Hi Everyone, Athlete Girl Here! Upsgirl88 has done a PHENOMENAL job with Safe Harbour, right? She set up Merle so perfectly that once I recovered from the red hot Caryl I thought 'Hmmmmm, wonder what my Merle is up to while Daryl's out of town?"
So this is an OPTIONAL Meth chapter counterpart to Safe Harbour, but it has absolutely no bearing on Safe Harbour and is totally find as a stand alone one shot.
Merle Entertains Himself
Merle woke up naked on the couch, the taste of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey in the back of his throat. He sat up and took a look around, moving slowly so he wouldn't get dizzy from his crushing hangover. He confirmed that he was indeed in his own living room then wondered what day it was. Work at the shop had been slow the last few weeks so the boss had given him three days off….but how many days ago was that?. It had to have been at least a couple. The phone wasn't ringing off the hook so he figured he was either still within the three days or was fired by now.
He leaned back against the couch and scratched his balls as he combed his memory. He remembered the beginning of the first day – it was right after he'd dropped Daryl off for that pussy cruise. When Merle got back into town he dropped by Leroy's house to pick up party supplies (amphetamines, marijuana, oxycontin) and he hung around for a while. He and Leroy got a good buzz going then another couple guys showed up with a couple of cases of beer and they had a grand ole time until some tweakers showed up and started some shit. Merle didn't like meth heads to begin with because they were never fun to party with and these particular tweakers had stolen money from him a few months ago when he passed out on Leroy's front porch. He rubbed his face and grimaced at the pain that emanated from his split knuckles. Yep, looks like he and the tweakers had a go of it. He got up to take a whiz and found his pants on the floor. He checked through the pockets and found a bunch of crumpled bills, a book of matches, a cherry stem, a pair of women's panties and an ID and credit cards from one of the tweaker assholes. Merle figured he must have won the fight. This was confirmed when he also found crumpled receipts from the liquor store that night, all charged to the credit cards and signed in his hand.
He showered, dressed, shaved and brushed his teeth - time for coffee and painkillers. While the coffee was brewing he checked the calendar and confirmed that he was supposed to have been back to work today. He checked the clock, 10:30 AM. Fuck. He looked out the window to see that his bike was parked out front but Daryl's truck was gone. He called into work and told his boss that someone stole his brother's truck and that he needed the day off to find it. His boss didn't sound convinced but gave him the time. Merle made six slices of toast, buttered them heavily and crammed them into his mouth one by one, then swallowed some painkillers, washing them down with hot black coffee. Then he pondered the items in front of him. The matchbook was from a dive outside of the city limits. He remembered flashes of neon bar signs, playing pool with other bikers, and throwing some dice with the bartender. He needed to fill the gap between the dice and the panties.
He got on his bike and drove to the bar to find Daryl's truck parked crookedly in the side lot. The keys weren't in it so he went inside the bar. He vaguely remembered the bartender from the other night. The older man looked up and grinned when he saw Merle. "Was about to charge you for parking," he said. "Another couple of hours and the boss would have towed it." Merle gave him a curt nod. "Ya got the keys?" he asked the bartender. The bartender gave him a quizzical look and said, "I think yer old lady's got 'em." Merle glared at him. "Ain't got no old lady," he said. "Where's the keys?"
The bartender laughed at Merle's confusion and said, "Last time I saw 'em they was down the front of your new friend's top. And the way you two were goin' at it when ya left here I figure you're probably considered married in about ten states by now." Merle growled under his breath. He barely remembered pulling into his driveway at night and fumbling with a strange door handle. He replied, "I gotta go home and get some keys, I'll be back to get the truck." He paused, trying to regain some memory of the events. The bartender decided to help him. "That ole Lacey's got some miles on her and she never could tie no cherry stem with her tongue but bless her heart for tryin'. Y'aint the first guy to mow that lawn." Merle snorted and shook his head, walking towards the door. He stopped to look at a bulletin board of pictures and recognized the woman in several of them – she was in her late 40's and wore cheap revealing clothes favored by teenagers. She had stiffly sprayed black hair, heavy black eye makeup, and a big set of tits supported by a similar sized fat roll. He remembered her kissing him and grabbing his crotch at the pool table, her perfume overpowering him and her breath tasting like beer and garlic. He also remembered starting a heated game of 'hide the salami' in the mens' room before they got booted out.
