South Coast Brothers: Part One

by Hamford, Kacey

  Once my coffee was ready, I started drinking it as I set my next plan in motion. I closed the kitchen door to the hallway; the dogs would have to stay in there for a little while. I started spreading a trail of rose petals from the front door to the living room door, in the room and around the blow up bed. If any of the guys caught me doing this shit I’d be a laughing stock. I clearly didn’t think this through very well as the fucking petals were sticking to my shoes.

  I sat in the back garden with my coffee and cigarette number two, feeling nervous as hell. What if she hated it?

  I’m at home. Get that sexy ass of yours here x

  She should be here within the next ten minutes, when thirty minutes had passed and there was no sign of Cammie or a respond to my text I started to worry. I pressed my recent calls list on my phone and Cammie was at the top, I hit her name and listened to the phone ringing constantly until it went to voicemail. I tried three more times before I got fed up. I jumped to my feet and hurried the dogs inside, filling their bowls up with dog biscuits before I rushed to my bike and headed for the clubhouse.

  Once my bike was parked, I marched into the clubhouse, stopping to look in the bar area for Cammie, there was no sign of her. Surely she wasn’t still asleep. I pushed the door open and frowned when she wasn’t in the bed, the shower wasn’t on. Maybe she was doing her make-up? Was she working today?

  “Cam?” No answer, I nudged the bathroom door open and it was also empty. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialled her again. Still no fucking answer. I looked out of the bedroom window and couldn’t see her car in the beach carpark. As I walked towards the door to find Ashlyn, something on the bedside table caught my eye, I strolled towards it to see what it was.

  “Fuck!” I swore as I dropped to the bed and hung my head as my forearms rested on my thighs, still holding onto the pregnancy test. She must be freaking out somewhere. Where the fuck was she?

  “Holes?” I looked up to see Ashlyn standing in the open doorway.

  “Did you know about this?”

  “Yeah, I came to find her for breakfast and she was in a bit of a state.”

  “Where is she?” I dropped the pregnancy stick back down and scrambled towards her.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know? Why did you let her leave? Why didn’t you call me?” I shouted.

  “VP, calm down,” Prez said as he entered the room. I took a step back from her and ran my hands through my hair.

  “Where is she, Ashlyn?” I asked again, calmer this time.

  “I don’t know, I couldn’t stop her. She left her phone and purse here.”

  “Fuck!” I roared as I stormed past them and out the door to my bike. I headed for the other place she may have been.

  Cammie

  “Sugar?” Blade called out as he walked in through the door. We both looked up at him and the worry on his face seemed to disappear. “Ah good, you’re here. Holes is going crazy trying to find you.”

  “What?” I reached into my jeans pocket for my phone and realised I didn’t have it. “Shit, I must have left my phone at the clubhouse. Is he mad?”

  “He ain’t happy, sweetheart.” He leant against the doorframe and crossed his arms across his chest.

  “I better get home.” I stood up and carried my mug into the kitchen and dropped it into the sink.

  “He’s on the way here.”

  “Oh.” I glanced at Heather and she stood up and stepped towards me.

  “Everything is going to be fine. Talk to him, don’t push him away and remember I’m here for you, always. Just call me and I’ll be there.”

  “Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around me once more and rubbed circles onto my back.

  “Oh, babe, before I forget Daisy and Ryan are coming up in a couple of days to stay.”

  “Sugar, its Hitch. You have to use his club name.” He sighed at her.

  “He’s family.” She waved her hand like it was ok.

  “Sugar,” he said in a warning tone, raising one eyebrow.

  “Fine. Hitch.”

  “Prez!” I gasped when I heard Mason’s tone. He wasn’t happy, not in the slightest.

  “She’s in here, VP.” Blade moved to the side and I watched as Mason filled the doorway. As soon as his eyes connected with mine, his face softened.

