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Breaking Free

Chapter 44

“Bring me to bed, but don’t sleep,
I wanna feel the sweat on your skin.
Gimme the pressure you know I need,
And if I’m tied up, you take the lead.”

New Year’s Day “Scream”


With each step she had taken in her path to where Daryl slept downstairs, doubt had crept along with her. Would he push her away? Did he ache for her as much as she did for him? Would his touch dampen the pain in her heart? Would giving herself to him ease the soul crushing depression that had plagued her since Micah's death? All of these questions swirled around in her head with each step her feet took from her bedroom, down the stairs, and through the living room to where Daryl was asleep.

Uncertainty gnawed at her as she straddled his body. Her heart thumped loudly against her breastbone and her hands shook as her nerves ratcheted up a notch or twelve as she waited for him to shove her into the floor and reject her, especially when she had initially been met with his gently spoken words of resistance as he circled his hands around her biceps and attempted to hold her back. It was at that moment, for a fleeting second that Mia had thought about the woman waiting for him, the one he hadn't denied when she had asked about when they were searching for the still missing Emily. But, it was the feel of him beneath her, the hardness of his body, the calloused skin of his hands on her arms, the rigidity of his obvious arousal the pressed against her center, that pushed away the doubts in her mind, the worry in her heart, and surged her forward in her quest to feel something other than the aching pain in her heart.

Sinking down onto his cock, pleasure coursed through her body with such force that she couldn't contain the sound that escaped her mouth. Luckily, the boom of the storm that was violently raging outside, the sharp clap of thunder, dampened the moans of desire that escaped from her mouth and hid the sounds from Blake, who was asleep upstairs. She had yet to divulge to Blake what had happened between her and Daryl on the back porch so many weeks ago and wasn't quite sure she wanted him to know. It wasn't that she was embarrassed exactly, but more so that she didn't want to experience his pity when they returned to Daryl's home and she was pushed to the side when he was reunited with whomever he had waiting for him there. But, when Daryl grasped her hips tightly and surged upwards, filling her to completion, the sound that slipped from between her lips was anything but contained and, at that moment, she honestly couldn't find the power to care if Blake heard her.

Leaning forward, her nipples brushed against the ribbed material of Daryl's ever-present tank top and the feel of the soft material was both tantalizing and aggravating. She had yet to see him without his clothes on and while the ribbed cotton felt amazing against her sensitive nipples, Mia wanted to know what his naked skin felt like against her own heated flesh. For half a second, she gave thought to the possibility of simply ripping the worn tank from his body, but managed to hold back her inner cave woman in favor of slipping her hands beneath the cotton to caress the skin of his abdomen instead, as she slowly started working the offending garment up his body.

What she wasn't prepared for was his resistance and announced her displeasure at such with a very unladylike grunt against his mouth when Daryl's hands covered hers and held them still at his sides. Pulling her mouth away from his lips, she broke her no talking rule and breathed out her objection, “I want to feel you against me.”

She could feel his opposition to her demands and used every ounce of her feminine wiles to get what she wanted by sensuously moving her hips in such a way that she raised up from his cock and slowly slid back down until he was fully seated inside of her body. Brushing her lips against his, she repeated the movement once more and felt his resistance crumble beneath her when she whispered, “Please.”

He sat up suddenly, their bodies still connected intimately, and the change in position put pressure on the spot where she craved it the most and a simple circle of her hips against his body elicited a moan from her lips that had to let him know just how much she appreciated the change of position. Focusing on the task at hand, Mia grasped the hem of his tank top and roughly pulled it from his body, over his head and tossed to the floor. Without halting the motion of her hips, she let her hands explore the new terrain of his torso and relished the feel of the light smattering of hair on his chest when she circled her hands around his shoulders and pressed her body against his.

The bite of the zipper from his pants against her inner thigh reminded Mia that she had yet to get him fully undressed, but the slight pain that was caused by the circling of her hips against him wasn't exactly a turn off. She did, however, make a mental note to strip him completely before they fucked again, if that actually happened, of course. As she moved against him, all but losing herself in the pleasure streaking through her body, loving the feel of his cock buried deep inside of her and the bruising force of his hands on her hips urging her to move harder and faster, there was that nagging little voice in the back of her mind that reminded her that things between them would change whenever they made it back to his home, his family.

Thankfully, before her mind could travel down that road of thought, Daryl deftly changed their position once more and she was on her back with him thrusting into her at a breathtaking pace. How he had accomplished such a maneuver, she had no clue, as his movements should have been restricted with her sitting on top of him, the narrow space of the couch, and his jeans pushed halfway down his thighs, but somehow he had managed to do just that. Hitching up her legs, she wrapped them around his narrow waist and held on tightly as his movements intensified, right along with the sensation that had been slowly building between her thighs. Mia angled her hips ever so slightly so that Daryl's pubic bone pushed against her clit with each thrust, roughly coaxing out the orgasm that had been teasing Mia since she had first sank down onto his cock.

