He groaned as his door slammed open jarring him awake. He didn't even bother turning to look at who it was. Carol barely shifted against him her body pushing more into the curve of his own. He feigned sleep hoping Mac would just fuck off and leave him alone and let him sleep. It wasn't even daylight yet and it was to early for a fucking witch hunt. Hell he was pretty sure Hannah had yet to crawl out from under whatever man was laying it to her.
Carol shifted again and he cracked an eye open looking down their bodies. The blanket was pooled around their hips and barely covering his ass. If he moved and she just so happened to follow him like she always did then she was going to expose herself to Mac. His brother being the jackass he was wouldn't even bother to walk out.
Mac moved then and he felt a weight drop at his back. Mac's elbow connected with him just enough to know that he was there. Leaning back Mac braced his elbows over his brother bearing his weight down on him.
"Time to wake up princess." Mac chuckled, "Seriously get up." Something was there under Mac's tone that caught his attention.
Daryl turned and looking over his shoulder glared at his brother. There was enough light coming in from the cracked door that they could see each other. He wanted to slap him. He huffed at him and Mac grinned at him waggling his eyes brows and dragging his finger over his side. Daryl jerked away from him and Mac snorted.
"Ticklish bastard."
"Blow me."
"As delightful as I'm sure her perfectly shaped ass pressed tightly against your dick feels, brother, we got shit to do." Mac looked away then. "Besides Merle is down stairs now. The only thing saving you from him coming up here is that Sophia woke up and started talking to him. Fucking pussy is wrapped around her finger."
Carol arched against Daryl and caught his arm that was thrown over his head. Mac smirked at him and Daryl just arched a brow. The man thought she was still asleep but he could tell from the way she was pressing into him she very much wasn't. She drug his arm down and around her chest covering her breast. She intentionally made him palm her and he forced his face to stay neutral.
"As delightful as your compliment about my ass was Mac," She paused rolling over then Daryl's arm covering her still yet before her body molded to his again. He held in a groan at the way her hand slid down between them as she threw her leg up over his own. She was intentionally cradling him between her thighs. "Every damn one of you are wrapped around her finger. Get out."
"I'm hungry." He was being petulant and put more of his weight on Daryl. "Merle is already whining."
"You're grown men."
"Barely." Daryl coughed.
Mac looked down at him and sneered. He wasn't comfortable right now. Between the obvious tug of war that was taking place over him and the fact that he was naked he wanted to crawl in a hole.
"Your kid is hungry too." Mac chuckled. But his hand was now on Daryl's bicep, "Don't make me drag my bare assed brother out of this bed." He warned.
Carol's nails bit into his back and she just smiled up at Mac her face pressing into him more. Mac glared but his eyes flicked to her hand and the nails biting into the muscles of his back. He knew what was there and Mac grinned OF course he would find claw marks amusing. Again Daryl was seriously fucking uncomfortable with this. How the fuck had this shit turned to where Carol was comfortable having a full conversation with his brother. While they were both naked, her hand wrapped around his dick, and able to keep her voice even. It was weird. Mac wasn't even bothered. He wasn't even being a leering asshole which said a lot. But if she tightened her grip on him one more time to drag his already painfully hard erection against her pussy he was going to hit someone. He sure as fuck wasn't going to be talking right now.
Mac huffed and threw his hands in the air, "You're a bitch."
"You'll starve."
Mac stared at her and walked to the door, "I'll tell Karen you want to be friends."
"And I'll let Martinez know that you have a hello kitty pillow you snuggled all night."
"His ass would just lament about his jealousy over a stuffed cat, queer that he is." Mac stared at her his eyes shot to Daryl, "She's a bitch." There was no malice in his words but the door slammed behind him. He was barking walking down the stairs and Daryl grunted the second she shoved him over on his back.
"How long till he comes back?" Carol demanded.
Daryl looked towards the door where he could hear his brothers downstairs. His eyes snapped back to hers and she didn't waste any time. Her breath rushed out of her the same time she gripped him and lined herself up with him, his eyes widened as she slammed herself down on him. She barely took a second to get her breath back before she was bracing herself on his chest and riding him.
Carol dropped down over him her face pressing into the crook of his neck. Her movements never slowed a bit. Grasping her hips as they worked together he was trying to focus on what she was saying but it was hard to with the way she was wrapped around him. The way she kept pressing more and more into him like she could attach herself to him. With the way her hips rolled over his with abandon all while bearing down on him pulling him deeper inside her. Each movement from her pulled a guttural noise from him without his permission and still her words were rushing over his throat.
