Chapter 10
Merle and Daryl were waiting in front of Jarah's new house. She'd texted him that they would arrive around 1 pm. Now it was already 1.15 pm and the moving van was nowhere in sight, causing Daryl to get fidgety again.
"Don't you start pacing, boy! I'll whip your ass!" Merle shot him a warning glare. He'd had enough of his brother's nervous shit.
He'd been restless the whole day yesterday, pacing through the apartment, chewing on his thumbnail and chain smoking. He had kept the radio in the kitchen on, listening to the traffic reports. If there had been an accident on the I-85 or the I-65 he'd known about it and had texted Jarah to ask if they were okay.
He'd also spent plenty of time cursing himself for not going with her anyway. He didn't know what kind of driver Natalie was and if she could be trusted to get them to Alabama safe and sound. Jarah had wanted him to take the day to rest, not realizing that there was just no way for him to stay relaxed with her spending hours on the interstate and being 350+ miles away from him.
"You either stop that pacing, bro or I'll knock you out. You're making ME nervous with all that damn runnin' around. She's fine, relax! Who knew you were such a control freak." Merle had ended up yelling at him after a couple of hours. His little brother had damn near driven him up the wall.
Instead of getting punched by Merle, Daryl had left the apartment and had went over to Jarah's new house. Merle hadn't painted the baby's new room yet, which was fine by Daryl. Somehow he felt better doing that himself. He would make sure that it turned out perfect, so he'd spent a lot of time on painstakingly taping off the room. Jarah didn't like bright and flashy colors, she preferred more soothing, colder colors so she had chosen slate blue for the wall where the crib would be and stone grey for the rest of the room. Painting had kept him occupied for a couple of hours, but it hadn't really distracted him from his thoughts.
He'd kept thinking about her and about what life was going to be like as soon as the little person inside her belly would be sleeping in this room, keeping his promise to her, that he would think about it, without sugar-coating it. Things would change for sure, quiet and peaceful moments would very probably be rare, it would be more stressful, there would be a ton of nights with little to no sleep if the little one turned out to be on the fussier side. He was aware that it wouldn't be a "happy pony ride" all the time, as she had put it, but even when imagining the worst cry baby on the planet, he really didn't care how hard it would be, he was all in. Nothing would be more fucked up and more stressful than the life he'd had when he was younger.
The part Jarah didn't seem to get, in his opinion, was that she wouldn't be alone. She thought she would have to do it all by herself, even if they were together. That wasn't true. Sure she would be by herself when Daryl had to work, but after work he would be there. He wouldn't just go see her to have dinner and get a little sugar. He wanted to help, he could stay with the baby while she took a bath or something. She didn't have to be a stressed-out single mother with puke on her shirt and unkempt hair. She didn't have to be a single mother at all. He was willing to share responsibilities, she would just have to let him and everything would work out.
He was up for the challenge, he wasn't gonna run just because things got a little tough. If they would still be together when she gave birth (and they would be, he was sure of that), he would be in the kid's life right from the start, so he would try to be as "hands-on" as possible. The hardest part about it all would be to convince Jarah that he was willing and able to do it all. He would show her and over time she'd learn to trust that he was someone she could depend on and that he wasn't going anywhere.
"Oh man, thank the fucking Lord! Now you can stop being such a nervous wreck, baby brother." Merle was the first of the two brothers to spot the moving van coming down the street. Daryl felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and the dark rainy cloud that had been hovering over his head yesterday vanished into thin air.
The van had barely stopped when Daryl went up to the passenger side and opened the door to help Jarah get out. He felt like he hadn't seen her in ages. They kept staring into each others eyes for a moment, his hands on her hips, hers on his arms, she was lighting up the street with her smile, his was a little upward curve of the corners of his mouth, but Jarah still knew he was happy to see her. And he was, he wanted to crush her to him and kiss her til she went cross-eyed, but they had an audience, so looking was all they did.
"Pussy." Merle scoffed at his brothers reluctance to greet his girl properly. "Hey there, Shorty, looks like you got an upgrade for your milk bar, huh? You're a lucky son of a bitch, little brother!"
