First, can I say: Holy crap! 36 reviews for the last chapter?! I think that's the most amount of reviews I have ever had for a single chapter, so thank you guys so much! And another thank you to my beta!
Second, here it is guys! The big moment we've all been waiting for! I hope you enjoy it!
Ready
He knew somethin' wasn't right the second he stepped outta his truck. The outside'a his house looked different an' it took him a moment to realize that the rock, which he hid the spare key under, had moved from its normal position.
He weren't worried though; no one was stupid enough to mess with a Dixon, most people were scared of 'em and kept their distance, so he knew it was probably just one'a Merle's friends needing a place to stay, and Merle most likely happily gave 'em Daryl's address.
Rolling his eyes, he shut the truck door behind him before approachin' the house. He grabbed his own keys outta his oil stained pockets and placed it into the lock, lettin' himself in.
He wouldn't of been surprised if there was some druggy in the middle of the room, shootin' up. He wouldn't of blinked an eye if one'a Merle's friends were here cause of a gun-shot wound, most likely from try'na rob a gas station or somethin'.
So when he spotted the pretty girl, dressed in some sexy green undies, standin' there all nervous-like, he did blink. Twice. Before rollin' his eyes. Goddamn, Merle.
She fanned her hands out, her fingers shaking and her face flushed as she took him in. She swallowed visibly, finding it hard to keep eye contact with him. Holy shit, he was fucking sexy."Daryl, right?" she questioned, purposely deepening her voice so he wouldn't recognize it.
She weren't half-bad to look at, he could admit that, but that didn't mean he was about to let some girl dance all over him, or worse, sleep with him. Merle always liked tryin' to get Daryl laid, even if it meant payin' for it, somethin' Daryl really weren't into. He preferred his girls to sleep with him cause they wanted to, not cause his brother paid 'em.
"Ma brother put ya up to this?" he questioned with a sigh, feeling sorry for the girl. She looked barely legal, and was nervous as shit. He couldn't help but wonder if this was her first gig. It wouldn't surprise him. Merle always did like the younger ones; the ones on the verge of jail-bait.
She wasn't sure what to say to that. Would he be angry if he knew the truth? Throw her out? Then again, if Merle didn't put her up to this, he might call the cops, thinking she had broken into his house. She would rather he be angry than her in jail, she decided. "Yeah," she told him, clearing her throat when she forgot to use her 'put-on' voice. She opened her mouth to say more but nothing would come to mind. Shit, this was more awkward than she expected.
He weren't annoyed at her. She was only doin' her job, but he was pissed at Merle. Pissed for puttin' both of 'em in this position. Reachin' into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and searched for whatever cash he had to spare. "Don't'cha worry 'bout this, girl," he told her, pinching the green paper between his fingers and stretching his arm in her direction. "Ma brother's a prick. Knew I didn't want nothin' like this. So here," he wiggled the money at her when she made no attempt to move. "For all ya trouble." he gestured to the candles and shit.
She couldn't help but feeling rejected. Was she not pretty enough for him? Her heart sunk into her stomach and she found herself glad that she didn't let him know that it was her. He would probably be disappointed. She made no attempt to take the money; she hadn't wanted it when Merle offered it to her so she certainly wouldn't take it off of Daryl. "Don't want your money," she told him quietly, forcing herself to meet his eyes so he could see that she was serious. "Is it me?" she couldn't help but question him, biting her bottom lip worriedly.
"Ah, shit," he cursed, dropping his hand and placing the money on the table next to him. He brought his hand up to his mouth and nibbled on his thumb, a habit of his. "Naw, it ain't you. You're fuckin' gorgeous," he ran the hand over his mouth and cheeks, tryin' to hide the light blush from his bluntness. "Jus'...I kinda have a girl, a'ight?" he mumbled with a small shrug. "Don't wanna do anythin' she might not like."
At first she was relieved that it wasn't because he thought she was ugly, and her heart skipped a beat when he called her gorgeous but the giddiness soon went away when he admitted he basically had a girl. He never told me that...she thought sadly, wondering if this is what he meant when he warned her off of him. "Kinda?" she couldn't help but question, hoping that it wasn't what she thought it was. Maybe it's just an excuse, she tried to convince herself hopefully, He's pretty shy, maybe he just don't want a stripper.
He exhaled heavily, sounding annoyed at her nosiness. "We ain't official or nothin', a'ight?" his gaze dropped to her chest when she crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up even further. His could feel his dick swellin', a natural instinct for any man who was that close to a sexy, half-naked chick, and he shifted awkwardly. "Think ya should leave now." he snapped.
