Glad some of you liked that first chapter! Thanks for reading =)
Chapter Two
Daryl looked up at the sound of a car starting. He was sitting on the porch because Merle had brought over another one of his women and Daryl wasn't about to sit in the house and listen to that nonsense. He watched as the woman next door pulled out of her driveway. As she drove past he saw her glance over and then she waved before speeding away.
He shook his head and looked back down at the bolt he had been fiddling with. It had been three days since he'd risked going to her house and asking if he could use her phone. He had seen her a few times since then but neither one of them seemed to be able to look at the other for any length of time. She probably thought that he assumed she was the type of woman that got it on with any man that looked at her sideways, but he didn't think that at all.
He wasn't like his brother. He was mostly quiet and he did a lot of watching. You could learn a lot from a person just by watching them interact with other people. Carol didn't strike him as easy. Not at all. She just seemed... lonely. He never saw any visitors at her house other than a couple of times. At first, when he would see her he assumed that she was stuck up. Like she thought that she was better than him and his brother, but he had been wrong. She was leery and she was a little skittish. Oh sure, she had given him hell the other day, but he'd seen an underlying sense of fear in her eyes, even as she called him out.
Before he had been about to leave he had thought that maybe she was tired of being lonely and was willing to make a move on him just because he'd been there at the right time. One second he was about to take off out the door and the next her body was pushing his against the counter. At the time he had been beyond shocked but had decided that he'd never get a chance like that again so he'd kissed her.
But she'd simply slipped in a goddamn puddle of ice cream and had stumbled into him on accident. He was lucky she hadn't slapped the hell out of him for kissing her like that. But then again, accident or not, he'd seen that need in her eyes. As creepy as it sounded, even in his own head, she'd wanted it. And at that moment, he had assumed that she had been giving him the go ahead to give it to her.
"We're all outta beer, little brother!" Merle called from somewhere in the house.
Daryl glanced over his shoulder and grumbled to himself. "Course we are, you ugly bastard. All you do is sit around and drink it all up," he called back.
Merle leaned out of the creaking screen door and eyed him. He was shirtless, covered in sweat, and grinning like a mad man. Daryl couldn't even fault him at the moment. He had likely looked the same damn way walking back from Carol's the other day. The woman was a fucking live wire. He hadn't known it was possible to make a woman get off that hard. If he was anything like his brother he would have spent the last three days bragging like a mother fucker and going into explicit detail about what it felt like to be inside of a woman cumming like that.
He shook the thought quickly because if he thought about it too hard then he'd be walking around with a goddamn hard on for the next three hours.
"Well, will you go on a beer run? I'm thinkin' of havin' the guys over for some poker tonight and it's my turn to buy."
He glared. "Meanin' it's my turn to buy since your lazy ass ain't got a job?"
Merle nodded with another quick grin, unperturbed.
Daryl sighed but got up, heading towards the truck. He might as well go ahead and make a beer run. He sure as hell wasn't doing anything else. He had thought about going next door, try for some small talk, but he hadn't been able to talk himself into it. He was afraid she would think that he was just over there to see if he'd get lucky again.
Not that it hadn't crossed his mind. But truthfully, he wanted to know her. The way they had clicked physically, maybe they would click in other ways too. He hadn't ever put much thought into anything like that before. He had always just assumed he was a breed all to his own but there had surely been something there. More than just some primal need to fuck her brains out.
The clouds were hanging low in the sky and the first drops of rain splattered the windshield just as he reached the middle of town. Another few blocks and he would be at the liquor store but when he looked over and spotted her car at the bar he found himself pulling in, much closer to the doors. He knew that this was just the tip of the storm to come and he didn't want to have to swim to get to the truck. He hesitated outside the doors, almost changing his mind about going inside. Would she think he was some sort of stalker? Was it a bad thing that he wanted to see her again?
He knew that it was a bad thing that one of the reasons he wanted to see her again was because he wanted another round with her. Again, he reminded himself that he wasn't like his brother but he also wasn't a fucking monk either, and he'd be a liar if he tried to say that the tryst in her kitchen hadn't been at the forefront of his mind since he'd left her house.
