Chapter Fifteen

 

DARYL

 

“So, everybody crowd around,” Caleb says loudly. We’ve all gathered at Jane Town, which has become the stomping grounds for the Marauders as of lately.

I don’t even know why he insists on having me here, especially after what went down last night. It’s been less then fifteen hours since I was released and he’s already back at the scene of the crime.

“It’s time we take this to the next level,” he announces to a lot of head nods and grins from the boys.

“What does that mean?” Asks one of the fellas and Caleb grins like he wanted to answer.

“We’ve been doing this basic shit for too long. We need to branch out. And when I talk about stepping it up I’m not talking about more of the same. Fuck this weed peddling ya’ll are doing. We need to get our hands on the big shit, moving some ammo and powder through the town.” He explains.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Greg yells, looking around, and everyone in the room is nodding along but me.

Glancing over my shoulder I look at the door to make sure no one walks in. These idiots are talking about a criminal enterprise in a public bar, one that police frequent at that.

I really do love my brother, but he’s a class A idiot, and there’s no way I’m being involved in anything of this magnitude. As the group begins conferring together, I make my way from the table, heading to the door. Caleb is on me before I can make my way out.

“Daryl!” He calls after me and I slowly turn around, annoyed by his very presence.

“What, Caleb?” I snap.

“Whoa! You still mad about last night? You know those punks started it with me,” he raises his hands as if he’s innocent.

“No, Caleb. This has nothing to do with last night. I haven’t even had any time to be mad at you for that, because in true Caleb form, you’ve gone and done something even more fucked up to overshadow that.” I glare at him, gritting my teeth to stop from punching him.

“What’d I do?” He asks with shock on his face. The nerve of him.

“Are you serious? Were you at your little meeting that you insisted I come to? Where you just announced in a public bar that you want to run guns.” I remind him in a shocked whisper.

“Daryl, this is business!” He raises his voice and I know I need to leave or I’m going to make a scene.

“You shouldn’t have even had me here,” I shake my head, moving to leave, but he grabs my arm again.

“You might not be a Marauder, Daryl, but you are my brother.” He says sternly as if I need any reminder.

“Oh, believe me, I don’t need any reminders of that fact,” I try to tug my arm, but he tightens his grip.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He sneers.

“Get the fuck off my arm, Caleb,” I warn him and he instantly releases me.

Charging through the door I hear him call behind me.

“I’ll call you tonight, baby bro. I’m gonna need you. Please pick up,” he voice is desperate and needy.

This is his regular M.O., he does some crazy shit and makes me feel guilty for not agreeing with him, then he shames me into standing by him just because my brother. If that doesn’t work, he gets all needy and pretends he’s learned his lesson, but he never has, and the more I think about it, the less I believe he ever will.

Riding always clears my mind, so I hop on my bike and hit the open road, hoping to clear my head. The past few weeks have been nothing but stress, and then last night was a complete fuck up. I cannot believe I got arrested, but in the end I did get to see Jessie. Well, of course I’ve seen her in these weeks, but we haven’t spoken.

I’ve spent countless hours driving down her street, thinking of how I could ever fix what I’ve broken between us, but I never did find the courage to stop by and apologize. Her schedule is engrained in my brain and I made it a point to watch her on her patrol with Earl. She’s so beautiful and carefree, it’s a treat to watch her from afar when she’s much different than she is with me.

She likes me, I can tell by the way she acts, always blushing and giggling. It’s cute, and she tries to hide it, but I can always tell how I affect her. I guess I’m more reserved than even I gave myself credit for, because never in a million years could I have imagined she could think I left because I didn’t care about her.

I don’t really know what I expected her to think, but I always envisioned her maybe thinking I was too over the moon about her, even though I know that’s a bit unreasonable. The way I spent time with her, and the connection we had, and that incredible sex, I just thought I made it clear she was special. To see her teary eyed because she thought I threw her away after all that we shared really tore me up inside.