She licked her lips thoughtfully. She didn't miss the way his gaze fell to her boobs, or the way he shifted. Half of her wanted to convince him to be naughty with her. He admitted that he wasn't official with this girl, so it wasn't like it was cheating but the other half of her felt guilty, thinking about how she could ruin their possible relationship. "What's her name?" she questioned him one last time, ready to pack her stuff and leave, but first, her mind nagged at her, telling her she should ask him that simple question.
"Darcy." he muttered rather shyly, kicking one foot at the floor before glancing up at her. He saw a big ol' smile cover her face and he frowned in confusion, wondering what the hell she was so happy about. "What?"
So it was true, she thought to herself with a massive smile. He cared about her, the same way she cared about him. Hell, they weren't even dating, or talked about anything like it, and he was trying to be faithful to her. "Nothing," she told him, remembering what he said. She tried to hide the smile but failed and laughed slightly. "Just...awesome name."
The confusion stayed and he stared at her a little longer. There was something in his eyes which made her panic and she tried to remember whether or not she had used her 'put-on' voice, or her real voice. "Whatever," he eventually grumbled, glancing around the room. "I appreciate all this and all, but ya'll really should leave." he repeated his words from earlier.
The smile didn't leave her face. She was feeling too giddy. "You sure?" she questioned playfully, taking a step towards him; her confidence was back and she felt like she could take on the world. "You said it yourself. You and this girl ain't official or anything." she waited until their chests brushed and purposely leaned against him, letting him feel all her lady bumps. "I was kinda hoping to give you a little birthday present..." she told him quietly, looking up at him from under her lashes and biting the corner of her lip.
One of his hands came up and gripped her upper arm. He seemed to be fighting with himself, glancing between her eyes and her chest. His expression was growing darker by the second and she knew he was about to snap. With a heavy voice which she recognized easily, he questioned her. "Ain't cheatin'?"
She smiled softly, gazing into his blues eyes. She could see now that him and Merle were brothers. "Ain't cheatin'." she repeated to him reassuringly. "Anyway, people in relationships go to strip clubs all the time. Ain't much difference."
He couldn't argue with that. Hell, his Uncle Lenny practically lived in the strip club in town while his wife stayed at home with the kids; she didn't mind.
Reaching down, she grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the sheet-covered couch. "C'mon," she whispered cheekily to him. "You won't regret it. I promise."
He let her lead him to the couch, wondering why - out of all the girls Merle had tried to get him to do this with - Daryl had finally given in to her. When they reached the object, she placed her little hands on his chest and nudged him backwards. If he weren't so unsure about all this, he would'a laughed. She was weak as anything, probably couldn't even flick a fly, but he dropped back anyway, following her lead.
Once he was seated, she walked over to her ipod and portable speakers before switching it on. She didn't recognize any of the songs since they were from Sandy's playlist, the ones she used at the club, but it didn't matter. Sandy always said that dancing looked better when it came naturally; not when it was rehearsed.
When the song began to start, she started moving her hips, trying to get a feel for the music. It took her a few moments but once she had it, she turned around and faced Daryl who's breathing was starting to get heavy. She smiled at him, looking rather naughty and he swallowed before nodding curtly back at her. He was ready.
Seeing him sitting there, his legs wide, his breathing fast, his eyes dark with a slight bulge in his overalls, she couldn't help but shiver. It was like a dream come true, and she thanked God that he left his uniform on.
Ha. She was gonna have some fun with this, and for a moment, she briefly wondered if it was her Birthday instead of his.
She swayed her hips, sliding her hands from her breasts to her thighs when she reached him, standing in front of him. Using her nails, she brought her hands back up and cupped her breasts while slowly bringing her knees up onto the couch, one on either side of his thighs.
She stood up on her knees, causing his face to be directly in front of her breasts, which is just what she wanted. Usually, she wouldn't get this up close and personal, but this was her Daryl and she was certainly going to be giving them both a treat today.
She could feel the tension starting to rise in her body from being so close to him and her own breathing was starting to match his. She grabbed his hands and brought them up to her breasts. He released a shaky breath at the contact and squeezed them in his palms; he just couldn't help himself.
A shot of pleasure ran through her and she guided his fingers to the side of her corset, where the zip was hidden in-between the seam. He seemed confused at first but then his eyes went wide when he felt it and she started to slid the zip down, freeing her breasts from the unnatural height it gave them.