He pushed through the doors, his eyes not taking long to adjust to the gloom since dusk was coming early because of the storm. Just like he thought the bar was nearly empty. There were some older men at the bar, talking amongst themselves. There was one couple at one of the tables and two men playing darts at the other side of the room. In the far corner, mostly in shadows, Carol sat. She was peeling the label off a beer bottle. She hadn't noticed him so he had a chance to slip back out if he wanted and he was starting to think that maybe that was the best plan. If she'd wanted to talk to him, or hang out after the day in her kitchen then surely she would have approached him by now. So he was risking making a total ass of himself if he approached her here. Especially since he'd only stopped to talk to her in the first place.
He was about to back out but suddenly her head came up and her eyes widened when she saw him. He cursed under his breath, decided that it would be even worse to leave without saying anything, so he started towards the table, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to say to her before he got there.
"Hi," she said, her face flushing so bright that even the shadowy corner couldn't hide it.
He pulled out the chair across from her and nodded in greeting. "Didn't peg you for the type to go to bars."
She raised a brow at that. "I thought we've already established that your opinions of me were a bit off."
He laughed at that, shaking his head. He was glad that she hadn't accused him of following her because, even though he hadn't, it sure as hell seemed that way.
She went back to the beer label, averting her eyes. "You're right this time, though. I don't know why I came here. I guess I just needed out of the house for a while and this place looked as good as any."
The waitress came and went, bringing him a beer of his own and the two of them didn't say anything for a few long awkward moments. He was starting to think that this had been a huge mistake. She didn't have a damn thing to say to him and he couldn't think of anything to say to her and if he'd been a spectator he would have deemed this painful to watch.
"So, you come here much?" she finally asked.
He shook his head. "Usually stick to the house when I ain't workin'. Make sure my brother don't burn the place down in a drunken stupor."
She smiled at that but it didn't reach her eyes and she looked away quickly, causing him to frown.
"You sure you're alright?" he asked, as surprised at himself for asking as he was at her for actually answering.
She shook her head, a troubled look coming over her face then. "Not really."
He chewed his lip, unsure if he should ask her about her troubles. He barely knew her at all.
"Ex husband crap," she said, waving a hand in dismissal and finally taking a few long drinks from the nearly full bottle of beer. "Trust me, it isn't anything I'm not used to. I thought it would be appropriate to drink my troubles away but... I'm not much of a drinker."
Daryl looked around the bar. He was used to the place since he'd been here with Merle a lot over the last year and a half, but he tried to see it through the eyes of a newcomer and realized that it was kind of a sad little joint. Without thinking he looked at her. "You wanna get outta here?"
"And go where?" she asked, rolling the bottle between her hands.
He shrugged. "You can take me to your ex husbands house and watch me kick his ass if you want."
She tried to hide the smile but it didn't work and this time it did reach her eyes. "You know, you aren't a bad guy at all, Daryl Dixon."
He stood up and threw a few dollars on the table. "I thought you already figured that out."
They headed for the door and she laughed quietly. "No, I figured out that you weren't a bad lay. That has little to do with your character."
He stumbled to a halt under the awning and stared at her with wide eyes. Even she seemed appalled that she had said that out loud. She looked almost ready to bolt for her car, her face red and her eyes wide. He could salvage the moment if he tried, but he wasn't all that good at talking. Besides, the rain was really coming down now, the wind whipping it around them and soaking both of them before they had even stepped out from under the protective cover.
"Okay, where to?"
He nodded towards his truck and then she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards it, determined not to let her slip of the tongue deter her from leaving with him. The only problem with this was, the rain was coming down in sheets, like someone up there was emptying buckets onto their heads, and her button down shirt was white and he found himself unable to take his eyes off her breasts, that were exposed through a sheer bra that could have been white. May as well have been white because now it was virtually invisible other than the straps.
They made it to the passenger side first and she paused there, turning towards him instead of getting in the cab. She reached up, pushing his hair out of his face, blinking rain out of her eyes. She took a step closer, their bodies pressed together now. She was cupping his face now and his heart started jack hammering against his ribs. He wasn't going to make the first move this time. If she wanted him then she'd let him know.
