Lucky Charms: A Hudson Family Series- Book 3- Dalton and Cami

by Chontelle Brison

  Now that I have had something to compare to Sean, I am beginning to wonder if maybe it wasn’t me who had the problem at all. I had told meself I was in love with Sean for so long that I am beginning to think my body knew something my mind didn’t. If I met Sean Walsh today in a pub and he bought me a pint, would I want the lad? The answer is no. Yes, his blonde hair and sexy smile are attractive, but there doesn’t seem to be much substance to the man. Besides, looking back I realized that Sean never asked me why that house design was so important or why I wanted to take classes other than education.

  Actually, he never asked anything about me at all. It was always about his auditions, his dietary needs, his plans to make it big in film. Sean Walsh had no idea who I was and that made me truly sad. On the bright side, I have decided that the idea of making love with a man, who didn’t even know anything about me, was justifiably scary! How could I feel safe and cared for if I knew everything was about him? I think me fears around Sean were because I knew he didn’t really want me, ME. How could he? He didn’t even know me.

  That, of course, led to him degrading me and making me feel ashamed of me issues with moving foreward. I guess it was the only way he could save face. No man wants to admit that a lass would not want him. Don’t all men want to feel like no woman can resist their charms?

  If I’m honest, I have Dalton to thank for me coming to these conclusions. He kisses me back like he can’t get enough of me lips, he rubs me back and cups my face like I’m a cherished woman and when he pulls me close I love the smell of his musky cologne. Not to mention, I feel how hard his cock is against me belly. Dear lord, the man must have to jack off nightly just to relieve the pain! Still, it feels good to feel wanted and never pressured. Although, I know he suffers, he never pushes me further than I want to go.

  So, tonight I am going to push meself farther. Once I have him tied to my bed, I am going to have me own way with him. However, I please! I even googled how to give a mind altering blow job. Sigh, judge me if you will people, but if I do this, I want it to be good! I want to thank him for being such a great friend the past two weeks. I want to see what Dalton is like when he loses control and all because of me mouth!

  I looked out me window and caught a glimpse of Dalton painting the wood framed gazebo. It was drizzling, so he had moved one of the large tents to cover the frame so he could paint it. Michael was painting the otherside and Keela was using a paint brush on the steps. I smiled to meself, Michael had become an everyday visitor the last few weeks. Oddly enough, he always seemed to show up just as Keela arrived. I didn’t have any proof, but I was pretty certain that Dalton was texting Michael to alert him of Keela’s arrival. As soon as Michael was off work, he would show up, still in his work boots and jeans.

  Ma loved having so many people over to the house. Da pulled out the grill that he had orderd on Amazon, onto the back porch and he happily supplied everyone in burgers, hot dogs and barbequed chicken. We all loved the American food and I think Dalton was right happy to have something familiar to eat because he ate more than anyone.

  I know what you are all thinking… Yes I do!… you think I’m foolish for gettin’ so attached to a man who’s going to be leaving in another week. Not only that, but once he leaves he will be free of his obligation to not bed other women. Wel,l I can tell you that I am not sad at all. Dalton has become me friend and when we’re not kissing or givin’ each other hell, we spend time talking. However, I have noticed that we mostly talk about me. Sure, he tells me all about his brothers in Carson City, his own contracting crew that he has, and the restraurant that he’s remodeling for Sara and Synclair. Yet, while he knew all me life stories, he never talks about the deep stuff, the things that scare him or why he’s so adamant about keeping his sexual encounters casual.

  We had never spoken about the words we exchanged that night in the alley behind Lark’s. Michael told me that he had filled Dalton in on everything that we’d said. He must have some feelings about it, one way or the other. Now that I think about it, it was kind of irritating to know that he never brings up anything that pains him. I know what I said that night was deadly and it had to hurt. Just remembering him calling me, Ice Queen, made my chest ache.

