Chapter 3: How'd she get all bruised up?
The dining room was buzzing with activity, Beth was chatting with a woman around her own age. Everyone was getting ready to work in the field. There was a crop to come out and one to be planted for later in the season. This group of islander seemed to have a good system started. Rick watched Beth from across the room as one of the men talked to him about the solar power system they had going. They were having issues keeping the water pump running and Rick offered another set of eyes to look at the problem. Rick knew he had stay away from her. Even though he had showered this morning, he could still smell her all around him, or maybe it was just a memory that he couldn't shake. She caught him staring and she wasn't afraid to smile at him. Yup, that look went straight to his cock. Her smile made him twitch. He swallowed down the end of his coffee and followed Todd out of the house.
"How long you and your group been together?" The woman speaking to Beth was cleaning up the end of the breakfast set up.
Beth watched Rick walk out of the room, she loved the way he walked, always on a mission. She was still confused by some of the events that had occurred in the early morning hours. "Rick and Daryl since early on, then they met up with my family a few months ago." She didn't know why he responded so well to being called daddy, but she loved the way those daddy hands felt on her body. The scratching of his beard on her flesh, the way he took control of her body but especially the way he lost control of his own.
The ladies walked outside and joined the group at the garden. Someone handed her a basket and she followed her new friend into the rows. They were picking tomatoes and they smelled amazing. The woman started to sing to herself and Beth's mind floated back to this morning.
She had crawled back into his arms and they kissed, he explored her mouth with his tongue. "Do you like the taste of my cum Beth?" He was to the point. She nodded in excitement. Her eyes were big. "We can't do this…"
Beth cut him off. "I want you to taste me next time." She kissed to make sure he didn't speak again. He gave into her, he liked kissing her.
Rick licked at her collar bone, his mouth hot on her skin. "Let's just sleep now baby girl." He wrapped himself around her and pulled her naked flesh to his. He knew the sun would be up too soon and someone would come knocking on their door to wake them for work. She knew that this place was going to become too comfortable too fast. She wiggled her pelvis toward his and felt his chest hairs against her nipples. She wanted to start it all again, but she was content for now.
She spoke low and sweetly. "Rick, just because I called you daddy and you call me baby-girl…. I'm still a grown woman Rick." He listened as he twirled her hair around his fingers. "I am woman… with the needs a woman has." She wanted him to know that she didn't want this to be over. She needed to be fucked and she wanted him to be the one to do it.
"I know Beth, I know." She had unleased something inside of him that was not going to be caged again anytime soon. He had been content for months just jerking off when he could find the time. But this girl, even as skinny as she had gotten over the months still had hips he wanted to hold while she rode him hard. He wanted to taste her juices and make her cum over and over. Her orgasm last night had consumed her whole body and he wanted to make that happen again and again. He tried not to think about it anymore.
Daryl was still sleeping when Cassie and Abby came into the room. They had knocked but he was sleeping so deep he didn't respond. He hadn't gotten undressed after watch, he still had his brown boots laced up. Abby stayed by the door as Cassie went over to him and touched his shoulder.
He jumped at the touch. He awoke from a dead sleep ready to fight and Cassie jumped back faster than his hands could push her away. He realized where he was and muttered an apology. Abby had not really seen Daryl yet, other than in the infirmary bed, his reaction scared her.
Once the dust settled he figured out that the pain in his side was back. "Sorry to wake you, but I wanted to check your stiches before we left the island for a few hours."
"Where you going?" Daryl sat on the edge of his bed holding his side wishing he had a cigarette.
Abby stepped forward, "They are going on a med run, it's easier if Cassie goes with them, she knows what she what to look for." Abby eyed the man that had her girlfriend out all night, she hated the fact that this man had been taking up all of Cassie's time this week. He and his people were not a good mix for their happy island group and she couldn't wait for them to leave soon.
"I'll go with you. Let me just… get a cup of coffee if you got time." He stood up and winced at his side.
"You'll come down and let me look at those stiches, and then we'll figure out the rest." Abby put down some clean clothes she was holding.
He thanked her. "I'll be right down."
