Chapter 4

Daryl walked into the living room and turned on a light. It was a long narrow room with the front door centered on the wall to the right. Another door was in a dark corner of the room parallel to a flight of stairs that went up and over the kitchen. I assumed it led to the car port. Along the wall that housed the staircase sat a couch that matched the material of the loveseats in the garage. Above it was mounted a huge deer head. A dark brown recliner was basically sitting in the center of the room giving just enough space to pass by the couch to get to the stairs. The couch and recliner faced a large screen TV, first edition. I thought that sucker must weigh about five hundred pounds. I noticed family photos on the wall above the TV. What really caught my attention were a few empty spaces as if someone had come in and stolen a few photos. Tobacco stains formed a perfect outline of the now gone frames. I didn't want to be rude by inspecting them so I remained in the doorway to the kitchen.

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Daryl came back into the kitchen and we stood at opposite ends looking at one another. I felt like he was judging every movement I made and it had me nervous. He sensed it and spoke softly. I decided I liked the sound of his voice. I decided I liked a lot about him. I warned myself. Joy you have really bad judge in character when it comes to men. Something inside of me argued, not this one.

"I might be able… to get ya… a reliable car, make sure… its running alright."

He chewed on his thumb nail between words, while looking up at me with only his eyes. I thought he seemed embarrassed by the offer to help me. Perhaps maybe he thought I would turn him down flat or maybe tell him he was insane for suggesting assistance. Daryl was very much like a wounded animal, one kept in a cage too long. I took a look around the kitchen, the outdated furniture, the lack of anything feminine or homey, the absence of food. Even on my salary there was a box of Cheese-itz and a can of tuna fish on the counter. I almost asked him if it would be a legal. I scolded myself this time, mentally berating my suspicious attitude. I answered honestly. "I don't know if I can get enough cash together to buy a new car."

Daryl finally lifted his chin and looked at me squarely. He leaned back against the counter and rested his elbows. "Don't matter; we can keep it in my name until you can pay it off. It won't be new."

I was going to owe this man my life after everything he did for me. I felt guilty for thinking bad things about him and treating him the way I did. My voice got softer, almost shy. "You saw what I was driving. Anything would be better than that."

He laughed. "But that is your baby."

I found myself laughing almost like I was drunk. I did drink the beer rather quickly trying to prove a point that I could drink. I had stopped worrying about his motives. For some reason I felt like I could rely on Daryl Dixon. I felt taken care of. The world could go to shit and I would want Daryl in my life to protect me.

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We stared at each other for a little while longer. He didn't offer to take me home and I wasn't ready to rush out the door either. The little voice of negativity was still yapping inside my head but my emotions told it to shut the fuck up, Daryl was something special. At least I hoped he was. I needed proof there were decent men out there, someone that would really take care of a woman. Daryl was saying all the right things. Softly I asked, "Why are you doing this?"

His southern drawl came out thicker than before. "Cause you got a nice ass."

I laughed knowing he was being a smart ass and I also knew there was some truth in that statement. I knew he liked my breasts too by the way he kept stealing glances. I tried to think of what I liked most about him. I hoped it wasn't the size of his package. I couldn't decide what attribute impressed me more. The man was beautiful. I had watched his mouth a lot and wondered what his lips tasted like, probably beer. I needed to know if there was more than a physical attraction. I couldn't deny I was into his body, the lean, strong arms, broad shoulders and cut chest made me hotter than a June bride, but his eyes I couldn't ignore them. Yes they scared me still and I wouldn't want that glare to be directed at me in anger. They pulled me in and made me want to know what he was thinking and feeling. I warned myself again, Daryl was a dangerous man. That didn't stop me from crossing the kitchen. His kindness had gotten to me. He reached a soft spot in my heart and I couldn't control myself. His eyes remained locked on mine as I walked closer to him. I felt as if his stare cut me to the bone. I was exposed in his eyes, yet I didn't stop. I put my hands on his face. "Thank you Daryl, for everything."