Even riding now, thinking about the way she looked, the hurt on her face, I’m sick to my stomach. Even if it takes the rest of my life, I’m going to find a way to make it up to her, to show her how much I really do care.

My pocket begins vibrating and I sigh deeply, knowing it’s Caleb and his desperate tactics. I’ve barely made it a mile away from the bar.

“What?” I growl into the phone, not even bothering to check the caller ID, he’s the only person that call me anyway.

“Oh.. Umm.. I…” Jessie’s sweet voice is startled and I feel like an asshole.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you,” I pull over, wanting to give her all of my attention.

“Oh, okay,” she’s still frazzled by my rude answer.

“Jessie, I thought you were Caleb. Forgive me, baby, please,” I don’t care how soft I sound, I just want her to know how awful I feel about everything. I’m not just asking for forgiveness about tonight. I want her to forgive me for everything. I need her to.

“I forgive you.” She says flatly, and there’s a heavy silence in the air.

“Can I come over?” I ask without thinking. It’s just what I want, and I don’t want to fight it. I need her, and more importantly I need her to need me.

“Yes.” She answers without hesitation and a wave of relief rushes through me.

“I’ll be there in five,” I tell her before ending the call and revving the bike to like before pulling out onto the main road.

Flying through the city, I’m eager to see her, hoping she’s not too mad at me. I know it can never be exactly how it was before, because I screwed up badly. But I do want her to still care for me, and I know my feelings for her have only intensified.

Pulling into her driveway, I see her bedroom light cut off and then the living room light illuminates her front window seconds later. Walking up the driveway, I see the red front door swing open, her small figure in the silhouette.

“Hi,” she smiles as I approach, and I know she’s still the Jessie that I’ve grown so fond of. The woman I’ve missed every single day and dreamed of every night.

“Hi, baby,” I smirk before hugging her, wrapping my arms as tightly as I can until she giggles in my ear sweetly.

God, I missed everything about her. From her smell to the feel of her beneath my fingertips. I just missed her so much.

“Wanna watch a movie?” She asks softly and I nod before following her to the sofa in her living room.

“What do you have?” I question, looking around the room for a collection, but I don’t see any.

“Oh, I was just gonna pick one from the television. Is that okay?” She looks so innocent, I can’t help but grab her and thankfully she come willingly, her legs spreading as I lift her so she’s straddling me.

My lips are on hers before she can even gasp and I feel her inhale deeply as my tongue slides into her mouth. She tastes even sweeter than I remembered, and she melds to my touch, her small body leaning into me as I feel her firm ass, my cock growing harder by the second.

Cradling the nape of her neck, I tilt her head so she’s just where I want her, and she let’s me. That shit drives me fucking crazy. Here she is, a powerful woman by day, ordering people around, always in control, but when she’s with me she submits her power, choosing to let me be in charge.

Her hips are grinding on my hardened length as my hands roam up to her perky breasts I’ve missed so much. She doesn’t stop me when I pull her shirt down, and then the cup to her bra, massaging her bare nipple as she moans in my mouth, her pussy pressing harder against me.

She moans loudly when I drop my mouth to her nipple, teasing her until she’s like glass o my tongue. Moving over, I do the same to her other nipple and she tugs on my hair. I love when she does that shit, it’s like she can’t take anymore, but she wants me to know she likes it. Everything about her turns me on.

Just then, my phone vibrates again, and now I’m sure it’s no one but Caleb, so I ignore it completely, choosing to focus on pleasing Jessie instead. There’s no way I’m fucking her tonight. I don’t want her to think it’s all I wanted, but I want to pleasure her until she begs me to stop. I’ll eat her for hours if I have to, it’s a start to showing her how badly I want her to forgive me.

My phone vibrates again, and I ignore it, kissing up Jessie’s neck, my hand in her soft brown hair, gripping at a fistful. Her mouth is right by my ear and her soft moans could make me come in my pants right now. She’s so fucking sexy it makes me want to explode.

