A/N - Apologies to my MB, I had discussed doing Merle with someone else in particular for chapter two, but this AU story of Merle and Lori came out of nowhere and Merle harassed me into putting it down for him.
Merle lazes against the wall outside the garage. He's got a booted foot hitched up, one thumb in his belt loop and the other wrapped around a longneck. He watches the SUV pull up and a leggy brunette step out. She bends, showing Merle a skinny-ass ass.
He snorts as he thinks of that. He's cruising today, not too high, not too low, like Goldilocks, his hit this morning was just right. Add in his longneck and he was feeling good. The woman slams the door and the SUV motors off.
He watches as the brunette takes out her phone and tucking her hair behind her ear makes a call. "I'm here Rick, where are you?" She sounds pissed off. Ain't none of his business though.
Keeping an eye on her nevertheless, he closes his ears as he drinks in the sunshine. Then her voice penetrates again, kind of like nails down a fucking chalkboard. Sounds more pissed off now. "You said you'd be here, how the hell am I supposed to know if they're fleecing me? You know mechanics don't like women Rick, you said you'd be here."
Merle snorts and in doing so catches her attention. She frowns at him in irritation and sticks her nose in the air before turning away. He looked at her skinny shoulders, vertebrae poking out of her blouse. And wasn't that something, her wearing a blouse, made him think of his mama.
Closing his eyes Merle takes another sip and drowns her out altogether.
That is until she speaks directly to him. "When will the van be ready?" He opens an eye and looks at her before closing it and turning away without answering.
"I said, when will the van be ready?" Merle sighs.
"Sugar, I look like a fuckin' mechanic to you?" He asks, irritated that she thinks he looks like a fucking mechanic.
"Well, this is a garage, there isn't anyone else around, so if you're not the mechanic why is the business open?" She is pissy, he can tell. And she's taking it out on him. Which he won't tolerate.
"Woman, get the fuck outta my face. I ain't the mechanic, if you'd bother to set a glass slipper in the fuckin' shop you'd find the mechanic where he should be. Fixin' a fuckin' car. Fuck off and be pissy at your ol' man, not me."
Merle pushes off the wall with his shoulders now. She's ruined his fucking buzz. He meanders into the shop. "Daryl, get the fuck out here and get rid of this fuckin' customer, she's ruinin' my mood."
Merle waits with the woman at his back like a damn monkey for Daryl to appear. When he does Merle walks off, out into the yard. He spies the van the woman was referring to. She was a…what the fuck did they call it? Oh yeah, a soccer mom.
"Load of fuckin' bullshit." He says quietly. He opens the van and sits on the step. Knows she's going to give him hell, say he's invading her privacy or some shit. He doesn't fucking care.
He finishes the beer and shoves it in the van with an evil grin. He doesn't think of the trouble it could cause the shop, he does it in the hopes the husband will find it and assume that the bony brunette is fucking around on him.
When she arrives he gets up with a mile wide smiles and apologies and walks away with a whistle.
He's forgotten her within the hour.
Several days later he's cruising again, literally this time as well, on his way to buy. He spies the familiar van on the side of the road, the hazard lights blinking. When he sees the female butt bent over the back of the van where the hatch is raised he grins and pulls over.
"Hey sugar, got some car trouble?" He says as he stands and swings off the bike.
"You!" The woman says as she pulls back and stares at him.
"Merle sugar, names Merle. Have we met before?" He asked even as he realised he had seen her before. "Oh yeah, the garage. But you got a flat now do you?" She nods and steps back as he steps forward.
"Easy darlin' you're too damn skinny for me anyway." He grabs the spare and raises a brow at her. She reluctantly motions to the front passenger side.
Merle sets about changing the tire, with the woman huffing and what not in the background. He can tell from the car she's got a kid or two. Groceries in the back by the look of it. She tries for cell service again.
"You expected somewhere sugar?" He questions idly as he unscrews the lug nuts on the tyre after removing the hubcap.
"Why? What business is it of yours?" She snaps at him.