With her lips pressed against his in a rough kiss, Mia groaned out her release as silently as possible, but knew that without the storm raging outside, the sounds of her orgasm would have been known to anyone in or around the house. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she ground her center against him tightly to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure from her body, and just as she crested the highest point of her orgasm, Mia felt his body tense a moment before Daryl growled out his own release with his lips against the curve of her neck. As he tensed and jerked in her arms, Mia trembled in his arms and for the first time in ages, relaxed and simply enjoyed the moment of orgasmic elation.

Unfortunately, she was rousted from the foggy haze of pleasure far sooner than she would have liked, when Daryl slipped from her body and, judging from the sounds, started rearranging his clothing back into place. Frowning in the darkness, as though he could read the displeasure on her face, Mia hated the sudden feeling of self-consciousness that washed over her as she laid there completely nude, damn near spread eagle, as he dressed and moved away from her as quickly as possible. Just like the last time, she realized. As she sat up with the intentions of locating her sleep shirt to get dressed and escape to her bedroom in shame, she realized that despite his obvious discomfort, she wasn't quite ready to call it quits for the night and scooted closer to where Daryl was sitting quietly. Her bare breasts brushed against his arm when she leaned in closer to him, and the sharp intake of breath and shudder that he released let her know that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't quite ready to go to sleep either.

“Where you hurrying off to?” Mia asked softly, tilting her head close to his to whisper against the shell of his ear. And, with bravery that she had not possessed in the bedroom in ages, she said, “We've got all night.”

“I, uh, figured you wanted me to,” Daryl finally responded, taking a few beats too long to do so and showing his own case of nerves at the situation. And then, as if he truly did know what she wanted, added, “Didn't think you'd want to risk Blake coming down or something.”

“We could, you know, go up to my room, if you want?” Mia asked, cursing herself for feeling so damned shy, a feeling she had never possessed in regards to sex. Hell, before marrying Brian, she had owned her own sexuality proudly, and had continued to do so after marriage, just containing that fiery lust to one man in particular, instead of whomever she damn well pleased. Yet now, she was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof in regards to asking a man who was obviously sexually attracted to her back to her bedroom. My, how the mighty had fallen.

When met with Daryl's silence at her offer, Mia blushed from head to toe and thought she might just die from embarrassment right then and there. Leaning over, she searched the floor between the couch and the coffee table for her sleep shirt, all the while blabbering like an idiot, “It's okay if you don't want to. I just thought that maybe, you know, you'd...I dunno, want to.”

Daryl pushed up from the couch during the middle of her blathering and Mia trailed off, silently pulling on the sleep shirt she finally located laying on the coffee table, but he didn't go anywhere, simply standing in the darkness beside her, silently. Then, after she stood up and turned to go, he softly muttered her name a split second before she felt him take hold of her hand, before leading the way towards her bedroom.

Hours later, when the rising sun finally made it high enough into the sky to crest a neighboring house and burst into her bedroom like the unwanted guest that it was, Mia growled at being woken up by Daryl moving around and buried her head in the pillow. They had been in bed most of the night, Mia having finally been granted her wish to have Daryl fully naked and at her mercy, but had only managed a couple hours of sleep at the most. Bleary eyed and cranky, Mia peeked out from beneath her pillow, cracked one eyelid at Daryl and grumbled, “Why are you getting up so early?”

“It ain't that early,” he muttered roughly back in response, although the ferocity of his words was only due to the normal grit and gravel that his voice held, especially in the morning. “People's done up outside. Blake's done downstairs.”

“Oh,” Mia replied, barely managing to form words thanks to sheer exhaustion. Of course, she wasn't complaining, because at least this time her exhaustion was due to being thoroughly fucked in a good way. Stretching languidly, she kicked off the sheet that was twisted around her legs and laid there in all of her unabashed naked glory. The heat that emanated from Daryl's normal glacial stare was enough to get her motor cranked, but as she was a half second away from suggesting round three- or five, who could keep count- she was met with a crumpled envelope that he thrust towards her instead of the dick she was intent on searching for.

“What's this?” Mia asked curiously, wrinkling her nose in confusion as she read the words scrawled across the front, which looked suspiciously like her brother's chicken scratch handwriting.

“I, uh, it's from Micah,” Daryl muttered, his heated gaze gone as his eyes searched for a place to stare at that wasn't her eyes. “Was supposed to give it to you, just wasn't sure when.”

“And now is a good time?” Mia asked with half a smile on her face, as she desperately tried to lighten a situation that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. When faced with Daryl's silence, she tugged the discarded sheet up over her torso self-conciously and furrowed her brow as she looked down at the envelope in her now shaky hands. Sticking a fingernail under one edge, she started to open it when Daryl started towards the door. “You don't have to leave.”

“Yeah, I do,” he replied without looking at her, his hand on the doorknob. He glanced over his shoulder, finally making eye contact with her and what she saw in those blue eyes scared the shit out of her. “You need to be alone when you read it.”

