After breakfast Merle and Michonne arrived at the shop. They were about 15 minutes late, between traffic and Merle wanting to order the whole menu. "Daryl's gonna be mad at you." She teased. The last thing that she wanted to see was a Dixon brother smack down match. As funny as it would probably be it would be best that it didn't happen. The grass was littered with pickup trucks, so business must've been really good.
He chuckled. "Shit, he's always mad at me bout' somethin' anyway!" They both got out of the car. "Hope little Daryl is still alive in there."
"What?" She asked with a laugh.
"He's kinda socially stunted." He mentioned, trying to hold back his laughter.
Michonne hit him in the shoulder as they made their way into the shop. "Oh stop it!," Merle paused and chuckled uncontrollably, seeing Daryl talking to a woman at the counter. The son of a bitch was all grins. Oh yeah, he enjoyed busting Daryl's balls. Michonne knew Merle well enough. "Don't you dare." She heeded, still laughing herself.
"Now honey," He lectured. "I wouldn't be myself if I didn't." He said with a sadistic grin.
She rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Who am I to deny the terrorizing of an older brother to a younger one?" She joked.
"Hey, he talks about me too," Merle protested. "He ain't no angel." He walked up to the counter with Michonne at his side.
Daryl huffed. "You're late."
He immediately ignored Daryl's nagging and turned his attention to the woman that he was talking to. "And who is this?"
"I'm Carol, I'm from a few miles down the road," She reached for Merle's hand. "Nice to meet you," Carol was a decent looking woman, average height with short, spikey gray hair and cool blue eyes. She was slender and had well-defined cheekbones. She wore a plain white t-shirt and jeans with well-worn sneakers. "Merle, right?"
Michonne knew that look on Merle's face. It was the "I'm going to make things as awkward for you as I can" face. He gently gripped her hand. "The handsome older brother." He said smugly.
"Shut up, Merle!" Daryl snarled.
Carol smiled at the bickering brothers.
Merle shrugged. "Anyway...this is my lady friend, Michonne."
Lady friend? That's the second time he called her that. What did that even mean? Both women greeted each other and empathized with one another. Both were equally as reserved as the other. Merle and Daryl were handfuls when they were together, but Merle was wild regardless.
"Did she meet Blondie and pretty boy?" Merle asked.
"It's Andrea and Philip..." Michonne corrected primly.
"Yes, honey-bunny." He cajoled like the pliant husband. Michonne's face turned red at the sound of his voice and her new pet name. Daryl gave his elder brother the side-eye, then laughing to himself.
"I did meet them," Carol replied, wanting to offset the awkwardness that she was feeling. "They're very nice."
Merle cleared his throat, then giving Daryl a peculiar look. "So where you crazy kids headin'?"
"I'm gonna show Carol how to use a crossbow and hunt later on," Daryl answered, smiling as he looked bashfully at her. "I'm just showing her around the shop for now."
Merle rubbed his chin. "Alright, I'll be training Michonne since she's my sexy little worker bee," He said with a wink. She blushed and began walking away. She jumped in surprise when she felt his firm hand slap her ass as she walked past him. "I'll be with you in a minute, sweetheart." He said, licking his lips.
Daryl shook his head and Carol silently thanked her lucky stars that he wasn't like his older brother.
Michonne was embarrassed and a bit unhinged by Merle as she walked around the store. He just oozed sex. In her mind she could feel him all over...caressing her, and more. His presence was just that strong. Even when she wasn't thinking about it he found some way to remind her of his attraction to her; and vise versa.
Later that day...
"How's the book coming along?" Merle asked, standing behind her.
Her eyes widened in nervousness, of course it had to be just her and him closing shop. She swallowed hard. "Good," She said, her voice squeaking. She hugged her body as close to the counter as she could to avoid his body, to no avail. She felt his broad body against her small-framed one. He pressed against her, leaning into her with an arm on each side of her. She felt as secure as she felt trapped. He gingerly moved her dreads to the side and kissed the back of her neck. The gentle sensation sent a spark of fire through her labored veins. He then kissed the side of her neck, a light moan escaping her full lips. "Ah, is this sexual harassment in the workplace." She said with a half smile. She wanted to offset that she was aware of his hard dick pressing against her lower back and ass.
He chuckled, putting his hands on hers and nuzzling against her. He wanted to ignore his cock for a few minutes. "Sweetheart, this is after hours," He joked with a seductive tinge to his southern voice. "After hours don't count." He liked joking with her and making her laugh.
Her discomfort melted into amusement, just like he hoped. She failed to stifle her sharp laughter.
"See, ain't you glad that I'm here?," He asked, releasing her and moving to her side. "I make you laugh." He turned his gaze to the book.
"Yeah, you're something." She replied as she playfully rolled her eyes.
