Chapter 11
Daryl touched his lips to Emma's and that gentle kiss sent a surge of sparks flying through them. Any other time Daryl would have just gone for it and fucked her right there on the couch and then left, but he couldn't do that to Emma. She wasn't a cheap lay or an easy way to get his rocks off, she was special and he was going to treat he that way, even though he had no idea what he was doing. This was all new to him.
Emma pulled back first from the kiss. A shy smile covered her beautiful face.
Daryl was going to be a gentleman. She was exhausted after working both at the diner and at the bar. He was not going to take advantage of her this way no matter how bad his dick wanted to. He was going to think with his head and his heart this time.
"I don't want to go either, but how about I sleep on the sofa. You're tired and it's real late and …and," he tried to tell her. How could he tell her that he wanted her, but not now, without sounding stupid? Now as not the right time. Maybe tomorrow or after.
Emma was glad that Daryl wanted to stay with her, but she was about to fall sleep right there she was so tired. All she wanted was for him to hold her while she slept, nothing more. He certainly made her heart race and her body tingle out of control, but she wanted to be able to enjoy their first time together. It touched her that he volunteered to sleep on her small sofa. He would never fit, but it was so sweet of him to offer.
"Daryl, you're not sleeping on the sofa, but I'm not having sex with you either." Daryl's eyebrows rose at her bluntness. "I'm so exhausted that I'm saying stuff I normally don't say. Please just come to bed with me and sleep next to me. I just want you there," she explained. "Okay?"
Daryl got it. There were both thinking the same thing. He stood up and extended a hand to her. "Let's go. That's fine with me," he told her as the corner of his mouth curled up into a small smile.
Emma led the way into her bedroom and turned to Daryl. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable to sleep in than jeans. I have an old pair of baggy sweat pants that should fit you. Okay?"
"Yeah."
Emma could hear the hesitation in his voice. She walked over to her dresser and rummage through a drawer until she found the sweats. She handed them to Daryl. "These are mine, no one else's. Sometimes I like to relax around here in just really baggy clothes, but these are really big on me so they should fit you."
Daryl relaxed. "No problem."
Emma returned to searching through her dresser for something for her to wear. Tonight wasn't a night to be sexy, but she wasn't going for the granny look either. She pulled a top and shorts from the drawer. These would do. "I'll change in the bathroom and you'll be okay here?"
Daryl flashed her a smile, "Go change, I'm fine."
Emma gave him a peck on the lips and headed down the hall to the small bathroom. Daryl watched her walk away and he couldn't help but notice how her ass filled her jeans. Perfection. Suddenly he was thinking with his dick again as it started to get hard. "Whoa!" he tried to tell himself. "Not now, damn it not now."
As he took off his boots and jeans, he thought of his brother. He figured that was a sure fire way to help rid of the fuckin' hard on he had growing and luckily it did help. By the time Emma returned he was dressed in the sweats she had given him and they fit him fine, plus his erection was gone …for now.
When Daryl saw how she was dressed, he stared to immediately think of Merle again. She just wore loose baggy shorts and a spaghetti strap top. It was the fact that she was braless was what got to him.
Emma had large breasts, but they suited her. His fingers ached to touch them, but he knew he couldn't. She jiggled when she walked and with her nipples clearly poking out, he was having the worst time controlling himself.
The tension in the room escalated and they both become shy with each other.
"Maybe this top wasn't a good idea," she thought, but she had nothing else with her in the bathroom that would have worked. At this point she was just too tired to care that her damn nipples were showing. As she pulled back the covers on the bed, she glanced at Daryl and saw that he had an erection. It made her feel good that she had that effect on him.
She crawled in and smiled at him to join her. Daryl had given up trying to hide his erection as he tented in the sweats. He sat down on the bed and was ready to slide under the covers when Emma asked him if he was going to take his shirt off.
Suddenly he decided that he didn't care if she saw his back, she would sooner or later anyway. As he started to unbutton the shirt, she turned the bedside light off, leaving them in the dim light left over from the moon. He was happy that she wouldn't see the scars in the dark now.
Daryl tossed his shirt aside and slipped under the covers. This was a first for him, so he did what he felt was right. He scooted up against Emma so he could wrap his arm around her as they slept. He knew she could feel his hard dick pressing against her. Eventually it should calm down he hoped, but when Emma wiggled against him, it went from hard to rock solid.
"You're not playing fair," he growled.
"Oops...sorry," she giggled. A huge yawn overtook her suddenly. The softness of the bed and the comfort she felt being in his arms was too much for her tired body to handle. Just as she drifted off to sleep she whispered, "Tomorrow."
Daryl felt her fall right asleep. Oh there definitely would be a tomorrow and many more he hoped. Having Emma in his arms right now was something he never wanted to lose. He had been waiting for her his entire life and never realized it…until now. Daryl closed his eyes and sleep over took him too.
