“What the fuck?” I ask her in disbelief.
When I look over at her, she’s holding her stomach and her body is hunched over the seat and I see her body shaking.
She takes a deep breath and shows me how red her face is, and I can’t believe that she’s laughing at me. There is no sound coming out of her mouth. It’s the kind of hard, silent laughter because she’s laughing that hard.
My brothers coming running to the table to see what the fuck is going on.
“What happened?” Crash asks.
I shake my head.
Before I can open my mouth though, Camilla lets out a big snort and takes another loud breath.
“Did she just?” Stitch says looking at Camilla with shock.
Ink nods his head. “I believe she just did.”
“I can’t believe you would ask me something like that,” I say bringing my gaze back to the woman I’m now sure has lost her mind.
“What did she ask you?” Crash asks me.
Camilla starts to calm down and looks at him. “I asked him if he would rather get a lap dance from Stitch, or slow dance with Ink.”
My brothers look at her for a full minute before bursting out in laughter.
My brothers finish laughing and Stitch looks at me with a smirk over his face. “Well, which is it brother?”
I can’t help but shake my head. “Neither,” I say with a chuckle.
“No, no, no you have to choose one,” Crash says with amusement in his eyes.
“I would choose neither,” I tell them.
“Well, it was a ‘would you rather’ and the rules to that are that you have to pick one,” Camilla says looking at me seriously.
“Fuck,” I groan rubbing a hand over my face. There is no way that they are going to let this go.
They all look at me with anticipation in their eyes.
“This isn’t fair. Why don’t you guys have to answer the question?” I ask.
“Well I can’t lap dance myself,” Stitch says automatically causing Camilla to spit out her drink the way that I just did.
“Well how about this. I will ask each of you a question and you all have to answer at the same time?” she asks.
I can see everyone reluctantly agree.
Before I know it, they are all sitting down with us and their food is being dropped off at our table.
I don’t like that Crash is sitting next to Camilla in the booth, and she’s pretty much squished to the wall, but she has made no complaints about it.
Stitch sat beside me with a wink which was completely weird, but I couldn’t help but laugh at my brother.
Ink pulled up a chair to the end of the table and I have to say that I miss this feeling. Just hanging out with my brothers even though I want to rip Crash’s arm off because it is brushing against Camilla’s.
The lunch hour is spent laughing, and I love seeing the smile on Camilla’s face. She fucking lights up a room and the random “would you rather” questions do keep it entertaining.
I don’t remember laughing so much before.
Camilla and I are done eating before everyone else, but she ends up ordering a cheesecake while we talk with my brothers.
She’s fitting in nicely with my club and I am oddly pleased by that fact.
Camilla
The last four weeks have been great other than the fact that I have been pretty much held up in the club. I still have to go out with my brother when I needed something because they aren’t going to chance that I get left unprotected.
I completely get that. The thought of Reaper still out there sends chills down my spine. I have to know how he got away though. I have no doubt that he did it when we helped Katy escape. I just hope that he’s caught soon.
I’ve gotten close to the brothers and the Old Ladies in the club.
Crash has spent almost every day at my side. I can’t say that I hate his company, but it can get a little overwhelming at times.
Mostly the reason is because I think he likes me in a way that I’m not ready for. The only person who has made me think of having more is Tyson, but I’m not sure that he would ever be ready or feel the same way.
Sure, he is moving on and not in such a dark place since he got back, but it will still take him awhile to recover from his broken heart.
So far, the only person who has caught me checking Tyson out is Krista, but she just smirks at me and doesn’t bother saying anything.
Is it wrong to want a guy who is obviously unavailable? Because if I ever got to be with him, it wouldn’t be something casual. The way he makes me feel just by being around him lets me know that I could never be causal with him.
Yesterday when we had supper, I enjoyed every moment of it. I wanted to find a way to make him laugh and I’m glad I did; even if his brothers pretty much crashed our meal.
Today, I am sitting out back enjoying the sun as a few brothers are scattered around talking. The weather is too nice today to be spending it inside. At least that’s my reasoning for being outside. I have no doubt that at least one of them is outside because I am. They wouldn’t possibly let me be out here on my own.
“Well what’s on the agenda today, Cami?” my brother asks as he comes outside with a coffee.
It has been good to see my family adjusting to being here. I like that my family fits in with this club. They have become