  Well, Mr. Dalton Hudson, was going to learn that part of being a friend is sharing. Friends share more than just kisses and gentle teasing. It was obvious that Dalton had lumped me into his “casual” category, which meant I would get sexy, charming, Dalton. Yet, for some reason it wasn’t enough. He had seen me and all my warts and if we were goin’ to be true friends, he was goin’ to have show me his. Tonight would be a perfect time, I would have him at my mercy. I planned to really step outside me comfort zone and give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. Afterwards, I would make him open up to me. Okay, I have no way of knowing if the Google and YouTube videos I’d seen would make me the utimate blow job giver, but a girl’s got to try.

  Me plan set, I hurried to lace up me work boots and shoved me blue jeans into them to keep me ankles from getting cold. I pulled on a blue jumper to cover the white tee-shirt I had one and gave meself a quick once over in the mirror that covered the door to me closet. I noticed me cheeks had gotten red from the sun that we’d had a few days before. Normally, I wear a face mask when I work with the crew so me face doesn’t get all dusty. But, since I had been helping Dalton, I opted not to and my freckles seemed to multiply against the blush on my cheeks.

  I decided against make-up lately too. There didn’t seem much point to it, since Dalton didn’t care how I looked and it would melt off once I got sweaty working outside anyways. I pulled me hair back into a ponytail and rushed down the stairs. I was almost through the kitchen when me Da called my name.

  “Yes Da?” I asked. I had come to call Jack, Da, more and more the last few weeks. I wanted him to know that he was the one I considered me father. I had noticed that since he had tried to kill Dalton over my v-card that he was more attentive. He had even taken to asking me questions about me gazebo design. Last night, he asked if I had any designs I could show him. Ecstatic that he was taking an interest, I promised him I would dig out my sketch book later and show him all me drawings.

  “Camille, can we talk for a minute?” he asked, taking me by surprise when he used my full name. Usually only Dalton called me, Camille.

  “Ya Da, is somethin’ wrong?” I asked, worried that he was going to deliver some bit of bad news. I looked at the back door. I wanted to hurry outside and catch up with Dalton, Keela and Michael, but instead I joined Da on the couch.

  “No, no, nothing’s wrong, I just thought maybe there was something you wanted to tell me?” he looked at me expectantly.

  You know that feeling you get when your Ma looks at you like she’s caught you doing somethin’? You know the look! The one that makes you wonder exactly which thing she was about to bust you for, but you don’t want to ask, because what you think it is may be different than what it really is? See, it’s a very smart parenting trick. It’s like a trick question on a history exam.

  “No, nothin’ comes to mind,” I told him as I grabbed a few of the honey roasted nuts that me Ma kept in a bowl and threw them in me mouth.

  “Not even the fact that you’re in love with Dalt?” he asked. I was so shocked, I started choking on the peanuts that I’d half swallowed.

  Da started patting me on the back and after I got myself together, I looked at him through water filled eyes.

  “Da, don’t be ridiculous! Dalt and I just came to an understanding. He won’t be an arrogant shite and I won’t end his life,” I said with a shrug, hoping I looked non-chalant about the whole thing.

  Da looked at me for a moment and I could almost hear the wheels grinding in his head. Had he seen me kissing Dalton? I was pretty sure the only time I had kissed him where anyone could see us, was the first day in the gazebo. But that was weeks ago. Every other time was out of view of the house or one of our room’s.

  “I’m not upset Camille, in fact I think it�
��s wonderful, I like Dalton. Since he arrived here, you’ve really come out of your shell.”

  “Well, that’s brilliant Da! Since, there would be nothing to be upset about, Dalton and I are friends,” I told him and he lifted one bushy brow.

  “Camille, I know what love looks like. I know how a man looks at a woman when he’s in love with her,” he explained taking me hand in his.

  “Because that’s the way you look at Ma?” I asked already knowing the answer. Me parents looked at each as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. My mother had never looked at Walt, as adoringly, as she looked at Da. As for Da, his eyes always watched me Ma whenever she was in the room.

  “Yes, and it’s the way Reece looks at Synclair. I see it in Dalton’s eyes whenever you two are together. So, my question, baby girl, is what are you going to do about it?” I pulled me hand back and stood up quickly.

  “Nothing, absolutely nothing Da!” I shook my head so hard, my vision blurred. “he doesn’t love me, I don’t love him, we don’t love each other! We are friends! That’s all! That’s all it can ever be. You know he goes back to Nevada after the wedding,” I told him, astonished that he would think Dalton and I could ever be an item.

