Chapter 36

TRAX

Merle was right. I hated that I was going to have to admit that to him, but he was fucking right. If I had let Sophie go, it would have been the biggest mistake of my life. Now she was where she belonged which was on the back of my bike.

I was taking to show her the house, except she didn't know that. I was keeping it a surprise since I had no clue how she would react. I bought that house because it was time for me to get out of the clubhouse. That place was my home for way too long, but now I needed more and even though it was kind of big for one guy, I was hoping that Sophie would move in with me as she had before.

The rhythmic rumble of the tires along the road opened up my mind to one other thing Merle was right about. I bought that house because Sophie loved it or at least that's what the real estate lady said. It was a very expensive gamble that was I was about to find out if I had done the right thing or not. Either way, I really did like the house.

I pulled down the street and I felt my hands starting to sweat. I tried to nonchalantly wipe them on my jeans, but that didn't help much. It was hard to talk over the sound of the pipes so I was lucky that Sophie couldn't ask me where we were. Most of the road was surrounded by woods on both sides with just a few scattered driveways branching off. Mine was the last one on the left.

I felt Sophie sit back from me as I slowed down to make the turn. I got the feeling that she recognized where we were. It wasn't until I put the kickstand down and turned off the bike that she said, "What are we doing here, Daryl?"

"I want to show you something," was all I said.

"Oh, the For Sale sign's gone. This was the house I wanted you to see. I guess someone bought it, but why are we here?" She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and waited for me to answer.

I Ignored her. I had to or she'd see the smile I was trying to hide.

"Daryl, who lives here?" I could hear the impatience growing.

I was loving it.

Again, I didn't respond as we headed up the steps and stopped at the front door. "Are you going to answer me?" she demanded. I was really getting a kick out this. This was the house that she had liked and she had no idea it was mine.

Sophie didn't see that I still held my bike key in my hand. There was a second key on the ring with it. I held up the key and inserted it into the lock. The door swung open. I held out my hand indicating that Sophie should go in first. Her mouth hung open in surprise as she stepped into the house.

"Is this…did you…" she tried to say as she looked around. "Is this yours?"

"Yep. I bought it after you left," I said sitting on the arm of the sofa.

"This house? This perfect house that I loved you bought? How...why?"

"To make a long story short, after that real estate lady, Linda…Lisa…"

"Liz," she said correcting me.

I held my hand out and pulled Sophie between my legs. I needed her close to me. "Yeah, her. After she couldn't get in touch with you, she called me. Said you were supposed to meet her with me to show me this place. She didn't know that we had kinda split. But I was ready to move out of the clubhouse anyway. So I had her show me this house and I liked it. So I bought it. Been living here the last few weeks."

I loved the smile on Sophie's face. I was pretty sure she'd be good with this, but I wasn't positive.

"I can't believe you bought this house. I love this place!" she laughed. I let her go from between my legs and she did a twirl in the middle of the room. "I bet you love it here."

"I do," I admitted. "I don't miss the craziness of the club. I'm still there half the time anyway, but I can get away from it all…finally. But this place is still missing something important."

Sophie walked back over to me. I stood up wrapping my arms around her. God, she fit in them so perfectly.

"What's that?" she asked practically in a whisper.

That's when I tilted her chin up so her green eyes met mine. "You. This house needs you. Will you move in here with me like we had planned, babe? Please?"

She confused me for a second as the smile on her face told me she was happy, but she was crying at the same time. "Of course! Yes! I want to live here together with you so much!"

"Thank fuck!"

Sophie looked at me and cocked her head. "Why does it look like your trying not to laugh?"

"I'm so relieved that you want to move in here. Merle told me that if I didn't fix it between us, he was moving into the blue bedroom. I'd kill him within a day, you…I'd rather fuck."

"Oh. Oh, so you asked me because you rather fuck me than Merle? Really?"

I couldn't help but laugh. She was getting pissed and I was laughing. "Yeah, you're a lot better looking than he is."

"You son-of-a…"

I didn't let her finish. I picked Sophie up and threw her over my shoulder. She half-ass fought me but was smart not to wriggle around as I headed up the stairs. She bounced when I dropped her down on the bed.

Sophie sat up on her elbows and glared at me. "So you think I'm going to be that easy that I'm going to fuck you right away?"