  “You ok?” he asked, shuffling into the room. I nodded and scrambled towards him, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he bent down to gather me in his arms. “I was worried about you,” he whispered which made me tighten my grip on him. “So, we’re having a baby?” I nodded. “Are you happy about it?”

  “I’m scared,” I admitted. He nodded his head in understanding.

  “Let’s get you home.” He kissed me on the side of my head and we separated. I looked around and saw that Heather and Blade had left us alone. “You going to be ok to drive? Or shall I leave my bike here?”

  “I’ll be fine. I need to find Heather, I disrupted her day.”

  “Come on, sweetheart.” He held my hand and we walked down the stairs, out of the door and around the corner to the clubhouse. “Where’s your jacket?”

  “I forgot to put it on this morning, I’m sorry.”

  We walked in through the front door and the inside was amazing, it looked just like a hotel. There was a large area in front of us, with a big room at the end, a grand staircase to the left and a dining area to the right.

  “Hey there, handsome.” A dark skinned girl with jet black hair, wearing only a pair of denim shorts a small tank top and heels said as she ran her hand over his chest.

  “Anna,” Heather said as she walked up to us. “Go and sort the bar out, will you?”

  “Sure.” She smiled to Heather and then turned to Mason. “Come and find me later, handsome. Once you’re done with that one.”

  “Anna,” Heather warned her. She looked at Heather as if to say she wasn’t doing anything wrong. “This is the VP for the Cornish Crusaders.” Her eyes lit up until Heather added, “And his Old Lady Cammie. My best friend.” Her shoulders slumped and she scuttled away.

  “You ok?” Heather asked me.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry I bombarded you with this.”

  “Hey, you can always come to me. Promise me.” When I hesitated, she said. “Cammie, promise me.”

  “I promise.” We hugged, said our goodbyes and were soon driving home.

  * * *

  Mason

  The look on Cammie’s face when I walked into Heather and Blade’s home wasn’t a look I wanted to see again. She looked lost, upset, scared and I would do everything in my power to protect her and the baby.

  Fuck, I was going to be a dad. That was some scary shit.

  I waited by the front door for Cammie to climb out of her car and join me. I held her hand and unlocked the door, she gasped once she entered. Shit, I forgot about all of the rose petals. My plan was far from my mind when I couldn’t find her.

  “Shit, sorry. Just ignore all of that stuff, I’ll get it cleaned up in a bit. Do you want to have a lie down?”

  “No, I want to know what all this is for.” She followed the trail that led into the living room and she stopped when she saw what I had done.

  “I wanted to re-create our first night here, there was something I wanted to do.”

  “Oh and now you don’t?” She seemed disappointed, I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her soft lips.

  “I do, I really do.”

  “Wait.” She used her hand to push me back slightly. “We can’t have sex.”

  “We can’t?” I asked, eyebrows raised high off my head. What the fuck was she talking about?

  “No, what if we cause the placenta to detach?” She bit her bottom lip, eyes filling with tears.

  “I’m sure that won’t happen.” She opened her mouth to speak and I placed my finger on his lips. “But we’ll wait until we see a doctor, ok?” She nodded. “Come with me.”

  She followed behind me until she was sitting
on the blow-up bed, I reached into her hair and pulled at the tie.

  “Mason,” she complained. “My hair’s a mess.” She began combing it through with her fingers.

  “It’s gorgeous, like you.” I angled her face towards mine and brushed her lips with a sweet kiss until she parted her lips for me and I invaded her mouth, our tongues colliding together. My cock was starting to come to life and I had to break our connection before we got carried away. I grabbed the wine bottle out of the cooler and hurried out of the door, I was going to swap it for some sparkling grape juice, she had bottles of the stuff. I personally thought it tasted like shit, but she couldn’t get enough of it. The dogs barked and jumped up at me as I entered, I unlocked the patio doors and opened it up for them. Dusty shot out into the garden while Dyson sat at the kitchen door sniffing underneath it.

  “You can see mummy in a minute, dude,” I told him and he angled his head to the side, pricking his ears up. I squeezed past him and strolled back into the living room, Cammie was now laying on the bed with both of her hand flat against her tummy.

