I wrote a little flashback for you guys to hold you over until the premiere. Less than a week away now! Can you tell I'm excited?
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I watched the Beamer rumble down the gravel of our private drive. There was a warm summer breeze cutting through the Georgia humidity. The wrap-around porch was swaddled in the last bits of sunlight as it was setting.
My last weekend in Austell and my father had some seminar to go to in Atlanta. It was fine, really. I decided I would spend my weekend the way I actually wanted to.
With Daryl.
As if on cue, Daryl's beat up old truck pulled up in the driveway. I briefly imagined he had been waiting by the road to watch them leave. He kicked the driver's door shut and sauntered up to the stairs. "Thought they'd never leave." He mumbled. He slipped a hand around to my hip and pulled me into his chest.
"What's this?" I giggled, swiping my finger though a glob of white on his cheek.
"Juss got done paintin' the Anderson's fence." He shrugged, wiping his hand over his cheek and smearing the paint worse. "Needed beer money."
"Not here you don't." I smirked at him. "Fridge is full and they left me with grocery money. I was hoping you would help me fire up the grill. I have flank steaks defrosted already."
"Say that again, princess." He growled, close to my ear, nipping it gently. He had obviously not shaved and his scruff tickled my chin.
"Which part?"
"Flank steaks? Grill? Beer?" He paused between points to kiss my bare neck.
"Baby, there's cold beer in the fridge and I need you to put these flank steaks on the grill for me." I purred.
He slipped his hands down to my ass and squeezed, grinding me into his hardening bulge. His lips crushed mine and begged for entry, his tongue snaking with mine and making me weak. "Let's go."
"How did your interview go?" I asked over dinner. Daryl looked uncomfortable at the dining room table. I had only set two places close to the end of the table, right by the kitchen but the dining room was huge and he shifted awkwardly to adjust to the sheer size of the table. I had set some candles in the center and poured myself some red wine, but Daryl had decided to stick with beer.
"Practically laughed at me. Ain't got no degree, no experience, and to top it all off, I'm a Dixon."
"You would have had a degree if you had ever gone to class." I muttered. "I can talk to daddy. He always needs engineers."
"Ain't workin' fer yer father." He scoffed. "Ye can't even tell him 'bout us. What's it gon' look like when ye ask him ta give me a job?"
"It was just a suggestion."
"Don' need yer charity."
"You could always come to New York." I practically whispered.
"Are ye kiddin'? What the fuck would I do there? I don' belong anywhere. Not even here."
All I wanted to do was cry that he belonged with me and I didn't want to leave him. But he was Daryl and I was the exact opposite.
"Merle's comin' home soon. He called me today." He had changed the subject.
"That's good." I lied. Merle was nothing but trouble, dragging Daryl down. Daryl didn't know that. If I opened my mouth, he'd run for the door.
"Pops didn't think so. Kinda hung up on 'im."
I glanced up at him over the candle's dancing flame and watched him eat as though it was his last meal. He was like an injured animal. I wanted to take him in and care for him, all he wanted to do is run away.
"What do you wanna do next?" I asked. "Swimming, play pool, maybe a movie?"
"Ye know that ain't why ye asked me here, girl." He raised a brow and chuckled.
"Right."
"Ye wanted ta play house. Ye know what people do on honeymoons, right?"
"Let me clean up the kitchen, get the dishes done first. Then we'll go upstairs."
"Yes, ma'am." He smirked.
He helped me clear the table and get the dishes to the sink before he kissed my hair and went to the verandah to have a smoke. I diligently finished the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. By the time I got finished, I was soaked.
I headed for the stairs but firm hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards, spinning me until my back pressed into the wall. His lips were dominating mine in seconds. I moaned and let him take over my senses.
"Where ye want me?" He rasped, obviously trying to control himself from taking me here and now on the stair case.
"Upstairs. Last room on the hall." I smirked.
He wrapped my thighs around his hips and carried me up the stairs and followed my instructions. His intake of breath upon opening the door told me that he realized where we were. "Yer parent's room?"
"Problem, Dare?" I challenged, grasping his hardness firmly in my hand. He growled and any inhibitions he may have had went out the window as he crossed the room and flung me on the bed. I giggled as my back hit the mattress and he began to strip. His dirty flannel shirt was the first thing to go, followed quickly by his jeans.
He pounced on me, lifting my shirt and kissing just above my panties before ripping both them and my jeans off. I leaned up and threw my shirt off, tossing my bra close behind it and pulling at my own tight, hardened nipples. It wasn't long before his tongue delved into the folds of my hot core. I watched in fascination as he grabbed my ankles and threw them over his shoulders. He wrapped his lips around my clit and hummed, causing me to jump. His glanced up at me and wrapped his arms under my knees and over my thighs so his hands sat firmly on my groin, holding me still.