"Ain't no never mind of mine, 'cept you got two flats you know, or one and a half anyway." He jerks at the rear passenger tyre and laughs quietly as he hears her curse.
"God dammit, thanks for fixing it on the weekend Rick. God dammit." She cursed and kicked the tyre in a temper.
"Easy now darlin' it'll get you where you need to go unless you're hightailin' it outta' town for good." He sees the flush on her face and wonders but lets it slide when he scrapes his knuckles on a lug nut. "Fuck!' He focuses on what he's doing and ignores his brain trying to bring skinny legs wrapped around his ears to the forefront.
No way soccer mom was going to spread for him. No fucking way. When he's finished he stands and takes out a bandana and wipes his hand. The woman steps forward, surprising the fuck out of Merle and takes his hand.
"You've got grease in it, don't rub it in. Hold on." Then she steps back to the van, grabs a case and takes out a first aid kit.
"True fuckin' soccer mom ain't you?" He says sarcastically.
She flinches as she looks up. "I love my son so yes I guess I am." She made Merle feel like he was two inches tall, exactly like his mama used to make him feel. And he fucking hated feeling like that. But this time he figured he deserved it.
"Yeah, guess so. Better safe than sorry and all that fuckin' shit ain't it?" She merely nods and cleans the gash.
"You want me to tape it or are you going to be all manly and let it be?" She asks him with the faintest grin, so faint he swears he's imagining it. But then it widens a little and he finds himself grinning back.
"You got a drink of water or somethin' sugar?" He asks as he pushes his bandana back into his vest pocket.
"Yeah. And it's Lori, my name that is." She qualifies for him before he can think to make a big deal out of it or anything.
"Merle Dixon at your service Miz Lori." He doffs an imaginary hat and she quirks a half-smile at him as she passes him a water bottle.
Merle finds himself thinking that skinny wasn't so bad, especially if it got him those legs wrapped around his face. That he'd like. He'd bet she tasted tart. Not acidic mind, but tart with just enough sweetness to make a man crave more.
"So, your old man, he don't manage things so good then, Lori?" He waited a beat until she looked at him before he said her name.
"Something like that. Used to be okay, but now with our son, I can't pick up the slack. Too busy looking out for everyone else, forgets he's got a family that needs him." She frowned and Merle knew why. She was talking to him and she didn't know why.
"It's easier to talk to a stranger." He answers the question she asked herself but not him. She flashed a surprised look at him and he grinned toothily at her. "Might be a redneck sugar, don't mean I'm stupid."
After a pause she snorted out a laugh. "Yeah, and I'm too skinny, I remember, Merle." She used his name now too.
"Oh well, I might've been a little hasty with that statement." He says with a grin. She looks at him and shakes her head.
"You're high Merle, don't think I don't see it."
"Maybe, you be wantin' anything sugar?" She shook her head but she didn't move away, in fact if Merle's eyes didn't deceive him, she moved forward, not by much, just a little. Enough to be noticed.
"Sure you ain't wantin' anything sugar?" He asked her again, quiet now. Not wanting to scare her off. Women were tricky creatures. Look at them the wrong way and they'd go all skittish like a newborn foal.
And Merle was suddenly in the mood for skinny coltish legs that went on forever. In the mood to just lick from the ankle all the way to the sweaty crease where the leg met the body, and then just kind of nuzzle there, breathing her in for a bit.
His cock stirred in his loose-fitting jeans as he thought about licking and sucking her there. Wondering if she'd let him leave a mark or if she was still intimate enough with her husband that he'd see something like that.
Picking up the tools and putting them back in the well under the floor in the back Merle rolled the flat tyre back as well and then shoved it inside the van and closed the hatch. "All done sugar, you'd best be on your way now." He says abruptly as he calls himself ten times a fucking fool for considering fucking around with a freaking soccer mum.
He walks back to his bike, his stride ground eating as always. And he kicks it over he shoves a pair of sunglasses on his face, gives Lori a mile wide smile and motors off again in search of another high. But as he jerks himself off in the shower that night, it's not the waitress sleeping in his bed that he thinks of. It's a skinny body with endless legs he was suddenly wanting to have wrapped around him along with a natural brown waterfall of hair curtaining them as they fucked each other into a sweating mess on the side of the road.
