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[joelmillerssugarbaby24]

Just for the Night

What yall been waiting for!!! Based on my Tik Tok imagine of Joel and you on patrol….. and there’s only one bed ;) ENJOY!!

You wake from a nightmare, clutching at your chest, eyes filled with tears that dripped to the pillow beneath your head. You sat up in your cot, running your fingers through your hair- your breath coming in short quick gasps.

It was always the same dream.

You, alone. Clickers surrounding you. Mind bending terror.

You squint out the window and note the quiet that only exists in the early hours of the morning. You had patrol today with some old guy who you’re sure would be a pain in your ass, and you decide to enjoy the serenity of the morning before your shift started.

You lug yourself out of bed, groaning at the aches and pains that accompany the movement. You’ve been training lately, hard. You never want to be caught unprepared in a life threatening situation again. So every morning and night you jog, do pushups, pull ups, everything you can to strengthen your body and ensure it never happens again. But this strenuous exercise results in it being a chore to get out of bed most mornings.

You shrug a black tank top on, aware that the heat that that was sure to come this afternoon would be stifling. You hesitate, unsure if you should bother with a bra before shrugging. To hell with it.

You opt for a pair of fitted cargo tan pants, and slip on your socks and boots before lacing them up. Grabbing you ruck sack and sketchbook, you sail out the door letting it slam behind you. You turn to admire your quaint new home with a smile before starting the trek into town.

You were the new kid on the block as they had found you barely alive outside their gates just 2 months ago. You were settling in relatively well though you had yet to make any real friends. You chalked it up to your quiet nature, but you also knew the tendency for cliques to form in a civilization such as this one. This didn’t bother you, though. You were used to being on your own.

You squint as the first rays of sunlight filter through the trees alongside the path, breathing in the crisp morning air, tipping your head back to catch the rays. You weren’t exactly a morning person but this made the early rising worth it. You pass the first of the towns buildings on your right and observe people beginning to mill about, eager to begin work for the day. You still marvel at the normalcy of this place- the relative peace they seem to have achieved. You feel blessed to be a part of it.

You continue your trek until the gate looms over you, blocking out the suns rays and casting you in shadow. You know you’re early, you had meant to be. You toss your pack down near the gates entrance and sit down, back to the wood. Pulling out your sketch pad, you continue your efforts to capture the picturesque opening to the small village of Jackson with your pencil. You weren’t very good, you’d be the first to admit, but you did enjoy it. Sketching brought you some peace, a calm in the storm and being as that was so rare, you relish it.

Immersed in your art, you don’t notice when a shadow looms over you. It grunts and you raise your gaze, shielding your eyes as you gaze up at him.

It’s a man you don’t recognize. He’s tall, broad and sturdy- handsome you’d say. He has chocolate brown eyes with a hidden softness that assess you warily, big thick hands whose thumbs are hooked through the belt loops of his jeans. Your eyes trail up his jeans clad legs, past his fitted black tee that clung to hard defined pecs and along the broadness of his shoulders. Finally your eyes found his face.

“You the newbie?” He asks gruffly, still assessing you with that unreadable gaze.

You shut your sketchbook abruptly, standing, brushing your hands along your pants.

“Yeah.” You answer, slipping your hands into your pockets, matching his intimidating gaze. There was no way you were going to indicate how his presence affected you.

He grunts, nodding before running his eyes along your body, and not very subtly at that. You shiver under the intensity of his perusal, chewing on your lip nervously.

“You armed?”

You nod, patting the revolver that rested in a holster low on your hips. He grunts again before turning and glancing behind, motioning for you to follow.

You obey his silent command, struggling to match his pace. You fall into step alongside him, shrugging your pack tighter against your shoulders, casting him a sideways glance. The silent type. You could live with that. Then he spoke.

“You got any experience with this kind of thing?”

You hum in response.

“Been on my own a while, so yeah I’d say I do”

He glances at you for a moment before returning his gaze to the trees surrounding you, scanning them absently.

“Not much to it. It’s usually pretty barren around here but we need to make sure there ain’t any surprises.”

“What’s your name?” You ask suddenly.

His steps falter for a moment, taken aback before he continues.

“Joel. Joel Miller.”

You nod, telling him your name in response.

You walk in silence for the next hour, scanning the surrounding areas in unison, assessing any noises, hands now and then going to the butt of your weapons. Then you stop suddenly.

“Joel” you whisper, bringing him to an abrupt halt.

He looks at you expectantly, brows furrowed, questioning.

You hold a finger to your lips and point to the line of trees to your right. There, in a cluster of bushes and rocks stands a doe, grazing contentedly. Joel immediately raises his rifle, looking down the scope before you place a hand on his arm, shaking your head quickly. He tilts his head, eyes boring into you. Then you surprise him when you slowly, agonizingly slowly, start to make your way to the doe. You only make it a few feet before she raises her head and you stop.

“Shh it’s all right girl” you whisper, hands raised palms up in front of you.

“Ain’t gonna hurt you”

She assesses you for a moment, head cocked ready to bolt.

You slowly reach into the front pocket of your pants, closing a hand around a sugar cube. You make a habit of having them on hand whenever you run into the horses in town.

Joel watches you intently with wide eyes, waiting to see what you do next.

You take another tentative step, careful to avoid stepping on a stick. She watches you warily as you approach, palm outstretched.

