WOW! I am so happy that everyone is enjoy my stories! I appreciate all the love.
This chapter contains more smut. Apparently once I got them started they won't stop! I promise to won't every chapter but I couldn't help it.
Thanks again for reading, Enjoy!
Jameson woke to the sound of her front door closing. She rolled over and saw the bed was empty. Sitting up Jameson listened but didn't hear Daryl moving around at all. Her brow wrinkled as she climbed out of bed.
'Did he really just sneak out?' she asked herself, wandering into the living room.
Jameson checked the bathroom and kitchen finding the place empty. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly she felt her stomach drop. Daryl had left without a word and now Jameson felt crushing disappointment.
"Shoulda expected it dumbass. You got too much baggage." Jameson muttered, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door. She looked in the mirror seeing her bed head and pale skin. The ever-present shadows under her eyes weren't as dark but still made her look tired. Turning on the water she stripped out of the tank top and underwear she slept in. Once in the shower she rested her head against the cool tile, taking in a shaky breath. She felt an aching sadness settle into her chest.
'You won't cry over this you idiot. It's just a guy.' Jameson told herself while breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. After scrubbing her hair she closed her eyes letting the warm water run over her, rinsing the soap away. When she opened her eyes back up she was greeted with a pair of dark blue ones.
"Fuckin' Christ," she gasped stumbling backwards. Daryl reached out and grabbed her arms. "Whoa, shit. I'm sorry I thought ya heard me." He exclaimed, pulling her to her feet.
"Goddamnit Dixon. I think I just had a coronary." Jameson snapped while breathing hard, her nerves feeling frayed as she pushed wet hair out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," He muttered, biting his thumb. Jameson shook her head and looked him over finally. He was standing there naked looking very awkward and apologetic.
"It's ok. I just I thought you left, wasn't expecting to see you there. Come here get under the water." Jameson said reaching her had out.
Daryl approached her carefully as if he'd scare her again.
"I ain't gonna bite," she said with a smirk and added, "Yet."
Daryl smirked and reached out, grabbing her waist and pulling her firmly against him. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply. "M'sorry I scared ya and that ya thought I'd leave like that." Daryl said, his lips grazing hers.
Jameson hummed and then asked, "Where'd you go?"
"Got us coffee 'n donuts." He said with a tiny smile.
"Lemme guess, Passion fruit strawberry creams?" Jameson said grinning widely.
Daryl looked away and tried to conceal a smile.
"You're an addict!" Jameson exclaimed and laughed. Daryl chuckled and muttered, "Shuddup."
They finished washing up and got dressed. Sitting on the couch they ate their donuts silently until Jameson moaned and leaned back, "Too much foods."
Daryl grunted and reached over, taking the rest of Jameson's donut. He popped in his mouth and smirked around the mouthful. Jameson shook her head pretending to be disgusted.
"Damn addict," Jameson muttered, hiding a smile while sipping her coffee.
"Don' judge. It's your fault. Can' help myself." Daryl replied stretching his body out and groaning. Jameson snorted loudly, leaning against the arm of the couch. Daryl sat back, pulling her feet into his lap. He stroked them slightly and Jameson hummed, smiling at him. Daryl picked up one of her feet and started rubbing it, digging his thumb into the arch. Jameson laid her head back and moaned slightly. Daryl laughed and asked, "Feel good?"
Jameson nodded and opened her eyes, "Yeah real good. Standing for ten hours a day everyday of the week is brutal." Daryl nodded and slowly rubbed her foot, then moved to the other. Once finished with her feet he moved up to her calf, slowly kneading the muscle. Jameson relished the pampering, groaning when he hit a tender spot.
"Did ya have any plans today before work?" Daryl asked while he looked at Jameson, still rubbing her calves.
"Not really. Have anything in mind?" Jameson asked, watching his hand slid over her leg.
"I gotta get the truck outta impound. Ya wanna come and drive it back to the shop for me?" he asked while concentrating on rubbing the muscle beneath his hands.
