Hello again! A few of you wanted me to hurry up and post the next chapter so I thought I should. Thanks for the really sweet messages. Quite a few of you seriously made my day! Hope you like this one =) Thanks for reading!

Chapter Seven

She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the loud music or the fact that he was pretty much the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on, but something in her seemed to snap at that moment when his hand pressed against her waist. Her whole body seemed to tremble. Then he was moving his hand, his lips almost brushing her as he spoke about doing stupid things that she could regret.

And then the delicate sting of his teeth sinking into her earlobe set her blood ablaze. A dark thrill sent a jolt up her spine, white hot and dangerous. She didn't know why he did it. She didn't know this man. If anything she should have slapped his face and demanded he get away from her. Instead, she let him back her into the bar, his leg working it's way between her thighs, pressing hard against the ache between them. She fisted his shirt in her hands and tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck. He took advantage of it, his lips leaving a hot trail over her throat, his tongue caressing her pulse point. She made a desperate sound and he pulled his head back, breathing heavily.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered and then his mouth came down on hers, hot and greedy. Her lips parted, allowing him to take what he wanted and as his tongue slid against hers she melted against him. She forgot all about the crowd around them and she forgot all about the fact that she didn't know him. All she knew in that moment was that she needed him. All of him. And from the feel of the sizable erection pressing against her, he needed the same thing. She boldly ran her hand over the front of his jeans, humming her approval in the back of her throat. He was right. She really shouldn't have had those last two shots. Who the hell was she right now?

A growl rumbled through him and she could feel it vibrating her chest, spurring her on. He pulled away, his pupils blown wide as he heaved out a breath. He backed away from her and then grabbed her hand, pulling her along behind him.

"Where are we going?" She asked breathlessly.

He glanced over his shoulder right before they made it to the hallway leading to the garage. "Somewhere to do somethin' real fuckin' stupid so you'll have somethin' to regret in the morning."

To her surprise he stopped right before they made it to the door. The hallway was bathed in shadow, the party raging on just feet away but just out of sight. She was about to ask him where exactly they were going to go do something stupid but suddenly one of his hands was running up her inner thigh and he was backing her against the wall. His lips found hers as the heel of his hand pressed against the heat between her legs, causing her to moan into his mouth.

"You're fuckin' soaked already," he growled against her lips. "Kinda makes me think that husband of yours ain't doin' his job."

Her body was too far gone to even be affected by the mention of her husband. His hand was moving against her and she was forced to grip his shoulders just to stay upright. Her legs were shaking as his hand moved over her but then, right when she was about to fall completely over and give herself up to the sensations he was evoking in her, he stopped.

"Not yet," he whispered in her ear and then started working her underwear down her legs. She didn't object. She didn't say anything at all, actually. What she did do was work as fast as she could to shove his shirt over his head. It fell to the floor and then she was working his pants open. Through the haze in her head she heard a familiar song start blaring in the next room. I'm on fire, a song about a woman cheating on her husband. One of her favorites by Bruce Springsteen, and very fitting. Daryl chuckled in her ear as he lifted her easily. She wound her legs around his waist and he didn't waste any time adjusting himself when her back hit the wall.

She ran her hands over his chest and then she clung to his shoulders as he moved. She whimpered pitifully as he filled her and a low groan escaped him. Her nails bit into his shoulders once he got his bearings and started moving. And Jesus Christ could this man move. He rolled his hips into her in a skillful motion that seemed to get him to all the right spots all at once. His grip on her hips was almost painful but it was a good kind of hurt. An ache to match the ache inside of her as her body raced once again towards release. Release that Ed could never provide, which was the reason for the vibrator hidden in her mattress. But that was irrelevant now. Daryl, though nearly a complete stranger, was far from a selfish lover. As he moved his head and met her eyes she saw it. A single minded ferocity that had her gasping because in that look she could tell that his goal was to make her feel something she wouldn't soon forget.

Her muscles started tensing almost to the point of pain and her legs tightened around him. The first wave that hit her stunned her to the point of silence. She couldn't even breath as her nails nearly tore into his flesh, the second had her crying out and she was thankful for the music because anyone would have heard her if it wasn't playing so loud.

"There you go," he crooned into her ear while her entire universe turned upside down. She clung to him and he he moved even deeper, driving her orgasm to even greater heights. "Fuckin' hell," he growled, gripping her hips harder right before she felt him pulsing deep inside of her, the heat of his release bringing her a whole new brand of pleasure.