At home he found Daryl's keys on the floor of his bedroom. Merle's bedding was rumpled with makeup smears on the pillows and sheets. He swore and pulled off all the bedding to find three used condoms on the floor close to the bed. At least I dodged the clap he thought. It was then that he heard the whining. Fuck, he thought. I forgot to feed Daryl's fucking dog. He strode to the front door to find a black and white border collie mix cowering on the porch. The dog was trembling and his tail thumped on the floor as he looked beseechingly at Merle. There were about 100 porcupine quills in Scout's face, neck and paws. Fuck every atom in the cocksucking universe thought Merle.
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By the time get got the truck and got to the vet clinic that Daryl used it was 5:30 PM and the 'Closed' sign was showing on the door. Pissed, Merle banged on the door. It opened to reveal a willowy beautiful brunette with bobbed hair, Merle put her in her late 20's. The name on her tag was 'Maggie'. She scowled when she saw the rough looking biker. "We're closed, " she said. Merle looked her up and down, she was a fine piece of ass that was for sure. He leaned into the doorjamb and gave her his million-dollar smile. "Think ya could make an exception Sugar?" he said smoothly, infusing his voice with the signature Merle Dixon charm. Maggie grimaced and looked disgusted. "Ew. No." she said, closing the door in his face. Merle swore then knocked again. Maggie opened it about six inches.
"I need ya to look at ma brother's dog," Merle said in exasperation. "Dumbass ran into a porcupine on my watch and ma brother's gonna be plenty upset if he finds out." Maggie sighed and Merle perked up when he heard a male voice calling behind her "Let them in Maggie, I have time." Maggie rolled her eyes and opened the door and Merle got Scout from the truck and carried him in. Maggie put him in a waiting room and got Scout's records from the file. Minutes later a kind looking man with grey hair and beard came in. He briefly looked at Merle and his eyebrows shot up. "Are you Daryl Dixon?" he asked. Merle shook his head curtly. "Nah, I'm his brother." The man looked at him steadily, taking in the split knuckles and biker clothes. Merle bristled. "I can pay," he said curtly, realizing that the old man had caught him thinking that he's put down the minimum and leave the rest of the bill for Daryl. Hershel nodded and looked at Scout who was still full of quills. "OK pup," Hershel said with resignation. "I can't promise that this will be pleasant." Then he turned towards the office to yell, "Maggie I need pliers and someone to assist." Maggie's voice floated through the open door, "I'm cleaning cages, have Beth do it." Hershel patiently waited because he knew Beth had heard and would come running because she always wanted to help. The blonde 18-year old bustled into the room with a couple of pairs of pliers and a bright smile. "I brought two sizes," she said cheerfully then she turned to the dog and exclaimed, "Oh no poor Scout!" She ran to the dog's side and the dog's tail worked furiously, they obviously recognized each other. "What happened boy, huh, what happened?" cooed Beth, rubbing Scout's shoulder soothingly. "I feel so bad for you, yes I feel bad. We'll get you fixed up, oh my good boy." Scout whined loudly in unison with Beth's ministrations and his tail slapped on the table furiously as he lost control of his bladder. Pathetic thought Merle. Then the girl raised her head to look at him and Merle forgot all about the dog. Fuck me he thought when he took in the heart shaped face, full lips and slightly curly blonde hair that had pulled out of her long braid.
Beth's smile illuminated her face as she looked at Merle. "Where's Daryl?" she asked curiously. Merle mentally shook himself and tried not to look down her shirt with her Daddy standing right next to her. "Vacation," he grunted. "Boy won a cruise. Be back Thursday." Beth turned to get disinfectant and cotton balls and put them on the table. She giggled. "Well I only see him once a year when he comes in for shots, but I really can't imagine Daryl sitting out on a ship sunbathing and playing shuffleboard. Are you his brother?" Hershel turned his back to them to grab some hemostats and Merle took the opportunity to lean into the table and flash her his second-best smile, he called it the Dixon special. "That I am Sugar, Merle Dixon," he purred. Her deep blue eyes opened in shock when she met his predatory gaze then they sparkled and she smiled in surprise, blushing. Tight and ripe for the pickin', thought Merle, holding her gaze. Hershel cleared his throat and she looked down. "Hold the dog Bethany," he ordered. He looked at Merle. "You can wait in the waiting room Mr. Dixon." Merle bobbed his head in assent and tried to catch another look at Beth but she kept her head down and focused on the dog.
Forty-five minutes and many yelps later Hershel opened the door. "You can come in Mr. Dixon," he said. Merle entered to find Scout sitting up on the table, bandages on his upper chest. He was leaning into Beth with his raw face upturned to hers and his tail was wagging furiously. "Yes so brave," she was saying in a singsong voice. "Such a good brave boy. Don't tell anyone about that cookie I gave you!" Scout whined loudly and cuddled closer, licking her face as she giggled. She looked up at Merle as he entered. "He was such a good boy," she said but Hershel began talking before Merle could reply. The directions included only soft food for one week because there were quills in his mouth. Keep disinfectant on the open sores on his head. Change the chest bandages in four days. And keep him inside so he stays clean. Merle humphed under his breath with the last order. Gotta share my space with that stink factory he thought.
