Polyamory - chapter 9
Two more weeks passed by like a blur while Rick continued to recover. Daryl breathed a sigh of relief whenever he thought of the man that by all rights should be dead right now. He flicked his head to get his long brown hair out of his eyes to sneak a glance over at him. He was helping Beth pick pecans from a neighboring tree. Well, not really helping, more like distracting. The pair of them were being silly, picking some, but mostly throwing the nuts at each other for sport. They laughed like children whenever one made contact and bounced harmlessly to the ground.
"Hey you two," Daryl scolded playfully, pointing his lit cigarette at them. "S'all fun and games till someone loses an eye."
"Yessir, Mr. Dixon, sir!" Beth mockingly saluted Daryl, stiff and proper like a little soldier.
He quickly flipped her the bird, kissing the tip of his outstretched middle finger, a familiar sign of his affection. She responded with her own vulgar-digit, but instead of kissing it, she sucked it into her mouth slowly, lightly pumping it in and out, leaving no doubt as to the direction of her thoughts. Even though he knew she was only teasing him, his cock throbbed at the sight, knowing full-well what she could do with that mouth.
Before Daryl could respond, Beth's sexy display was interrupted by a pecan flicked right at her forehead.
"Rick! You jerk!" Beth said, frowning at his timing.
Rick laughed, and the sound warmed Daryl's heart. "What can I say? I wanted you to stay focused on my nuts." He joked, waggling his eyebrows at her, and chewing on a pecan for emphasis.
Beth returned his silly grin. Her slight annoyance with him already gone. "Oh yeah? That can be arranged Mr. Gri...Ahh!" She squealed as Rick hoisted her over his shoulder.
"Free spankings!" Rick called over to Daryl, presenting him with the view of Beth, her pert-ass in the air, bent-over his shoulder. He swatted at her playfully making her squeal some more.
"Bring her over here officer." Daryl encouraged him.
Still grinning, Rick walked across the yard. Daryl watched as he made his way over to him. He looked confident and strong as he carried their squirming lover across the overgrown yard. Everyday he resembled the old Rick more and more. Daryl took a drag off his cigarette as that fact settled in his mind, calming him.
He needed to keep reminding himself that Rick was better now. It was so touch-and-go in those early days that a panic had gripped Daryl that hadn't really let go. It wasn't as urgent of course now that Rick was healed, but the tightness in his chest, that nagging feeling where Rick was concerned hadn't fully left him yet.
The happiness he felt seeing Rick heal and grow strong again was unlike any emotion he'd ever experienced. Daryl knew he cared deeply for the man, but it was more than that. He wondered about it the depth of his feelings for him sometimes but didn't pay it too much mind. He figured the three of them had to be at least half-crazy from all the crap that the world threw at them now. Introspection made no sense. Best for everyone to just live in the now.
Rick stopped a few feet from him, still grinning but also panting a bit from his exertions. Daryl watched them, struggling to keep a neutral expression to continue their little game. They all knew what the end result of these shenanigans would be. He could feel his cock beginning to stir at the thought. Daryl took the last drag off his cigarette, stubbed it out beneath his boot and adjusted himself in his pants.
"This young lady giving you trouble officer?" Daryl deadpanned, watching Beth squirm on his shoulder.
"She surely is umm…Deputy." Rick improvised, giving Daryl his part in their game.
Daryl shot him an incredulous look, eyebrows raised for emphasis. Deputy? Shit...that was reachin' a bit, but whatever.
Rick smirked at him, acknowledging how silly this all was but continued on with the game. "Yes, Deputy. She assaulted me with a potentially deadly object. I need your assistance in reprimanding her."
"Hey!" Beth protested between giggles. "He assaulted me first!"
"Did not!" Rick responded childishly and smacked her ass again.
Stretching her arm, Beth managed to reach down and swat at Rick's ass in retaliation. "Ha!" She yelled, very pleased with herself. Looking back at her, he smirked and then his blue-eyes turned to meet Daryl's once again.
"Did you just see that?" Rick asked Daryl with mock outrage.
"I surely did. Assaulting an officer? Now...that's a serious offense young lady." Daryl scolded her. "She should be taught a lesson."
"Agreed" Rick seconded.
Beth giggled and smacked Rick again, twisting so she could watch Daryl as she did. He saw the gleam in her eye. Beth was clearly loving this.
"Put her down officer, I'll help you subdue this dangerous criminal." He said, not wanting Rick to strain himself and try to carry her all the way back to the house. He was better, but no sense in pushing his limits.
Once her feet were safely on the ground Daryl reached for her arm. Rick was still in officer-mode, standing in front of her, his brown curls a wind blown mess, giving her the Miranda Rights in a stern tone with Beth trying not to laugh. Deftly twisting her arm behind her, Daryl yanked the rag from his back pocket and followed suit with her other arm, securing them both together with the red cloth.
Beth stared intently at Rick while Daryl bound her hands together. Her eyes were wild. She loved this shit. This thing the three of them shared was virgin-territory for all of them. And since they didn't know the rules of how this should be, they had no rules. They did whatever came natural to them. So far at least, it was working out perfectly.
They headed back to the house, marching their 'prisoner' a few steps ahead of them. Rick moved closer and put his hand on Daryl's arm to get his attention. Keeping his voice-low, he asked him, "you cool with all this?"
Daryl bit back a smile at his friend's concern. Ever the gentleman, Rick was always making sure he wasn't overstepping his boundaries with Beth. Even though Daryl had assured him time and time again that he wasn't. "Yeah, I'm good."
They walked a few more steps in silence before Daryl spoke again. "So, Officer Sexy, huh?"
Rick blushed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Yeah well, she seemed into it, DEPUTY. Her calling me Sir though? Surprised at how much I like that." He looked down at his shoes in embarrassment. "Besides, you know I can't say no to her."
Daryl smirked. "I know. She's got you whipped good."
Rick chuckled, not the least bit ashamed. "That she does, brother. I'd do anything for her."
"Mmm," Daryl hummed in agreement as they neared the back of the house.
Suddenly, Rick stopped walking. Daryl looked over at him quizzically.
"I'd do anything for you too, Daryl. I owe you my life. I owe you everything." Rick said, his expression serious as his gaze locked with Daryl's.
Daryl shook his head. "No, you don't. I love you, Rick. Beth loves you. Nothing is owed."
Nodding solemnly, Rick clapped him on the back, pulling him towards him for a quick hug and then breaking the seriousness of the moment with a smirk, pushed him forward. "C'mon, our prisoner's getting away."
Up ahead, Beth's step faltered a bit, so Daryl gave her a playful shove up the back steps. "This'll go easier if you cooperate," he assured her in his authoritative voice, his thoughts drawn back to the game at hand.
"Please sir, I promise I won't do it again," she pleaded.
"Sorry young lady, but the law is firm," Rick chimed in, his eyes focused on her ass.
"Something's firm, that's for sure," Beth giggled again, looked over her shoulder and reached back to palm Rick's already bulging crotch.
"You'll find out how firm soon enough, now move along," he said, his voice already rough with desire, shoving her in the house and back toward their shared bedroom.
