Justice Deferred
By: Alex. P
For Disclaimers see Chapter 1
Chapter 23
Agreeing to Cutter's plan the three men split and headed off to carry
out their part of the plan. For his part Cobra ran over to the bar and
"called" TAG and Creeper over, then all three went into their own
huddle. Cutter watched his tall albino "brother" as he brought their
two friends into the conspiracy and as soon as they split up to perform their
part of the plan he and Mountain went to mingle with the obviously, very happy
party goers until the right time to begin
carrying out Cutter's plan that Mountain had code named: Operation
Honeymooners. Cutter laughed and had told his gigantic friend that he spent way
too much time working with the covert ops teams when he was a Marine.
He looked over again at the two very involved women and found himself hoping
that his three fellow conspirators hurried and finished their part before Cam
was driven completely crazy by the little blonde. The big biker was ready to
swear that the little blonde even now looked like she was about to begin trying
to crawl into Cam's skin, that was the only way they could get any closer
together, and he had to admit that his daughter didn't look to be putting up
much of a fight.
He knew it was almost time when TAG had come hurrying in and grabbed Kat and
after whispering into the little ex-stripper's ear, the fiery little redhead
gave an enthusiastic nod, and they both scurried out of the room. After about a
half hour the four conspirators returned quietly and signaled their two
co-conspirators that their part was ready. Seeing the high sign from their
friends it was time for the two big men to begin the most dangerous part of the
plan. A lot of people thought that Cutter and Mountain were really brothers
because they acted so much alike and actually looked close enough to be
related, but they weren't, the truly ironically funny part of people thinking
that was that while the two men didn't share their last name, they did have the
same "real" first name. They often
wondered if it was something about the name that made them the way they were,
like a curse or a spell, but when they realized that they shared the same name
with the redneck county sheriff back home, they decided against that theory.
But as always when ever they were together it was like they had some psychic
bond and always seemed to know what each other was thinking. So as always,
without any prompting they both moved over to the head table and stood on
either side of the two very preoccupied women.
They tried clearing their throats to get the younger women's attention, when
that didn't work they moved on to several other highly obnoxious noises,
Mountain was an expert at making rude and obnoxious noises. He had even
embarrassed Cutter once or twice, over the years they had ridden together. The
two big shaggy bikers even tried calling out the two women's names that too was
a failure. The two men looked over at each other and after a few moments
contemplation Mountain looked over at his life long friend with a mischievous
twinkle in his light grey eyes and an evil smirk on his lips, Cutter instantly
recognised it as the look his friend always got just before he got them both in
deep trouble. He didn't say a word, but as usual Cutter knew what his Bro was
thinking, and began shaking his head and chuckling, and seriously wondering
about the larger man's sanity.
"Aw man, Mountain, no." Cutter called out to his seemingly suicidal
friend. "You big idiot she'll kill you, if you don't tear your back out
first. Good Goddess, Bro. She'll kill us both."
The big bear of a man didn't say a word to his friend, but the two knew each
other so well the man's looks were enough to hold up his end of the argument,
and as it was with the people he cared about, he knew he was going to lose this
argument before it even started.
"Come on man stop..." Cutter began as his old riding pardner began to
bend down to get into position to carry out his plan. "I don't know why I
hang around with you, you big troublema...Aw Hades balls, at least wait for me
to get in there so I can help. I always said you'd be the death of me you big
asshole."
Mountain just laughed quietly at his friends good-natured protests while he got
into position. Mountain never doubted that Cutter would go along with his idea,
it was always like that between them, one would get bored and come up with some
outrageous idea guaranteed to get them in trouble, and the other one would
bitch, gripe and moan about how stupid it was, while he followed his friend
into the gates of Tartarus if he needed to.
As always Cutter rushed over to help his friend as they lined themselves up on
either side of the office chair that was currently holding the two women.
Mountain looked over at his perennial partner in crime and with a wink and a
nod they both lifted the chair, with the two women in it, high in the air, and
laughing they began carrying the chair, women and all, toward the door on the other
side of the bar.
"Ah Cam...?" Cheryl muttered into Cam's mouth.
"Ah huh..." the tall woman answered, as she kissed a patch of exposed
skin, she hadn't noticed until that moment, "what is it baby?"
The woman was way too distracted by the presence and actions of the beautiful
blonde in her lap.