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Several weeks pass and Merle's thoughts of Lori dim, he's got a full life and women aren't hard to find. Yeah, she might still star in his jerking off fantasies, but hey a man was entitled to a fantasy wasn't he?
He's shut down the bar he works as a bouncer at one night and treats himself to a breakfast at his favourite diner. He sits alone and watches the sun rise as he takes his time eating. He watches a sheriff's car nose in beside his bike and then two men come inside. They order and sit in the next booth. Merle ignores them though he can hear them talking.
Once he's finished eating he pays his tab and steps away, he's carrying but not high at the moment which was a fucking lucky fluke. Kicking his bike to life he revs the engine and pulls out. He's on his way home, the sun rising above the trees and the air is already humid and hot.
The van stopped on the side of the road with the hazard lights on makes him smile. But it's a different colour to Lori's. He stops though and gets a surprise when she steps out of the driver's seat with her hand to her ear holding her phone.
"Thanks, I appreciate it." She hangs up the phone. "Hey Merle, long time no see."
She's skinner if that's even possible. "You okay sugar, don't look so well?" He ignores her greeting, goes straight for the meat of things so to speak.
"I'm good, been visiting my mother, she's taken Carl for a bit, I was headed home but I swerved to miss a dog and." She broke off and shrugged.
"You called for a tow?" He asked as he killed his bike.
"Yeah, got Daryl, he said he'd be at least an hour."
Merle nodded. "Yeah, sounds about right." He leans forward on his handlebars and watches Lori fidget. "You maybe changed your mind and want somethin' now sugar?"
He watched as the prettiest pink flush worked its way up her chest and over her face. "Oh darlin' that is a beautiful flush, makes me wonder if your beautiful titties will be the same colour as all that flushed skin."
Lori steps back and Merle almost sighs in relief. "Guess you ain't interested in getting' physical then." He mutters as he steps back himself. "Be seein' you." He kicks his bike back to life and is off before she can say anything else.
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A couple of weeks later Merle is treating himself to breakfast again. This time it's the van that pulls up. Lori gets out and stretches that lean body before she wanders inside. She raises her eyebrows when she sees him and he jerks his chin at her in greeting.
"Hey, can I join you?" She asks, her hands scrape over the top of the booth, her nails are bitten to the quick.
"Free country darlin'." Merle allows. He's not getting caught up in her again.
She nods and slides into the booth. He places his order and she orders a couple of scrambled eggs and some juice. Then she sits, still and silent, Merle can tell by the movement of her arms that she's twisting her fingers together under the table.
"What's botherin' you now sugar? Man troubles still?" He asks quietly. In his mind he's swearing like fuck at himself for getting involved in her life. She was like a fucking succubus. She'd suck the life right out of him if he let her.
"I," Lori stops as their food is delivered. She eats mechanically as does Merle and she eats the slice of bacon he put silently on her plate as well.
When they've finished Lori takes a breath and looks over at him. He watches her as he chews on a toothpick. Then he stands and she follows, moving out of the booth, stopping to pay her bill and then while Merle pays his, she slips out the door and drives off in the van.
About twenty minutes later Merle slows down and pulls up in front of her van. He shuts off his bike and stands, stretching himself. Lori is sitting on the floor in the back, the back passenger door pulled all the way back on its roller.
Reaching down into his panniers Merle grabs up a condom. He was really trying to remember to use the fucking things. He was sick of being on antibiotics because he couldn't keep his dick shrink-wrapped.
Plus he was sick of Daryl fucking laughing at him. "Jeans off now." He orders as Lori stands nervously.
"I've never done this before." She says without moving beyond wiping her damp palms on her thighs.
"You don't think I don't know that sugar?" Merle laughs. His hand whips out and tangles in that beautiful waterfall of oak brown hair. Her strawberry scent wafts to him and he opens his mouth over hers, takes her next words into his mouth and sinks into her on a pleasured moan.