"Let me guess, that's gotta be Merle." Natalie came around the truck and Merle did a double-take. Damn that girl was even shorter than his brother's girl, but boy did she have curves in all the right places.
"The one and only. And who would you be, lil bit?"
"Natalie, nice to meet you." She stuck out her hand with a friendly smile. Merle didn't return the smile. Not because he didn't like her, but because he was too busy studying her. Still he shook her hand. Damn she was tiny.
"Why don't ya show Nat around the house? I gotta show Jarah something." Daryl said to Merle in passing, while he pulled a surprised Jarah into the house. She was surprised because this was the first time she had ever heard him say her name and it got her all fluttery.
Daryl pulled her straight to the nursery, not giving her time to take in the paint jobs Merle had done around the house.
"What did you wanna show me?" Jarah asked a little out of breath because of his brisk pace. His answer was to kick the door shut to whatever room they were in right now, she had no idea, and to push her up against the wall, his mouth on hers before the loud bang of the door slamming shut even echoed throughout the room.
His tongue immediately sought out hers and a deep groan resounded from his throat as he got his fix of what he'd been craving for 36 hours.
"Fucking glad you're back. Next time I'm comin'. Not doing this again." he pulled back only long enough to get the words out before firmly attaching his mouth back to hers, his hands roaming her neck, arms and sides.
Jarah let him go at it for a couple of minutes. She'd been surprised by how much she had really missed him and to see that he'd apparently felt the same way, felt unbelievably good. She kissed him right back with equal fervor, but eventually she had to gently push her hands against his chest.
"Sorry," she gasped for air when he released her lips, "little out of breath, here!"
"Sorry,... couldn't wait, I guess." he gave her a little smile and a little peck on the lips all the while taking her hands in his. Ever since the doula told him to keep an eye out for swelling of the face and hands, he checked them every day. Her face looked normal and a brush of his thumbs over the back of her fingers told him her hands were fine, too. They didn't feel tight and the ring she wore on her index finger could be moved around with ease.
"Feel good? No headaches?" His concern made Jarah smile, it was nice that somebody besides Natalie gave a shit. Natalie actually turned out to be one of Daryl's biggest fans. She'd damn near squealed with delight every time Daryl had texted Jarah to check if she was okay. She thought it was freaking adorable that he cared that much and had said over and over that Jarah deserved someone like him. She knew her best friend was in very good hands with Daryl.
"I feel great! Nat's family pampered me so much, it was ridiculous. And before you ask, I only had one coffee yesterday afternoon and none today and her sister made me a ton of pregnancy-friendly snacks."
"Good girl." he smiled down at her. "You look good. Here, take a look around. Did this yesterday." He stepped away from her and let her take in the room.
"Oh wow, it's just how I wanted it. It's perfect, Daryl. Thank you! Can't wait to get the rest done." she looked around in awe. She was in love with the colors. Daryl had done a great job and he was insanely proud of himself, because he could see how happy she was with his work by the look on her face.
"Yeah, once you're moved in we shouldn't waste any time in getting this done. It's not that long anymore and he might come early."
"You're right, but I hope he'll stay in there for at least another 10 weeks. You hear me in there? Can't come too early. I want you happy and healthy." she stroked her hands over her belly and smiled at Daryl. "Also there is still SO much that needs to be done. I need a crib, changing table, his first clothes, diapers, strollers, thermometer, bottles, formula, freaking everything. I didn't even realize how much stuff I still have to get until Nat's sister made me a list. I hadn't even thought about all the little things, yet."
"Formula?" Daryl looked at her questioningly. "You ain't gonna nurse?"
"No, not long-term. Only the first couple of days, maybe weeks. Gotta go back to work as soon as possible and I'll need other people to feed him and I just can't get into the whole pumping thing. Please don't judge."
"I ain't,..." Daryl grew quiet for a moment. It bothered him that she was planning on going back to work that quickly. He knew she'd worked in shifts, night shifts even from 8pm til 6am. How was she gonna pull that off with a newborn? Her boss didn't sound overly supportive either from some of the stories she'd told him. That was something they'd have to figure out in the near future. Now they had to focus on getting everything ready for the kid's arrival. "So you got a list of everything ya need?"
