A/N: Lots of new followers and favorites – I love it! I hope to hear from some of you soon! I also love that you all weren't outraged with the ending of the last chapter. If Rick hadn't shown up when he did, things would have turned out MUCH worse for Lindsey. I'll be honest, I didn't hold back in this chapter – I went all out…hopefully you guys don't mind! ;)

Big, whopping thank yous to: WishfulThinker66, dropxdeadxjuliet, DarylDixon'sLover, holdinghisheart, mrsreedus69, wabi-sabi1090, sillygabby, MLP Mike, rocknrollprincess131, and Sweet Little Mary Sue.

In true WD fashion, my song choice this time around was 'Serpents' by Sharon Van Etten. Quite fitting, I think. :)

Enjoy!


Rick and Lindsey stared at the gray-eyed man in utter shock.

"No. We're not doing that," Rick simply stated.

Samuel grinned as he taunted Rick with his gun. "Oh, I think you are."

Rick shook his head vehemently. "No. Absolutely not."

"Shall I get Carl up here? Maybe he'd like to watch, too," Samuel suggested with a smirk.

Rick lurched forward, but Lindsey held him back. "You leave my son out of this, you sick fuck!"

Samuel put his hand up to signal for Rick to calm down. "Lindsey? Do you have anything to say?"

She stepped around Rick, and he noticed that with her heels they were almost the same height. She looked between the two men nervously. All Rick could think about was picking her up and taking her far away from this horrible place.

"Could I talk to Rick in private for a minute?" she asked quietly.

With an irritated sigh, Samuel took a step back. "I'll be right here. Don't even think about trying anything."

Lindsey gave him a nod of understanding and gripped Rick's arm as they walked to one corner of the room.

"I think we should take the deal," she whispered the moment he looked at her.

"What?" Rick hissed. "Lindsey, no-"

"You know what the alternative is, don't you?" she interrupted, her eyes dark with apprehension.

Dejectedly, Rick cocked his head to the side and swallowed the lump in his throat. "This isn't right, Lindsey. We- I can't do this to you."

Lindsey held his gaze with fierce intensity as she cradled his cheek in her hand. When she spoke, her voice wavered. "I love you, Rick. The circumstances may not be 'right,' but we are. We have to do this – I'll do whatever it takes to be with you."

Rick closed his eyes in an attempt to draw in some of her strength. He knew there was no getting out of this. Lindsey was right – if they wanted to be together again, this was the cost. Certainly the last thing he was going to do was leave her with Samuel.

"Okay," he mouthed, and then glanced at the man across the room. "Just stay focused and pretend he's not even here. Keep your eyes on me."

Lindsey nodded, trust rich in her gaze.

As the twosome turned back, Samuel raised his brows. "So, what'll it be?"

"We'll do it," Rick muttered. Hating to ask the question, he said, "You give us your word that we do this one thing, and you'll back off for good?"

Samuel put up his hands. "For what it's worth, yes – I give you my word."

Uncomfortable silence descended upon the room. Rick snuck a peek at Lindsey out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was staring at the floor.

"Is- is there a certain way you want us to do this?" she questioned Samuel awkwardly. Rick's heart broke for her; she didn't deserve to be subjected to this kind of lewd treatment.

Samuel sat in a leather chair by the door and placed his handgun on the arm. "Just do what comes naturally. You can start whenever you'd like," he said with a shrug.

Rick clenched his jaw and turned to face Lindsey. Her thundering heart was visible even from the outside of her chest. Inadvertently, that brought his eyes to the red lace that partially covered her breasts. He admired how they swelled out of the cups of her bra, forming the perfect cleavage. Sliding his hand over her shoulder and cupping the back of her neck, he pulled her close. He buried his face in her golden hair and pressed his lips to her ear.

"I'm right here, Linds. You'll be okay…I promise."

Lindsey moved her face to look at him and gave him the slightest of smiles. She circled her arms around his waist before gently gripping the back of his shirt. Rick brushed her lips with his own, deepening the kiss only when she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He let his hands wander over her body and was met with miles of silky skin. He did feel guilty that she had such little clothing on, but if he needed to make the best of this shitty situation, he had to admit – she looked so fucking sexy.