  “You ok?”

  “I will be after I’ve seen the doctor. I’m going to call and make an appointment in a minute.” I sat down at the side of her on the bed, which caused her to bounce around, those tits looked amazing.

  “First, here.” I passed her a plastic cup with some grape juice in it. “To us.”

  “To us.” She giggled.

  “Cammie, I’m so in love with you. From that first moment that I laid eyes on you at the clubhouse, I was fascinated by you. You were shy and quiet but I could see there was a feistiness about you. I love that you give me hell when we are alone and that you respect me and my club when we have company. You are the perfect fit for me and I never ever want to let you go.” I slid off the bed and onto my knee, I felt like an idiot doing it this way, but she deserved the best and I wanted to give her everything that I could. I pulled the box out from my pocket and her eyes zeroed in on my hands.

  “Cammie, will you marry me?” I opened the box and her mouth fell open to see the silver band with a large diamond nestled on top.

  “Oh, Mason.” She threw herself at me, which I wasn’t expecting and we toppled to the floor, causing me to drop the ring. She slammed her lips down onto mine and I controlled the angled of her head by pulling on her hair.

  “Is that a yes?” I mumbled against her lips. She pulled her head back and laughed.

  “Yes, it’s a yes. A thousand times yes!” She cried, happily.

  “I dropped the ring.”

  “What?” She gasped as she pushed herself to her feet. “Where did you drop it?”

  “In this area somewhere, I got distracted when this extremely hot twenty year old blonde threw herself at me.” She slapped me on the stomach telling me shut up. She crawled around on the floor with her ass high up in the air looking for the ring and I had to adjust the not so little problem that I was having in my jeans.

  “Oh, I found it.” She showed me and then slipped it onto her finger. “It fits.”

  “Hey, I’m supposed to put it on your finger,” I complained. I moved myself so that I was now leaning against the blow up bed with my arm keeping it in place. Cammie crawled over to me and climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs.

  “I love you, Mason, I can’t wait to be Cammie Cole. Hey, that’s got a nice ring to it.” I loved seeing her so happy, especially after this morning.

  “Are you really ok?” I asked as I ran my hand up and down her side.

  “I don’t know. I’m really scared and I can’t promise I won’t be a nightmare through this whole pregnancy.”

  “Did you ever talk to anyone about what happened? A professional?”

  “No, they suggested it at the hospital but we never looked into it. I never planned on any of this.” She waved her hand around the room before settling it on my chest. “I never dreamed of having the perfect house, the perfect man or having any babies. I was just a club whore, you know?” I growled deep in my throat when she used that word. She wasn’t a whore, she was mine. My Cammie, My Old Lady and soon, very soon, my wife.

  “Do you want to talk to someone about it? I can be there with you if you want or not? Up to you.”

  “Um… I don’t know. I wonder if it’ll help my fears.”

  “We can ask the doctor when we go.”

  “Yes, good idea. I’m going to call them now.” She pressed a quick kiss to my lips before she hurried out of the living room and into the kitchen. “Hi, babies.” I heard her talking to the dogs. I stayed still for several minutes, wondering how quick I could get her to marry me.

  Cammie

  “How did it go?” Ashlyn was upon us before we even got through the clubhouse door properly.

  “It went great,” I started to say when Mason kissed me on the side of my head and angled his head towards the church doors. I nodded in understanding, they had a meeting. “I can’t believe it, I’m actually seventeen weeks pregnant, we can find out if we are having a boy or a girl in three weeks, but we are going to let it be a surprise.”

  “You look happy.” We sat down on the sofa by the window.

  “Yeah, I am. I’m still so scared though. We heard the heartbeat and it’s good and strong. I haven’t felt any movement yet though.” I placed my hands on my tummy.

  “Where did that bump come from? You didn’t have that last week!”

  “I know, it’s crazy. It’s like, all of a sudden it was there.” I laughed.