Pulling her tighter against him with an arm around her Daryl flipped them. Looking down at her and the way her body arched and pressed into him even as he towered over her. The way her hips met his greedily had his heart thundering. One of her hands was wrapped around his neck nails biting into the nape and the other gripping the headboard. Her eyes never left his, the pale blue swallowing him alive. Carol jerked him back down to her and devoured his mouth. All sounds other than their own dulled. She cried out seconds before he buried his head into her chest panting harshly trying to get his own breath back. Her hand was in his hair now soothing him as he shifted his hips and dropped his weight. He didn't give a fuck that Mac was waiting on him or Merle.
"I don't like when you're gone." Carol spoke quietly.
Cracking his eyes open he looked up at her from where his head laid between her breast. It was his favorite place to be. She smiled at him her nails scratching lightly in his hair. He arched a brow not bothering to talk. He wasn't sure he could at the moment and make sense.
"Sophia doesn't either or Brian. Merle turns into an even bigger dick and if Mac hadn't went with you I'm sure he would be a bastard too."
He closed his eyes. He couldn't argue that. He knew that his brothers were dicks but they were worse now and did not like separating at all. Merle had almost hit him when he'd gotten back here after Andrea ran him over. Nevermind that he'd been comatose because Merle just didn't give a fuck. He'd went and got hurt and then in Merle's eyes he'd not come home. That was enough to warrant getting hit. Causing Merle to worry at all was reason enough to get hit.
"I understand that sometimes you have too." Carol went on. "Just be careful."
"Always am."
Carol snorted, "Then make your brothers be careful too."
A loud crash downstairs had her eyes shooting to the door. Brian was yelling at Merle and Carol blew out a breath the second they heard Sophia yelling for her. He didn't want to move. The sun was just barely starting to lighten to the room and he was wore the fuck out. From everything with his brother and his bitch of a whatever the fuck Hannah was to Brian being sick and that woman they'd found. When he'd finally been able to fall into bed Carol had been relentless and took her worry and stress out on him. Not that he was complaining but he'd barely slept. He'd fell asleep maybe an hour and half ago. He should have known that Mac would wake him up, he was pretty fucking sure the man hadn't slept at all. He would have kept a vidil over Brian and Sophia as well. He would have stewed over the shit Hannah pulled and he'd be well on his way towards a full blown murder.
"I need to get down there."
Daryl hummed and shifted dropping face first onto the bed. He barely turned his head watching her set up. She snorted when his eyes followed her breast. Huffing he pushed himself up and swung around setting at the edge of the bed. He ignored the way her fingers trailed over the nail marks on him and the way they moved onto the scars littering his body. If he paid attention she wasn't getting out of the bed. Hell if he could have slept he'd be happy with that but he was't sure she'd let him if she stayed here with him.
"GET THE FUCK UP!" Merle barked.
Daryl shot her a look and pushed himself standing. He was half way dressed before she ever moved from the bed. She wasn't a bit shy in front of him as she stood up arched into a cat like stretch. Though the first time he'd ever laid eyes on her he knew right then this woman wasn't shy. It didn't matter that Sophia told him that she was abused- almost to the point of breaking. No the woman he'd met and was standing before him completely bare was worlds away from whatever that bastard tried to make.
"What's the look for?"
He shook his head and grabbed his belt. She was grabbing clothes but he didn't look at her. If he kept watching her he was going to only cause his ass to get bitched at by Merle. No doubt he was going to be on Mac detail. How Merle thought he would keep the man from truly blowing up he wasn't sure. Hell he wanted to slap Hannah for the shit she'd done. It wasn't bad enough she tried to lead his brother around by his dick but to treat his nephew like shit, still...well that was unforgivable.
He blew out a breath and walked to the door. "You don't know who he is do you?" He looked over his shoulder and she met his eyes, "Carol, if you know or hear tell me or Merle. Not Mac."
She nodded slowly at him her eyes widening. Yes, yes Mac would kill the man. Mac was possessive, Mac was territorial, and he was downright fucking dangerous at times. What Mac wasn't was someone to trifle with when it came to his kid. Even if things with him and Hannah were at an end she was sleeping around on him, she left their kid, and it wasn't the first fucking time Brian was in this situation. He knew all too well how many times Brian had called in the middle of night with him driving out to get him when Hannah had met a new man. No, he knew that things were going to get bad.
"I will."