She should've told him something that he didn't know. He ran his hand through his hair, flashing her a quick smile. "You're doin' great," He praised. "You work fast, I see."
She blushed and folded her arms. "Managing a book isn't hard." She said dismissively.
He looked at her and flashed that bad boy grin. Her attempt at a stony demeanor crumbled. "You ever think it's cause' I wanna see your pretty little body sashayin' round' here-?"
"I should've figured." She muttered, putting her hands on her hips.
"You didn't let me finish," He playfully scolded. "And I was also gonna say that I like your company round' here." She was like a breath of fresh air being in the shop; she seemed to have kept him grounded too. And lord knows Merle Dixon needed "grounding".
"Yeah, yeah..." She said back.
He turned his head to the side, surveying her reaction. "Do you wanna go out for dinner?" He asked hopefully.
"Hmm, well how about I make you dinner." She suggested.
He laughed. "What, you can cook?"
Michonne was both amused and insulted by that remark. She put her hands on her hips once more, asserting herself. "Of course I can cook, Merle," She did her signature eye roll. "When you saw me in the supermarket I wasn't putting peanut butter and ramen noodles in my cart." That man had some nerve.
He liked when she got all feisty. "I know that, sweetheart," He said, kissing the side of her face. "What are you gonna make for me then?" He was a little excited that the lovely Michonne was offering to cook for him.
"I shouldn't make anything for your behind." She retorted, turning up her nose at him.
"Hey," He whined. "I was only bullshittin' with you," He didn't want her mad at him. Jesus. "Don't be like that to me." He begged like a repentant pup.
A wide smile forced its way on her face as she attempted to hide her faint laugh. "You're really cute when you whine like a puppy!" She teased.
He scratched his head. It dawned on him, she was kidding. He sighed in relief. "Don't play with me like that!," He complained, laughing at himself. "I'm tryin' to keep you happy...you know the sayin'."
"If momma ain't happy, nobody's happy," She recited proudly. "And don't you forget it." She said with a wink, putting her finger to his chest.
He grabbed her hand and gently bought it to his lips. "I'll keep that in mind, my sweet chocolate drop." He cajoled.
She relished in his worship of her. That's right, Beyoncé...eat your heart out. She flashed a smile at him and he nearly turned to mush. "Name it and I'll make it." She said sweetly.
He paused, looking down at her curiously. "Surprise me." He did love surprises...the combination of the beautiful Michonne and food, what could possibly go wrong?
"Alright, then drive me back so I can pick up my car and then I'll go to the supermarket," She paused. "Um, if you don't mind I mean." She hadn't wanted to be overly dependent or needy.
"You know I don't," He cajoled, keeping a firm hold on her hand. "Go on to the truck and I'll be out in a few minutes once I lock up." He reluctantly released her hand. He watched her leave the shop, then turning his attention to his task at hand. He needed to straighten the shelves and merchandise. He also had to make sure the windows and entry ways are locked up. Daryl counted all of the inventory so luckily that responsibility was covered. He hated doing inventory anyway.
Michonne walked towards the truck, then stopping to admire the clear sky. The sun was as bright and glaring as ever, even as sunset was 2 or so hours away. The scenery was certainly peaceful; she never really knew peace in the city. She hadn't even known peace in her life besides her beloved son. Mike seemed to have been a dark cloud over her life until recently. That was until Merle came to her aid. He seemed to have liberated her, but she was still subdued in more ways than one. Sex was but a forethought...except when Merle's thick fingers were knuckle-deep inside of her. She was plagued with the tantalizing thoughts of him possibly doing more. She bit her lip as her inner muscles clenched with a primitive need.
She did need his fingers inside of her, better yet; she needed his hard cock. Maybe even his tongue...but she needed something. Sex was natural, so why had she been so ashamed? With the steady connection that she had been building with Merle, it shouldn't be a surprise that she looked to him. She hadn't felt as connected to any other man before. She was wise enough to know that connections bred attraction...then the rest was history, or rather hot, animalistic sex. Why was she thinking about sex at the most inopportune times?
She jumped, hearing Merle call out to her as he walked towards her. "Why ain't you in the truck, sweetheart?" He was blissfully ignorant of the desire building within her.
"I was looking at the sky," She answered, looking back at him. "It's peaceful."
He smiled, looking up at the sky with her. "Only peace I ever known," He said with simplicity in his voice. He truly appreciated nature and the outdoors. Denying nature and human desires was foolish to him. "Nature is real...uncensored." He turned his cool, blue eyes at her. He liked the raw, animalistic actions and desires. He wanted that, naturally it felt right.