Abby followed Cassie down to the infirmary space and helped her set up the extra strong light and equipment for stiches. "I don't want you going to the main land." Abby hated when Cassie went, they were so protected here and it drove her insane that she wanted to venture out into the chaos all the time. "Let Daryl go."
"Abby, I am not going to let an injured person go besides I'm the only who has deciphered these stupid medical books. I know the stuff we need" She kissed Abby's cheek. "Besides, I want to go. I like getting off the island sometimes." She couldn't admit it to Abby but she loved the adrenaline rush of it all. Watching the guys take down walkers and the few close calls they had seen was exciting.
Daryl knocked at the door and Abby walked out. She knew there was no point in keeping up this fight, Cassie had her mind set. He sat down on the exam table and lifted his shirt for her. She sat in a rolling chair and adjusted the light. "Take off your shirt?" She didn't like the look of his side; it was more swollen than she thought it should be.
"No." He didn't give her an option. Whatever scars he was hiding he didn't want her to see them in this bright light and she didn't want to fight with another person today.
Being entirely professional she wiped down his stiches with peroxide and evaluated it all. "I want to pull out some of these and re-stitch it. Let me get an anesthetic." She started to roll away but he touched her hand.
"Don't need it, 's fine. Just be gentle." He smiled at her, she hadn't seen him smile before. He laid down on his side and pulled his shirt up enough for her to get to the stiches. She cut at them and cleaned more of the wound. "Not the frist time been shot, not sure why this one is bein' such a fuss." He tried not to wince as she started to resew his side up."
"I'm guessing you didn't have a hack doctor like me working on you." He smiled, nope, his last hack doctor was a veterinarian. She was happy that she had learned enough over the months to help people, but it wasn't enough to be a professional. A little puss started to ooze out of his wound and it trailed to his back, she grabbed a towel and instinctively pushed his shirt up and wiped him clean. He felt exposed and he looked away. She got the mess back under control and finished stitching him. She covered everything with a bandage and he sat up.
Once she had him rebandaged, Daryl felt better and was ready to get out of the house and away from being so close to Cassie. He was having a hard time being this close to her. "Let me grab my crossbow and I'll come with you." He started for the door. She thought about saying no, telling him to get some more rest, but she had a feeling he would be a help on this run. Lord knows she was only around for her brain; she couldn't shoot worth a damn.
After Daryl had told Beth where he was going, four of them jumped into the boat and headed to the main land. They had a few docking options in case one was walker infested. But the favored one was near the barn where they kept the supply truck. From the boat to the barn and then almost an hour drive to the spot they wanted to start scavenging at. The pickup truck had been fitted with seats in the back. Daryl and Cassie sat back there quietly together. Their first stop was a store that the guys cleared of a few walkers and Cassie went through and stripped the shelves bear. She even found a stash of first aid kits in the basement, with the help of Daryl sweeping ahead of her for danger. Then there was four houses where they scored some clothes, a few canned goods and three books on gardening and canning. The island library was shaping up.
Cassie went back into the last little Cape Cod style house; she wanted to take a sweep once more though the home office. Todd had rolled his eyes, she was notorious for one more look even though it often yielded nothing. The guys were all waiting at the truck when they heard Cassie screaming. Daryl was up the stairs first with his cross bow ready. He pushed past the front door and yelled for her. She screamed again and he followed her raging voice. She was pinned in the kitchen by a walker, her knife on the floor.
Todd and Mike were only steps behind Daryl but too late. Daryl had aimed, fired, dropped the walker and was over to Cassie before either of them had their guns drawn in the right direction. Daryl lifted the walker up off a Cassie's leg then pulled her up off the kitchen floor. They guys pushed past him and pulled her close. She had gone pale and looked down, that was as close of a call as she had ever experienced. Daryl picked up her knife and her back pack and waited at the door as Mike gushed over her making sure she was okay. Shaken and scared but not bitten, that was all that mattered.
Cassie sat in the front seat of the truck, Todd and Daryl sat silently back to dock where they unloaded into the boat, brought the truck back to the barn disconnecting the spark plugs and made it appear looted and abandoned. So far the trick had been working. Cassie sat next to Daryl on the boat ride home, she was splattered with walker guts and she just wanted to get cleaned up. They had all agreed not to tell Abby about the close call and Cassie couldn't wait to get into a shower.