Jameson nodded and told him it wouldn't be a problem. She had plenty of time before she needed to be at work. Once he finished massage her calves he turned to kneel on the couch. Crawling towards her he settled between her thighs.
"Ya need me ta rub anythin' else?" he said gruffly, nipping her neck. Jameson arched towards him, rolling her hips against his. Daryl growled and gripped her hip. She smiled and kissed him slowly.
"Watcha wanna massage?" she asked sweetly in between kisses.
Daryl groaned and let his hands roam over her body, finally stopping at her face. He kissed her slowly but pulled back. "Fuck…darlin'….I gotta….get to…..the place before they…close." He mumbled as she ground against him. Jameson smirked at his inability to focus when she was squirming against him. "You sure Dixon. Not even a quickie?' Jameson whispered against his ear while licking are trail against his neck, finishing the torment by sucking his earlobe.
"Fuuuuuck." He groaned, his hips thrusting hard against her. He sat back on his heels and pulled her forward. After yanking her t-shirt over her head, he latched to her chest sucking and biting. Jameson threw her head back at the sensation but then sat forward, grabbing the back of his shirt's hem, pulling it up and over his shoulders. He sat back up and slid her pants and underwear down. Daryl paused a moment, looking at her naked in broad daylight for the first time. He groaned, sliding his hands up her thighs, spreading them and brushing his thumbs against her wet folds. Jameson hummed, her walls tightened and clenched in anticipation.
"Pants, now." She demanded.
Daryl stood up quickly, pushing his jeans down and settled between her legs, his cock sliding easily between her pink lips.
"Fuck..condom?" he asked still rocking his hips into her.
"I'm clean and on the pill." She muttered distracted by the sensation of his hot hard flesh against her. "I'm clean," he mumbled against her neck, sucking on the tender flesh behind her ear. He didn't hesitate when he looked up and saw her nod. Grabbing himself while watching her face, rubbed his swollen head against her clit. Jameson's mouth opened slightly as she let out a breathy gasp. Daryl groaned, clenching his eyes shut for a moment while he concentrated on the sensation. When he blinked them open he shifted himself lower, pushing in slowly in short rocking thrusts.
"So tight." He mumbled with one hand holding her hip and the other holding himself up. He watched himself slide into her while massaging her hip. Jameson raised her hips in sync with his thrusts. She felt a tightening and her walls flutter just minutes of his strokes.
"Gahhhhd, fuck Dare." She moaned, her hands gripping his neck and bicep, nails leaving half-moon indentions. Daryl focused on her face, staring into her eyes as she approached her climax.
"C'mon darlin'. Ya gonna cum for me." He demanded. Jameson flexed her inner muscle, squeezing him on a downward thrust and comes undone. Her hips jut upwards, spasming as every muscle in her body flexes.
"Fuck, fuck Daryl." Jameson groaned, her eyes close but open instantly. They're hooded, filled with lust.
"Cum in me Dare," she gasped and then bit her lip as aftershock tremors rolled through her body. Daryl growled at the words and thrust deeper and harder, snapping his hips against her slick flesh. The orgasm hit him hard. Daryl's body arched up, his jaw tightened and eyes shut. He felt pins and needles over his entire body as his hand grabbed her hip tight enough to bruise.
Eyes snapping open, he looked down at the woman beneath him, rocking inside of her while gasping for air. Daryl lowered himself, pressing his sweaty chest to her flushed one.
"Goddamn darlin'. So good," he said with a rough voice. Letting his hands roam over her body, stroking every naked inch of her he can reach.
"It's never….I've never," she muttered, her hands grazing over his back. Daryl pulled himself up to see her face. "Never what?" he asked, kissing her damp chest, his tongue tasting her salty skin.
"Never cum during sex before. Just from foreplay." She said, feeling shy for some reason. Daryl's eyes widen slightly and then a cocky smirk appeared.
"So your sayin' I'm the best you've ever had?" he asked, his fingertips trailing up her ribs, kissing her jaw while smiling.
Jameson paused and said, "Yeah actually." She smirked and let out a light laugh, resting her head back. Daryl growled quietly, his lips moving up to her mouth. They kiss deeply until they are gasping for air.