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He was slouching when I touched him. He stood to his full height, his hands landed on my hips. I should have told him to move them. I knew I shouldn't have moved in closer. Daryl was only about an inch, inch and a half taller than me. He squinted, studying my face. My hand found his hair at his temple, and I toyed with it. I wanted to beg him to kiss me. I couldn't do it because I was thinking if I spoke he would tell me to stop touching him. I didn't remember moving in for a kiss until suddenly I couldn't see his eyes any longer because his mouth was inches from mine. I could feel his breath and smell the distinct mainly scent of his skin. I nudged my mouth closer, brushing my lips against his. All he had to do was take what I offered. I wouldn't force him. I gave him the opportunity. The seconds ticked by, emphasized by the sound of a wall clock ticking. I was afraid I had made a fool of myself.

I waited another second. Disappointment settled into my heart. I was shocked at how sad I felt. I inched back but Daryl refused to let me go. It was like I woke him up by pulling away. His mouth covered mine savagely. He knocked the wind right out of my lungs. Daryl's goatee was incredibly soft against my chin. I imagined feeling his facial hair on other areas of my body, lingering in the pleasure he offered. His tongue found the interior of my mouth and I mashed our teeth together trying to get him to penetrate deeper.

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The feel of cold metal against the thin material of my t-shirt made me realize he had moved us, walking me backwards until my back was plastered against his refrigerator door. I felt the strength in his chest and I could feel the muscles rippling beneath my palms. I clawed at his stained shirt, pulling it up so I could touch the taunt muscles of his back. Daryl reacted to the skin on skin contact by sliding his open mouth down the side of my neck to my collarbone. Simultaneously he inched his hand from my hip to my breast working my nipple into a tight bud. A moan escaped my lips. Mosey whimpered. He didn't like to be ignored.

Breathlessly Daryl yelled at the dog. "Moe, go lay down!"

The faint sound of Mosey's nails on linoleum disappeared a moment later. I didn't want Daryl to lose his concentration. Most of all I didn't want Daryl to lose the erection that was plastered against me. I thought maybe Mosey's interruption would make Daryl snap back into reality. To insure that he kept his mind on us I trailed my nails down his spine and along the edge of his waist band. I stopped just shy of his belly button because Daryl sucked in his abdominal muscles. He shivered and his breathing hitched. Was he going to stop me from going too far? I got my answer a second later when I felt the cup of my bra being yanked to the side. The sensation of him sucking my breast started fireworks exploding in my body. I almost lost my balance when my knees gave out briefly. Daryl held me up, supporting me with his hands firmly wrapped around my rib cage. My shirt slid back down, covering his face. He didn't move it, didn't stop torturing me with his tongue.

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I regained the ability to completely support my own body weight when the adrenaline from being aroused rushed through my veins. He took a break to catch his breath and I seized the moment. My hand cupped his swollen bulge, rubbing the length of his shaft. That did it for Daryl. Roughly he spun me around. In one swipe of his arm he cleared his kitchen table, sending the salt and pepper crashing to the floor. Moze barked from the other room.

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His kisses and the gentle pressure of his upper body sent me onto my back. He moved with me, covering my body with his. I couldn't help the sounds that were coming from my throat. He had his hand in my jeans and was teasing my through my panties. I was desperately rocking my hips, needing him to go further. He read my mind, dipping his fingers under my panties. He expertly touched me in all the right places and I squirmed beneath him. I tried hard not to sink my teeth into his shoulder, failing at one point. He groaned in what sounded like pleasure mixed with pain. I wasn't sure if he liked that or wished I would stop. He answered me by shoving two of his fingers into me. Daryl's actions robbed me of my senses apart from the magic he was creating with his hand. I cried out. His eyes met mine once again and I struggled to keep my gaze on him. The rising tide within me built to a fevered pitch. The world beyond Daryl's eyes, dissolved away. He understood the expression on my face and read my body. Daryl was breathing hard, caught up in the moment as much as I was. He used his thumb to stimulate me while he twisted his finger and wiggled them relentlessly. I gasped. Breathlessly I repeated "oh fuck" until I could do nothing but quiver below him. For a second my eyes drifted shut but I forced them open so I could watch his eyes and he could see what he did to me.

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At first I missed the reason why Daryl's hand stilled and he jumped off of me. The sudden movement snapped me out of the blissful post orgasm state my brain was in. I heard a loud motorcycle outside getting closer with the passing seconds. Daryl grabbed my wrists yanking me off of the table. Before I realized what was actually happening Daryl was pulling me through his living room and out of the front door.