  Da smiled, “you could always go with him, Camille,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the whole bloody world.

  “Da!” I practically shouted, “Me home is here in Dublin, you and Ma are here, me job is here! What would I do in Nevada?” Surely the man needed medication, and in a few moments I was going to holler for Ma to call an ambulance.

  Da sighed, grabbed me hand, and tugged me back down on the sofa. His smirking face was unsettling and his blue eyes twinkled, which made me worry all the more.

  “Camille, your mother and I will be where ever you are, if you decide to go to Carson City, we won’t far behind. We’re not young kids anymore. Synclair is having a baby and so is Sara. Our family is about to grow by leaps and bounds. I must admit, part of me feels like it would do us all good, you included, to be around that.” he tipped me chin up.

  “What do you want Camille? I don’t want you to run a bar or work in one because you think it will please me. You shouldn’t be killing yourself making Walt a fortune! And if you don’t want to be a teacher than don’t be. You need to figure out what makes you happy and go for it! A life lived soley to chase the love and acceptance of others, is not a life lived at all sweetheart,” he pulled me into a hug and I couldn’t help the tears that fell. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that I was getting his shirt all wet, as he held me a good long while, until my sobs finally subsided.

  I wasn’t sure what to say, so I kissed him on the cheek and rose from the couch and smiled at him. I turned to walk toward the kitchen so I could join the others and take a minute to absorb what he had just told me when I heard him whisper, “Whatever you choose Camille, I am very honored and proud to be you’re father! You’ve made a life, not worth living, into something exceptional.”

  I couldn’t help it. I turned, ran and threw me arms around him. He chuckled as I started blubbering all over again. I told him how much I loved him. After me second sobbing session had finally ceased, we smiled at each other and I couldn’t wait to tell Dalton what had transpired. Except for the part where me Da thought Dalton loved me, no way was I pulling the pin on that grenade. Dalton and I had an agreement. If Dalton knew Da thought he was in love with me, he’d run so fast he’d put Usain Bolt to shame.

  As soon as I got outside Dalton turned around and grinned at me. I couldn’t help but smile back like a loon. Keela rushed up to greet me and I pulled her into a quick hug. She pulled back in shock, really I didn’t hug many people. I hugged Synclair because she hated touching and I was determined to show her that I loved her. I would grudginly hug those back who hugged me. However, Keela was a big hugger and I felt bad that I often cringed when she hugged me hello or goodbye.

  “Oh gone on now, you’re making me blush,” I told her as she smiled from ear to ear.

  “Hey, is Keela the only one getting hugs or can anyone get in on the action?” Dalton asked teasingly.

  He expected a sarcastic comment because that was our way. He knew I wouldn’t kiss him or touch him in public. Yet, the devil in me wanted to make him lose that smart-ass smirk. The one he always seemed to have plastered to his face, when I was around.

  Stomping up the stairs, I watched him actually stumble back a step as I marched past, a laughing Michael, grabbed Dalton around the waist and hugged with everything I had. I felt him recover from his shock, and move to hug me back. I decided to up the ante. I grabbed his cheeks and brought his head down for a scandalous kiss, tongue included!

  Dalton

  Before you all congratulate me for a job well done, you should know that this is way tougher than I thought it would be. I mean, I thought the time I had set up a bunch of hay to come raining down on Reece in the barn was tricky. I set it up to nail him, not only when he entered, but also when he turned to use the same door to exit! That was nothing, compared to my brilliant plan to be friends with a girl that I couldn’t have sex with. I’m sure my ancestor cave men are looking down at me right now, shaking their clubs in protest. I was equally sure my father was sitting somewhere in heaven, asking my mother what happened with his youngest son.

  Okay, I might be making this whole thing to be a little more terrible than it is. I mean, over the past few weeks, Camille has gone from afraid of touching to practically attacking me every chance she gets. I love it! No, let me clarify, I LOVE IT! I love the way her hands feel on me, even when they are cold as ice from being outside. I love how her tongue takes command and almost dares mine to duel with hers, I love how she feels up against me when I can’t stand it anymore, move my hands from my sides, and pull her as close to me as I can.