“That’s it girl. That’s it honey. Got a treat for you”

She looks like she’s ready to run before she sniffs the air, eyes finding the palm of your hand. She takes a tentative step towards you and you almost squeal in exultation, but force yourself to be calm. Quiet.

You hesitate before moving one more step, now only a foot away from her. She bobs her head, sniffing around your hand before her tongue shoots out to swipe the sugar cube, and you stifle a giggle. She nuzzles your palm looking for more.

You reach to grab another before turning to look at Joel jerking your head forward in a silent command.

He’s staring at you in amazement, jaw slack. He hesitates for a moment before copying your movements, stepping alongside you carefully as she licks at the second sugar cube in your palm.

“That’s a girl. Good girl. Good baby” you coo, softly scratching the underside of her chin as she chews on the sugar contentedly.

You look at Joel over your shoulder, a broad smile crinkling your features. Then you wrap your fingers around his hand, tugging it toward you and placing another treat into his palm. The doe bristles slightly but you continue to coo to her, placate her. Slowly, you bring Joel’s hand towards her mouth and she snaps the cube up before either of you can blink. Joel chuckles softly, awed.

“Never seen em do that” he says in a soft voice as the doe continues to lick the sugar out of his rough, calloused palm. You giggle at the amazement in his eyes, surprised by the loss of his gruff demeanor as he gazes down at you and the deer. You give her one last scratch before she turns and bounds away leaving the two of you alone.

You can’t wipe the stupid grin from your features as you watch her, heart warming at the special moment.

“There goes dinner” Joel says gruffly, rough exterior hardening again.

You laugh and turn back to the trail, looking at him over your shoulder.

“I’m sure we can manage without her” you retort before starting back down the path, leaving Joel no choice but to follow. With your back to him, you miss the way Joel’s plump lips curve into a smile, his eyes crinkling as he watches you, awed with your kindness in a world of such senseless cruelty. It’s gone in a flash as he strides to your side, shouldering his rifle higher.

You patrol in comfortable silence before Joel suggests a place to camp when the sky begins to darken. Your eyes widen in surprise when you see a cabin loom in the distance. It’s obviously old, but sturdy enough and you follow him inside before he turns to lock the door, sliding the deadbolt into place.

“Probably shouldn’t risk a fire” he grunts dropping his pack and rifle to the ground, nodding to the fireplace.

“It’s hot anyway” you suggest, plopping down on the couch in the corner, a plume of dust rising as you do. He reaches into his pack, pulling out a sandwich and unceremoniously tossing it into your lap before fishing one out for himself. You thank him, opening it and eating it eagerly, not realizing how starved you were before this moment.

He watches you from his place in the corner, his gaze dark and assessing. He eats slowly, his strong jaw flexing, his thumb brushing the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

You watch, mesmerized, as his jaw works, a heat coiling low in your stomach. You curse yourself inwardly, feeling like a little girl with her hand caught in the cookie jar.

He’s watching you. You can feel it as you finish your sandwich, licking your fingers, still hungry. You take a sip of your water, a few drops of it sliding down your chin to your bare chest. He tracks the water intently, grinding his jaw.

“S only one bed” he says gruffly, shifting uncomfortably on his metal chair.

“Oh that’s fine. You take it I can sleep on the couch” you reply sweetly trying to please him though you have no idea why.

He shakes his head in response, standing, brushing the crumbs from his dusty jeans.

“Nah. Wouldn’t be right. You take it. Better if I’m by the door anyway”

You shrug, seeing he would be taking no argument. Then he settles on the couch beside you, leaning back and you shiver at his closeness, the body heat you can feel radiate off him.

“You sure?” You squeak, trying to get your breathing under control. The enclosed place all of a sudden feels far too small, and you shift nervously. Joel watches you an uncharacteristic smirk curving his plump mouth.

He hums, head tilting to the side as he watches you.

“How old are you?” He asks suddenly.

Your eyes flick to him suddenly, taken aback, and you almost melt instantly at the look he’s giving you. Predatory. Hungry. You shift again.

“25. my birthdays coming up in August.”

He hums again, tilting his head to rest on the back of the couch, eyes fluttering closed.

“Mmm. Thought you were younger”

“I get that a lot” you say, lips curving as you take this moment to ogle him.

His legs are spread, wide open, beckoning, his neck is stretched out displaying the veins and Adam’s apple that bobs when he swallows. His hands are resting on the back of the couch, close enough to your head that if you leaned slightly to the right his thick fingers would brush your hair.

His flannel is unbuttoned at the top, and you peek at it, eyes hungrily scanning his broad chest, his shoulders. You wonder how he would taste.

“Aint polite to stare” he says, eyes still closed.

You jump.

“Im not.. s-staring” you splutter, yet your tone suggests otherwise.”

He chuckles then, the rumble seeming to be a physical presence that caresses you, drags its nails across the skin of your spine. You bite your lip, standing.

“All right. If- if you’re sure” you say shifting from one foot to the other.

His eyes flutter open and he looks at you then, his gaze so unguarded it startles you. His features are relaxed so unlike how they’ve been since the moment you met him. He pulls out a flask from the back pocket of his jeans, twisting the top before taking a long pull and offering it to you. You accept it gratefully, grimacing at the burn when you follow suit.

He watches your throat bob, watches you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Always watching. Always assessing.

“Never seen anything like it. What you did with that deer” he says, chocolate eyes still drinking you in.

“Oh” you say, shrugging, taking another sip of the whiskey.