Rick and Daryl sat together on the back porch after dinner watching the sun set. "Be nice if Savannah was this good." Rick couldn't get over how normal everything seemed to feel here. He wished he could bring his people to this group. That was if his people, his own kids, were still okay. Breaking up the group was the worst thing he had done.
Daryl had gotten in a nap after they came back to the island; he had offered to take night shifts while they stayed. "Yeah, this is a pretty sweet deal they got going on." They looked out over the garden and past to the barn. Beth came out and stood next to them for a while. They were too quiet for her, she wanted to talk to someone, or at least go to bed with someone. She ran her fingers through Daryl's hair, it was like poking a bear and sometimes you just had to do it. He was too tired too care that she was trying to antagonize him. She said goodnight and left the guys to their silence.
"How'd she get all bruised up?" Daryl sipped on a glass of unsweetened iced tea.
Rick's body tensed, not that anyone but Daryl would notice. "She's fine." He didn't know what else to say.
He turned and looked at Rick. Daryl knew firsthand the difference between bruises work caused and bruises people caused. Her tiny wrists had been restrained. "I know she's fine. Just asked how it happened." They were both silent for too long. "Her father's gonna shoot you." Daryl was far from stupid; he was observant and quiet and knew more about secrets than most people did. Rick got up and said goodnight. It was still early but he didn't want to face the questions. He didn't want to face Beth either but he needed to see her. She was freshly showered and she had looked so perfect as the sun set.
Beth sat Indian-style in the middle of Rick's bed, the lamp was on his side of the room and she was reading a book. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts that were too big for her and a white tank top without a bra. She looked like a little girl waiting for daddy to read to her. Rick walked in and started to get undressed. He just wanted to take a shower and wash away the day before he came back and tried to keep the Beth situation in check. He grabbed a towel and turned to the door.
"You want company?" Her voice was not that of a child at all, she sounded like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
Rick smiled at her, she was going to break him for sure. "I'm good. Back in a few." He went to the next door and into the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror and just shook his head. Daryl was right, Hershel would kill him for touching Beth, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He let the water run down over his shoulders, just thinking of her sitting on his bed was making him hard. He wanted to give himself some kind of release but there wasn't much hot water left and he wouldn't have enough time.
He came back into the room with fresh boxers and a t-shirt on, Beth had put the book down and was laying back on his pillow. Her hand was down the front of her baggy boxers and it was obvious that she was masturbating. Her eyes were half closed and she saw him shut the door. She loved his body, long lean muscle in his arms, broad chest, strong legs, he was wonderful to look at. She slid her long fingers inside of herself and watch him walk across the room. When he got to the edge of the other bed she stopped him. "Sit down." She had practiced it in her head. She wanted to sound like an adult.
He took another step toward her. And she shook her head no, she looked at the empty bed and waited for him to sit. Once he did she slid her other hand up under her tank top and began to play with her nipples. Rick groaned even though he couldn't actually see what she was doing. She fondled herself, enjoying the feeling of her own hands but enjoying the fact that he was watching even more. He had that animal look in his eyes again. She moaned at her own touch and his cock responded. She was fully in charge of the moment but that could change very quickly. "Feels good Daddy." She rubbed her clit and licked her lips.
Rick leaned back not wanting to touch himself. He wanted to fill her. "Take you clothes off." He waited for her to respond and was amused when she didn't. Was she too nervous to actually get naked, or was she challenging him. Again he spoke. "Little girl, take your clothes off." That did it, she did as she was told. She wiped her wet fingers on her tank top and pulled it off, followed by her boxers, she was now naked on his bed and her skin flushed. Rick's erection tented the front of his shorts and he wanted to continue to control the scene. "Now take mine off little one." She got up off his bed and did as he commanded. She pulled his shirt over his head then helped him out of his shorts. He was stiff for her and she wanted it.
"Condom?" She looked at him begging to find out he had found any. She would have gone looking herself, but she didn't know who to ask and figured he would handle that. He pointed to the dresser. She walked over and opened the top drawer there were three silver foiled packets looking back at her.