"Yeah, like three pages."
"'Kay, we'll take care of it one by one in the next couple of weeks."
"Gotta hit some second-hand stores. Can't buy everything brand new."
"Ain't your ex gonna pay for some of the stuff?" They were married and it's his kid, surely he would have to pay for at least half. If he made Jarah pay for everything himself, that Jackson guy was a bigger ass than Daryl had thought.
"He probably would, but I don't want his money. I put him in this situation, I put myself in this situation, so I'm gonna make it work on my own. Wouldn't be fair to make him pay."
"It's his kid, too!" Daryl argued.
"It is and if he willingly wants to cover some of the expenses once Jamie's born then I won't say no, but I won't ask for it. It's up to him." Jarah knew taking money from Jackson would be the easiest way to go, but like she'd said, it wouldn't be fair, because she was the one who left him.
"Fair enough. C'mon, let's check on Merle and your friend. It's too quiet, don't need them killing each other. Still need his help to get the stuff inside."
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Merle meanwhile accompanied Natalie into the house. Shamelessly admiring the view of her tight little ass.
"Tell me, Lil Bit, you from 'round here?"
"Name's Natalie and originally I'm from Alabama. Moved here 10 years ago for the job." she answered casually while looking around.
"You work with my brother's girl, right? How's an itty bitty thing like you, wrestle around all those old folks?"
"You know what they say, Merle. Dynamite comes in small packages." Nat winked at him grinning.
"Ain't that the truth. According to that you gotta be pretty damn explosive. Better watch out then, huh?" Merle was grinning right along with her. He could tell the girl had some fire, he liked her.
"Oh you have no idea! Already heard you were a troublemaker! Gonna keep my eye on you!"
"Oh yeah? Gonna whip my ass into shape if I don't behave around the love birds?"
"You can count on that. I'll have your balls on a silver platter." She threatened, but it was playful as she was still wearing that little grin on her face, which Merle found to be pretty sexy.
"Not a threat, Lil Bit. I'd still win, 'cause you'd have to touch them to get them off. I'd still die a grinning fool."
"You're nasty!" She laughed anyway, she had a twisted sense of humor, not unlike him.
"And you like it! Or you would have already kicked my nuts up into my stomach."
Natalie shook her head smiling, deciding to change the topic.
"So you painted this? Nice job, looks good. It's nice of you to help out."
"Well, girl's preggers and my baby brother's at work all day. I ain't got nothing to do and you gotta support new love, you know what I mean? Give them time to bang their brains out."
"How very sweet of you, but stop bullshitting me. Thought you weren't that supportive of them?" Natalie wasn't the type to beat around the bush.
"Aaah, I see you already DO know everything about me, yeah? Wasn't at first, gotta admit, I'm still kinda on the fence. Don't want the first girl he likes to use him, ya know? So maybe you can tell me, just between us, no bullshit. She just lookin' for someone to pay for the kid?"
"You do know that I'm her best friend right? What makes you think I won't lie to your face?" Natalie was curious why he would trust her to tell him the truth. They had just met after all.
"Dunno, you don't strike me as the lying-type, Lil Bit." Merle shrugged.
"Still, no matter what I'd say, you couldn't be sure either way. So guess you'll just have to wait and see! All I can say is, give her a chance. I got a question for you! Daryl's not a virgin, is he?"
"Why? Aw don't tell me they ain't done it yet. So I was supportin' new love for nothin'? Damn!"
"So he is? I mean he can't even hug her in front of us." Natalie had never seen a man that painfully shy, she still couldn't believe that a guy could be like that.
"Nah, he ain't a virgin. Just hasn't been with many girls and certainly never for more than one night."
"So, what's his deal?."
"He's just complicated, my little bro. Don't worry, he likes her. Should have seen him yesterday. No doubt that he's into her."
"I don't doubt that he's into her, just wondering what the deal is. You were the one who told her to cut him some slack in the bedroom, if I'm not mistaken. Just wanted you to clarify."