“Wasn’t anything. Just have a soft spot for animals that’s all.”

He startles you again with a broad smile, and your heart melts at its softness.

“It reminds me of someone” he says, his voice softer now-

“She’d do something like that”

“Oh?” I say, sliding back onto the couch, handing him his flask.

He nods, taking another pull before screwing the cap and placing it on the couch beside him.

“Yeah” he says, not showing any signs of wanting to discuss it.

Someone he lost then. You could sympathize with that. You’ve lost so many people you could t even keep track anymore.

His gaze takes on a distant look as you watch him, eyes drinking in the strong nose, freckles dotting his cheeks, the soft curls flecked with grey that beg for your fingers.

“What’d I say about starin?” He grumbles without looking at you. Teasing.

“What if I want to stare?” you counter, the alcohol emboldening you.

He turns to look at you, incredulous.

“Come on don’t give me that shit. You’re beautiful- young. You don’t want nothin from an old man like me”

You giggle, matching his relaxed pose, leaning your head on the back of the couch, turning it so you’re facing him.

“You’d be surprised” you murmur, shocked by the wave of arousal that’s almost painful between your legs.

He turns his head to face you, brows knit together.

“Is that so?” He asks, a big hand reaching out to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger, tugging it softly.

“Mmhmm”

He hums, chest rumbling. You resist the urge to slide into his lap. When his eyes flutter closed again you decide you can’t take it any longer. You reach out a tentative hand, trace a small finger against the outline of his brow, down his cheek, to the scruffy beard that outlines his jaw. He jumps at the contact, eyes flying to yours, cheeks flushing red.

“What’re you doin?” He asks, breath coming in short pants when your finger traces a path to his chest.

“Nothin” you answer innocently, all of your self-respect flying out the window as you watch his pupils dilate, his plump lips part. The harsh breaths that escape his lips. You’re doing this to him. Affecting him. And the realization is more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol.

You slowly stand, coming to rest between his legs before sliding one knee then the other alongside his hips, straddling him. He watches you, incredulous, eyes wide- grunting when you slowly sink onto his lap.

“I- you can’t- “ his words are cut off when you run a hand through his hair, revellinh in the soft moan you elicit from him when you tug it softly.

“Shhh” you coo, leaning forward to place a kiss on his collarbone. “Lemme make you feel good”

He moans again. He’s so sensitive. From the way this is going you reckon he hasn’t been touched by a woman in years. It emboldens you, intoxicates you.

“Joel” you whisper.

His eyes flutter open, completely black now, locked on every move you make.

Leaning forward you kiss him gently, slowly, asking permission.

He freezes for a moment, hands still fisted at his sides as you kiss his cheek, his forehead, his temples, his neck.

“I know you want this” you whisper to him,

“I see the way you’ve been looking at me”

He grunts again, long and low. Your chest is flush with his and you can feel the vibrations of every soft sound he’s making and your nipples immediately pebble. You’re suddenly glad you didn’t wear a bra.

Slowly, as if dealing with a frightened animal, you take his big calloused hands in your small ones, guide them to your hips. He immediately clamps down, his grip firm, desperate.

“You- you’re drivin me- drivin me crazy.” He moans head tilted back, jaw flexing.

You lean forward, mouth closing around the skin of his neck, sucking.

“F-fuck” he grunts out, teeth gritted so tight they were sure to crack beneath the pressure.

“Take me” you moan in his ear, biting the lobe, hands running beneath the collar of his shirt along his smooth, heated skin.

“Fuck. Y-you little- shit! Actin all- i-innocent-“

His words are intermingled with broken groans, sharp breaths. He hisses when your grind on him softly, his cock already hard as a rock, jumping beneath you. His grip on your hips is hard, bruising.

“Want you” you breath, a soft moan leaving your lips, when his fingers slide to the small of your back. You immediately arch into him, desperate now.

“You like that do huh?” he says, hands slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, dragging along your back. His rough calloused palms scratch your soft skin and another sharp bolt of arousal floods your core.

“Dirty girl”

You cry out, needing more.

His hands blaze a tentative path to your ribs, fingers grazing the underside of your breasts.

“Damn” he breaths, cupping the soft flesh, eyes locked on your chest.

“Wanna see em?”

His mouth dries, eyes flicking from your nipples to your eyes then back.

“Fuck yes”

You lift your shirt over your head quickly, throwing it to the floor behind you where it lands with a soft thud.

He gasps at the sight of you bared to him, eyes going even darker, brows furrowing. His jaw tightens even more if it’s possible, and his cock jumps against your thigh.

“So pretty” he coos, thumbs tracing your pebbled nipples, watching you intently as your eyes flutter to the back of your head, lips parted with a pornographic moan.

He’s still assessing you, you realize. Drinking in every reaction he pulls out of you. Revelling in it.

“More” you gasp, threading your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.

He chuckles darkly as you tug your face to his chest.

“So needy” he breathes against your breasts, his hot breath fanning over your skin. You can’t help but begin to grind on him again, desperate for friction, for release from the ache that’s been building in your core since you saw him leaned back on the couch. Then his hot mouth closes around your nipple.

You cry out, a string of curses leaving your lips, full on humping him now as he flicks his tongue over the bud, biting softly, teasing.

“Yes” you moan breathily, surprised at the sultry tone of your voice. “Yes Joel.”

His hands tighten on your hips at your words, turning his attention to the other breast.

