eyes as he got into the SUV. “I’m not putting body cams on the musketeers for your entertainment.”