Chapter Nine
He didn't know what the hell was wrong with him. Not one clue. All he was certain of was that he was in some serious trouble. Probably more than he had ever been in before. All he had meant to do was ask her if she wanted him to pick up something to eat on his way back. That was innocent enough. Now he couldn't stop staring at her and his heart was beating too fucking hard in his chest and the only thing he wanted to do was strip his damn clothes off and get right in the shower with her.
And she wanted the same fucking thing. He could see it in the way her pale eyes grew dark as she regarded him. But they weren't drunk. This was morning and this was when they were both suppose to regret all the shit that had happened the night before. His mind was clear, however. Clear of alcohol anyway. He definitely wasn't thinking straight. Because if he was thinking straight his shirt would still be on.
He didn't remember even taking it off.
He saw her eyes widen and then take him in just as his hand went to his belt. He also hadn't realized that he had crossed the distance from the door to the shower. He hadn't taken his eyes off of hers the whole time. He tore the belt away and then her hand was on the back of his neck, pulling his face towards hers as he frantically worked on getting his pants undone. Her lips were demanding and once she was sure that he wasn't going to go anywhere she let go of his neck and slid her hands down to help him with the goddamn button that he couldn't seem to undo. She shoved at his jeans, trying to work them over his hips as he toed off his boots and clumsily kicked the pants away.
He crowded her into the corner of the stand up shower, his hands all over her as her arms wound around his neck. The way she was kissing him had his head spinning, her tongue hot and greedy as it danced with his own. He was panting like a fucking dog into her mouth and then her teeth sank into his lip, one long leg curling over his hip and he thought if he didn't get inside her just then he'd fucking die.
"Fuck," he groaned, pushing into her as deep as he could, that sweet familiar heat wrapping around him like wet velvet. He thought he would be a little desensitized by now but that wasn't the case. Somehow he was just as stunned by how goddamn good she felt as he had been the night before. And fuck him if he was going to be able to make this last once he was actually able to get his bearings. With the water beating down on him it was too damn slippery to actually get any kind of rhythm.
"Turn around," he growled into her ear.
She pulled back, eyes huge as she shook her head. "There's no way you're putting that thing there."
He braced himself with one hand on the wall as he barked out a laugh. "Goddamn it, I won't. Just turn around." He backed away from her enough for her to shoot him one last warning look and then she turned. As soon as she did he pulled her hips into him and he was inside of her again, the angle giving him a lot more leeway to actually move. He kicked her legs further apart with one foot and then his hand slid between her legs.
As soon as his fingers started working over her she cried out loudly and braced her hand against the wall. He slammed into her harder and every thrust had her body tensing more and more until he felt her clench around him. He shuddered against her just before he let go himself, letting her body drain him. When he was finally able to catch his breath he moved so she could turn around. He caged her in with his arms as she leaned her back against the wall. She was breathing heavily but she was smiling.
"You're one talented man, Daryl Dixon," she laughed but it turned into a low moan when his lips met hers again.
He pulled back, meeting her gaze and blinking water out of his eyes. "I better go get you some clothes. I'll leave my shirt so you ain't gotta walk around in a sheet."
She nodded, regarding him curiously.
"What?" He asked, taking advantage of the moment and running his tongue along the column of her throat.
"You're surprisingly sweet. It's just a little unexpected is all."
He grimaced against her wet skin. "I ain't sweet."
With a sigh she pushed him away. "I really need my clothes. And I believe you were going to ask me something before you started taking off yours." She raised one eyebrow at him.
"Right. You want me to get food on the way back?"
She grinned. "See. Sweet. And yes. Thank you. And coffee. A lot of coffee."
He snorted and kissed her again, lingering for another minute before slipping out of the shower and shoving his legs into his jeans without even drying off. He was doing an awful lot of kissing this morning. He grabbed her car keys, which he had thankfully stuck in his own pocket last night, and headed out the door. He had already replaced her battery so he didn't have to worry about that.
Strangely enough, the thing he was worried about was going into her house. It was stupid. He barely knew her but the thought of stepping foot into a house she was going to be sharing with her husband made him feel a little sick to his stomach. He didn't know why and he shrugged it off. Just like he thought, her house was in a nice neighborhood. There were people out doing yard work at the house next door and he wished he had thought to stop at his house and grab himself another shirt. He killed the engine and hopped out of the car, walking right up to the front door as her neighbors stared at him. Hopefully they wouldn't call the cops. That would be a bitch to explain away.
He unlocked the door and hurried inside, kicking it closed behind him. He found himself standing in a large living room. The stairs were to his right and she had told him that her room was the door on the left at the top of the stairs but he found himself heading in the other direction, heading towards a mantel that held an array of framed photos.