Her reply was stuck in her throat, emotions she wasn't prepared for suddenly choking her, so she simply nodded as he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him. Mia tore open the envelope with trembling hands and pulled out an equally crumpled letter from her deceased brother. As she read the words he had left behind for her, tears built up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks to land on the paper in her trembling hands. When she realized the full impact of Micah's letter, a sob tore from her chest a split second before her sadness turned to anger and a scream ripped from her mouth.

Mia tore from the bed and dressed as quickly as possible. She needed to be out of the house and away from Daryl and his treachery, otherwise she couldn't be held liable for her actions. Shoving her feet into a pair of worn ass hiking boots, she grabbed a ponytail holder and scrapped her bedraggled hair back into a messy ponytail before grabbing the letter and marching down stairs.

Of course he was expecting her. She should have known that based on the way he had acted when giving her the letter. Daryl was more than aware of what the envelope had contained and had been downstairs bracing himself for her reaction after she read it. Blake, on the other hand, was caught between the two of them with nothing but curiosity etched on his face as he stood in archway to the kitchen, clutching his breakfast and frozen in place by the anger radiating from Mia as she brushed passed him.

“You told him?” Mia finally managed to choke out, her words shaky with the rage that coursed through her body. “You told him the plan after I asked you not to? Who in the hell do you think you are?”

“He knew, or at least he'd figured most of it out,” Daryl mumbled in response, obviously knowing that nothing he said would dampen Mia's anger at that moment. “He wanted to help, he wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“It's your fault,” Mia whispered. She struggled to catch her breath, to push back the sobs that threatened to escape, because she refused to cry in front of Daryl. When he stood up from the couch, the place they had had sex just the night before, and started towards her with nothing but concern on his face, Mia sidestepped him and held her hand out to ward him away from her. Shaking her head, she said, “No. Leave me alone. I- I can't even look at you right now.”

“Mia,” Daryl started, saying her name with so much emotion that the dam inside of her broke and spilled over. “Mia, I didn't mean for this to happen.”

“And yet, it did. He's dead and you're here, all because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.” In a fit of tears, Mia darted for the front door and jerked it open with such force that it bounced against the wall loudly as she tore from the house with no destination in mind.

She knew without looking back that Daryl hadn't followed her. He was smart, if nothing else, and self-preservation was strong in him, so she slowed her escape from an all-out run to a purposeful walk halfway down the street, even though she had no idea where she was escaping to. But, fate stepped in and made a decision for her when Heather stepped out of Gage's house and motioned to her.

“Hey, I was just about to come find you,” Heather said brightly, oblivious to the pain that Mia was currently in. “Gage needs to talk to you. Said he really needs your help with something.”

“Yeah, okay. Where's he at?” Mia agreed, shockingly happy for the distraction from her own problems. She shoved the letter in her back pocket and stepped through the gate at the end of the walkway and headed towards Gage's house.

“Down in the basement.” Heather held open the front door for her as she passed into the oddly quiet house, the usual sounds of Gage's booming voice and his myriad of security guards meandering around were absent. “I dunno what he's up to down there. Said he found something you'd want to see? Um, do you mind heading down by yourself? I was heading to breakfast, late as usual, and I'm starving.”

“No problem,” Mia replied absentmindedly, honestly not questioning why Heather would escort her anywhere, as she had never done so before. But, her mind was elsewhere that morning and she paid no attention to the young woman as she accepted the flickering lantern and turned to head down the stairs to the darkened basement.

Once in the basement, she stepped into the darkened pit and held out the lantern in front of her to hopefully use the golden glow to see her surroundings. Annoyed when she didn't see Gage, or anyone actually, Mia started to turn to go back upstairs, but the blinding pain of being hit in the head halted her progression. Instead, she dropped the lantern a half second before she collapsed onto the floor beside it.

Notes

Thank you so much for the comments on the last chapter and for being patient with my spotty updating as of late. I had a great time at Dragon Con and brought back a lovely case of Con Crud, but it was worth it. Sadly, I have no big vacations planned until next year, sigh, but that means my posting schedule should be on point once more.

Thanks again and next week we will be moving to Part Four!

Comments

@Serenity
I look forward to it....always was one of my favourite stories on Fan fiction.

Lewis Lewis
6/5/18

@lewis7


Glad to see you under any name! Thanks so much for all the comments! I am hoping that my muse shows back up, so I can write some more. I have had some ideas about writing short, one shot stories with Sam and Daryl from Need You Now. There were several scenes I had sketched out that didn't make it into the actual story, so I would like to write them out and post them if muse cooperates.

Serenity Serenity
4/25/18

Back to signing in as Lewis 7 as mel2a has stopped working!!
Love this story and really going to miss it and your brilliant Daryl story telling.
Will keep an eye out for you for future stories.
Thank you for your stories and writing talent.
xx

lewis7 lewis7
4/22/18

@Arubaredx


I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for commenting and good luck with the move!

Serenity Serenity
4/19/18

In the middle of packing to move so everything is crazy, but managed to finally catch up on your final chapter:) A very joyful ending, and very deserved for them too. Very much enjoyed this journey.

Arubaredx Arubaredx
4/18/18