"Means, he doesn't have a whole lot of experience, is all. Don't have to take it that seriously. What about you? Got someone that takes care of you?"
"I do! His name is Bob!" Natalie grinned, wondering if Merle knew what it meant.
"Bob? What kinda name is that?" Merle sneered, he figured that she'd have a man, still it was disappointing.
"Oh, just a nickname. It's short for Battery-Operated Boyfriend."
It took a moment for the penny to drop, but once he got it Merle started roaring in laughter.
"Now I get it, Lil Bit! Boy, you're nasty!"
"And you like it!" she winked, throwing his words back at him, before she left the living area to check out the rest of the house.
She met up with Daryl and Jarah in the hallway when they exited the nursery.
"There you two are! The house is great, Jarah. It will be perfect for the little fella to grow up in. That the nursery?"
"Yeah, Daryl painted it yesterday. I absolutely love it. You like it?"
"I do, the colors are very you. It's got kind of a relaxing feel to it."
"Oh well, let's hope that Jamie will feel the same way!"
"I'm gonna grab Merle and unload the truck. Holler if ya need anything." Daryl squeezed her hand gently and left, leaving the girls alone to chatter.
"You said Merle was a troublemaker, but you didn't say he was HOT!"
Jarah did a double-take, she actually had to hold on to the wall so she wouldn't keel over in shock.
"WHAAAAAAT?"
"Oh come on, Jar-Jar. He might be an ass, but you gotta admit that he's attractive. Nice built, nice and masculine clear-cut face..."
"I know that you are into older guys, but still, I can't believe what I'm hearing here."
"Get over it, I think I found my next challenge!"
"You got your work cut out for you, that's for sure. But hey, have a crack at him, maybe he'll back off Daryl in the meantime."
"I'm sure I'd find a way or two to keep him busy." Nat waggled her eyebrows and Jarah laughed and shuddered at the same time.
"Don't think I want details on that one."
"Well though luck, sister! If it happens, you're gonna get 'em! Hey, we can compare notes, since they're brothers and everything!" she yelled after Jarah, who had fled the room.
"Ewwwwwww, just stop, for the love of God! Come on, let's make ourselves useful and clean a little!" Jarah no longer wanted to hear anything about Merle. She had enough images in her head to traumatize her for the rest of her life now.
Natalie grabbed some cleaning supplies while Jarah told the guys where to put the furniture they had brought from Mobile. On the drive back to Atlanta Jarah had decided where to put everything, it would save them the trouble of moving things around a couple of times and every bit of time they could save would be helpful.
A couple of hours later the back of the van was empty and the house started to look like a home. Jarah had even managed to unpack a couple of boxes, especially the kitchen stuff. Later they ordered some food and gathered around Jarah's new dining room table to eat. It felt nice, Jarah and Daryl were mostly quiet and held hands under the table while they watched Merle and Nat exchanged jibes and kept flirting in their own weird way.
It felt really nice, Jarah, Daryl and even Merle got a glimpse into what life could be like if they'd stick together. For Jarah it was an added bonus that Nat was there and really got along well with Daryl and especially Merle, much to Daryl's surprise. Jarah thought that they should get together like that more often, it was like their own little dysfunctional family.
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Moving week had turned out to be awful for Jarah. Her back had been hurting something awful even without getting the rest of packing done. She hadn't felt like doing anything at all, but she'd forced herself since she wanted the whole thing to be done with by Friday night. She and Daryl were planning on spending the weekend together and do fun things only, all weekend long, so she'd wanted to get everything unpacked at the house until then, no matter how much she was hurting.
She'd had some pieces of new furniture delivered to the house on Wednesday and Merle had helped her set it up in exchange for a home cooked meal and a beer. They were all working their asses off, although there was no need to rush (she could have kept her apartment for a week or so longer), Daryl and Nat knew that Jarah wanted to be useful and help as much as she could, but that would only turn out to be more difficult the longer they drew this out, the back pains wouldn't get better in the next couple of weeks. If anything it would get even worse.