  In short, I love the way Camille makes me feel when we’re together. Okay, I’m not that shallow! I also love the time we spend together when we’re not kissing. Like last week, when I put salt in the sugar bowl and messed up her daily dose of caffine in her, “cuppa”. Did she take it lying down? Nope, she most certainly did not. That night when I was taking a shower, the little minx snuck into my bathroom and flushed the toilet… TWICE.

  In case some of you have never exeprienced that wonderful plumbing experience, I’ll explain. For whatever reason, sometimes when you flush a toilet it can reduce water pressure. That can make the cold water non-exisitent and you basically scald your victim, or in this case, it makes the hot water disappear. Yeah, let’s just say, certain parts of my body ran for cover! No matter how much I tried to warm the poor guy, up he didn’t come back out for a long time.

  So, if the only downside of this whole arrangement was that I go to bed with a case of blue balls every night, then I think we’re doing quite well.

  Up until just this moment, everything was done in private. In fact, she had insisted upon it when we first struck this deal. So, why was Camille Patrick curling my toes with a kiss, so hot, I swear I was going to burn up in front of Keela, Michael and anyone else who happened to walk outside? Don’t know. Don’t care. If she’s okay with it, some am I.

  I wasted no time lifting her up off the ground, she had no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist. She squealed with laughter before I got her mouth on mine, once again. The kiss was endless. I knew I was taking a risk hoisting her up like that, but I figured if she could push the boundaries, so could I.

  “Jesus, get a bloody room you two,” Michael’s irritaiting voice broke through my lust filled haze. Fuck! I forgot Keela and Michael were standing, not more than, two feet from us.

  Camille must have realized it too because she pulled her head back and gave me an -Oh Shit!- look. I felt her legs drop from my waist as we turned to greet our audience. I was going to make some off-the-cuff comment, to sort of laugh off what they had just seen, when I looked over Keela’s shoulder and saw Jack and Kathryn waving from the back porch.

  Camille saw me freeze. I saw her eyes wide
n in horror as she peaked around Michael’s large frame and saw her parents smiling back at us.

  Not sure of what to do, I decided I had two choices, pretend nothing happened or own it. I didn’t want Camille to think for one second that I was ashamed of anything we’d done, so I went for option two.

  I grabbed Camille around her waist and pulled her to my side. When she tried to wiggle away, I dug my fingers into her waist just a bit, until she stilled.

  “So Jack, what’s on the grill for tonight? I’m so damn hungry I could eat Pip over there!” I shouted nodding toward Camille’s pet cow.

  Jack smiled and God bless the man, he waved his spatula in the air in answer. I finally felt Camille let go of the breath she’d been holding. Not wanting to give up on any progress she’d made, I laced my fingers with her and we walked hand in hand to the porch, effectively ignoring the chuckles, the wide-eyed glances and the very odd, ecstatic smile from Camille’s mother.

  Luckily, we survived dinner with little or no conversation. I wasn’t lying, I hadn’t eaten since earlier that morning and I didn’t hold back when the food was served. For their parts, both Michael and Keela said nothing and left as soon as the dishes were cleared. I jumped up and volunteered for dishes and despite Kathryn’s protests, Jack joined in and us men had the kitchen clean in no time.

  Jack didn’t say much and Kathryn couldn’t stop grinning at me, to say it was unsettling would be an understatement.

  I looked for Camille but the little hellion had ducked out and was probably upstairs planning ways for me to die. I was just about to go upstairs to my room, and sort out some of these weird feelings I was having when my phone buzzed. Figuring it was an update from my foreman on Synclair and Sara’s remodel, I pulled out my phone and slid open the screen.

  6:52 p.m. Camille: My room one hour- be there or be square!

  I took the stairs two at a time. When I reached my room, I fell backwards onto the bed. My mind whirled with possibilities, was she mad? Was this a trick? Was I walking into certain doom? Was she going to call off our agreement? Deciding there was only way to lay all of these questions to rest, I texted her back.