Hershel nodded at Merle and told him that Beth would check him out, then left through the back door. He was audibly met by a cacophony of baying, barking and hissing from the kennels. Merle heard Maggie updating Hershel on cage cleaning then the door closed, leaving him and Beth in relative silence. Merle turned to look at the blonde. She was still holding Scout and looked at him curiously. "Can you put him on the floor?" she asked. "I'll get your bill." She scooted out the front door and Scout tried to follow her so she closed it behind her. Merle'a eyes followed her slim hips out the door then he looked at Scout. "Maybe you is good for sum'n," he carped. Merle stood for ten minutes waiting, wondering if he could just grab the dog and escape out the front door without paying, but he decided getting another look at that girl was more important.
Beth re-entered the room with a plastic bag marked "Greene Veterinary Clinic" that had cartoons of horses, dogs and cats on it. She was smiling but seemed a little bit nervous. She went on the other side of the table and faced Merle. She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and looked up to find him leaning forward to put his elbows on the table and leaning in to meet her eyes. She flushed and cleared her throat, emptying the bag onto the table. "OK, I have some antibiotic salve and bandages for the bandage change, and I threw in some disinfectant samples and cotton balls in case you didn't have any. He should come in for a recheck in four or five days just to make sure there's no infection. There's no charge for that. Also, he had ear mites, so you need to give him these drops twice per day for ten days. Massage it into the ear – he won't like it but it will cure it." She showed him each thing as she placed it into the bag. Her hands were long and slim, like artists hands, and they moved gracefully as she counted through the items. As she raised her eyes to meet his he leaned in a little closer. "And how much is this gonna cost me lil' girl?" he asked. She stilled for a moment, locked into his eyes, but then slid a sheet of paper with the same logo at the top over the table. "Um," she stuttered, "here's the bill." Never dropping his eyes from hers, Merle put his finger on the top of the paper and dragged it slowly to his side of the table. Come to daddy, he thought. He picked it up then looked down at it. "I got half now," he said, throwing the cash he had found earlier onto the table. "Ma brother give ya the rest when he comes back." Beth nodded mindlessly. "OK," she said softly, biting her bottom lip. Merle leaned in slightly and wanted to burst out in laughter when he saw her raise her chin slightly, as if in anticipation for a kiss. He kept his expression deadly serious, his eyes boring into hers. "Purty necklace ya got there," he rasped in his rough smokers voice. Beth's eyes dipped and her hand went to the fake gold half-heart pendant. "Mind tellin' me whose got other half?" Merle inquired, his eyes dropping to where the pendant hung above the V in her shirt. Beth nodded absently trying to remember her boyfriend's name and said weakly, "Um, yeah, Jimmy". Merle smiled widely. "Jimmy, huh? Must be a man of the world this Jimmy, ta have a purty girl like you." He licked his lips slowly and gently grasped the pendant as if to get a better look. "How old is this Jimmy?" he drawled softly. His voice was hoarse, kind of gravelly, and Beth suddenly found herself short of breath knowing that he was looking at her chest. She felt like she didn't have a shred of clothes on and she couldn't picture Jimmy's face at the moment. "Nineteen," she whispered. Merle raised his eyes to her parted lips. "Nineteen huh? Still a little wet behind the ears if y'ask me. Tell me this lil' girl, young Jimmy ever take ya on a motorcycle ride?" he asked, finally raising his eyes to hers. She shook her head faintly and answered, "No, I've never been on one." He paused, holding her gaze. "Shame. Good girl like you oughta let her hair down. That is, before ya hand it all over ta Jimmy." He grinned as he straightened and his bare arms flexed as he picked up Scout, who looked longingly at Beth over Merle's broad shoulder as Merle hoisted him out the door. Beth stood at the table in a daze. That man was definitely twice her age and powerfully built, almost like a boxer. His face was weathered but fit his rugged jaw and piercing blue eyes. He bulged out of his worn black leather vest, black wifebeater and black jeans and he had black boots on too….she was pretty sure she had just met Satan. And he had pulled the breath right out of her lungs.
