CHAPTER 9

At dinner everyone drank and enjoyed feeling normal again. Noel didn't, she denied herself the alcohol that would make her brain foggy while she needed to figure a way out of this place. She looked around her and noticed Daryl get up and leave with a bottle of Southern Comfort in his hand. Noel relaxed a little; knowing he was somewhere else gave her one less thing to worry about.

After dinner Noel stayed and distracted herself by watching everyone in their drunken states. She eventually got up, saying goodnight, and headed to her room. When she got there she froze immediately and thought she was in the wrong place. In the dark, sitting on her bed she could see the outline of one of the men she was trying to avoid: Daryl.

As she stood in the doorway, she looked around making sure she was in fact in the right place. She noticed the bottle sitting on the nightstand: barely a quarter of the liquid gone. He stood walking over to her, he pulled her inside and shut and locked the door behind her, keeping the lights off. Her heart was slamming in her chest as she internally debated whether she wanted to run and hide or stay and let Daryl have his way with her.

When his mouth crashed down onto her, he made the decision for her, as she tasted the alcohol on his lips. He deepened the kiss using his tongue to explore her mouth. She gave in to him. She gave into his lips and his hands coaxing her body to want what he wanted.

He made quick work of their shirts and shoes and he gripped her hips tightly pressing himself against her, rubbing against her slowly. One hand remained at her nape while the other one slid down her chest, between her breasts and the flat planes of her stomach. He unbuttoned her pants and pushed his hand inside her underwear, touching her with practiced experience, making her hips buck against his hand. She broke the kiss and moaned softly, eyebrows furrowed.

"Shh," Daryl quickly hushed her and pushed his lips onto hers again. He rid them each of their pants and underwear as he positioned himself to enter her, right there against the wall. Her mind was racing and she knew there was no turning back now.

At least try to stop this! She screamed to herself as she pulled her lips away from his. She opened her mouth to protest when he pushed inside of her causing a pained moan to escape her parted lips. He kissed her again in an attempt to stifle her moans of both pain and pleasure as he quickly found a rhythm.

They gripped each other tightly as she let him bring her to the edge. He slid his hands all over her body grasping her ass and leg in his hand pulling her to meet his thrusts. Feeling the familiar warmth spread throughout her body she buried her face in his neck, hoping to quiet herself. Quiet grunts escaped his lips as she felt him begin to loose control. And she was right there with him; her head fell back and her back arched as she let the pleasure consume her. He came shortly after, releasing his seed into her womb.

Unlike their first encounter, he remained buried inside her as they came down. And instead of leaving her, he lifted her up, still inside her, and carried her to the bed where he settled on top of her. She was in pain now as the euphoria of her orgasm left her.

"Daryl… please… I– ," she said between breaths. But he kissed her in response and pushed one of her knees towards her chest as he pushed himself further inside of her. She marveled at how easily he found the spot inside her that made her legs tremble. He began to move again, his pace increasing steadily until they were both close again.

He rested his forehead against hers as he plowed into her bringing them over the edge together leaving them panting, breathing in each other's air. He moved slowly out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her. As soon as she could, she sat up, wrapping the blanket at the end of the bed around her thin frame. She felt the blood between her legs, like the first time and quickly picked up her bag and went to shower.

She emerged from the bathroom in a large t-shirt and sweatpants and was surprised to see Daryl still in bed. He had put his underwear back on and was lying on his back with his arms folded behind his head. He watched her as she deposited her bag on the other side of the room and then crawled into bed. She slid under the covers and curled up on her side, her back to him.

After a short while, he slid under the covers as well and turned to face her back, moving closer to her. She figured he must have thought she was asleep when he slid his warm hand under her shirt making her shudder. He froze for a moment but then continued moving his hand back and forth, rubbing the smooth, soft skin of her back. She tried to force herself to remain awake, but she quickly fell asleep to the gentle movements of his rough but warm hand on her back.