"Why are we floating across the room?" Cheryl asked giggling, as she
became aware of what was happening. "Honey, I think your Uncle and Dad are
trying to tell us something."
"Put us down you big over grown apes." The black haired woman growled
into Cheryl's neck, perturbed at their intrusion on her concentrating on the
blonde's very delectable ear.
Then her head snapped up as she realized exactly what was happening.
"By the Gods, Mountain I know this was your idea, you big pervert."
Cam yelled trying to be angry at the two playful men, but failing miserably.
"I'm serious, you two idiots put us down before you hurt yourselves."
They were almost three-quarters of the way to the door, when they reached the
point where they were laughing too hard to continue safely.
"Ah...Mountain...down...now...I'm losing it!" Cutter barked over his
own laughter.
They sat the chair down gently, and once they were sure the two women were
safe, both men fell on their backsides laughing so hard they couldn't get up.
The two women stopped making out and looked down in disbelief at the two grey
haired shaggy bikers rolling on the bar room floor laughing.
"Cheryl sweetheart, I'm sorry you had to see this." Cam said shaking
her head slowly, and trying very hard to look serious, "but it appears
that my Daddy and Uncle Mountain have finally lost their pitiful little minds
completely."
Cheryl was giggling at the antics of her lovers' unusual family, she was amazed
at how much they loved Cam. It could be clearly seen by the way they acted.
After several minutes the two men had calmed down enough to get up off the
floor, Cam held out a hand to Cutter who gratefully used it to get up to his
feet, he was muttering something about getting too old to be rolling on the
floor with big idiots, without female companionship.
Mountain remained seated on the floor smiling up at his niece, and her lover.
"Well you big jerk," Cam growled looking down at the man still seated
on the floor, and looking for all the world like an ornery little boy playing
tricks on his parents "are you going to sit on that floor with that silly
look on your face, or are you going to get up, ya' old goat?"
Cam knew full well just how disarming the big man could be when he wanted to
be, and right now he wanted to be. Cam could tell that these two men had just
totally charmed her lover, but even knowing her Uncle was in one of his playful
moods, she still wasn't prepared for his next antic.
"You still mad at me WC?" he asked crossing his hugely muscled arms
over his chest, and sticking his bottom lip out looking and sounding like a
pouting petulant child. "Cause I ain't getting up if you're mad at
me."
Cam looked at him in wonder, then the thought struck her that the only thing
missing was his thumb in his mouth. Then that thought made her eyes sparkle
with laughter, and Mountain knew he had her, and gave her a huge brilliant
smile, his grey eyes reflecting his love for the young woman he'd helped raise.
That look was all Cam could take and she burst out laughing at her big
sometimes goofy uncle, giving him exactly what he was shooting for.
Cheryl could see that it was well past time to get off her lover's oh so
comfortable lap, and she carefully untangled herself from Cam and got to her
feet and hurriedly began straightening her clothes, quickly buttoning some
strategically placed buttons that she hadn't realized her anxious lover had
opened as they'd given each other a prolonged hello. Cam soon followed suit,
also having to take time to rebutton more than a few buttons herself.
Judging by the look that they gave each other, both women felt the ache deep in
their hearts, at the loss of each other's touch.
"Come to the bar WC." Cutter said quietly, "Bring your lady, we
need to talk."
He turned to the crowd of partiers, and raised a hand that instantly got their
attention.
"Alright people," the gruff usually quiet man shouted, "My
family would really like to thank y'all for coming with us to welcome our little
girl home at last. I know both my daughter as well as the rest of the family,
appreciate this showing of y'all's feelings for our family. We'd like y'all to
know we feel the same for every one of you. We'll be going out for a little
bit, but we'll be back soon, but don't let that stop the party. Y'all keep it
up, we're safe here so relax and have fun."
With that he turned back and put a heavily muscled arm around Cam's shoulders
and shepherded her to the far end of the bar. As they got to the bar TAG and
Kat came bouncing through the door, both of them were smiling and laughing, as
they joined Creeper, Cobra, and the rest of the family at the end of the bar.
TAG had long ago earned her membership into the family, and Creeper was a club
Bro of Cutter and Mountain's from back in what all three men called, the bad
old days, they were some of the very few from back then that were even still
alive. So, with a brotherhood forged through some hard times, the four men had
remained close, and having covered each other's back so many times that mutual
deep trust and respect had developed between them, making the wiry little man a
part of the family in his own right.