You arch your chest further into his face, panting now.

“Need you. Please”

You paw at his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his naked skin against yours. His hands leave your hips for a moment as he tugs the shirt over his head, throws it in the direction of yours. Then his mouth is back on you, sucking and licking, igniting a fire in your skin you’ve never experienced before.

You run your hands along his back, melting at the smoothness of his skin, the heat of his mouth. Then he pulls his head back and crashes his lips to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him back fiercely, hands tugging at his hair, your nipples brushing against the hair on chest, pushing you further to the brink of release. You cry out again.

“Just like that baby” he says against your mouth, voice gravelly, strained- “lemme hear you.”

You grind on him against, desperate for his cock, to feel him fill you. It had been so long- too long.

You reach between your bodies as he continues to suck on your neck, and fumble with his belt buckle before sliding it through the loops and dropping it behind you. He hisses when you immediately wrap your hands around the hardness beneath his jeans.

“Fuck, don’t do that. M not gonna last”

“Want it. Want you in me” you purr, struggling to tug down his jeans. He lifts his hips to oblige.

His pants drop to his ankles at you look down at his cock, hard and glistening. Your mouth waters. Then you slowly, agonizingly slowly, sink down onto it, clenching him purposefully as you do.

A string of curses leaves Joel’s plump mouth, his head falling to the back of the couch.

“So tight. F-fuck. Taking me so good” he slurs, almost incoherent with want. Your chest flushes at his praise and you lean forward to capture his bottom lip in your teeth before fully sinking down on him, his balls flush with your ass.

“Yes fuck, god, yes.” He groans, big hands grabbing two grab handfuls of your ass as you begin to move on him, lifting your hips up and down, squeezing him as you do.

Your orgasm is close, you can feel it cresting as the friction you’ve been craving is finally here. your eyes flutter closed as you take him, every inch, bouncing up and down, letting him watch your tits as you do. His jaw is so tight it might pop, and his hands are still gripping your ass, holding on for dear life as he unravels.

“So good” he slurs, head falling back again, hips bucking into yours.

“M gonna come Joel” you moan, tossing your hair back. His big tanned hand covers your throat before blazing a path to your breast, squeezing tight.

“That’s right. Come for me. Lemme hear you”

His words push you over the edge and you come hard, clenching tightly around him, crying out as he continues to pump into you. His hands run up your back, dragging your chest flushed with his as he takes over, thrusts growing sloppy as his own release nears.

“Good girl. Such a good girl baby.” He coos in your ear as his sheathes himself fully in you.

“Wanna come on your tits”

You nod, kissing his neck, sitting up. You cup your breasts, offering them to him. The sight pushes Joel over the edge and he comes with a deep animalistic groan, pulling out and spilling on your breasts. His eyes never leave yours the whole time, pumping himself until there’s nothing left. You stare at each other, chests heaving, lips plump and bruised, eyes still dark with desire.

Finally, he brings a hand to your face, thumb tracing your lower lip, almost reverently. You lean into his touch.

“Such a pretty girl”

He looks wrecked, hair sticking up, eyes shining and locked on your lips, on your chest still painted with him. You lean forward to kiss him. He moans against your mouth.

“Wanna do it again?”

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[joelmillerssugarbaby24]

Joel’s Girl-Part 10

Wrapping up this story for now, thank you for following along!! Much love and stay tuned for more fics!💋💋💋

Chapter 10- Forever

It’s been a long shift.

You sigh and massage the muscles in your neck, groaning at the sting.

You miss Joel. You had seen him that morning, slept with him and still couldn’t wait to get off to be with him again. You caught yourself daydreaming about him more than once and had to shake yourself feeling like a lovesick teenager with her first crush.

You were elated when you finally left the bakery, turning your face to the last rays of the morning sun as it set in the east. You were smiling. The air was crisp and clean, filling your lungs and brightening your spirit. You all but skipped home, knowing Joel would be gone but hoping he was there all the same.

When you approach the front door you hesitate. This was dangerous. You knew the feelings you were experiencing for what they were.

You loved Joel.

You wanted him to be yours completely in every way. And the thought that he may not feel the same quickly doused your sunny disposition. You entered the house, shedding your jacket and shoes at the door. You paused when you saw light flickering in the hallway. Stepping forward cautiously, you froze when you realized what they were.

Candles.

Lining each side of the hallway, leading a path to your bedroom door. You gasp and cover your mouth, eyes watering.

You follow the candles reverently, carefully stepping between them. Opening the bedroom door, your eyes bug out of your head.

Flowers covered your bed. Wildflowers of all different colors and shapes. Joel sat in the chair by the window, his posture anxious, fiddling his hands in his lap.

“Joel” you gasp, finding yourself completely speechless.

“I know. I know” he grunts standing.

“It’s too soon. Too much. I’m sorry baby, I’ll put it up-“

“Joel” you say sharply, his eyes shooting to your face.

You step forward, his gaze tracking your every movement. Sliding your fingers along his shoulders, you grip the collar of his shirt and pull him to you.

“Joel Miller. I think you might just be the best man I’ve ever met” you whisper, drinking in his face- the desire and nervousness that flitted across it.

“Shit that ain’t true” he scoffs, cheeks flushing bright red, avoiding your eyes.

You grab his face with both hands, tilt it down to yours.

“I’m in love with you” you gasp, panting now- his display- his sweetness, his desire to please you- all of it too much to handle. You needed him.