"We gotta get your truck." Jameson said between kissing him. Daryl nodded but kept tasting her neck while rubbing his hand up and down her side. Jameson chuckled and kissed his temple and told him, "Come on up, up. Let's get it done and then we can get lunch. I'll be hungry soon after that workout." Daryl nodded again but sat up this time to put clothes on.
Jameson stood up on wobbly legs. "I'm gonna use the restroom first and then we can go," she said with a smirk. Daryl raised his eyebrows slightly and bit his lip while looking at her naked before him. He didn't respond, apparently only capable of nodding.
Daryl waited in the living room for Jameson to get ready. He was dressed again and sitting on the couch they just christened. He glanced over at the spot he had nailed her too, groaning at the images behind his eyes. Daryl was semi hard again. He had never had sex like they just did. It had always been random sex. No strings attached and no feelings involved.
Daryl can feel something shifting inside him. He has a very strong pulling sensation in his chest. He wanted too be inside her forever. She felt so perfect against him. They moved together and were able to give each exactly what the other needed. The pulling he felt wasn't just physical though. Daryl could picture being with her everyday, coming home to her, waking up with her. He had never thought about having someone in his life the way he was fantasizing about now. His desire for Jameson was consuming him and instead of being scared or troubled by it he was pleasantly surprised and content.
Jameson walked out of the bedroom and he watched her approach. She was wearing her Johnny cash t-shirt and a pair of gray skinny jeans. She had on chucks on and her leather jacket.
"Ready?" he asked putting his hand out for her to grab. Jameson looked at it for a second and slid her tiny hand into his warm palm. Once downstairs he slid onto his bike as she settled behind him. He could feel her warm body pressed against his. Her arms circled completely around him, hands gripping the shirt under his vest. Daryl turned his torso to the side and leaned his head down while Jameson stretch her neck up. Kissing for a moment he smirked at her before kick starting the engine. They rode quickly to the other side of town to the impound lot.
Jameson climbed back onto his bike after parking his truck at the auto shop. They were heading to the diner for a late lunch before her shift. When they parked Jameson hesitated, looking through the window before she toward back to Daryl.
"What?" Daryl asked, a confused expression on his face.
Jameson chewed her lip and explained, "I gotta be careful. Frank could be here."
Daryl scowled and looked back into the diner. "Wait here," he said gruffly and strode into the tiny place. A moment later her walked out, holding the door open for her. "All clear," he said with a concered face.
Jameson sat in her normal booth, facing the door to see who would be entering. She felt Daryl watching her and she knew he would know what she was doing. When she looked back at him he was studying her closely.
"It's fine. I'm just going to be careful while in town now." She said, picking up the menu. Jameson wanted to change the subject. Talking about Frank was on her 'Never want to do if not necessary' list.
"Its fuckin bullshit that ya have to." He said gruffly, picking up his menu. Jameson looked up and saw that Carol wasn't working. Instead it was one of the part time waitresses named Rosita. Once they ordered Daryl said, "I guess Carol doesn't live here." Jameson chuckled and said, "No she doesn't. Seems like it but they do give her days off here and there." Rosita brought food over after just a few minutes.
"What're you doin tonight?" Jameson asked as she munched on her french fries. Daryl shrugged while biting into his giant burger. Chewing for a moment and said through a mouthful of food, "Got to a bar."
Jameson smiled and shook her head. "You're crazy. Don't know how you can sit there forever waiting for me to get off work. Gotta be boring."
Daryl swallowed and said, "I get to talk to ya 'n watch ya. Never bored. I will probably do a couple things before comin' in."
They ate silently until they were both full. Daryl paid while Jameson argued and then pouted. Daryl just laughed at her and opened the diner door. Jameson scowled at him before following him outside. "Get over it," he stated as he climbed on the motorcycle. Jameson was still scowling and said, "Never," but hid her smile.
Sorry for the shorter Chapter. I wanted to get something posted today but didn't have time for a long one.
I am happy everyone is enjoy this story! If you haven't already checked out my other Jameson story please do! "Backroads" a walker filled story.