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Three days later, Beth was working the front desk when she heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. When Merle walked in through the door she had to stop herself from bouncing on her toes. "Well hi Mr. Dixon," she said courteously (as she had been taught). Merle smiled like a crocodile and sauntered to the desk. "Hey there lil' miss," he rumbled. Beth flushed and she looked at the ground momentarily, unable to hold his gaze. Merle waited until her eyes came up and then he held them. "Got the rest of the bill here. Thought I'd bring it on in," he said in a gravelly voice that caused Beth to suddenly break into a sweat. Beth nodded unthinkingly then shook herself and settled the account. "Thank you," she said and Merle's magnetic eyes met hers. "Ain't no thang," he replied, pushing himself off of the counter. "Don't forget to bring Scout in for a recheck," she piped, her voice sounding high pitched to her own ears. Merle paused at the door. "Gotta work," he grunted. He had asked his boss for an advance on this weeks' pay just to come in to pay the bill today, he was hoping to get another good look at Beth. Beth nodded, knowing that the shorter hours clinic hours late in the week made it hard for people with day jobs to schedule. Her chin lifted as she returned his gaze. "Well if it helps tomorrow I can stop by and check him on my way to school," she heard herself offer. Merle's mouth dropped into a one sided half smile as he appraised her. "You do that sugar," he said slowly then strode out the door to his bike while pulling out his sunglasses. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and revved up the bike a few times more than necessary. Man he loved the sound of them pipes. Like a fucking mating call he thought. He backed the bike out grim-faced and put it into gear then checked his mirror. He laughed to himself as he pulled out into traffic. Come to daddy sweet thang he said to himself when he saw the big blue eye and shock of blonde bangs peeking around the front door at him.
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It had rained overnight and the summer air was uncharacteristically cool and fresh this morning. Beth drove to the address that Daryl had listed six months ago in the veterinary records. She pulled into a wooded piece of land off of the rural road that had a gravel driveway and a small house with a separate two-car garage. The yard was littered with tipped over lawn chairs, a beat up refrigerator and quite a few stray beer cans. She cleared her throat and made her way to the leaning porch, looking for signs of life. She didn't see any so she timidly knocked on the door.
She heard a bark from inside and waited a few minutes for the door to open. Scout shot out and cowered around her ankles while she made a fuss over him. After a few minutes the dog darted into the yard to do his business then returned to Beth's feet, hugging them with his body. Beth laughed and bent to stroke him when she heard a gruff voice from inside say, "You comin' in or what?". Beth straightened and said to Scout, "Well, let's go on in then!" and Scout readily led the charge. Beth walked into the door to find herself in a 1970's style kitchen with a battered linoleum floor and rust colored appliances. She smiled shyly at Merle who stood there in his work clothes. He had obviously just come out of the shower and his work shirt hung open to reveal a white wife beater underneath. He was drinking a cup of coffee and had obviously just worked his way through a couple of doughnuts because she saw that the box was in the garbage can. She looked at him shyly. "Hi," she said. Merle slugged down the rest of his cup of coffee and grumbled, "Hey yaself." Beth nodded, a bit put off, and turned her attention to Scout. She checked his face and chest, removing the bandages were inexpertly placed on his chest. She smiled to herself. Looks like he at least changed them she thought. She looked at Merle. "Daryl's not here?" she asked. Merle laughed a little at that, leaning back against the countertop. "Nope, got caught in a storm and won't be back for a couple days. Lucky bastard, stuck on a singles cruise surrounded by ass." At this declaration Beth giggled and glanced between Merle and Scout. She looked in Scout's ears and smelled them to see if the ear mite problem was resolving then spent a few minutes telling him what a good boy he was and sneaking him some treats out of her pocket. She did an unnecessary physical exam (which Scout thoroughly enjoyed) and finally realized that there was nothing else to keep her here.
She stood up to face Merle, leaning back against the counter opposite to the one propping him. She cleared her throat. "He looks good, Mr. Dixon, you've taken really good care of him. His wounds are healing and his ear mites are gone….. you seem to have plenty of meds left." She fell silent and her eyes dropped to the floor. After a few seconds she looked up to see him appraising her. She shrugged. "And I guess that's it," she said, seemingly deflated. "Just wanted to check and make sure y'all were ok.' Her hands fluttered nervously at her sides then she looked down at the ground awkwardly, biting her bottom lip. Here kitty kitty thought Merle as he pushed off of the counter and silently approached her. He stopped just in front of her, well into her personal space and stood silently until she looked up at him. Their faces were only inches apart. Fuck she smelled good. "Sure that's all you came for little girl?" he asked, his hoarse voice even more gravelly than usual. She was frozen, unable to look away from him. "Hmm?" he nudged, tilting his head slightly and leaning slightly inwards. He took in her dilated pupils and the pulse hammering in her throat as she lifted her head towards him in anticipation of a kiss. A grin flitted across his face and with painstaking slowness he circled the tip of her nose with his own nose then lightly brushed her lips with his slightly open mouth, keeping his eyes trained on hers. Beth could feel his breath in her mouth and her senses were overcome with his masculine smell - all sweat and motor oil and things she didn't recognize, a stark contrast to Jimmy's smell of soap and over applied body spray. Merle leaned in for another slight brush and he flicked his tongue into her mouth as he moved one hand around firmly squeeze her ass. Beth's body exploded with electricity and she was shocked to hear that she was making sounds she'd never made before. Whimpering. Merle moved forward so that the front of his body brushed hers and he felt her hands tentatively creep around his waist and up to his shoulders and hair. Beth marveled at how solid he was and that she was touching this powerful …..man. Merle's tongue flicked inside of her mouth again and she started, emitting a loud gasp. He chuckled against her lips. "Yeah this is what you came for," he said soothingly against her mouth and he waited for her mouth to capture his before he deepened his kiss.