Surprise flickers across his face and his eyes widen a bit, his plump lips pursing in confusion.

“Ya…you do?” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes I do, you stupid man”

He kisses you then, any shred of restraint now long gone at your confession and you let him pull you towards the bed- let him make love to you on the wildflowers he so lovingly picked for you.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear when you come.

“You’re mine now. Forever”

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Aghhh what a ride!!! Hope you enjoyed lemme know what you think in the comments!!! ILYYYYYY

[joelmillerssugarbaby24]

DESPERATE- One-Shot

You and Joel get into a fight and he begs you to take him back. Request from @punkestpascal ILY BABY!!

You huff and slam the door behind you, rage blurring your vision.

He had forgotten your anniversary.

You’d been together a whole year and had been waiting for him to surprise you- thinking he had some elaborate plan and that’s why he didn’t say anything when you lay together that morning.

You were pissed. Livid.

He had promised to make more of an effort romantically and yet he still found himself more wrapped up in patrolling and helping your neighbors than your relationship.

Joel was at the table, fiddling with a woodcarving that he had been working on for a few days. He looked up at you with a warm smile and your heart stuttered, almost forgetting what you were angry about. Then it came rushing back and you brushed past him to the bedroom you shared.

“Baby?” He questions, standing abruptly to follow you.

You ignore him, busying pulling off your clothes one by one and tossing them in the corner. You struggle with your shoes and he steps forward.

“Here baby lemme help”

“No i can do it myself, thanks.”

He gazes at you quizzically, brows knit in confusion.

“All right I know I did something, darlin but you’re gonna have to clue me in as to what so I can apologize.”

You stop then and face him, arms crossed tightly.

“Today’s the 12th” you say softly, watching him closely for any recognition. He cocks his head running his fingers through his hair.

“The 12th. Ok… what’s that s’posed to-“ he stops mid sentence realization dawning on his face.

“Oh. Oh baby. Baby, I’m so sorry.” He starts to cross the room, arms stretched out to grab you. You step backwards keeping space in between you knowing that when Joel miller put those gruff hands on you, you tended to lose your ever loving mind. He halts, hands falling to his sides.

“Baby girl I’m so sorry. It’s been such a long week, I’ve been so tired it completely slipped my mind.”

You sigh, arms still crossed over your chest.

“You promised, Joel. You promised to remember this kind of stuff.”

He falls to his knees in front of you, gripping the backs of your legs and nuzzling his cheeks into the front of your thighs.

“M so sorry baby. Didn’t wanna hurt my girl, forgive me” he says against the bare skin of your legs, his voice rumbling and low.

“Don’t like it when you’re mad at me darlin.” He coos running his hands up your thighs to your ass, groaning at the soft pliant skin that greets him.

You sigh and sit on the bed. He takes this as an invitation to lay his head on your lap, still nuzzling and kissing your legs, hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Joel”

“Wanted you all day baby. been distracted, guys kept yelling at me cause I was thinking bout you and couldn’t get nothin done.”

He moans, peppering kisses along the skin of your knee. You thread your fingers through his hair, deflated, asking yourself why you could never stay angry at this bear of a man wrapped around your legs like a lost puppy.

“S ok, Joel. Shh it’s ok honey.”

“M so sorry baby. Lemme make it up to you” he drawls, fingers digging into your hips, face rubbing against your thighs, desperate to taste you. You could feel him hardening beneath his jeans, thrusting against the side of the bed so consumed with a need for you it made you clench around nothing.

“Ok baby, all right. Come here.” You purr, pulling his face from your lap, cradling it in your hands.

He gazes at you adoringly, his chocolate eyes so full of remorse you regret even bringing the whole thing up. Nobody saw this side of Joel. The side that was so sweet and tender and caring. So devoted. The side he only showed for you.

You kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth, rebelling in the soft moan he utters when you do.

“Mm miss you baby. Need you so bad” he says against your lips, shivering.

You take his hands and slide them under your t shirt placing them firmly on your breasts.

“Mm f-fuck baby. Missed these.” He moans before diving in to kiss you roughly. He squeezes your tits, the pads of his thumbs brushing across your nipples and you groan softly in reply, arching to him. Offering more.

“Mm so sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, baby. Anything. What do you want” he asks, his voice desperate, his hands greedy, roaming all over your body.

“Fuck me, Joel.” You pant as he sucks on the soft spot beneath your ear. He chuckles darkly, pulling you to the floor with him, nudging your legs apart.

“Yes Maam” he says, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth, looking down at you with a hunger bordering on desperate.

“Anything for my girl.”

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You write very well! I'm loving your story 🔥

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THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’m so glad you like it Ana!!!! ♥️♥️

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Joel’s Girl- part 9

I love you cuties pls enjoy whiny and needy Joel ♥️♥️

Chapter 9- Back to You

You wake slowly, eyes drifting open to find Joel wrapped around you like a spider monkey. You bite your lip, scared to move lest he wake up and let you go. The first days of sunlight are filtering through the window in the corner of your room and you cover your face with your hand, attempting to block out the new days and its promise of complicating the situation you find yourself in once again. Joel is breathing heavily, chest rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm and you have to fight not to allow it to lull you back to sleep. You had the morning shift at the bakery and since you are the one opening you can’t afford to be late. You eased yourself out of Joel’s arms carefully, lifting one thick hand off your hips before he grunts and yanks you closer eliciting a surprised giggle from you.