She leaned forward but didn't kiss him. Instead she pressed her lips to the throbbing artery in his neck. He swallowed, tried hard to maintain his self control, but failed. His arms went around her and he pulled her closer, taking a step and pressing her into the truck. Her lips moved to a spot below his ear and he tilted his head slightly to give her better access. When her teeth sank into the skin there his hands moved to her ass, his hips pressing into her harder. The sting from her teeth had his thoughts racing and his groin aching, the need to have her again stronger than anything he'd ever felt before. Lust drove away any logical thought he could have mustered at the moment.
"We really should stop," she whispered, her hands sliding into the front of his shirt and pushing it up. He let go of her long enough to rip it over his head and toss it to the ground before his hands were back on her and he finally claimed her mouth.
The last thing he wanted to do was give her time to contemplate her words. He didn't want to stop. The rain wasn't as cold as it could have been since the week had been oppressively hot but he wasn't so lost that he didn't realize that they were in plain view of anyone that happened down main street. He fumbled behind her for the handle as his tongue explored her mouth. Once the door opened she backed into the cab and he was thankful for the bench seat. He climbed in after her and then she was in his lap, hands mapping out his chest. The rain was still coming down hard on the roof, distorting the world beyond the windows and he vaguely hoped that it distorted the view of the inside of the truck just as thoroughly.
There was an erotic quality to her wet shirt since he could see right through it but it wasn't enough. Before he could get to work on the buttons, however, she slid off his lap and sat down next to him. For one disappointing moment he thought she had finally come to her senses but then she raised her hips up and started working her jeans down her legs.
She was fast because he had barely gotten his belt undone before she was scrambling back onto his lap, straddling his hips. For three days he had thought of little else, the woman consuming almost every free thought he had, and once his hands met the bare skin of her hips the anticipation had his head reeling, the need to get back inside of her became all consuming.
She was clawing at the button of his jeans and his fingers were clumsily working her shirt open, his mouth tasting every new inch of exposed skin. The air in the truck was growing warmer and the windows were fogging up since they were both nearly panting.
"This is all I've been able to think about since you left," she whispered, finally freeing him from his jeans, her hands wrapping around him tightly.
His breath stuttered out then. He had finally gotten the last button undone and he pushed the wet garment away from her shoulders. He was right. The bra was pale pink, sheer. Her breasts weren't overly large but they were firm, shapely, straining against the thin material and begging to be tasted. Her pale skin was dusted with freckles and he wanted to take his time with every single one but she was eager, raising up on her knees.
Right before she sank down onto him he jerked the hooks of her bra loose, exposing more skin and giving him the access he really needed to sink his teeth into her nipple. She cried out, dropping her weight over him and causing him to hiss out a breath. The fit was snug and he was almost afraid that he was going to blow this way too soon. He gripped her ass hard, anchoring her to him and keeping her from moving for a few long moments. He licked away the sting from the bite he'd given her and she moaned, fingers threading through his hair.
He moved to her hips once he had himself under control and guided her into a slow rhythm. His hands were free to roam wherever they wanted as she moved over him fluidly, her muscles gripping and the friction almost agonizing in the sweetest way. If this proved to be as good for her as it was the other day then he'd never be able to last through it. The only thing that had kept him going then was the complete shock of the experience itself. He wasn't some sort of seasoned Casanova.
Her nails bit into the side of his neck and she made a desperate sound as he gripped her hips, trying to slow her down but she wasn't to be deterred. He gave up, running his hands up her spine, causing her to shiver against him. The pleasure was mounting and he could tell by the new intensity of the heat that enveloped him that she was barely hanging on. Her lips met his fiercely then and a hard shudder ran through her. She cried out against his lips before she had to pull away to catch her breath.
His teeth sank into his lip as his eyes met hers, her pleasure causing the blue to melt away as her pupils grew wider. Fleetingly he thought about his own pleasure, the pressure building to that same incredible height that it had reached in her kitchen. And then something else penetrated his thoughts. Like one of the reasons this was so much better than anything else he'd ever had. He had never, not even in his wilder days when he would get so drunk he could barely function, had he ever been stupid enough to fuck a woman without protection.
