This is a part 2 for the last chapter. I was asked kindly to expand on that...:D

Daryl ignored the light that was blinding him and buried his face in the pillow. He wasn't sure why the fuck light was even shining into his room because he'd covered his window three years ago with a cardboard, then a black comforter. He wanted to make sure that there was no chance of the sun burning his eyes and forcing him awake at any point.

"Goddamn it." He mumbled.

Daryl grunted rolling over and cracked his eyes open. He paused though when a hand slid over his stomach and tightened on his hip. He looked over and was met with wild auburn curls in his face. He pushed himself up in the bed and the blankets fell around his hips and pulled further down Carol's bareback.

Darting his eyes around he realized it was at least eleven in the morning. Merle was going to be pacing a fucking track in the floors at the house. He'd not even called him or said shit when he was leaving for work. Licking his lips he let his eyes go to Carol's bare back and didn't feel a bit bad. How the fuck could he though? Especially after she got him back here and rode him till he was pretty sure she had to be saddle sore.

He swung his legs around and groaned at the ache in his body. Goddamn. Rubbing roughly at his face he looked to where his jeans were piled on the ground. He leaned forward snatching them. He had twelve missed calls and five voicemails. He knew they were all his brother. Merle was likely sure he was dead. Daryl wasn't know for staying out late or at all.

"Daryl?" Carol's sleepy voice was hoarse and strained.

He looked over his shoulder and met her eyes. She looked like she was contemplating saying something. He waited on her to spit it out.

"Were you about to sneak out on me?"

He snorted and raised a brow, "That'd work if you weren't friends with my brother, know where I work, know where I live, and know my damn name."

Carol smiled and rolled over not bothering to cover herself. His eyes dropped to her breast and he felt heat flood through his body. She had bruising on her chest that he knew was from his own mouth. Carol's eyes were running over his back and he shifted. If he didn't get out of this bed soon he wasn't sure either of them would at all.

"How many times has he called?" Carol smiled at him sleepily.

"Too many."

He stood then and her eyes dropped down unashamed. Carol shifted up onto her knees and crawled towards him. When she got to him she snagged his wrist as he pulled his boxers up his legs. She stood easily and he watched as her legs almost buckled under her. He grabbed her and steadied her,she shot him a sly smile and winked. He flushed at the look and she held firm to his hand.

Carol started walking not bothering to pull any clothes on at all. She drug him down the hall and straight into the bathroom. Carol caught the waistband of his boxers and she discarded them quickly. He stepped out of them as she set the water up and pushed him into the shower. He wasn't going to argue with a naked woman dragging him into a shower after he'd already spent all night buried between her thighs.

Carol stepped in right behind him and her arms went around his waist instantly. The water sluicing down his back and over his shoulder to slid between them made her slide easily against his bare body. Carol looked up at him as the water made her curls plastered to her neck and over her forehead, she was beautiful and he was honestly stunned she'd come on to him. He wasn't as oblivious as everyone thought. He just chose to ignore the attention he got from most people. Of course he'd seen her checking him out, he'd noticed a long time but he never thought she'd really ever make a move on him. She was the same age as Merle and figured she would always see him as Merle's little brother.

Carol's hand slid over his back and she smiled, "How long do you think Merle will wait till he calls the cops?"

Daryl snorted and shrugged, "Till he calls everyone that knows me."

Carol pursed her lips and he slid his own hands down her back hauling her up higher against him. He buried his mouth against her neck and licked a hot trail up her throat. He swore he could still taste her on his tongue teasing him. He'd been right after years of lusting after her, she tasted better than he could have imagined.

Carol moaned openly and loud. Her and slid between them and she started pumping her hand over his cock. He nodded eagerly against her shoulder as she worked his cock to full attention. When she was satisfied she broke his hold on her and spun pressing her ass into his groin. He watched as the water rushed down her back and over her ass. It was intoxicating in a way he'd never expected.