“Joel.” You whisper “I have to work.”

“Mmm No” he groans nuzzling his grizzled chin against your neck, inhaling your scent. “Stay. Need you.” His voice is thick with sleep and you try but fail to fight the arousal already beginning to pool in your belly.

“I gotta go, honey.” You coo in his ear, running your fingers along his naked shoulders, marveling at the soundness beneath your touch.

He tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you beneath him in one swift movement, caging you with his arms. he nuzzles your neck again, tickling beneath your ear and you can’t help but smile.

“You can be late can’t ya, baby?” He drawls, voice muffled against the skin of your shoulder.

“Mmm. No. Mrs Johnson will- mmm- Mrs Johnson wants her bagel first thing” you protest, threading your fingers through his hair, hips thrusting against his as if they have a mind of their own.

His length is hard and insistent on your thigh.

“Fuck Mrs Johnson” he growls, long fingers grasping at your thighs, spreading them. “Wanna taste you.”

You gasp when he disappears under the blankets between your legs.

“J-Joel” you sputter, glancing at the clock on your bedside table. Then every thought eddies from your head as his warm tongue slides against your cunt, big nose rubbing against your clit. Shockwaves of pleasure erupt beneath your skin and you can’t help but moan softly, easing your legs around his head, squeezing it lightly with your thighs.

“That’s right baby, wanna hear ya. Taste so good”

You cry out when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard.

“Mmm Joel you’re gonna get me fired.”

He appears again, crawling up your chest, nuzzling your cheek.

“Good. Don’t need to work when I can take care of you.

You roll your eyes and he grips two handfuls of your ass, squeezing tightly.

“Wanna keep you in this bed all day. Waiting for me when I get back. Warm and soft.” he slurs biting your bottom lip before kissing you so sweetly you lose all self control entirely.

He slides into you without warning, sheathing himself completely in your warmth and you arch off the bed.

“Yeah, I like that. Good girl.” He coos two big hands holding your hips tightly for better leverage. He leans down and sucks your nipple into his mouth greedily, groaning. His thrust are fast and unforgiving, desperate for you and you kiss his cheek, his neck, any skin that’s available to you.

He reaches down where your bodies are joined and applies pleasure to your clit with his thumb, making small circles around it before pressing down hard. You arch again.

“Joel. M gonna come.”

“That’s it baby. Lemme hear you” he responds gruffly, gripping your ankles and throwing them over his shoulder.

The new angle sends you over the edge and you scream when your orgasm hits you, spreading through your limbs and leaving your head with a soft and pleasant buzzing in its wake. He finishes then, plump lips hanging open, eyes locked on your face, the veins in his neck standing out as he stretches his head back.

You hum, pulling his chest to yours leaving a love bite on his shoulder.

“What a way to wake up” you purr against his ear. A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest and you can feel the vibrations throughout your entire body. You curl your toes, wishing you had more time. Wishing he could take you again and again, all day. You glance at the clock again.

“Fuck!”

You slide out from beneath him, skin pebbling from the cool air that assaults you when you leave his warm embrace. You fumble madly for your uniform in the pile of clothes at the end of your bed.

Joel watches you, one arm stretched behind his bed, eyes tracking every movement as you pull on your panties then your jeans. After dressing, you pull your wild hair into a ponytail and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You look freshly fucked, cheeks rosy, eyes glinting in the early sunlight, lips bruised and swollen. You turn to the man in your bed.

“Work would be a whole lot easier if I knew this was waiting for me when I got back” you tease.

He grins, his cheeks flushing red.

“I’m a busy man, can’t be laying here all day waiting for you to get home.” He drawls, leaning his head against the headboard.

“No matter how much I wanna.”

You bite your lip before approaching him, kissing his plump lips softly.

“Will I see you tonight?” he asks, dark eyes imploring, a hand coming up to tug a stray curl against your cheek.

“You can see me anytime, Joel Miller” you whisper before running a hand through his hair and kissing him again. He watches you go, chest tightening with that now familiar sensation of… something. Adoration? Affection? Fear? Joel didn’t know the word for it, as he wasn’t a man who was necessarily well acquainted with complicated feelings. What he did know, is you would be in his bed tonight, consequences be damned. Now that he had tasted you, he had a feeling it was a losing battle to walk away. You were his addiction. And he’d be damned if he was the type of man to quit anything.

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Joel’s Girl- Part 8

This will make up for the last chapter (hint hint, desperate Joel ;) lemme know what you think after reading, ILY♥️♥️♥️

Chapter 8- Desperate

Your sleep that night was fitful. And it continued to be for the rest of the week. You woke up thinking of Joel, you fell asleep with his name on your lips. He haunted you, followed you everywhere. You caught glimpses of him wherever you went, reminders of him in everything that caught your eye. You ached for him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to approach him. You’d already fucked things up royally in that department. If he wanted you, he knew where to find you and that was that. You fisted the comforter and jerked it off your legs, frustrated. You hadn’t touched yourself since that night. You refused to. You couldn’t keep entertaining this fantasy of him or you would never be able to walk away.

But nothing else did it for you. No one else.

You stood shakily, already in a foul mood despite the early hour. You fumbled through your room, attempting to get ready for your morning shift at the bakery. Your fingers were stiff as you applied some light makeup and pulled your long curly hair into a high ponytail. You opted to skip breakfast, your appetite absent, and left the house, not bothering to stop the door from slamming behind you.