He warmed her up real good, taking his time and moving slowly. When he felt her nails trailing down his back he stepped up his game. He removed one hand off of her ass and gently pulled her ponytail to expose the tender skin of her neck to him. The skin was creamy and pale with blue veins coursing underneath. Slow now don't spook 'er.He lowered the scruff of his whiskers to scrape against her skin, reveling in her gasp of surprise then used his tongue to thoroughly trace the hollows along the side of her neck. Beth was shaking, helpless to the flurry of sensations that consumed her, then sharply inhaled when his practiced fingers plucked the erect nipple through her shirt. Beth sagged against him, her knees turning into water. He continued to kiss her slowly and tease her nipple, teaching her tongue how to dart and play with his. She seemed to be a very willing learner and he was getting off on her growing confidence and the curiosity of her fingers tracing his muscles.
At this point Beth totally understood what it meant to be in heat. Warm rushes of liquid soaked her underwear and the ache in her nipples and between her legs was maddening. She wanted to touch his chest but he was too close so she dropped his hands hesitantly to his beltline. She wanted to feel his butt so bad but she chickened out and hung her thumbs in his belt loops. She knew she shouldn't be doing this but it felt so good just letting him dominate her. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the countertop and when his other hand plucked at the opposite hardened nipple she began to shake. Fine fuckin' titties and she's beggin' for more. Let's see how far church girl is ready to go today Merle thought. He pulled back slightly from her mouth and firmly pressed his hard on into her soft belly. Beth stiffened in surprise and instinctively pushed his hips away from hers. She was gasping and obviously was embarrassed by her knee jerk reaction to a real live penis. He studied her flushed face for a moment then grinned. "You messin' with a man now sugar," he admonished. Beth felt like she was burning up with a combination of want, shame and embarrassment. She was having a hard time catching her breath. "I can't...," she said. "We're not married." Merle kept his face close to hers and held her eyes. "No we ain't sugar," he said, studying her face. This one's panties were definitely in a wad. Time to let her do a little thinkin' bout what she's missin'. Merle abruptly stepped away from her and Beth was shaken by the sudden absence of him in her space. He crossed his thick arms across his chest and regarded her, making no effort to hide the sizeable bulge in his pants. "Guess you gonna hafta save all that foolin' around for ole Jimmy," he said. Her eyes darted around and found his face. "I'm sorry," she began to stutter. Merle interrupted her. "Prolly best for you to go on now," he said, bobbing his chin towards the door. She wanted to go back, for him to touch her some more - but she was the one who stopped it. Beth nodded uncertainly and slid off the counter, blindly grabbing her purse and walking out to her car. She started the car with shaking hands and when she got a mile down the road she pulled over to the side and sobbed with her forehead on the steering wheel, not having any idea what she was feeling right now.
Meanwhile Merle, still in the kitchen had unzipped his pants and was energetically beating off into a tissue. His cock swelled in his hands as he thought of the way those titties would bounce when he fucked her. Next time I'll be tastin' them titties he thought, and it pushed him over the edge. "Fuck yes lil girl," he grunted as he shot his load. After he came he wadded up the tissue and threw it away, looking out the side door. Where her car had been parked there was now empty space. Merle walked outside and checked the sky, looks like fine weather to ride the bike into work. As he dug his keys out of his pants he laughed. He knew he wasn't done with that little piece of heaven yet because as he had licked his way down her neck he looked – and she wasn't wearing that stupid necklace.
Thanks so much to upsgirl for being such a good sport, I just had a great time writing this. If anyone wants a second chapter I'm up for it! Please R&R, the last time I posted I only got 6 reviews and it really took the wind out of my sails. AG