"Holy fuck." he rasped, watching their hands on the zip. She undid it slowly, makin' his throat go dry and he thought he was gonna cum there and then when the material came loose and the corset fell from her body. "Good lord." he inhaled sharply, his eyes taking in her DD breasts and pink, hard nipples.
She watched his eyes darting from breast to breast and his mouth fell open, causing hot air to wash over her chest. She shivered at the contact and his eyes shot up to hers. She swore that he wore a small smirk.
By now, she was wetter than the ocean. She could feel it in her panties every time she moved and she was pretty sure it could be seen through the material. An idea struck her and she brought his right hand down to the place between her legs, letting him feel for himself.
It wasn't professional, she knew. Right now, she was meant to be dancing and teasing him. This kind of stuff came later, and there was certainly not meant to be any touching, but she just couldn't help herself. Her body seemed to take over her mind. It had been craving his touch for so long.
A small groan-like whimper got stuck in his throat when he felt how she'd soaked through her panties. He'd never known someone to want him so badly...it didn't make sense to him but he found himself enjoyin' it nonetheless. He didn't know if he was allowed to but he wiggled his fingers around her, wantin' to feel how much more wet he could get her, and from the sounds she made, she didn't seem to mind either.
"Oh god," she practically sobbed out. It felt so intense. She'd never felt anything like it before. His index finger wiggled, pressing the material of her underwear between her pussy lips and onto her very swollen clit. When he brushed the tip of his finger against it lightly, she grabbed hold of his wrist and felt her eyes fall shut. It was just the right amount of pressure, and she couldn't help but moan out. "Right there."
"Like tha', do ya?" his voice was gruff, and she knew that he was pass his shy stage. Now, he was horny as fuck, and she knew things were about to get a lot more dirtier. "Like it when I play with ya wet liddol pussy, darlin'?"
"God yes," she whispered, her head falling back. It wasn't meant to be like this. She was meant to be pleasuring him, making him feel good. Not the other way round. She laughed slightly, realizing that it always went this way with Daryl. He was too damn giving for his own good. "Need more."
He exhaled through his nose and his fingers began to sneak inside her panties when suddenly he paused and pulled away. "Can't," he shook his head, sounding guilty. "Can't be doin' this, girl."
Her eyes snapped open and her breathing was uneven as she question him, confused, "Wha'? Why not?" she slurred slightly.
"S'going too far."
It was then she realized why he wanted them to stop; to backtrack. He felt bad because of Darcy, not realizing that Darcy was sitting right in front of him. "Daryl..." she spoke slowly, purposely using her real voice. She'd made her decision. "It's me..." she met his eyes. "Darcy. You ain't got anything to worry about."
His body sunk into the couch as he leaned back, looking at her closely with a mixture of shock and some other emotion she couldn't read. He seemed to be examining her eyes for the truth. "Ya lyin'." he stated angrily, shaking his head. No way would Darcy be here. She was too good for him.
She swallowed thickly and took a deep breath. "Call my cell." she told him nervously, wondering what his reaction was going to be. "My personal cell."
His eyes didn't leave hers and he reached under himself and grabbed hold of his cell phone which sat in his back pocket. He pulled it out and finally looked away from her so he could see his contacts.
When he started to call her cell, she could see what Merle meant by Daryl not knowing how to turn down his volume control. She could hear the dial tone clearly. It took a few seconds for the phones to make a connection and when they did, the sound of another phone ringing appeared in their ears.
Daryl's eyes snapped back up to hers when he heard it. She was tellin' the truth...fuck, he hadn't been expectin' that at all.
"Told you." she said quietly with a small, unsure smile.
"Yeah." he replied simply before the phone was forgotten and he gripped her cheeks roughly in his hand, causing her lips to form a 'O'.
Her breathing sped up as she looked between his eyes and lips, waiting for his next move.
"Darcy," he spoke lowly, the familiar tone of voice making her pussy pulse pleasantly. "Ya better be ready for this."
She swallowed thickly, her mouth going dry. "For wha'?" she questioned, her voice muffled from the pressure on her face.
He pulled her close, making her eyes flutter when his lips brushing up against her own. "To get fucked harder than ya ever been in ya whole damn life." he drawled huskily before forcing their lips together.
Oh la-la...You don't really need to guess what's gonna happen in the next chapter but incase you didn't figure it out, it's gonna be sex. Alot of sex. In fact, the next three chapters are gonna be alllll sex.
Heh. Thanks for reading!