From the other side of the room, a creak resounded, snapping Rick out of his lusty haze. He tried to focus on Lindsey's sweet taste and the warmth radiating off her skin, but was perpetually distracted. With a quiet grunt, he broke the kiss and dropped his head.

"Having a hard time getting there? It happens to the best of us, Rick," Samuel said from his chair. Rick flicked his eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. "Lindsey, honey, I think he needs to relax. Why don't you help him out?"

"W-what do you want me to do?" she mumbled, and Rick had to fight the urge to throttle Samuel for putting that unmistakable fear in her voice.

The man gestured to a matching leather chair by the bed. "Rick, take a seat." Samuel stared at Lindsey expectantly and she glowered back. "Well? Dance for him."

Lindsey's wide, brown eyes met Rick's blue ones, and he shook his head. "You don't have to do this."

She bit her lip thoughtfully and spun to look at Samuel. "Do you have anything to drink?"

The man chuckled. "Of course, honey." He opened a cabinet by his chair, withdrawing three cups and a decanter filled with caramel-colored liquid. He poured each of them a drink and held theirs out. "This should help with the stage fright."

Rick began to sip the spicy liquor, but paused to watch Lindsey over the rim of his glass. She threw back the entire drink, swallowing it in one gulp. After releasing a ragged cough, she clunked the empty glass onto a nearby end table. Lindsey combed her fingers through her hair and began to move her hips in slow, undulating circles.

Quickly, Rick finished the remainder of his drink. He rested his hands on the arms of the chair and looked up at the stunning woman before him. As much as he didn't want Lindsey to have to do this, the point was for him to relax. She was doing her part – he needed to do his.

It seemed like she was listening to a song inside of her head because her hips swayed in a smooth, rhythmic motion. Rick allowed his gaze to wander over her – from her hooded eyes and parted lips, to her shapely breasts and flat stomach. She skimmed her own hands over her chest, down her waist, and settled them on her slightly rounded hips. If she kept this up, he would have no problem getting aroused.

Suddenly, Lindsey moved closer, leaning over the chair to rub against him. He exhaled a shaky breath as she turned and gave him a view of her backside. The lacy panties barely covered her and the sight of her perfectly shaped ass was almost too much for him. Lindsey took it a step further when she wound up sitting in his lap, grinding her backside against his concealed erection. Firmly, he squeezed the arms of the chair.

"For God's sake, Rick. She's not some cheap stripper – you can touch her," Samuel said out of the blue.

Rick gritted his teeth at the unwelcome interruption, but had no problem doing what the man said. He gripped Lindsey's hips and pulled her tighter against his arousal. She leaned back, stretching out her lithe body. Rick pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, and she let out a sweet sigh. He kissed up behind her ear and whispered, "You are so beautiful, Lindsey."

The heady combination of alcohol, adrenaline and lust rushed through his veins. She moved over him, her body sinfully smooth under his hands. At that point, all he could think about was getting inside of her.

Lindsey must have read his mind, because she stood and offered him her hand. He took it and she hauled him upright. Rick tried his damndest to ignore the prying eyes and concentrated on the woman in front of him – his woman. He fully intended to show Samuel that that was the case.

Rick pulled Lindsey into his arms, kissing her once again. He wove his fingers through the length of her soft hair, and then slipped his fingertips under her bra strap. He hesitated, but Lindsey took over. With a swift hand, she reached around and unsnapped the entire top, sliding the straps down her arms. Rick tightened his hold, pressing her chest against his so Samuel couldn't see her. He continued to kiss her thoroughly, stroking his fingertips down the curve of her spine, and let them linger at the waistband of her panties.

Lindsey tried to step back, and Rick grudgingly let go of her. She flattened her hands over his chest and began releasing the snaps on his shirt. He shrugged off the tattered material, letting it fall to the floor. He took a moment to admire the shadowy features on Lindsey's face. With a hint of color spread across her cheeks and eyes glassy in the dim light, he assumed that the alcohol was having a strong effect on her as well.