The thought startled him but he was so close. He was right there, and she was still riding out her own orgasm but now he was actually scared. He grabbed her hips, trying to stop her movements, trying to move her before...
"Carol... you gotta stop," he breathed but even he had barely heard the words before he joined her, the pleasure so sharp that for a moment his mind couldn't process anything else. For a few long moments nothing mattered other than the mind numbing intensity of his own orgasm. Aware of little more than her meager weight and the sounds of two people desperately trying to catch their breath. He couldn't keep his hands still as his brain started functioning once more and his body started to come down from wherever the hell it had gone. Her skin was like silk under his touch.
Finally she raised her head but she didn't pull away. Her mouth made a slow journey from his throat to his jaw and finally to his lips. He kissed her eagerly, which came as a surprise because he wasn't a huge fan of kissing but she was extremely good at it, or they were just good at it together.
She finally ended the kiss and leaned back slightly, grabbing her shirt quickly.
He knew he should ask her but he wasn't sure how so he just opened his mouth and hoped he didn't say anything offensive. "You ain't tryin' to get knocked up or anything, are you?"
She looked up from her buttons, her eyes wide. "What?"
He shifted but discovered that moving like that was about to cause him to initiate round two extremely fast since he hadn't moved out of her yet. "You ain't mentioned condoms or anything."
"Oh!" She moved suddenly, allowing him to right his pants as she reached for hers. She sat down and started working her jeans back on. "Yes, actually. I mean, you're a great looking guy so I figured, I'm not getting any younger. I think I'll let the hot neighbor screw me until I'm knocked up. The baby would be extremely good looking."
"Are you fuckin' serious!" He barked, his heart sinking to his stomach.
She met his eyes and then she smiled. "No, I'm not serious. My God, what kind of women are you spending time with to think me capable something as stupid as that?"
He shook his head. "Don't do that shit. Give me a fuckin' heart attack."
"I can't have kids," she said. "I had a complicated pregnancy with my daughter and my chances of getting pregnant are about the same as they would be if we used something."
He nodded and then glanced up at the windshield. The rain had stopped and he hadn't even noticed but the windows were so fogged up that he couldn't see anything. He was starting to feel anxious now. This was a really stupid idea. Why the hell would he think it was okay to fuck someone in his truck, right on main street? Rain or not, it wasn't like she'd been very quiet and he was sure that the truck had been rocking. Jesus Christ, this woman was bad news.
"Where the hell did my shirt go?" he grumbled, looking around.
She laughed. "You threw it into the street."
"What?" he cursed, remembering that she was right. "Goddamn it."
"I'm sorry," she said, not sounding very sorry at all.
He raised a brow at her, his eyes roaming over the shirt she had put back on. He had shredded her bra and the shirt was still damp. "You will be."
She looked down and her face flamed. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Crap. Did you have to tear the bra up?"
"Did you have to start stripping me out there on the street?"
"Touche," she muttered.
He took a deep breath and opened the door, sliding out, keeping his eyes on the ground until he turned back to the truck. Grabbing hold of his hand she slid out in front of him and offered him a shy smile. Shy. Like she hadn't just taken him for a half hour ride in his own truck.
"Well," she said, meeting his eyes. "I suppose this is goodbye again."
He nodded. "I'm sure I'll see you around."
She grinned at that and then her hand snaked around to the back of his neck and she pulled him down. The kiss was slow, deep and held the slightest note of hunger, like she wouldn't turn down an offer for him to go back to her place with her. He grabbed her ass and hauled her closer, causing her to grin against his lips. When she finally pulled away she was smiling. "Bye, Daryl."
He nodded and stepped away so she could pass him. His eyes zeroed in on the swing of her ass as she made her way back to her own car and then he heard the sound of someone clearing their voice. He looked up sharply and there, standing in front of the doors to the bar, was Merle. He was gaping at him, holding up a sodden black tee shirt.
"You're fuckin' the neighbor! Right out in broad daylight!"
"Oh fuck," Daryl groaned.