Thursday night when Daryl had finished his work he looked around her apartment and noticed that the only things left were her couch, her bed, clothes, her TV, a couple of shelves and her everyday necessities.
"Call Nat, I'm gonna call Merle, we're doing this tonight!" he announced as he poked his head into the kitchen where Jarah was fixing him a sandwich.
"Are you kidding? Please tell me you're kidding. I just wanna get off my feet. I'm dying here!" It wasn't like her to whine, but she was reaching her breaking point. She had two doctors appointments today and a nurse had tortured her with a needle, trying to get a blood sample, but she hadn't found a vein. After 15 minutes of trying and shoving the needle into Jarah's arm in three different places, she had to get the doctor and even he had to try twice by sticking the needle into the back of her hand. It had hurt like a bitch and Jarah had just wanted to curl up and cry. She'd always had that problem, her entire life there had only been one or two professionals had been able to get blood out of her on their first try. Daryl had nearly had a heart attack when he checked her hands for swelling and found the back of her right hand in an unhealthy shade of dark purple mixed with the shade of green of a fading bruise.
Daryl went over to her and cradled her face in his hands. She looked ready to fall asleep right then and there, but if they did this now, she could take the whole Friday to unpack and get settled and their weekend would be free.
"You wanna get this done, right?" his thumbs gently brushed along the dark circles underneath her eyes.
"I do, but right now? I just wanna drop to the floor and cry."
"Nonsense. You don't have to do much. Just throw the rest of your stuff in some boxes. Nat will help ya and Merle and I'll take care of the rest. Nat's got her day off tomorrow, she'll help ya unpack and y'all can have your girls night you keep chattin' about. Just think about that."
"'Kay, I'll make the call!" There was no use in arguing with Daryl, she knew he was right and the image of her and Nat sipping cocktails, non-alcoholic for her of course, on her couch tomorrow night was very appealing.
"Good." He kissed her gently and picked up her cell phone from the counter to hand it to her. She got one more kiss before he went into the bedroom to start taking apart her bed.
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About an hour later they were all hard at work and it and three hours later they plopped down on the couch that was now standing in the new living room.
"I am so sleeping in tomorrow, thank God the worst is over." Natalie yawned as she rested her head against the back of Jarah's couch.
"Awww, I'm hurt, Lil Bit. Calling seeing me every night 'the worst'?" Merle nudged her with his elbow with a grin.
"How are you still in such a good mood? To have your stamina..." Natalie muttered with another yawn, she was too tired for a clever comeback.
"You have no idea, Ol' Merle can last a loooong time!"
Daryl meanwhile looked down at Jarah whose head was resting against his shoulder.
"Hey, grab some of your stuff. You're staying with me tonight. Not gonna leave you in this mess of boxes. How'd you fit all that into that apartment anyway? Didn't look that much."
"I'm good at fitting stuff in small spaces. Anyone know where my bathroom stuff went?"
"Bathroom, I guess!" Natalie muttered and Jarah waddled into the bathroom to check. She found her toothbrush and lotions and vitamins and just grabbed the little bag it was all in and went back out to the living room.
"Let's go now, please or I'll just drop to the floor." This time it was her turn to yawn and she was happy that Daryl immediately dragged her out to his truck. She passed out as soon as he'd closed the door.
He felt a little bad, he'd pushed her too much today, he knew that, but now the hard part was behind them. She could sleep in and then start unpacking and he knew she was looking forward to decoratin the house and all that shit. She'd be much happier and probably grateful by tomorrow night.
"Hey Daryl, wait up!" Natalie jogged up to him and spoke quietly, so Merle wouldn't hear. "Make sure that she rests on her left side a lot. Legs bent, one pillow between her knees and one under her belly. I know she's out like a light, but still, if you're gonna have sex, no regular missionary, she shouldn't be flat on her back anymore, keep it elevated!"
"Jesus Nat..." Daryl's eyes widened, he didn't know what to say to that.
"Relax, we're all adults here! Now go take her home, she needs to lay down. Remember what I said. Left side!" And with that she hopped into her own car to leave.