The wiry, and as Cheryl's words so aptly put it, kind of scary, little biker,
had the bottle of Bushmills and enough shot glasses full of the potent blend of
Irish whiskeys for each of them. Cam took a little extra time to introduce her
lover to TAG, Creeper, and of course Kat, who everyone noticed, examined the
small blonde with Cam very closely. The tall woman turned aside her lover's
questions, with the promise of explaining their membership in the family.
Then like they always did when they were all together, they drank a toast to
the reuniting of their family, and then Cutter as head of the family gave a
toast welcoming Cheryl to their family and showed the little blonde his own
sense of humor, giving her one last chance to run screaming into the night. Her
adamant "NO" brought laughter from everyone except Cutter. Cheryl got
an approving nod from Cam's loving and protective father, for the seriousness
of Cheryl's refusal to leave the woman she loved, regardless of how strange and
kind of scary the rest of her family was. The two made eye contact and in that
moment the golden haired attorney had found she had just acquired a friend and
extremely powerful ally, joined by their sharing their love and protective
instincts for the single most important thing in their lives, Camilla.
With a knowing look and the almost imperceptible nod that passed between them,
the unlikely pair made a silent agreement that their common goal was to see to
it that the tall black haired blue eyed woman never had another reason to
return to the dark and lonely woman she had been before she met her green eyed
lover. In that instant Cheryl also knew that she had made one of the best and
most loyal friends she would ever have. She was also very aware that if she
broke their silent agreement, her friend would instantly become the worst most
ruthless enemy she could have, one that would most likely kill her without a
second thought or a sleepless night, but Cheryl knew that would never be a
problem for them.
The three men were impressed with the little lawyer's determination and
devotion to their "little girl" and the way she had been glued to the
tall blue eyed woman since finding her, they were fairly convinced of her
genuine love for Cam, and had agreed whole-heartedly that Cheryl Killian was
more than worthy of joining their wide spread and eclectic little family. An honor
she accepted gratefully after giving it the serious consideration it truly
deserved. This gave the elated orphan
even more reason for loving her dark stoic biker, after all these years someone
had finally given Cheryl the thing she'd been searching for since she had
awakened in that hospital, after her parents death, a loving and accepting
family.
In order to have a serious family moment the three men took the two young women
out of the bar and now they were all standing in the parking lot next to the motorcycles.
Cam took a few minutes to formally introduce Cheryl to Cutter and her two
Uncles that were her immediate family.
She was very proud of her lover and Cam wanted to be sure that her family knew,
that normally, she and the incredibly attached blonde practiced more restraint
in public but between Cam's joy that Cheryl had cared for her so much she was
willing to hunt for and find her, added to Cheryl's elation that she'd found
and was accepted by her lover, combined with three years of forced celibacy
they had temporarily lost control of themselves.
"Really sir," Cheryl quickly explained "as an attorney I have to
have more decorum in order to get a jury to believe me. I wouldn't normally
think of acting so inappropriately with Camilla, I love her way too much to put
her in such an embarrassing situation. But I thought I'd lost her and was about
to go back to begin searching in another direction, I saw all the cars and
motorcycles and stopped hoping I'd been lucky enough to find her. Then when I walk
in I thought I was in
the wrong place, then there she was, and well she was even more beautiful than
I remembered. Then to find that she wanted me like I wanted her, well it was
just too much and my heart kind of took over my body, and acted before my addled
brain could think of a more acceptable manner of greeting for the woman I love.
I would never want to be an embarrassment, to Camilla or her family, I swear
it."
The three men stood quietly enjoying the golden haired woman as she babbled her
excuse, she had also surprised them and was moved up a notch when she also gave
her explanation in sign language. Cam's heart swelled with pride and devotion
as her lover showed so much respect for her family, not many people did, until
it was too late. She could see that Cutter was totally charmed by the little
woman and was touched by the way she brought out the southern
gentleman in him. Before the pretty blonde could go off on another tangent of
apologies, Cutter spoke up.
"Alright my dear young lady, I think it's my turn now." Cutter said
laughing softly at the young woman's nervous babble. "Let's get a few
things straight here, ok? First of all I believe if y'all take a real close
look at who raised this little girl, you know, who showed up for open houses
and PTA meetings, and all her school activities and cheered the loudest
whenever she did anything. Hell Mountain over there once cheered for her
warming up in the on deck circle."
