Three
Lucy's was a small joint off the old highway where a few Harleys were parked outside, and the rest of the parking lot was empty save for another old pickup that looked far more worse for wear that Daryl's. Carol said nothing as she hopped out of the cab and ran her fingers through her hair. She grabbed a fifty out of her purse and unceremoniously placed it in the valley between her breasts. She heard Daryl let out a chuckle and feigned innocence as she shut the door and checked to make sure it was locked.
"What?" she teased.
"You don't strike me as the kinda girl that carries her money in her boobs."
"I don't. Usually," she said with a grin, as Daryl reached for another cigarette and lit up. He moved to stand next to her, and he held the pack out. She shook her head a little, and he smirked. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tube of chapstick. Cherry flavored. He watched, mesmerized as she slid it over her lips, and she kept her eyes on him the entire time. Steady. Sure. It shook him to his very core. "So, can we get something out of the way?"
"What's that?" he asked, watching as she made a show of clicking the cap back on her chapstick, sliding it back into her pocket and pushing off of the side of the truck, turning to face him.
She kept her eyes on him, watching the way his eyes widened just a little as she approached, the way his gaze instinctively settled on the dip in her shirt, the way his breath quickened just a little bit and his nostrils flared. She cocked her head to the side a little and licked her lips. And then her hands were on either side of his face, and he could smell the faint hint of cherry on the edge of her breath. His hand fell, and the cigarette dropped from his fingers, wisps of glowing ash tumbling across the lot as the wind carried it away.
Her lips were soft, gentle when she kissed him for the first time. His heart pounded in his ears, and he could feel the tremble in her fingertips as she gently eased them down his neck and onto his shoulders. She stepped closer, pressing against his chest, and she was so warm, and he could feel the stiffened peaks of her nipples pressing against him through the fabric of their shirts.
The next thing he was aware of was how the back of his neck was hot. Almost painfully hot. He sucked in a sharp breath, opening up just as she slid her tongue between his lips, and he thought for a moment he might burst into flames. Then one of her hands slid around his shoulder and up to the back of his neck, gently stroking through the line of hair, tugging just enough to get his attention.
She tasted like cherries, and her warm, wet mouth was better than anything he'd ever fantasized about. It was a little mind-boggling, a bit dizzying to think that this morning he'd decided it was time to make a fresh start, and along the way, he'd come across the one person he'd never forgiven himself for not getting to know better.
And now her tongue was in his mouth, and his dick was straining against his jeans. This day was turning out far better than he'd expected it would, given that he'd woken up still half-drunk in a flooded basement apartment that morning.
And then she wasn't kissing him, and his lips tingled like it was his first kiss. Only, his first true kiss had been a thousand times more awkward. This was…right. And he felt like he might already be a little bit drunk.
"I always wanted to do that," she admitted with a little smile, running her thumb over his bottom lip. He felt the tremble in her fingertip again, and he caught her hand in his.
"This some kind of rebound thing?"
"Been there, done that," she said with a little smile. "I said it's been a while, but Ed's not the last man I was with. I, um, might have celebrated a little harder than I should have the night my divorce was finalized." Daryl chuckled at that, and Carol moved her hand down his chest, finger tucking into a belt loop. "Still, it's been long enough." She took a step back, tugging at his belt loop, urging him to walk toward her. They took a couple of steps, her backward, him forward, and he could see, under the flickering parking lot light, that she was blushing. "This isn't me. I'm not the kind of woman who propositions old high school crushes. But I'm also not the kind of woman who misses out on a good time."
"That all you want? A good time?"
"I think we can make the most of the situation. You're leaving town, I'm leaving town, and we just happen to run into each other? Maybe it's kismet. Maybe we were supposed to meet again to have that one night we never got, because we were both too stupid to make a move."
"So you think fate brought us together for what…a good fuck?" Daryl's voice was low, and she could see his gaze darken, and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. The way he put it so bluntly, it sounded crazy. But she certainly wasn't going to deny herself a good time, especially if he was willing. She'd spent the past four years wondering what might have happened, and now they both had the open road ahead of them. Maybe this could be more. Maybe it couldn't be. But she wasn't going to turn her back on it now.
"Am I wrong?" she asked, smiling as she bit her bottom lip. "I probably sound like…well, like someone I'm not. Believe me…I don't do things like this. I just…don't. This isn't me." She took a deep breath. "But maybe, tonight, it can be me. I'm tired of doing everything the right way."
"So you're sayin' it'd be wrong."
"I don't know. I don't know you. You don't know me. Aside from going to the same school years ago…we have nothing in common." She stepped toward him, hand gripping his shirt before sliding down to cup his groin. He bit back a groan as she squeezed him gently through his jeans. "Well, I guess we've got something in common." The fire between her legs was blazing hotter than before, and she had half a mind to ask him to bend her over to front of the truck and fuck her until they both blacked out.
He bucked his hips against her hand, and then his mouth was on hers, and his fingers were in her hair. And before she knew what was happening, her back was pressed against the side of the truck, and he was pressing into her, his hips against hers, and she wondered if he could feel just how hot she was.
"M'sure we got lots in common," he growled against her lips, and she giggled at his sudden bold display. And it wasn't long before they could hear snickers and catcalls as a group of bikers walked across the parking lot gawking at them. "Fuck."
"Hey," Carol murmured, turning his face toward hers. "Let's go cool off, hmm?" Daryl swallowed hard and nodded, letting go of her and backing away. She reached out, fingers tentatively seeking out his bicep, feeling the way his muscles jumped under touch. "Then we'll see where the night takes us."
If that kiss was any preview of what the night had in store for them, he couldn't wait to get her out of that bar.