Only a couple of minutes later he carried her up into his apartment and straight into his room to lay her on the bed. After tucking her in and making sure she was in the right position he stood next to the bed, not knowing what to do. Would she be mad or think badly of him if he laid down with her? He wasn't sure. He didn't want to risk it so he grabbed a pillow and went to the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch. Merle had gone to the bar for a drink, when he got back he'd just have to sleep on the floor for once.
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"The fuck are you doin, boy?" Merle kicked the couch, startling his younger brother awake.
"Sleeping, what does it look like?"
"Why out here? Why aren't ya with ya girl in there? She kick ya out?"
"Nah, she's out cold. Thought she might prefer me staying out here." Daryl was embarrassed when Merle laughed in his face.
"You could have played both parts in Dumb & Dumber, little bro! Just how stupid can ya be? If she wakes up alone all she's gonna think is how you don't wanna be with her! Damn, really makes me wonder how that shit is gonna work out with the two of ya. Can't even sleep in the same bed. Get in there, or I'll kick ya teeth in!" he kicked the couch once more for emphasis before Daryl grabbed his pillow and got up.
He went over into his bedroom quietly and shut the door behind him. Didn't need Merle to be able to look inside. Daryl put his pillow on the bed next to her, then he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. Should he undress? She wasn't undressed. And the rustling of the clothes might wake her. So his sleeveless shirt and his jeans would stay on his body for the night.
He laid down on his back, careful not to touch her or wake her up, but then he remembered that he hated sleeping on his back. He often rolled to the left side, like her or he ended up on his stomach. He shifted until he was facing her back. She was so close now. If it would be okay to put his arm around her while she slept? He always touched her belly when she was awake, so it was probably okay.
Daryl gently put his hand on her swollen belly and jumped when he heard her smile.
"Took you long enough."
"You're awake?"
"Yeah, my back is killing me. Did you really sleep on the couch?" There was amusement in her voice.
"Yeah, thought it was the right thing to do."
"You are so cute, I appreciate what you were trying to do, but you're brother's right, I prefer having you in here with me." She removed the pillows that were supporting her body and rolled over to her right side to face him.
"Thank you for doing this." She held up one of the pillows. "How'd you know?"
"Nat told me before we left. Said you shouldn't be flat on your back. Want me to give you a back rub?"
"That would be awesome. But I think we'll have to find another position for that today that the one we usually use. I feel like I wanna kneel, brace myself against the headboard, stretch my back out a little. Can we give that a try?"
Daryl suddenly experienced a rush as he was hit with kind of a deja-vu. She'd be in front of him, practically on all fours, just like in that dream he had once. That seemed like ages ago now. Back then he hadn't even known her name, wouldn't ever have thought that she'd give him the time of day and now here they were.
"Yeah, anythin' you want!" he swallowed hard before answering. At least he knew that she didn't mind at all whenever he got a boner during their time together, 'cause he was sure there'd be no way to keep it from happening this time. He knelt up and helped her to sit up. She took a moment before she got into a kneeling position herself so she wouldn't get dizzy.
She turned around to face the headboard and pulled off her sweater, followed by her tank top, leaving her in her black lace bra and capri leggings. She grabbed some pillows and propped them underneath her belly for support, then she leaned forward and braced herself by resting her arms on the wooden headboard.
She moved around a little, pushing back against him, rotating her hips a little and then getting back to her initial position. She was just stretching her back out a little, like she'd said she wanted to do, but to Daryl it was pure sex. From behind you couldn't tell that she was pregnant at all. Her lithe body was all soft skin and subtle curves. The way her waist flared out into the now more pronounced curve of her hips made his mouth water. Her perfectly round ass looked fantastic up in the air, wrapped up in those tight leggings and her black lace panties peeked out ever so slightly from under the waistband. The view she was giving him was the sexiest thing he had ever seen and he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning out loud. This right here was all the porn he would ever need, his cock was already straining against the fabric of his old, worn out jeans and he hadn't even touched her. He wished he could take a picture of this moment and make it last forever, but he was sure she probably wouldn't appreciate him whipping out his phone right now.