Sinuously, she moved toward the bed, clasping his hand behind her. She lied back on the comforter and gazed up at him in anticipation. Rick could feel Samuel's eyes on her body. He'd tried to keep her out of the other man's path of sight, but she didn't seem to care. It wasn't like this was the first time she'd been naked in front of a man, so if she wasn't worried about it, then he'd let it go.

With hunger in his gaze, Rick deftly removed her heels. He slid his hands up her right leg and slipped off the stocking. As he reached for the other, she rubbed her thighs together restlessly. After getting a slight nod, he curled his fingers into the sides of her lacy panties and tugged them down her bare legs. Lying before him completely nude, Rick appreciated the image she made with her hair spread in a halo around her pretty face, like some kind of wicked angel.

Now Rick figured that it was only fair for him to bare all. Lindsey chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him unbuckle his belt. He popped open the button and unzipped his fly. With a nervous gulp, he peeled off his bottom half of clothing. Apparently, his uneasiness was obvious to Lindsey, because she instantly reached for his hand. She parted her legs, and he settled on top of her.

Abruptly, Samuel cleared his throat, and Rick rolled his eyes in frustration. "Almost forgot," the other man said, "condoms are in the drawer. Don't need any mistakes right now..."

You have no idea, Rick thought as he swapped a meaningful glance with the woman under him. He shifted away from her and reached into the bedside drawer. Before he could open the small packet, Lindsey plucked it from his grasp. She ripped the foil and while looking between their bodies, slipped the condom over his hard length. What the hell had gotten into her? She'd never done that during any of their previous occasions – not that he minded the sudden change.

Lindsey smoothed a hand over his hair, gathering the strands at the back of his neck. She smiled up at him, and he knew she was ready. Gently, he pushed into her. Lindsey exhaled, not tearing her gaze from his. Rick thrust into her again and felt her tremble beneath him. He kept a slow pace, coaxing her to relax. Samuel sighed in annoyance.

"All right Rick, enough of this vanilla shit. She's not your wife so stop fucking her like she is! We saw her fight – you and I both know that she likes it rough."

Rick bit down on a surge of vulgarities he wanted to spew at the man for disrespecting Lindsey. His chest heaved in anger as she rested a calming hand on his cheek.

"Forget him, Rick. Let the bastard watch," Lindsey whispered just loud enough for only him to hear. She tugged his head down and touched her lips to his ear. "Fuck me like you mean it – I want you to…"

Rick gathered her legs around his waist and sat back, lifting her into his lap. Lindsey eased down onto him, shivering at the new and exciting angle. He wound her blonde locks around his hand and kissed the soft skin on her neck. Lindsey moaned faintly as she sank down deeper, and Rick wrapped his other arm around her waist. He grazed his lips along her jaw and nipped at her mouth. Roughly, he raised her hips and dragged her back down, burying his full length inside of her. The demanding movement elicited a harsh cry from the back of Lindsey's throat. Rick refused to let up – he was ready for this to be over, but wanted to make sure she got what she needed before he did.

Urgently, he enclosed her in his arms and flipped her onto her back. He drove deeply, making her cry out over and over. As Lindsey's damp body quaked with her unforgiving release, Rick pushed into her one final time. With a hoarse groan, he clutched the comforter next to her head.

Staying over her, he weakly supported himself so she wouldn't be crushed. Lindsey gasped for air, her eyes clearing as she looked up at him. Rick studied her face as he fought to catch his breath, as well.

"Get yourselves cleaned up, and then you're free to go," Samuel said as he took a sip from his drink.

Rick and Lindsey rushed to put on their clothes – she was back to her sports bra and jeans – and Rick outstretched his hand to her. As they were walking past Samuel, he stopped Lindsey. Rick gripped her hand tighter, ready to put the man down if he made any sort of move toward her. Instead, Samuel simply gave her a grin and said, "That was quite the show, honey."

With a bitter glare, Rick pulled her out of the room. As they exited Samuel's living quarters, they overheard the man asking for Claire. Rick felt sorry for the woman, but he was leaving with Lindsey – and that was all that mattered to him.