She turned to face him, putting her hand to his face. He watched her attentively with his intense eyes. She kissed him slow and deep. She wanted him to know how real things could be with her. He put his hand behind her head and returned the favor. She was as beautiful and raw as nature to him and he wanted every inch of her. He wanted to throw her over the hood and plow into her. No censoring, no inhibitions. As ready as he was he knew that she still wasn't, no matter how much she wreathed against him or kissed him maddeningly.
"I want to eat that sweet pussy of yours," He said in a guttural and lusty tone. Instead of dinner he instantly bypassed that notion for dessert. He could only imagine her spread eagle on his bed, just for his eyes. He wanted to show her the wonders of being uninhibited and wild. He saw glimpses of her wild, primitive side the other night, and he wanted to see more. It would be his personal mission to pleasure her like every woman should be. "Will you let me do that for you?" It was as much for him as it was for her. It would bring joy to his heart to have his face nose-deep in her hot, womanly essence.
She was breathing heavily. "I would like that." She whispered in a matter of fact way. It must've been the country air that got to her, either way he was turned on.
He grabbed her hand, walking towards the back of the store. Their was a small field out back, leading up to a nearby wooded and grassy area. "I want to get a sample of what I'll be gettin' someday," He said, easing her up against a tree. "Guess you can say that I'm a bit impatient." He joked, bringing his lips to hers. His kisses always felt so right. As he kissed her she faintly wondered if anyone could see them from the road. But a part of her didn't care, she wanted him now...in the only way she'd let herself have him.
She didn't want his first time seeing her to be in a forest. She didn't want him to know how sentimental she was. He liked her, and she liked him...but he wanted to fool around. She did too, but she felt guilt because her feelings and desires were so sudden. They were nearly instant. From the beginning his loyalty was second to none to her and her son. Surely their interactions had more value than the sake of rubbing warm bodies. She was sure that it did, she just couldn't fully give her body to him quite yet. It just wasn't time. No. But stimulation was okay. She was still a vixen deep, down inside.
As he continued kissing her he felt her hands fumbling with his belt. "Do you think someone will see us?" She asked against his lips.
"Dont think so," He answered, hoarsely. "But if so they might catch a good show." He joked, then going silent as he heard the sound of his zipper. What was she going to do? He wondered and his cock throbbed with excitement. He cursed as he felt her dainty hand reach into his pants, then into his loose-fitting boxers. What was she doing?! A low pitched groan escaped his lips as he felt her hand around his thick, pulsating shaft. Her grip was firm, but her fingers were still feminine and soft against him. Her feminine touch sent shock waves throughout his eager body. He was so focused on her lovely body he hadn't even thought of how her hands would feel. But they felt amazing against his hard flesh.
She smiled, then giving him a brief kiss. "I love how it feels." She whispered to him. It felt so hard...and hot. It felt alive; it was desire and need in the rawest form. She didn't want him to eat her here. No. She was in the mood to give him pleasure. She wanted him as on the edge as she was. She wanted to see the searing heat of his release, to see the look on his sexy, over-confident face.
He was at a loss for words at she tightened her grip, then loosening it. His knees buckled as she began gently stroking him. He was so surprised and turned on by her. She was taking initiative. He still had her up against the tree, but in reality she had him, by his cock to be exact...and he loved every second of it. She stopped and he nearly whimpered for her to start again. She was tantalizing. She explored him with her fingers, taking him in by touch, not sight. She wanted to memorize every ridge and vein on his dick.
There was a method to Michonne's madness. Pleasuring each other was twice as hot when they couldnt see each other; and Merle seemed to be going mad with anticipation. He looked at her with dazed eyes. She was in control now and it was so deliciously hot. She was exploring him with her curious hands. For such a sexually inhibited woman, she sure was sensual...and irresistible in her own right. She was his little Nubian vixen for sure. She had all of the power in her hand and knew it.
"Let me eat you right here," He suggested, almost begging. "If you thought my fingers were good, you'll love my tongue," He said in an effort to entice her and appeal to her inner sex goddess. "The mood's too good to stop now." He growled, taking her head into his hands and kissing her. She released his hard cock from her hand, bringing both of them up to caress his back in a tender gesture.
"You don't want me to-?"
"Sweetheart," He purred with that sultry southern voice she couldnt say "no" to. "Lay in the grass for me," She obediently did so, then looking up at him. He stooped down and unfastened the button on her shorts. He pulled them down and saw that she was wearing thin, laced black panties with a tiny bow on the top. He was nearly salivating. Not only was she sexy, but she had good taste in underwear. He looked up at her, wanting permission. "Is it okay if I pull them down?" He wanted her to feel comfortable and sure of him.
"Yes."