Instead he smoothed his hands over her butt, his fingers itching to pull the leggings down as they passed their waistband, an image of him sinking his teeth into the supple flesh of her butt cheek was flashing through his mind, resulting in his cock giving a little jump.
He slid his hands to her hips, gripping them firmly as his thumbs pressed into the muscles of her lower back on either side of her spine. Jarah arched her back and bucked her hips back against him in response, a low moan escaping her.
"Oooh, that's goooood."
"Yeah? Pressure okay?" his voice was hoarse, sending shivers down her back.
"Perfect! Mmmm, keep going. It feels so good."
Sweet lord, the way she was moaning made his dick twitch uncontrollably. In the back of his mind a little voice told him that he was being a dirty pervert for turning an innocent little back rub into something sexual. He decided not to listen, he couldn't help it anyway. His girl was the sexiest woman on the planet and he'd always been powerless in the fight against the things she was doing to him. Thank fucking God, or he might have never taken her up on her invitation a couple a weeks ago. He just gripped her hips a little tighter, keeping her ass pressed against his crotch a little longer than necessary here and there, fighting the urge to just hold her in place and dry-hump her until he reached completion.
Jarah was completely oblivious to what was going on with Daryl in that moment. She was in her own world. The pillows supported the weight of her belly, making her back feel lighter and the pressure Daryl was applying with his thumbs felt just heavenly, she could feel the knots of tension loosening bit by bit and could have cried with relief. She kept moving her hips back and forth and wriggling them from side to side, feeling that it helped working out some of the tension in her pelvis, unaware of what it was doing to the man behind her.
She was killing him, he didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or if it was purely accidental, but her ass massaged his dick in the best way and that paired with the view he had and her moans was driving him crazy and he pushed up against her harder without being able to control it. His breathing grew labored and a telltale twitch in his balls shocked him into gripping her hard and holding her in place.
"Jarah stop! God stop, woman!" he ground out between firmly pressed together teeth.
She got startled out of her own world of delicious relief and frowned when she noticed that he sounded weird.
"Daryl, what..." and suddenly she froze and her eyes widened. She could feel his pants spasming against her thinly covered backside as Daryl was releasing a staccato of quiet suppressed groans in time with each spasm. But she was sure that it wasn't his pants that was doing the spasming.
It stopped eventually and Jarah knelt upright, keeping her back to him.
"Did you just..." She was curious and a little confused. She'd been so spaced out, caught up in her own sensations that she hadn't noticed that her movements had riled him up like that.
"Fuck!" Daryl cursed and jumped off the bed. He didn't dare look at her, he was deeply embarrassed. Looking over her shoulder she saw him yank some clothes out of his closet before he all but fled from the room.
"Great job, Jarah. God you're stupid!" She muttered out loud. She couldn't believe it. For almost three weeks she had longed for this moment and now she'd made him cum without even noticing that it was happening? The worst thing was that he'd seemed mad. He probably hadn't been ready yet. He still hadn't made much of a move to take the next step with her and now she'd inadvertently forced him to.
'Jarah stop!' She remembered him saying it now. Holy shit, he'd asked her to stop. For how long before she had noticed? Damn, she'd fucked up big time.
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AN: Thank you for reading! Welcome to my new followers and thanks to everyone who favorited. Looks like we'll get another Daryl-less episode so hopefully this chapter will help some of you to ease the withdrawal symptoms.
The next chapter might be up as early as tomorrow. I am on a roll right now, writing-wise. I'm having way too much fun writing this story.
NanamiYatsumaki: Your wish is my command, lol. Daryl hanging out with his friends will come up in the next chapter if everything goes according to plan. Thank you so much for reviewing.
mamareadstomuch2: Thank you for your review. I know I am torturing us all with the wait, but trust me, we are almost there, as evident by the end of the chapter;-) And don't worry we will find out what Daryl will think about the epidural, they still have her birth plan worksheet to work through.
scoobydoo0811: Weeeell, sorry, not too much happened while she was gone, just some thinking on Daryl's part, but I hope that little something at the end kept you from dying on me too soon, lol. Hang on, they are getting there;-) Sexy times ahead, I promise. Thank you for reviewing.