He ran his hand through his still damp hair and smiled to himself at a picture of Carol and Sophia at a park. There were others like that, just snapshots. The smile froze and then fell away when he spotted a family photo. It looked to be a few years old because Sophia was a lot different in this picture than the girl he had met. The smile on her face was obviously forced. His eyes moved up to Carol. She looked pretty much the same but not the same. There was a guarded look in her eyes that bothered him. She looked stiff, like she was bracing for something, even then. Like he'd knock the hell out of her for messing up. And then he took in the man next to her.
Daryl was used to men that were harsher than most. Hell, he was harsher than most when he needed to be. The men that he had been around all his life were hardened and sometimes cruel. They were men that would do a lot of ugly things if they had to do them. But this guy, he seemed harsh in a different way. His eyes were cold and calculating. His expression was almost predatory. He looked like the type of guy that was capable of ruling his home with an iron fist.
"I just got done fuckin' your wife, asshole," Daryl muttered as he put the photo back on the mantel and then rearranged them so the man's face was hidden behind a picture of a much younger Sophia opening presents and wearing one of those stupid pointy hats.
On his way to the stairs he walked past a large mirror, glanced at his reflection and then stopped, his eyes widening. He turned so he could get a better look at his back. "Mother fuck," he grumbled, frowning. There were angry red marks running from his spine to his sides all the way down. He remembered now. That had happened right after they had made it to the room. She must not have even seen them this morning or surely she would have had him put his damn shirt back on.
Muttering about out of control women he hurriedly grabbed her some clothes out of her closet. He grabbed jeans and a short sleeved shirt that buttoned up the front. There wasn't a whole lot to choose from and he didn't know what the hell to get for her anyway. At least this way she'd be covered.
He stopped by a fast food place and went through the drive through. He wasn't about to walk in without his shirt on, especially now. Once he made it back to the shop he pulled up right by the back door. He grabbed her clothes and tucked them under his arm and then balanced the take out bag and cup holder in one hand as he walked through the door.
He stopped in his tracks. Merle, Piper and Sophia all turned their heads in his direction.
"Where the hell is your shirt?" Merle asked, lifting a brow.
Daryl opened his mouth but no words came out at first. "I left it upstairs."
Piper barked out a laugh and then quickly covered her mouth with her hand when he glared at her.
Merle crossed his arms over his chest. "You didn't know I was comin' this early. Why do you got two cups of coffee?"
"I was thirsty," he said quickly. Why in the fuck were they here?
Piper turned her back to him but he could see her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Sophia was staring at him with wide eyes, her face as red as his probably was.
Merle was still staring at him like he grew an extra head. "What'cha got there under your arm?"
Daryl glanced down and cursed under his breath. "What's with all the questions, Merle? Damn."
Merle shook his head. "You got some lady up there don't you? You actually had yourself a sleepover? Must have been one hell of a woman for you to let her stay."
"Oh my God," Sophia muttered.
"Merle, fuck off," he grumbled and was about to turn... but he couldn't. Because Carol tore his goddamn back up and they would see it. He shifted on his feet. "Why the hell are you starin' at me?"
Merle shrugged and grinned like the Cheshire cat. Piper finally turned around, swiping at the tears under her eyes. "Come on Sophia. We can wait outside."
Daryl gave her a nod and she winked. He remembered as soon as they stepped out the door that Carol's car was there now and it obviously hadn't been earlier. This was turning out to be a hell of a morning. He turned around quickly when Piper grabbed Sophia's hand and headed back inside. That left his back exposed to Merle and he heard his brother let out a low whistle.
"Good Lord it's been a while since I've had one that wild."
Piper threw her hands up. "Okay. This is ridiculous. Daryl, I love you but you're not helping me out here. Sophia, your mom spent last night here, probably having a lot of sex with Daryl. Sure, it's an awkward situation but watching Daryl try to hide it is fucking painful."
"Oh Holy fuck!" Merle laughed. "You didn't? You horny little son of a bitch! You nailed your neices friends married mom? You sick fuck. Even I wouldn't have done that."
"Oh God," Sophia muttered again and leaned against the wall.
Daryl glared at Piper.
"What the hell was I suppose to do? She calls your phone at two in the morning because she's worried about her mom and then she ends up talking to her mom on your phone. You're topless, driving her mom's car. You have her clothes under your arm cause you obviously can't remember where you stripped her, and I tried to help but I can't. So now I just helped everyone by laying it all out on the table."
"She has a point little brother. You did look pretty stupid tryin' to think up good lies on the fly. You ain't good at it."
Daryl had nothing left to say. Piper was right. He took a deep breath, gave Sophia an apologetic look and then turned around to head up the stairs.
"My God, you must have really given it to her goo-"
"Piper!" Daryl yelled, turning back around. Sophia was studying her shoes, Piper was staring at him wide eyed and Merle... Merle did what Merle did best. He was laughing his ass off.