When my phone rings again, she leans back, effectively moving herself out of the reach of my tongue and I’m instantly pissed at whoever is calling me.

“Answer it,” she raises her eyebrow, her voice so sweet.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to,” I tell her and I mean it. She blushes like always and I dig in my pocket to retrieve my phone.

As I suspected, it was Caleb each time, and as I’m clearing the notifications the phone buzzes again, my brother bother me once more.

“What?!” I snap, and Jessie smirks, obviously seeing who my rudeness earlier was meant for.

“I’ve called you three times!” Caleb yells into the phone and Jessie moves to stand. Pressing the mute button, I place the phone on the sofa and give her all of my attention.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask and I can tell she’s shocked, but I want her to know she’s my number one priority.

“I’m just going to give you some privacy,” she explains, pulling her bra up. I place her other breast back into her bra and then lift her shirt before helping her up and watching her walk away.

As she disappears into the next room, I almost forget my brother is on mute, until I hear him screaming into the phone.

“Daryl?!” He yells.

“Stop yelling!” I finally answer.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for minutes. Where I are you?” He asks.

“What do you want, Caleb?” I respond, ignoring his question.

“I told you I needed you tonight,” he returns to the needy tone.

“And I told you I wasn’t interested,” I look over towards the kitchen, but I can’t see Jessie.

“Daryl, seriously. Baby bro, just this once. I swear this is it. I really need you,” he pleads and I roll my eyes, a sigh of exasperation escaping me.

“Please, Daryl,” he adds and I want to throw my phone across the room.

“When?” I bite out.

“Now.” He answers swiftly.

“Now?” I ask shocked.

“You know I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to. I know you’re pissed at me, but I need you Daryl. This is what brothers are for,” he says as if he’s reminding me of some ethics.

“Alright,” I rub my forehead, my eyes closed in defeat.

“Thanks, Daryl. Meet me at Jane Town,” he says quickly before hanging up the phone.

Walking into the kitchen, I feel like a monkey is hanging on my shoulders knowing that I have to leave Jessie. Not only because she’ll definitely be upset, but also because I want to be here.

Tomorrow I’m going to tell Caleb I choose her. She’s who I want the most and he’s going to have to accept that if he wants any type of relationship with me. When I’m with her, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I’m not sacrificing that for anyone.

“Bye Daryl,” she says with her back to me as I enter the kitchen.

“What do you mean?” I ask confused. Surely, she couldn’t hear my conversation.

She’s standing at the sink, rinsing strawberries, and I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her small waist. She instantly starts giggling, her pretty face turning towards the side, and I kiss her exposed neck.

“What do you mean, ‘Bye Daryl’,” I repeat her snarky comment.

“I know you have to leave,” she says through giggles, and I kiss her cheek briskly.

“But do you know I don’t want to leave?” I question and she looks at me from the corner of her eye and even though it’s a quick glare I can tell she doubts me.

“There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than here with you,” I whisper in her ear, and her face brightens up like a lightbulb.

“Who is this romantic man, and what have you done with my Daryl?” She teases but its something about what she says that turns me on.

“Your Daryl,” I reiterate, and she blushes as I kiss her cheek.

“I’ll call you tonight, okay?” I tell her between kisses.

“Whatever,” she tries her best to act annoyed, but I know she’s smitten.

“If I don’t, it’ll be first thing tomorrow, okay?” I add, trying to give myself a little leeway in case I fuck up again.

“Okay,” she answers seriously, smiling up at me.

Spinning her to face me, I kiss her soft lips gently, and then again with a little more pressure, and again and again, a little harder each time until our lips are smashed together.

“You’re never gonna leave if you keep this up,” she whispers on my lips.

“I told you I never want to,” I remind her. I can’t even believe the shit I’m saying to her, but I mean all of it. If expressing how I feel is what’s going to let her know just how much she means to me, then that’s what I’m going to do.

“Bye!” She shoves me playfully and I kiss her one last time before letting myself out, mentally cursing my brother for pulling me away from such a perfect woman.