She didn't have to tell him twice. He placed each hand on both sides of her waist, grabbing at the soft fabric of the waistband of her panties. He slowly pulled them down, his eyes surveying her lovely landscape. She had such flawless skin, the beautiful dark shade that he began to adore. He kissed her in every spot as he slowly and tortuously slid down her panties. His lips traveled from her hips, then to her thighs. He stopped to admire her pussy, she kept it shaved just like had liked. He briefly kissed the surface of it, then quickly removing her shorts and panties. He couldn't wait to see her spread eagle for him. "Mmm, you're so beautiful," He mused, zipping up his pants. "Now spread them legs for me, honey."
As much as he wanted to have her right in the field it just wasn't time yet. But he figured the time was coming very soon. And once it does she'll never be able to shake ol' Merle. He already adored her. But having sex with her would only make him wrapped around her petite finger even more. He'd never leave her be then, not that he would now. So for now he'd let his tongue and mouth have their day.
She faintly recalled the possibility of getting caught as she did as he told her. She moved slow, watching his eyes drop to her pussy. He ignored the protest from his dick. He just wanted her to enjoy the moment.
Being with Merle like this was invigorating. She felt the tall grass brush against her ass and other bare parts. She hadn't done anything in a field, especially something like this. He abruptly lifted her up by her ass, her legs dangling in surprise. In less than 5 seconds he was nose deep within her. He slowly licked at her clit, slightly nibbling it with his teeth. Oh he was deliciously strong and bold as he effortlessly supported her weight with his hands. The man just screamed SEX. Any type. She nearly screamed at the unexpected sensation, forgetting where she was. She was in the back of Merle's shop in a field spread eagle for him.
It felt so erotically risky and hot. Nature was everything. Desire was everything. "Oh fuck, you taste good!" He marveled, then greedily thrusting his tongue deep into her. She tasted like hot, liquid sex...musky, erotic and aesthetically pleasing on every level. She was like Heaven to his taste buds and nose.
A sharp moan escaped her as the pleasurable sensation shook her core. "Merle!," She called out in pure pleasure, bringing in his face with her hands. She wanted more. She needed more. "More."
She was as lusty and deprived as he was, and by God Merle was going to give her more. He moved his tongue in a circular motion against her clit and removed one hand from her behind. He held her up with one hand while he stuck his index and middle finger into her yearning pussy. He pleasured her with his fingers as he licked and sucked at her aroused clit and swollen labia. She moaned aloud, desperately grabbing at the thick, long grass.
She was shaking like a leaf and lusting like a female cat in heat. The feel of his rugged and thick fingers against her aroused nether regions was too good to forget. Surely she'd be dreaming of his fingers...and other things inside of her. It would make their co-existence even harder. But she threw caution to the wind, running her fingers through his course hair as he continued pleasing her. She chanted his name and threw her head back.
He sucked up every heavenly drop of her pussy juice as he rammed his fingers in and out of her. He loved the feel of her liquid, heat against his fingers and mouth. He loved hearing her say his name while he was making her come. That got him going like nothing else. This was their second time fooling around and he hadn't came, but he didn't want it to be about him. He wanted it to be all about her pleasure and satisfaction.
It was almost sundown and urgency and lust took over as he withdrew his fingers one last time. Her convulsing walls resisted, finally giving way. They both felt like over-sexed teenagers. Though it had been a long time for Michonne, and Merle just didn't have that Earth-shaking connection with a woman before. He licked her to her own mind-numbing nirvana. "Bite my finger," He urged her between licks, wanting to muffle her lusty noises. She gently bit his finger, she was shaking as the orgasm rolled through her body. It was all too much. "Mmm." He eagerly lapped up all of her pussy's juices. He released her and placed her body fully on the ground.
She exhaled deeply, releasing the thick grass and sitting up. "That was...," She struggled to catch her breath. "Amazing." She praised him, as he looked at her.
He licked his lips and sucked the remnants of her release off of his fingers. "You taste so damn good," He said, leaning into her and kissing her deeply. She wasn't keen on the taste of herself, but she loved Merle's kisses. She neglected to realize that she was stark naked from the waist down. He sensed her growing alarm and handed her her shorts and panties. "It's almost sundown so we need to get going," She hurriedly put on her panties and shorts, then standing up. He looked up at her, finally standing up. He gently grabbed her hand. "Come on," He urged, leading her back to the truck. He opened the door for her and shut it, then getting into the driver's seat. He gazed at her for a moment. "Told you that I'd always take care of you." He boosted with a smile.
"Guess you really do deserve dinner." She said with a content sigh.
Damn right.
I appreciate every comment that I get! I'm really liking where this story is going! I'm writing as I go so...yeah ^_^. Please, please forgive any grammatical errors. I've read these 4,100 words several times and I'm screaming uncle! I can't re-read it anymore! Haha. But regardless, I hope you all like it because I did ;P. Any comment is great. P.s, I might need to make my chapters shorter lol.