Carol pressed into him eagerly and he slid his hand between her legs and found her dripping already. He'd never really seen Carol with other men. He'd known her for years but in all that time he'd only ever seen her just casually around other guys. She wasn't like the other women around here that he knew got around. It was partially why he was so shocked that when she got him back here that she'd damn near fucked his brains out. She was insatiable, an appetite that was damn near impossible to sate.

"Daryl." Carol panted looking over her shoulder as he worked two fingers deeper into her. "I'm ready stop teasing."

He didn't need to be told twice. Lining himself up with her he didn't give a warning as he sunk into her completely with one thrust. Carol gasped her head falling forward to hang between her shoulders. Her hands were braced against the wall as he pounded into her. He forced her to step forward the more he felt her fluttering around him and pressed himself completely against her. His hand came around and caught her throat forcing her head back and her back to arch almost painfully. Her hands planted more firmly on the wall as her eyes met his, mouth popping open as she cried out for more.

When he felt her walls start to tremble around him he pulled out of her. Carol whined low in her throat, both of them ignoring her phone ringing. Carol glared at im as his cock slid between her thighs and against her pussy. Carol lifted her leg and planted her foot on the edge of the shower and angled her hips trying to take him back in. He smiled at her and Carol whined low in her throat again. He repeated it over and over, bringing her almost completely over the edge only to deny her that last push. Carol was flushed and shaking by the time he finally gave in and started fucking her in earnest.

When her orgasm hit her it wrung her out and her knees buckled. Daryl's arms wrapped around her and he kept her upright. Her entire body was shaking and she was panting wildly as her walls tried to pull him deeper. Carol was gasping his name over and over her eyes hazy and unfocused.

Sinking to his knees he kept her in his lap. Carol moaned as the position pushed him deeper. Carol fell against his chest and rolled her hips slowly. He grunted and steadied her as she started a slow pace. He wasn't going to last much longer and guided her hips. His other hand was cupping her breast and his eyes stayed on her ass watching as she rode him. Even with her back to him the sight of her in his lap and her body working over his was quickly becoming his favorite view.

"Fuck." He groaned and jerked her in tight against his chest and his groin.

Carol moaned low in her throat when she felt his orgasm hit and pressed herself tighter to him. His arms were tight around her and he was trying to get his breathing under control.

They finished washing up and Carol finally let him get dressed. He was smoking watching as the clouds moved lazily through the sky. He needed to call Merle before his brother had a stroke. He's not-fucking-secret-at-all-totally-secret-surprise-graduation-party was in three hours. Merle was likely turning into some kind of funeral party now.

"Are you hungry?"

Daryl looked up as Carol walked into the room. Her hair was still wet hanging around her shoulders and down her back. She was smiling at him wider than he'd ever seen. His eyes zeroed in on the large love bite on her throat. She made no attempt to hide it and he didn't comment.

He shook his head, "Nah, I need to get home before Merle is rushed to the ER thinking I'm dead."

Carol smiled at him and nodded, "He called here while we're in the shower. He left a message asking if I'd seen you."

Daryl sighed and Carol pursed her lips looking thoughtful. Her eyes were on his throat and he knew what she was seeing. She'd left more than one hickey on him. He had three bite marks on his chest, his back was clawed along with his hips, and his throat had bruises. She mauled him.

He grabbed his jacket and Carol followed him to the door. When he was almost out the door Carol caught his wrist jerking him back. He stumbled but her mouth was on his before he could complain. The kiss was demanding and possessive. He groaned and she pulled back forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"I'll see you tonight at the party." It wasn't a question.

Daryl nodded and smiled like a fool at her. She let go of him and he slipped away. He was counting down already what time he had until Carol would be at his house. Then how long it'd take for him to get away from his brother to drag her out of the party. The thought of bending her over the first surface he could had his breathing picking up. SHe was going to be the death of him but at least his summer wouldn't be so fucking boring this year.