The air was crisp, not too cold or too warm, exactly how you preferred it. This did little to lift your spirits, though. Especially when you spotted Jimmy hanging around the entrance to the bakery. You plastered on a fake smile and waved.

“Mornin’” you muttered, fumbling with the ring of keys on your belt. You selected the right one and slipped it into the lock on the front door, swinging it open. Jimmy took this as permission to enter, breezing past you into the semi-darkness.

“Morning! You seem like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He teases, leaning against the counter.

You really want to tell him to fuck off, but unfortunately you are too nice for your own good. So instead you laugh airily and nod, shrugging your shoulders.

“Just tired. Want a donut?”

“Mmmm yes please!” he exclaims, peering through the glass that covered an array of baked goods on the front counter.

‘How is he so chipper this early in the morning’ you wonder to yourself, begrudgingly plucking a vanilla iced donut from behind the glass and wrapping it in parchment. You hand it to him, carefully avoiding brushing his fingers. He smiles, accepting it eagerly.

“Thanks! Well I gotta be heading out. See you later, yeah?” He chirps before leaning in to kiss your cheek. You grimace, allowing it but cringing inwardly as he pulls away and all but skips out the door. Huffing a sigh, you go to tie your apron around your waist when your eyes lock with none other than Joel miller, standing frozen outside the window. He’s not moving, hands hanging by his thighs, shoulders squared, eyes dark. His demeanor is annoyed. No- angry. You smile and wave, pushing open the glass door and motioning him in.

“Hi, Joel. You hungry?”

He stares at you for a moment before begrudgingly entering, letting the door swing shut behind him. He’s only a breath away from you now and your breath catches at the nearness. You clasp your hands together to stop yourself from doing something stupid and step back, motioning behind you.

“I have some muffins, donuts, you know that kind of thing if you-.”

“You send me away the other night cause of him?”

His accusation cuts through the heavy silence like a barb and you flinch.

“What are you talking about?” you counter, hands on your hips, shoulders squaring.

“Im talkin bout that kid.”

He motions behind him to the door, “the one you just let kiss ya.”

You wave your hands in a dismissive motion, scoffing at his clear agitation.

“Jimmy? Oh that was nothing. I don’t like him like that.”

He huffs, running a thick hand through his hair.

“Like hell you don’t. I saw you two last week.”

You pause, eyebrows raising.

“Okay you’re gonna have to clue me in here, Joel. I’m confused.”

He grunts sharply, dark eyes boring into you. Why is he so angry? He doesn’t even want you. Does he?

“The day I got back. You were wearing that damn yellow dress, gigglin and shit like he hung the fuckin moon.”

You scrub a hand down your face, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Why the hell do you care anyway, Joel? You walked away, you said you didn’t want this. I’m just living my life and now you’re what? Fuckin spying on me?”

He bristles, hands fisting at his sides.

“That ain’t what I meant, just that-“

“What, if you can’t have me no one can is that right?” you shoot back, hip resting against the counter, arms crossed against your chest tightly.

“N-no. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just- fuck. He’s not right for you, is all.”

You chuckle darkly.

“And how would you know that? How would you know what’s right for me?? Maybe I do like him. And you know what? Maybe I’ll let him fuck me. That’s MY business, Joel. I’m not yours, never have been. I can spend time with, fuck and talk to whoever I please.”

You’re angry now, cheeks flushed red, eyes blazing as you stare him down.

How dare he? How dare he cast you aside without a word and then have the audacity to tell you who you could spend your time with? The fact that you didn’t care for Jimmy that way was beside the point and you had no intention of telling him that. Not when he was so clearly jealous. Jealous of someone getting to touch you, laugh with you- hold you. A sick part of you enjoyed this, watching him squirm. Seeing that maybe he wasn’t so stoic after all.

He stands as still as a statue, the only sign he’s alive the flashing in his dark eyes and steady rise and fall of his chest. His jaw clenches tightly. You feel naked beneath his stare, laid bare. But you refuse to back down and square your shoulders in response to his scrutiny. Finally he speaks.

“You’re right.” he begins, softer now, voice resigned.

“I ain’t got no right. I don’t know what’s wrong with me- what you’re doin to me. I just can’t stand the thought of- of him..”

He runs both hands through his silver streaked hair, leaving it sticking up all over his head. Even in the haze of your anger you have to stifle a giggle at the sight. His gaze softens as he gazes at you, lips moving but no words coming out. Then you see it, as clear as day- his walls snap back up like a barrier and suddenly he’s scowling down at you.

“Sorry to bother you. See you around.”

You watch his broad back retreat further and further as he walks away, your chest squeezing. Your first instinct is to call after him but you stifle it. He’s in the wrong here, not you. You don’t owe him anything.

So why does it hurt so badly?

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Later

The day is uneventful following your confrontation with Joel. You lose yourself in baking, hands buried to the elbows in dough, sounds of conversation and the clanging of utensils lulling you into a numbing pace. You refuse to allow yourself to dwell on this morning. You couldn’t bear how he left, how defeated he had looked. Joel, your Joel. So strong, so manly, so sure and yet he had looked like a lost puppy as he grappled with your words. It still stung, and you pushed the image away every time it flashed across your mind.

You walked home in a daze, legs like jelly. The week of sleeplessness nights have begun to catch up with your body and you can’t wait to fall into bed despite it only being early evening.