He felt Lori's hands move around his waist. They hook into his vest and then let go, slide up and under it. Then her hands began to grasp and pull and suddenly her surprisingly rough hands were on his skin. Merle shuddered.
He felt his balls draw up as the tips of her fingers trailed over his back, she was a possessive toucher he realised. Moving his fingers to the buttons on her blouse Merle, undoes them, slow and careful, one by one. Wouldn't do to mark this one up.
Pushing his hips into Lori's Merle is surprised by how tall she really is. She's Daryl's height at least. He comes back to the present when Lori's fingers dig under his belt, scratch a little at the top of his butt and then slide around to grip it before she unbuckles him and opens his jeans.
Merle's cock pushes out, thick and hard, Lori's fingers glide over it as if she's fingering silk and wasn't that just the fucking sexiest thing? Merle didn't think he'd ever been touched so delicately before.
Her thumb cruised over his tip from where it poked out of its foreskin and then she broke away as she brought it up to her mouth and watching Merle all the while she slowly sucked it into her mouth. Her jaw moved and Merle could tell she was licking his pre-come from it.
He very nearly came as she closed her eyes and savored his taste. Then she opened them, her thumb came out of her mouth and her hands went to her own painted-on jeans. Merle's hands moved to her breasts, he stroked her nipples lightly and she shuddered.
"Oh yeah, figured you'd be extra sensitive here sugar, bein' as they're so small and all." He said laconically. He smiled as Lori shivered under his touch. "Bet you'd come just from me playin' with you here wouldn't you? Too bad we don't got the time." Merle pushed her blouse off her shoulders but left her bra on.
Dropping his head, he took nearly her entire breast into his mouth even as his tongue rasped against Lori's turgidly swollen nipple through her bra. A moan came from so deep in her body Merle felt the vibration against his lips where they rested on Lori's body.
He felt her fingers moving her jeans and panties down her legs and his own hands joined hers. Then he pulled off, looking at Lori quickly before he turned her around. She was flushed and sweaty in arousal and Merle was feeling pleased with the thought that it was him that had made her that way.
Lori's hands braced on either side of the door to the backseat and Merle pulled his condom out of his back pocket before he let his pants fall. He tore it open with his teeth even as his other hand slid between Lori's buttocks and he pushed two fingers straight into her heat.
And she was hot, and wet beyond fucking belief. "Fuck, you are so ready for me ain't you darlin'?" He questioned breathlessly as she pushed back on him, trying to control him. He laughed as he used his left hand to roll on the condom as his right continued to tease inside Lori's body.
"Nope, ain't gonna' get the better of ol' Merle by usin' your pussy, I don't work that way sugar." He laughed again as Lori huffed and stilled. "That's better now, hold good and still for me sugar." Merle's hands moved to her naked hips and he began to push his cock into her narrow pussy.
She was fucking tight, nearly painfully so, but worth every torturous inch he pushed inside her and then some. "Fuck, your old man is a lucky SOB, gettin' to fuck this whenever the fuck he wants." He mutters and feels Lori laugh.
"Well, if he didn't forget he had a family half the time." He hears bitterness in her tone. She isn't happy, but that is none of his never mind. They've been passing each other for a while now, the heat simmering between them, the steam building up until this morning when they'd both been in the same place at the same time and Lori had been pissed or irritated or hurt enough at her husband that she'd thought fuck it all.
Merle knew he was being used, fuck he was happy being used by this soccer mom, she might be skinny where he liked a little meat on his bones, but fuck. She had the tightest pussy he'd been inside in maybe forever. He could deal.
Bottoming out in Lori's clinging pussy Merle groaned and relaxed for a few seconds. Then his fingers curled almost into claws as he grasped Lori's hips and began to fuck her, hard, fast, cheap and nasty. Fuck her like the whore she was treating him.
But fuck, she was going to make him come, sooner rather than later. Merle wanted nothing more than to be inside her without a condom. He wondered if her fucking 'Rick' knew how lucky he was to have a pussy like this to come home to. He doubted it from what she'd said.