When Daryl woke up to a sun filed room two thoughts instantly popped into his head. I have a boner and its tomorrow. Emma was still sound asleep and tucked up against him. Daryl lay there a while thinking how his life had changed in an instant. One minute he was hating everyone and everything in his life and the next Emma turned that all around. They hadn't talked about what they were doing, but did people do that he wondered or was it an unspoken agreement? He wanted Emma, not just to have sex with, even though he was sure that would be awesome, but as someone he could talk to, hang around with and he wouldn't be alone again.
Their backgrounds were more similar than he could have hoped. He finally had someone that understood what he had gone through as kid, and just not pity him. She got him and usually no one did.
She was also gorgeous and he knew she had no idea how beautiful she was. How could she want him? He never considered himself good-looking. He was just a redneck mechanic from the mountains of north Georgia. It had taken him more years than it should have to get his head somewhat on straight. Hanging with Merle sure hadn't helped him, in fact it mostly likely held him back. Daryl knew right then that his brother was toxic to him. He needed to step back away from Merle a bit or risk losing everything he had – a job he liked and a girl he was falling hard for.
Emma moaned lightly in his embrace as she slowly came awake. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open and he caressed her cheek with his fingers.
"Mornin' " she whispered.
"Sleep well?" he asked.
"The best," she sighed. "Best sleep ever."
Emma rolled over so she was facing Daryl. Her hair was a rumpled mess and her face was still drowsy, but he had never seen her looking more beautiful. "I want you to know that this was a first for me," he told her.
What sleeping with a girl and not have sex?"
"Well yeah, that too, but I've never spent the night with a girl before. Woken up in the same bed," he admitted.
Emma looked at him in surprise. "You've never spent the night with anyone before? Why not?" Then Emma got a funny feeling, "You're not telling me that you're still a…"
She didn't finish before he interrupted her. "No!" he said embarrassed. "Not that. Of course I've fu…had sex. Just never stayed the night, never wanted to…until now."
"How old are you Daryl?" Emma knew Daryl had no reason to lie to her, but she couldn't believe that he never spent the night with anyone. Everyone did at some point, but this gave her the opportunity to ask him his age. She didn't have any idea.
"Thirty-seven, what 'bout you?" he asked. He hoped that she wasn't really young.
"Twenty-nine," Emma told him. "Think I'm too young for you?"
"Hell no," said Daryl. "Kinda think it's just fine. I was crazy when I was younger, and I got all that outta me now. You probably would have hated me back then."
"Oh I'm not so sure about that," Emma purred. "I always did have a soft spot for bad boys."
He raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, and the light touch of his fingertips on her skin caused Emma's pulse to race. "I'm still a bad boy," he said into her ear, his voice low and sexy.
Daryl wanted Emma so bad right then. He held her body next to his all night long and since he woke up he wanted to touch her everywhere, but he didn't. He watched her sleep instead. Daryl ached to see her breasts, to touch and taste them. They were the reason he had a hard on since he woke up. They were right in front of him, about to fall out of her shirt. He'd start drooling if he didn't watch it.
"Good," was all Emma could say. She wanted his hands on her, all over her, but she was too shy to ask. Instead she pressed herself up against him so he felt her breasts and she was thrilled to feel his erection against her pelvis.
Daryl pulled her even tighter to him and kissed her deeply. The kiss went on and on and on. They explored each other's taste and lips. Mouths traveled to caress necks, faces and shoulders each taking a turn to explore the other.
Emma ran her hands over Daryl bare back and felt the scars, but they didn't register what they were. Daryl put his hand under her shirt and felt the soft skin of her back. He hesitated before he moved to touch her breast. He was unsure if that as the right move, so he took it slowly and used his thumb to stroke just the side. He had no idea that his gentle touch was driving Emma crazy.
She was used to men being so eager to touch them that she always felt lost. They wanted her breasts more than then wanted her. Daryl wasn't pawing at her or ripping her shirt off, he was instead taking it slow and teasing her unmercifully. Emma loved it.
In a moment of unusual boldness, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She felt in control for a change and her body demanded his touch.
Daryl took a moment to look down at her breasts. She was offering them to him and he was defenseless to say no. He had never wanted a woman as bad as he did Emma. He had been horny before, but nothing like this. He realized for the first time he simply didn't wasn't to just fuck her, he wanted to touch her, taste her and learn everything about her amazing body.
He kissed her again. It was deep, passionate and hungry. Emma matched his desire with her own. Daryl finally moved his hand placing it over her breast. It easily filled his large hand. He squeezed and then continued to massage it, before playing with her already erect nipples. Emma was moaning at his touch. His rock hard dick was pressing against her and it took all of his will power not to rip his sweats off and her shorts so he could slam into her. He couldn't do that to here. She deserved more and he wanted to give it to her. Daryl was learning a he went along. Slow and romantic was not his style. He had been more of a wham bam type of guy. He was usually in it for himself and not the skank under him.