When he finally stilled she let her head fall back against the wall, not even feeling it. He backed away, holding her up until her feet were on the floor before he let go long enough to fix his pants. For a few seconds she was terrified that he would walk away and leave her standing there, feeling used. That worry didn't last long though because he pulled her face towards his and kissed her just as passionately as he had before this had happened. She kissed him back, relieved he hadn't just walked away. She was still drunk enough that she barely noticed when someone walked past them. At least now they were only kissing. The guy could have walked by a few minutes ago. Hell, someone could have and she never would have known it.

He grabbed her hand and started leading her through the door to the garage before she could even say anything.

"Where are we going now?" She asked.

He led her to another door that opened up to a set of dark stairs. "Up there. If you're gonna regret it in the morning then might as well make it worth your time tonight."

She glanced back over her shoulder. "I didn't get my underwear!"

He laughed as he pulled her along. "You won't be needin' them."

~H~

Daryl wasn't sure what time it was or how long they had been locked up in the room. All he knew was that he was completely fucking lost in this woman and the fact that he barely knew her didn't really penetrate his mind. A quick fuck in the hall was pretty damn great but he could do that any time. He never brought women up here. This was his one getaway. But she wasn't just anyone. He didn't have a clue what that meant, he just knew it as truth. Maybe it was because he was pretty drunk. He didn't want to over think it though. That would probably just freak him out.

She was sprawled out on top of him, working on catching her breath. He was finally spent but he still couldn't keep his hands off her. Maybe somebody slipped him a low dose of X down there. That would explain why, even though the sex was pretty much over, he couldn't stop touching her. Right now his hands were on her hips. He thought maybe he had bruised her earlier but she hadn't protested. She made a move like she might roll away but he locked an arm around her back, keeping her locked in place.

Her quiet laughter caused him to grin like a drunken idiot, her breath cooling the sweat that coated them both. "I feel like I don't have a bone left in my body," she muttered, her voice rough.

He traced the line of her spine lightly, eliciting a contented sigh from her. His phone going off on the nightstand next to the bed had him finally letting go of her. He looked at the name and sighed. "I gotta get this." God only knew what the hell Piper was up too. It was late and just in case she had gotten into any trouble, he wouldn't ignore the call. He was lucky she hadn't called five minutes ago. He answered with a breathless hello. He was still in the process of getting his breathing under control. He knew he would catch hell for this.

"Hello, is this Daryl?"

He sat up, causing Carol to do a little wiggling to readjust herself. He had been expecting Piper but the voice on the other end belonged to Sophia. "Yeah, this is him."

"Who is it?" Carol asked, a frown forming between her brows as she took in his worried expression.

"Umm, I was calling to ask about my mom. I've called her cell and the home phone and she hasn't answered either."

"I, er... I ain't seen her since I dropped her off."

There was a silence on the other end that had him scowling. "Mr. Dixon, I kind of just heard her ask who was on the phone. Do you care of I talk to her for a minute?"

He groaned and then took the phone from his ear. Meeting Carol's eye before handing it to her.

She put the phone up to her ear, her expression confused... and then shocked. She hurried off of him, nearly falling off the bed. He found this a little funny since it wasn't like the girl was going to see them together. "Hi honey!" she said in a voice that was a few octaves too high. She looked up sharply. "No, he only lied because he didn't want you to think anything bad. We've just been talking. He gave me a battery for the car and now we're just at the garage."

He raised an eyebrow at her and then trailed his fingertips up her inner thigh.

She pushed his hand away quickly, causing him to chuckle. "Okay, well, you have fun and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. I love you too." She snapped his phone shut and stared at it for a few long moments. "Oh my God. My sixteen year old daughter just caught me in bed with you."

He shook his head, trying not to laugh at her. "No she didn't. She caught me in a lie. She don't know you're sitting in a room above the garage naked as the day you were born after havin' a lot of sex with a guy you don't even know." He managed a straight face until she looked down in horror. It wasn't like the light coming in from the street lamp was enough to see very well by anyway. And after everything they had done he had just about had her body mapped out.

"You're right," she said after a few seconds. He was surprised when she crawled under the sheet and stretched out next to him. He had expected her to freak out. "We should sleep off all this alcohol. Tomorrow it's back to the real world."

He realized something just then. He had never slept with a woman before. Ever. Not in all his life. He laughed.

"What's so funny?" She asked, raising up on her elbow.

"I ain't never slept with a woman before," he slurred, mostly because he was exhausted. He had burned off most of his buzz.

She shoved him. "You can't do all of that and then try to tell me you've never done all of that before."

"I'm talkin' in a bed. Any bed."

"Really?" She sounded more surprised than he thought she should be.

"Yep."

"But I'm aloud to sleep with you?" She asked.

He nodded and hummed in the back of his throat as sleep started to pull him under.