"Yep," I said as I took off my shirt.

She rolled her eyes at me before crossing her ankles. That was so not going to stop me. "I don't think so."

I took one boot off then the other and tossed then toward the closet along with my socks before turning to look at her. "Babe, you gotta admit it. You're easy. That's what got this between us started."

She couldn't deny it. I had her naked in record time the day we met. "What if I want to go slow this time?"

That made me laugh. I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slide the zipper down watching her the entire time. She was so full of shit. Sophie was practically drooling. Her nipples were sharp points sticking out of her shirt and I bet if I put my hand down her pants she'd be soaked.

"Babe, you don't like to go slow. No one knows that better than me. Your mouth is saying shit you don't mean cause your body is telling me different. You want this…" and I dropped my pants to my ankles letting my rock hard dick bounce free. "…and you can't deny it."

"Maybe not, but you called me easy," she pouted as she stared at my dick. I gave it a few quick pumps to make sure it was at its best.

I walked over to the bed and took one of her feet in my hand. Then I unzipped that boot and tossed it over my shoulder. I did the same with the other one. "Okay," I finally said. "You are an easy lay, but only for me." Both her socks disappeared. "I thought you were so hot that day I stopped to help you, but if all I did was change out that flat we never would've known how good we fit together."

She wasn't arguing with me so I took that as a good sign. I moved up closer to her on the bed and pumped my cock again. "You wanted to fuck me the second I got into that hot car." I popped the button on her jeans, but before I touched her zipper I cupped her mound. The heat I felt pouring out of her made me smile, not to mention that even though the thick jeans, I could tell she was wet.

Soaking fucking wet.

"You can't deny that you don't want this." I ran my hand up and down my entire length.

Normally, I didn't like games, but I was having fun pushing her this way.

"That little thing," she scoffed.

My eyes narrowed at her comment. "You are fuckin' gonna pay for that, babe." The zipper slid down her jeans a little faster than normal. I straddled her legs and grabbed the waistband of her jeans between my fingers. "Wasn't it you who called it a monster dick when you first saw it?"

I tugged her tight jeans over her hips.

"I was just trying to make you feel good," she lied. "Give it a little bit of confidence. Since I didn't know you, I at least wanted a good fuck."

"You got a good fuck that day and you know it." I dragged her jeans down her legs along with a bright pink scrap of what I think she thought of as underwear. I got the tight material off but took a second to make them right side out for her.

When I turned back, she was stark naked. In that short amount of time, she managed to get out of her jacket, tank top, and bra. She was definitely up for a good hard fuck.

I knelt back on the bed with my cock standing up straight in front of me. I wondered if Sophie knew she was licking her lips as she stared at my big fat dick.

She was going to get what she wanted from me, but first I had other plans.

I made my way back up to her feet pushing them apart to give me access to her glistening sex. I kissed one ankle then the other before I kissed my way up her inner thighs. The marks I left in my wake were so that she would remember who owned her pussy.

It was mine…all fucking mine.

I teased her bare opening with a finger. Then I ran my tongue lightly along the edges of her wet folds.

"What are you doing?" she cried.

"Taking my time."

"Why the hell are you doing that? I thought I was getting a hard fuck? Where's my hard fuck?"

Impatience.

Frustration.

Her voice was full of it all and I loved it.

"You'll get that hard fuck, but first it's my way. I ain't tasted that perfect pussy of yours in way too fuckin' long. You got a problem with me doing that?"

I knew she loved me going down on her as much as I loved doing it, but I was going to start off slow and if she didn't like it, that was just tough shit.

"No, I don't but…"

The second she said but, I shoved two fingers inside of her as far as I could go. I watched her clutch a fistful of blanket in each hand as she groaned loudly. "That's what I'm talking about."

"You like my fingers inside of that tight snatch of yours?"

She raised her head up from the pillow to look at me. "I like your fingers. I like your tongue, but I love your cock the best."

I responded by curving my fingers just a bit to hit that spot I knew she loved. That earned me an "Oh God," before her head fell back onto the pillow.

I started to move my fingers slowly in and out of her as my tongue lapped at her wetness. Her taste was all woman, yet all Sophie. I looked forward to being this close to her again. To be able to give her pleasure with my hands and mouth. To have her come apart because of how her body reacted to me.