  “Hey, you ladies want a drink?” Drake asked placing his hand on Ashlyn’s shoulder.

  “I’m ok thanks,” I answered and Ashlyn shook her head, not looking at him. “What was that? That was a frosty reception.”

  “Nothing. So, I hear VP wants to get married as soon as possible.”

  “Yeah, but he’s got it in his head that I want a big wedding. I don’t.”

  “Oh, I saw this post on Pinterest.” Ashlyn said digging her phone out of her pocket and showing me. “It could be done here, they have that large area right at the back of the clubhouse.”

  “I love that idea. You’ll be a bridesmaid, won’t you?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Will you come with me to Mason’s mum’s house? Let’s get planning this wedding.”

  “Now?” she asked. I nodded and we climbed to our feet and made our way to the front door.

  “Hey, where are you off to?” Mason asked as we were almost out the door.

  “I’ll wait outside,” Ashlyn said, leaving Mason and I alone together. He stalked towards me and kissed me hungrily, pushing me gently against the wall and pinning my arms above my head.

  “I need to be inside of you, a week is a long fucking time.” We had spoken to the doctor about my concerns with sex and he assured me that it was perfectly safe and I had an appointment to see a counsellor next week too.

  “Me and Ashlyn were just heading over to your mums.”

  “Why?” He looked confused. I loosened one hand from his grasp and ran it over his cheek and scratched his stubble on his jaw.

  “I’ve decided on the wedding I want and we are going to start preparations so I can be your wife within the month.”

  “I fucking love that, but don’t I get a say in how and where we get married? I want you to have everything you want.”

  “I will have everything I want in six months. A gorgeous husband and hopefully a healthy baby.”

  “Baby Cole is going to be perfect.” He released my other hand and I played with the dark hair at the back of his neck. “I’ll come with you and then we can tell her about the baby too. But tonight, I’m going to be balls deep in my fiancée.”

  “I can’t wait.” I kissed him once more before he pulled away.

  Mason

  I fucking loved Cammie’s idea for our wedding and we narrowed down a date too. 22nd July, it was a Friday and then a whole weekend of partying would be happening. She was adamant that she didn’t want a honeymoon but I had a plan
up my sleeve.

  Prez slammed the gavel down. “First up, VP here is getting married in one month. Talk to Cammie and Ashlyn, make sure she has everything she needs. Second, Titch saved Cammie’s ass a few weeks ago and by the sounds of it she was already pregnant too. VP wants him patched in, let’s vote.” Prez went around the table.

  “Yay,” Solar answered

  “Yay,” Toes agreed.

  “Yay.” Tat nodded. It went around the room and everyone voted to patch him in.

  “Third, the guys from Cardiff Carvers were picked up by the police, they are all in lock up. Good work, Hitch.”

  “I’d like to propose something.” He looked at Prez to see if it was ok and he nodded his head. “I’d like to vote on having my VP patch back.”

  “What the fuck!” I shouted.

  “VP, calm down,” Prez said. “Let’s take a vote.” Prez went around the table again and I had obviously done some good to this club as they all voted against Hitch being VP.

  “Any other business?” Prez asked, he was met with silence. “Tat, get Titch in here.” We waited in silence and I was furious that Hitch felt like he could claim his VP patch. I worked tirelessly for this club and protected everyone in it.

  Titch hobbled into the room behind Tat, he didn’t need crutches anymore but he did walk with a slight limp.

  “Congratulation, Titch,” Prez said as he threw him a patched in leather cut. “You did some great work protecting the VPs Old Lady.”

  “Thanks, I’d do it all over again.”

  “This calls for a party. Enjoy boys.” He slammed the gavel down and the room emptied.

  I headed straight for the bar and ordered a whiskey, I could feel Cammie’s eyes on me and within seconds her body was close to mine.

  “You ok?” I pulled her close and placed my lips on her neck, the beat of her pulse calmed me and I needed that more than the whiskey.