A Redneck's Wicked Game (A Daryl Dixon Story)

Teacher's Pet

Chapter 15—Teacher's Pet

**Adult Content

Daryl pushes the door shut as he watches me pull his crossbow off my back. I lean it on the wall next to the bed, placing my bow besides it. I put my bag on the table and sit in the chair to unlace my boots. Daryl sits down on the mattress to take his boots off and I smirk at him, "Ya know they all know what we're doing up here." He shrugs, "Too horny to care." I give him a shocked look and he grins, "What? I've been looking at yer cute tight ass all day darling; a man can only take so much." I laugh, "And here I thought ya never noticed." He snorts, "There's a difference between not noticing and not letting anyone know what yer thinking. I'm a guy so trust me I notice a nice ass or a bit of cleavage. I ain't dead." I groan, "I think I liked it better when I thought ya didn't notice. Now I know yer like every other guy." He looks me straight in the eye, "Don't worry Rowan, yer ass is the only one I want." I raise an eyebrow at him as I stand up and walk toward him, "Really?" He looks up at me, "I just said it didn't I?" I crawl onto his lap straddling him, "I better be the only woman yer thinking about Dixon." He groans as I roll my hips against his and admits, "Ain't anyone I want but you, promise." I grin as I lean in to kiss him and whisper, "Good, 'cause I ain't sharing." He kisses me hard and deep before pulling back to answer, his voice husky with lust, "Yer mine Rowan and I ain't ever sharing ya either." He kisses me again as he pulls my hips down against his, making me ache. I pull back, looking into his big blue eyes, "Daryl I......" He looks at me intently but I can't finish what I was going to say and he whispers, "What princess?" I let out the breath I've been holding in before I mumble, "Never mind." He brushes a stray curl off my cheek with his fingers as he quietly says, "No rush sweetheart; we'll get there." The look in his eyes lets me know that we're both battling with the same inner demons and it's okay, he understands. I sigh and nod as he kisses my cheek tenderly. I put my arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight.

We sit like this for a few minutes before Daryl pulls me down on the bed with him. I giggle as he rolls over on his side, finally letting go of me. He grins as he reaches for my braid and pulls out the hair tie, making me complain, "Ya really want my hair all over the damn place?" He nods, "Yeah, I like it down; especially when we're in bed." I groan, "Fine, I'll keep my hair down when we're alone if ya do somethin' fer me." He raises an eyebrow at me, "What?" I grin, "No shirt on when we're in bed." He looks a little surprised but agrees, "Okay but just fer ya when we're alone." I nod, "I'd never ask ya to do it with others around Daryl." He kisses the end of my nose, "I know ya wouldn't Rowan." I smile as he sits up and removes his tank top. He lies back down next to me and asks, "Why do ya want my shirt off?" I snuggle up to him as I mumble, "I think your chest is sexy as hell and I like touching you." He groans as I run my fingertips through his chest hair, "Yer weird as hell girl but I do like ya touching me." I giggle, "Oh ya do huh?" He looks down at me with a smirk, "Yeah, gotta problem with it?" I give him a devilish smile, "Oh hell no. Any preferences to where ya want me to touch ya?" I run my fingertips down his chest towards the waist of his jeans watching the reaction on his face. He whispers, "Being pretty bold aren't ya princess?" I nod as I huskily answer, "Well I can't let ya do all the work can I?" He moans as I undo the button on his jeans, "Just what ya think yer gonna do girl?" I lean up and nibble on his earlobe before I whisper, "I thought I'd be on top for once." I hear him groan, "Fuck." I lightly laugh before I ask, "Is that a yes?" I feel his large hand weave through my hair and pull on it roughly so he can kiss my neck. I moan at the feeling of my hair being pulled and he whispers against my skin, "Ya like me pulling yer hair darling?" As he licks my neck I answer; my response breathy, "Yes." He chuckles, "Well well my girl's a little bit of a freak." I groan, "Gotta problem with that Dixon?" He bites down on my collarbone, making me moan loader before answering, "Oh hell no; I'm gonna enjoy seeing what makes ya hot."