"Fuck, if you were mine, no fucking way I'd neglect you like you say your husband does Lori, no fucking way." Merle punctuated his last three words with an extra sharp snap of his hips. He could already see bruises forming on the back of Lori's buttocks where his bony hips were marking her pale skin.
And that reddening and slowly bruising skin was enough to make his balls draw up. "Gonna come on my cock woman without a touch to your clit huh?" He questioned breathlessly.
Lori hadn't moved her hands from the doorframe of the van. She was braced there, fucking back on Merle's cock every time he fucked into her.
She needed this fucking as much as he wanted it.
"Yes." Her voice is whispered, almost pained as she pushes back harder, making Merle's hips hit her buttocks even more sharply and his fingers scratch her as he digs them into her hips to find a better purchase.
"Good girl. That's what I like to hear." Merle suddenly lets go of a hip and grabs Lori's hair, he pulls back violently making her arch her back and cry out as he brings her to his mouth, his tongue sliding sloppy and wet over her neck and up to her mouth where she surprises him again by pushing her own tongue out to meet him.
And he came, hard and fast, churning into her pussy, his cock filling the condom with his seed that he wished was filling the woman instead.
"Fuck." He muttered as he felt Lori's own orgasm slam through her. Her pussy clenching and pulsing on his cock made him spurt out a few more dribbles of sperm before he stopped moving inside her and wrapped his arms around her slim waits instead. Let her support him for a minute with her arms on the doorframe.
When her shoulders moved infinitesimally Merle took a deep breath and released it before he straightened up a little. He put a hand on the base of the condom and pulled out of Lori, slow and steady, not wanting to leave her warmth.
She surprises him though by turning around and batting his hands away. She took off his condom, tied it off and threw it into the underbrush. She grinned at Merle as she pulled his jeans back up from where they'd bunched around his thighs and tucked him in before doing everything up and buckling his belt again.
Grinning at her Merle shook his head and then returned the favour. He cupped her pussy as he finished doing up her jeans. "Wish I'd gotten the opportunity to make you come with my mouth." He says wistfully.
A smile flashed across Lori's face. "Me too, that mouth of yours has to be good for something other than talking shit."
Narrowing his eyes Merle stepped back as Lori shrugged into her blouse and buttoned herself away. "You sayin' I talk too much sugar?" He questioned dangerously.
"Nope, you don't talk too much Merle, you just talk shit." Lori says with a wider grin. She flips her hair behind her shoulders as she reaches a hand out and pats his cheek. "Thank you." Her smile is gone now as she looks at him seriously.
And that look and those two words take his temper in full. Shaking his head Merle steps back. He doffs an imaginary hat again and winks at her. "Anytime sugar, anytime." Then he strides back to his bike, kicks it to life and rides on home.
In the shower a little while later he jerks himself off thinking of Lori thanking him.
He wonders if he'll ever get the opportunity to eat her out. He really wished he'd been able to do that with her today.
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Six months later he's in the back of a patrol car listening in while the deputy in the driver's seat makes a call. He pulls down his sun visor as he does so and fingers a photograph tacked on there. Merle's eyes widen imperceptibly as he sees it.
"Lori, it's me, I'm going to be late tonight." Merle watches the deputy rub the bridge of his nose and breathe as if he's trying to keep words inside, deep down inside.
"I know, it can't be helped, I've got to process someone." He rests his head back on the headrest of the driver's seat and lets Lori speak. "I'm sorry, I am." He says no more and Merle shakes his head.
Fucking dipshit, didn't even know how to keep his woman in line. A woman like Lori needed to be told shit as much as she needed to be reassured. Jesus fucking Christ, he'd never had a steady woman in his life and he fucking knew that.
"I love…" The deputy breaks off and pulls the phone away from his ear and stares at it. Lori had obviously hung up.
Merle couldn't help smiling. He, Merle Dixon had fucked this deputy's wife on the side of the road months ago, and she'd fucking loved it. Life was sweet.