Emma ground her hips into Daryl's loving the feel of him. His hand was gentle and loving on her breast. He was exciting her with every touch. She felt his lips leave her mouth and even though she ached to have them return, she sent up silent prayers that he was going to take her in his mouth.
His lips traveled lower from her cheek to her chin to her neck to her collar bone until finally she felt them on her breast. "Oh God, " she moaned as electric shocks flowed through her. His mouth was magical.
Daryl became a little bit more aggressive as he rolled Emma onto her back so he could use his mouth on one of her breasts and his hand on the other. "Her tits are fuckin' unbelievable," he thought. "I'm going to want to touch them all the time and suck 'em like…"
A loud banging came from the other room and Daryl heard someone call out.
Daryl sat up and said "What the fuck?"
"I think someone's at the door," Emma said. "I have no idea who that could be."
"Ignore 'em," Daryl said as his mouth latched back onto her.
Emma just moaned her agreement, until they both heard, "Daryl, I know you're in there. C'mon man I need your help."
"Fuckin' Merle!" he growled. "We're ignoring him."
The more they tried to ignore him, the louder he knocked and called out for Daryl. The mood was completely shot. Daryl got out of bed cursing his brother and stormed to the front door. Emma stayed in bed watching him leave and this was when she got a good look at his back. First, she saw the tattoos and then she saw the scars. She was shocked, but then she got really angry. She knew without a doubt they had come from his father. Her poor Daryl.
Daryl yanked open the door. "What the fuck do you want?"
Merle leaned against the door frame an evil smirk on his face. "Knew you had a hard on for our hot little neighbor. Never expected you to act on it. I bet she's a wild one. Hmmm, hmmm."
"Shut up, asshole. What do you want and how did you find me?" Daryl could not believe that his brother was again fucking up his time with Emma…again.
"I saw the truck pull in last night and when I looked out the window I saw you and sugar tits going into her place. Way to go baby brother didn't think you had it in you to go for a piece of ass like that." Merle just kept smiling that creepy evil smile of his and Daryl just wanted to punch him in the mouth.
Daryl leaned in close so he was practically nose to nose with his brother. "I'm only going to tell you this once. You watch you fuckin' mouth when you talk about Emma. She isn't one of the skanks that you pick up. She is a good, decent person and she is my girlfriend. Don't ever disrespect her again. Got that, bro?"
Emma could hear their raised voices from where she was in the bedroom. Merle just confirmed he was the jerk she thought he was, but Daryl had just called her is girlfriend. That made her heart soar. Emma got out of bed, quickly put her shirt back on and did a little dance of joy. This was no one time thing, he really wanted to be with her all the time.
"Take it easy, take it easy. I didn't know you were that into her, bro. It's cool." Merle looked at Daryl's half-dressed state. "Hate to interrupt you finally getting laid, but the bitch in #34 dropped her damn ring down the drain and I can't get it. I need your help."
"She can wait," Daryl said taking a step back so he could go back inside.
"C'mon, it won't take long. I made her wait until this morning as it was. Okay?"
Daryl knew the easiest thing would be just to go, do it and get it out if the way, then he could get back to Emma. "If this takes longer than half an hour, I'm leavin', "he told Merle. "Lemme get dressed." Daryl turned and stepped into the trailer, closing the door on his brother. Merle had the worst timing ever.
The minute he saw Emma in the kitchen, he started to apologize. "I'm sorry. I gotta go."
She put her hand on his arm and gave him a big smile. "I know. I heard. It's okay, Daryl. Will you come back when you're done?" Emma wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. They had so much to learn about each other and she couldn't wait.
"Hell yeah, I'll be back as soon as I can." Daryl was pissed that he had to leave he, but he also never felt happier. Emma was his. Why she wanted a poor redneck mechanic, he had no idea, but thank fuckin' God she did.
Daryl was never a big smiler. He rarely had anything to smile or be happy about, until now. Emma made him happier than he ever thought possible. He found he was smiling more than he ever did his whole life.
He reached out and pulled Emma against him. His normal shyness around woman disappeared when he was with her. Daryl lowered his mouth to hers and the intensity they had going on in bed, was instantly reignited. The kiss was harder than he intended, but his anger had turned into passion. Finally, they both broke apart out of breath. Daryl leaned his forehead against Emma's. "I don't wanna go, but I'll be back as soon as I can," he panted. "I need to pick up condoms too."
Emma felt his erection pressing up against her and she pushed her hips against his. "I'm on the pill, we're okay. I'll be waiting," she replied her voice husky.
"Fuck Emma. You are making it hard to go."
She laughed at him. "Go. The sooner you get back…"
Daryl smiled at her and ran off to the bedroom to get dressed. He was back within a minute with his pants on, shirt unbuttoned and his boots untied. He gave Emma a quick kiss and ran out the door.
A/N- Just want to thank jeanf, imlovinfanfic and Miss October 13 for all their recent reviews/comments. I love that you are so getting into the story. Thanks also to all the new people following Suddenly...Gone. See ya all again on Sunday!