Just me.

Usually, I never gave much of a damn if the woman came or not. Most did when I fucked them because I knew how to work my big dick which was why the bang bunnies tended to seek me out. But not anymore. Not since this woman that controls my very soul came into my life.

She owns my dick.

Fuck, she owns me.

And I'll do anything she needs to me to get her off. That's why my tongue is currently fucking her.

After a few minutes of my mouth all over that pussy, I use my fingers to spread her apart. The 'V' I created helps me find her swollen clit easily. I suck on that sensitive nub causing Sophie to arch her back off the bed.

"Holy mother of God," she moans letting me know I got her right where I want her.

I need for her to come once before I fuck her. I know that makes everything more intense for her which gets me off even more. We have total privacy here. No chance of anyone knocking on the door for stupid shit they need me for. No holding back because Sophie's afraid they may hear her. We can be as loud and as crazy as we want.

And I'm looking forward to hearing my girl scream…loudly when she comes.

If my mouth isn't sucking on her clit, my tongue is flicking it or running it's over it. I even bite down on it a bit that makes Sophie start to whimper. My fingers are back thrusting into her as fast as I can go until I feel her start to tighten around them.

Sophie cries out as her body starts to thrash on the bed. As the waves of her orgasm overwhelm her body I don't let up until I know she's past the crest. My hand is evidence of how wet she is as it's practically dripping with her juices.

That's why I quickly move up between her legs and push them back toward her. I slam myself into her all the way so I am buried balls deep in one shot. Sophie screams so loud that anyone would have thought she was in pain, but I know better. This is how she likes it, but I check with her anyway.

"You good?"

"Yes! Oh God, go hard, yes!"

This is why we work. Or at least one of the reasons. She not just likes but loves fucking just like I do.

Hard.

Fast.

And raw.

My hips start to move so I am pistoning in and out of her like a damn machine. My grunts, her groans, and the sound of our bodies slapping together fill the room until I say the word, "flip." Sophie does it without hesitation.

She's on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air in a second. My dick is back inside of her before her cheek even hits the pillow. I have her hips in my hands so as I pump into her, her body is slamming back onto me. I'm going as deep as I can and as hard as I can, as fast as I can.

It takes only seconds for her pussy to clench down onto my fat cock as she comes for a second time. She's screaming my name and God's at the same time. That throws me over the same cliff that she just fell off of. Coming with her, like this, is the fucking best damn thing.

I've never felt anything like it.

And it's all because of her. There's not another woman alive that could do this to me. Nor would I want one too. You can't improve on perfection.

Sophie collapsed forward on the bed and I land on her back. I'm doing the best to catch my breath so I can roll off of her, but it's hard. Catching my breath that is, not my dick. Its usual semi-hard state is gone. My dick is as soft as it can get and that's a rare thing for it to be, even after coming.

"Daryl," Sophie groaned. I know I need to get off of her.

I roll off to the side glad that I don't have to worry about falling out of the bed anymore. Having a king size bed sure has its advantages. At the club, we had to squeeze into a full size. Now we have more space to play.

My sweaty body is spread out on the bed. One hand goes behind my head as I wait for my heart to return to a somewhat normal rate. Sophie turns to face me and I pull her against me. She ends up with her head on my shoulder and her hand splayed on my chest. I used to hate for anyone to touch my scars, which was why my hit-it-and-quit it style of sex used to work for me. I rarely got fully undressed back then, but with Sophie, I no longer care that she sees them. It was like they didn't exist at times which was a miracle for me.

"What was…wow," she sighed.

"Yeah, that was."

"No, I mean like the best ever wow. Sex with you is always good, like the best in the world good, but that was just a whole new dimension of wow," she explained.

"You screamed," I said as I gave her a big smile.

Sophie sat up on her elbow, with her long messy hair falling over her bare tit. "I know!" she laughed. "I'm gonna love this house."

"I love this fucking bed," I told her. "Not much chance of me falling off it like I did that time at the club."

Sophie giggles as she snuggles back down into my side. We lay quiet for a few minutes. I think we both needed to process everything that had happened. This morning I woke up pissed off that she was still gone and now she's naked in my bed.