I leaned back, still toying with my own breasts as I bucked against his mouth, letting his oral pleasure completely envelope me.
He spun maddening circles around my clit, lapping and suckling on my sensitive, swollen little nub. My thighs clamped like a vice on his face and he moaned. I eased up, trying to gain composure as the first wave hit me. "Oh, fucking shit." I groaned. "Don't fucking stop." My hands caught in his hair as I held him in place. He kept swirling and sucking, adding his teeth to the mix until a second wave hit me and I released my thighs and let go of his hair.
He pulled back, wiping his mouth and crawling up my naked torso, kissing and nipping at me on his way up. "Ye good?"
"Never better."
His lips pressed to mine in a bruising kiss. I felt him shift beneath my knees as he hovered over me. He slid into me in one quick thrust and grunted as I squealed at the feeling of him filling me completely.
The thumping of his engorged length inside of my clenching hole told me he wouldn't need long. I reached for my clit and circled it furiously to heighten my stimulation and bring on my impending orgasm. "Aw, fuck." He huffed, baring down and quickening his pace. His balls were slapping my ass as he held my hip with one hand, pulling me up to meet his hips. "God damn, baby. Yer so fuckin' tight." He muttered. I was still playing with myself, I began to spasm, setting off Daryl's orgasm as well.
"God, I fucking love you!" I mumbled as I came spiraling down from my endorphin high.
Suddenly, Daryl stilled and rolled off of me. I knew instantly what a mistake I had made as he left the room to shower and was silent for the rest of the night.
"Where the fuck is he!?" It was undoubtedly my father's voice.
"Honey, calm down!" My mother tired to console him.
It was too late. He had barged in the room and seen Daryl's bare ass as he tried to grab his scattered clothing off the floor. It didn't help that I had his shirt and boxers on from the day before. "What the hell is this!?"
"Daddy! It's not what it looks like!" I squealed, getting between him and Daryl as Daryl tried to pull on his pants. I put my hands on daddy's chest, trying to keep his fists away far away from Dixon's face.
"What it looks like is that you let this trash in my house to defile my only daughter!" He fumed. "This is what you do when we leave town? Is this how we raised you?"
"Daddy, please!"
"No! Save it! The police will be here soon enough!"
"What? The police? What is going on?"
"Seems the safe downstairs has been broken into." He informed me, glaring at Daryl from over my shoulder. Daryl was leaning on my shoulder to support himself as he tried to fix his jeans.
"There are a few things missing." My mother added, seeming rather calm. I decided she probably had a few mimosas with breakfast.
I heard the sirens in the drive and could see fragments of the flashing lights from the window.
"Daryl." I whispered, turning to face him. He looked like a deer in headlights. "You didn't."
"Fuck no, I didn't. I was with you the whole time."
"Once a criminal, always a criminal. Dixon men are all the same." My dad mused. He pushed past me and grabbed Daryl's neck, ushering him down the stairs.
"Daddy! Stop! He didn't do anything wrong!"
"Like hell he didn't!"
"Get your hands offa me. I ain't did nothin'!" Daryl tried to wiggle free but daddy was determined.
The cops were already at the door, which was left wide open. "Got the offender right here, boys." Daddy said. He pushed Daryl forward and he fell to his knees at the cop's feet.
"He didn't do anything! This is all just a big mistake." I pleaded, on the verge of tears now.
"We found this in the truck outside. Look familiar?" One of the officers held up a brown paper bag. My father took it and opened it to reveal a few family heirlooms and a few stacks of large bills.
"Man, this is horse shit! Ye ain't got no warrant!" Daryl yelled, trying to stand. The cop pushed him back down by his shoulders.
"There's no way." I whimpered, trying not to believe it, to convince myself it wasn't true.
"Ye've got the wrong idea." Daryl tried to wriggle away but they grabbed his wrists and started reading him his rights as they clamped his arms in the iron locks. They managed to usher him to the car and get him in the backseat to usher him away.
"I talked him into not pressing charges." My mom sighed from the doorway.
"He didn't do it." I sobbed, the sound muffled by my tear stained pillow.
"I know." She sighed. I felt the bed shift under her weight and her hand gracing my lower back. "Your daddy is just trying to protect you."
I leaned up on my elbows, tilting my face up long enough to show her the pain on my face. "I love him, momma."
"I know you do, baby. That's why I won't say anything if you bail him out and leave with him tomorrow."