All three men held up their hands, wanting to reassure their girl's new friend.
She looked around at the three men and pictured them at a PTA meeting or
shouting their approval of their little girl and smiled, thinking their
devotion to her lover was the sweetest thing she'd ever seen.
"Yeah you get the idea," The biker said "After that, just how do
you plan on being an embarrassment to WC? Second, there are no Sirs here, this
is Mountain." he said pointing at the big man on his right, "this is
Cobra," pointing to the tall skinny man with strangely white skin and all
white eyes, dressed entirely in black
leather, "and I'm Cutter. You may not have made the connection yet but you
do know who we are, and I'm sure our little WC will fill you in on all this
later. I'm sure you and WC want to get somewhere private, so y'all can get to
know each other again, so I'll make it short."
"Cheryl, since you're part of our family now I'm sure you want to go by
our rules." he stated and after she nodded he went on, "One of our
strictest rules, is that you turn in you keys at a party like this, and they'll
be given back when you're ready to leave, as long as you're sober. It's a fair
trade, especially this time, cause we give you a key to a room at the motel
over there. A lot of times you just get chair or floor space to sleep it off."
Cheryl fished her keys out of her pocket and handed them to Cutter, who with a
big smile gave her the room key TAG had handed him earlier.
"Ok that's it, so why don't y'all go on and get to know each other all
over again." Cutter said grinning happily at his daughter. "Privately
this time so you can do it properly. Y'all don't worry about checkouts, it's
all taken care of till you're ready to leave. Now get out of here."
Smiling at her Daddy's kind words, Cam went to him and gave him a hug and a
quick kiss, then laughing at his grumbling about 'kids with no respect', she
grabbed Cheryl's hand and led her off toward the clean little motel that TAG
and Creeper owned, giggling like a couple of school girls.
They could hear the three men laughing as they headed back to the party. As
they headed toward their room Cam explained to her lover about how their group
had lost several friends because of drinking and driving. So the entire
extended family got together, and decided that when anyone gave a party they had
to collect the keys and provide someplace appropriate for everyone to sleep off
the party, or provide a designated driver to shuttle everyone home, then back
the next day to retrieve their vehicles. She also assured Cheryl that there was
always someone watching over their vehicles and they made sure their rides were
unmolested while the group partied. Usually, like now, it was a couple of
prospects from one of the clubs her family was friendly with.
Cheryl asked about several of the people she'd met at the party and Cam told
her a few stories about some of the people her lover had met and was having a
hard time convincing the blonde attorney that she wasn't kidding, or making it
up. Just as they reached the right door to the room the naturally curious young
woman asked the question Cam knew was coming, but that she was dreading the
answer.
"Ah...Camilla, I have a couple of questions to ask," the green eyed
blonde stated " and the one I'm just dying to know is why does your family
keep calling you WC, and what does it mean?"
Cam gave her newly reunited lover a mysterious smile, and a mischievous wink.
"WC stands for Wild Child, which is what I acted like when they brought me
home for the first time." Cam answered "I was totally distrusting of
everyone after being on the streets, and I was sure that anyone that said they
loved me didn't really, and were only using that for an excuse because they
were going to hurt me. Not to mention that I just knew nobody could possibly
love me, I was queer, a pervert and an abomination in the eyes of God. I knew
it was true
because my real parents told me so while my father was beating me to a bloody
pulp."
Cheryl looked at Cam, her emerald eyes filled with tears of sadness for the
battered and abused child that her lover had been, and that was still there
just below the surface. There was a flash of anger for everyone that had used
and exploited that child, and took advantage of her loneliness and withholding
the love and
understanding the child deserved.
"As for why my family calls me that now." Cam said and shrugged
"I guess it's one of those nicknames that stuck but only those in my
family are allowed to call me that in public. Everyone else calls me Cam, or
every once in a while some women have called me Camy, it's been that way since
I was in junior high, when I decided I hated my real name. So does that mean
you're going to start calling me WC like all the others?"
Cheryl looked up at her much taller lover, giving her a careful and thorough
examination, then she gave the nervous biker a dazzling thousand megawatt
smile.