Our bed.

"Stay the night?" I suggested. "We can get your shit tomorrow."

"I like that plan. I love this house and I love you, Daryl."

"Love you too, babe," I told her. A kiss to the top of her head helped me confirm that. "This house will be good having someone else in it besides me. Merle said it needs a family." I don't know why I told her that. It just popped out.

We had never talked about having a family. Could the two of us be considered a family? Did I want a family? I didn't think I did, but I also never thought I'd settle down with one woman either. Did we want kids? A picture in my head of Sophie holding a baby that we made together in her arms had me thinking it wasn't as bad as I used to think, Maybe her good genes would outweigh the Dixon bad ones.

Maybe.

"Do you want a family, Daryl? We've never talked about that."

Sophie's eyes weren't simply asking me a question. They were suddenly begging me for an answer. All I could be was honest with her.

"I never did. I wanted the Dixon line to end with me and Merle. Our genes are damaged and I hated the thought of passing them on to a kid."

"Oh," I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"I ain't finished," I told her. I took her chin and turned her toward me. "I didn't want an ol' lady either, but look where we are now. I got a house that is bought and paid for and I got you. You've changed things for me. You've changed me. I'm thinking that maybe anything is possible right now and that includes maybe having a little girl like her momma."

I wasn't lying, cause you know I don't lie. Sophie's changed me for the better and if she wants a kid, there's no way I can refuse her.

Sophie looked at me with tears shining in her eyes. "We could make the blue room into a nursey"

"That's a sure fire way to keep Merle from moving in," I laughed.

She rolled her eyes at me. "He's moving in here over my dead body. The house needs more furniture and like everything for the kitchen so I can cook, but…"

"Wait, you cook?" I interrupted her.

"Yes, Daryl, I cook."

"Good?"

"Wait to you taste my chicken and dumplings or my pot roast, but I think we need to think about doing one thing first."

"Babe, you cook for me and I promise you anything you want." I don't remember ever having a home-cooked meal just for me in my entire life. My perfect world just got better.

"I think we'll need to work on that nursey sooner rather than later." There was a hesitant smile on her face that had my heart going from calm to crazy in a single breath.

Was she saying what I thought she was? Even though we had been going bareback for a while, wasn't she on birth control?

"Are you pregnant? Like right now, pregnant?"

She slowly nodded her head. "I took a test this morning and it was positive."

"And you waited all day to tell me?"

"I did and before you get mad, hear me out. I was still processing this when you showed up at the bakery, but if you hadn't that's why I was planning to go to the garage tomorrow. Except, you showed up and I realized that we needed to talk first. I wanted us to get back for us and not just because I was pregnant. That's why I waited. If we were truly over, I was still going to tell you, but I was not going to use that to trap you. I would never do that to you, Daryl."

Sophie was level headed and sincere. Plus, she was right. I have no idea why my mother stayed with my old man since he was an abusive asshole. Maybe it was for me or Merle, maybe not. Two people belonged together because they loved each other and not just to give a kid a family. That rarely ever worked.

She was right and a couple of hours didn't make any difference except for one thing. "Okay, I get that. Except, why did you let me fuck you that way if you were pregnant! What if I hurt the baby?"

That's when she relaxed and smiled at me. "Because I knew that if you knew, you'd never fuck me that way and I needed that. We needed that. Are you really okay with this?"

I leaned down kissing her lips. A gentle, soft, and loving kind of kiss. "Yeah, I'm okay with this. You going to see a doctor, right?"

"Yes, I'll make an appointment for next week. And Daryl?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for taking me back."

"And thank you for taking me back. I got the girl and the house and now a family. Not sure what the hell I did to deserve that, but I ain't complaining. Life can't get any better than this."

Sophie curled up in my arms and I held her tight. I felt her breathing eventually even out and I knew that she had fallen asleep. She was the love of my life. She was the mother of my unborn child. She was my entire world.

I was never happier that I had stopped that day to help her with her tire. The reward I got for being a Good Samaritan was priceless. That flat, along with the rainstorm and some unexpected backseat hot sweaty sex led me to the woman I was meant to find. I'm just damned lucky she wasn't some asshole guy with a beer belly that day because this would have ended completely different.

I got the girl and that is all that counts.

THE END.