"You know sweetheart, I don't like the sound of me saying either
one." Cheryl said as if coming to a major decision. "I mean Cam is
just too common a name for someone as extraordinary as you, and as for Wild
Child or WC, well that's really better for those that knew you back then, and
we won't even discuss Camy. No, if it's ok, I think I'll call you the same
thing I have all along, just like I don't think you'd ever feel right calling
me Cheri or Cher. If it's alright I'd
rather just keep calling you Camilla, besides it's such a beautifully melodic
and elegant name, it fits you so perfectly, my love. But if you want me to call
you by one of those other names then I will. As long as you love me I don't
care what we call each other."
Cam looked down into the face that had become the very center of her entire
universe and smiled at the polite and respectful way Cheryl always treated her.
No one outside her family had ever treated her like that. Not even her teachers
and later her professors even though she aced their classes with such apparent
ease. The only one who had ever looked at her with such a completely earnest,
trusting and loving face was her Daddy, at this moment Cam was aware that she
loved this woman totally and without reservation, and would never deny Cam
anything, that was within her reach to obtain.
She loves me as much as Daddy, and even beyond that Cam told herself
seeing the absolute truth of her statement. I never thought anyone
would love me as much as him. I guess this is why he told me all those old
family stories about soulmates, he knew some say I would find mine, and he
wanted me to know when I finally did.
"Baby I'll tell you what, I've always hated the name Camilla." Cam
said as she pulled the small body to her and marveled in the way it fit against
hers so perfectly. "But when you say it it sounds so refined and so right,
I love the way I feel when you look at me with that loving intensity in your
beautiful emerald eyes and call me Camilla, in that low sexy tone you get when
we lay together, it's like. well I suppose the closest I can come to it is that
it's like thousands of heavenly angels singing just for me. So please my love
call me Camilla as you wish, that way I will always be able to hear how much
you love me even in a crowd."
As she finished saying that the couple came to the door that matched the key
that TAG and Creeper had given Cutter for her. Cam knew something was up when
she saw two ribbons baring the initial C on them, attached to the door. Taped
to the ribbons was an envelope addressed to them both, Cam opened it and found
a note for them from Cobra, the gist of which was that he was so happy and
proud that Cam had finally found her true love, and that he hoped Cheryl and
Cam were always as happy together as he and Kat were.
With a tear in her eye caused by the unusually loving sentiment put into the
note, especially coming from her normally very undemonstrative Uncle, Cam swung
open the door. She was locking it when she heard Cheryl's gasp of surprise. The
tall biker turned expecting to see almost anything, but not what she was
seeing. The room was decorated with streamers and balloons and tons of flowers,
including a huge bouquet of 48 red and yellow roses, their scent filled the
room. Across from the bed on a table was a tray full of food including Cam's
favorite, shrimp cocktails, and assorted fresh fruit. On the bedside table was
another tray that was full of chocolate dipped strawberries, and next to that
were two magnums of Cam's favorite extra dry sparkling wine.
She was sure now that her Daddy had set this up; he was the only one that knew
about her liking that particular vintage, from that particular Napa Valley
winery. It was very expensive and she knew nobody would even think of a small
detail like that, only Cutter.
The entire room had been turned into a Honeymoon suite, and Cam had a slight
smile on her face, she could see Cobra's young wife Kat's hand very deeply
involved in this, as well as TAG, and was grateful because she was well aware
of Cheryl's voracious appetite. In fact Cam was grateful to her whole family
for making sure her lover, and hopefully lifetime partner, knew that she was
very welcome into their family and they had gone out of their way to make her
feel
comfortable wherever they could.
Cheryl was amazed that the rough macho men she had just met, had actually had a
hand in decorating a room to celebrate the joining of two women. She turned to
ask Cam a question but was struck speechless as she found herself looking into
twin light blue, burning, bottomless pools of pure raw desire.
As the already excited blonde's emerald eyes locked with molten blue she could
feel the fires of Cam's need shoot into her own body and go straight to her own
raging inferno that burned her lower half fuelled by her ever increasing lust
for her long denied lover.
The air between the two incredibly attracted women was so over heated it
threatened to self-combust. Cam took a step toward the sexy little golden
haired green-eyed object of her deepest most burning desires without her even
noticing, a low feral growl was coming from the tall sleek black haired woman
that drove her intended lover wild with a deep undeniable rush of white hot lust,
and made Cheryl go weak in the knees. With every last ounce of her resolve the
small blonde placed a hand on her advancing lover's chest and did something she
had promised herself she would.
"Just hold it right there Sparky!" the small trembling blonde
commanded softly.