You stumble inside, shedding clothes as you go until you arrive in your bedroom. Falling into the comforter, you moan and find yourself immediately drifting off into a deep and dreamless sleep.

You jolt awake when you hear a knock at the door. Still groggy, you look at the alarm clock on your bedside table. It reads 2:13. What the hell? Who is knocking at your door at 2 in the morning? You grumble nonsense to yourself as you pull on a big tshirt that hangs to the top of your thighs and stumble to the front door. Another knock resounds in the quiet house, and you huff.

“Keep your pants on, I’m coming”

You unlock the door and swing it open, leaning an arm against the doorframe and rubbing your eyes with the other.

Through a giant, face splitting yawn, the identity of your visitor registers in your sleep addled brain and you sigh.

“What do you want, Joel.” You mumble, head tilting to rest on the door.

“M sorry baby.” He says, his gravelly voice washing over you, lulling you into a haze. You smirk at him, suddenly not caring how you left things- just happy he is here now for you to admire. You want him to talk more, you realize. You missed his voice.

“Didn’t know you was sleeping.” He grumbles, running a palm through his hair. He looks agitated. You watch him, a smile tugging at your lips.

“It’s 2 AM.” you slur, “of course I’m sleeping.”

You yawn again, covering your mouth with your hand.

He tracks the motion, gaze softening. He reaches out then, gently twirling a stray piece of hair around his long finger. He tugs it gently.

“I missed you, baby. Missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Joel.” You moan softly wrapping your arms around his neck. Maybe it’s the early hour. Maybe you’re just too tired to fight the insistent pull to him that never fades. Whatever the reason, you inhale his scent deeply, digging your nose into the crook of his neck. God, you missed that. His hair tickles your face and you giggle. His strong arms grip your waist, fingers digging into your hips.

“Need you. I need you so bad. Please let me come in, darlin. Need to feel you.” he draws, voice syrupy sweet, dripping straight to your core.

“Mmm thought I was too young” you whisper, tugging at his earlobe with your teeth. He grunts, gripping the underside of your bare thighs and lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist. You squeal.

“Don’t care. Need you.” He says gruffly, stepping inside the house and kicking the door shut behind you.

“Can’t stop thinking about you.” he continues, “where’s your bedroom?”

“End of the hall” you murmur distractedly, peppering soft kisses along the underside of his jaw. He follows your direction, kicking open the door and closing it with one hand, careful to keep you wrapped tightly to him as he does. He’s so strong, carrying you with no effort at all. The realization melts you, pooling deep in your tummy. You grind your core against his clothed groin gently, insistently. He shudders, immediately hardening beneath you. You grin against his neck. Gently he sits on the bed, settling you onto his lap. You rest your hands on his shoulders and look down at him. His eyes are wide, pupils fully dilated so they’re no longer brown but black. His lips are parted and he’s breathing harshly, the hot air fanning your cheeks. You note the desperation in his gaze, the desire, and shudder.

“Did you fuck him?”

The question takes you by surprise. He asks it so softly, his voice strained. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips, his eyes searching yours. You lean forward, running your fingers through his patchy beard. He leans his face into your touch, eyes fluttering closed.

“No, Joel. I haven’t been with anyone but you.”

His eyes pop open. A rush of air leaves his lungs and he kisses you then, fiercely, his tongue immediately slipping past your lips.

“Good girl.” he murmurs against your mouth, hands running along your spine to your shoulders then back down. “Sweet baby. That’s my girl.”

You sigh heavily as he coos at you, the praise lighting a fire in your chest that licks through your veins voraciously. You thread your fingers through his curls, tugging lightly the way you know he likes and he rewards you with a low gutteral groan. He reaches beneath the hem of your shirt and lifts it over your head, tossing it to the corner, eyes never leaving your body.

“Missed these” he pants, hands immediately leaving your hips to cup your breasts. You arch into his touch, shuddering softly as his thumb brushes across your nipple.

“Joel.” you whine. His hot mouth closes over your peaked nipple and sucks softly. Gasping you push his head tighter against your breast, legs squeezing his hips.

“Yeah, like that. Mmmm just like that.” you moan breathily, pleasure coiling tightly in your stomach.

He hums approvingly, digging his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back for better access as he dives into your neck. He sucks hard beneath your ear as he grips two handfuls of your ass, squeezing.

“Fuck I missed you. Shit. W-Wanted this so bad.”

He’s slurring his words, soft moans punctuating every phrase and it sends you reeling.

“You want him to touch you like this?” He hisses raggedly in your ear and you moan, gripping the strands of his hair tighter.

“Huh? You want that baby?”

You shake your head, keening when he sucks his nipple into the heat of his mouth again.

“No. No don’t want him” you moan drunk on his touch, body screaming for more, more, more.

“That’s right. You want me, dontcha? Want my hands” he says, his voice impossibly deeper, rougher. “Want my cock”

You nod quickly, gasping when he flips you into your back, crawling up your body like a hungry predator, nuzzling your hipbone with his nose before biting down gently. You arch into his mouth. He hums softly against your skin, a smile curving his lips.

“That’s my girl.”

His rough hands grip the small of your back, tug you lower beneath him. You smile shyly up at him, melting beneath his hungry gaze. His eyes devour you as he pants heavily above you, cock hard against your inner thigh.

“So pretty” he coos, his long finger lazily tracing your collarbone, swirling above the curve of your breast then gliding to your tummy. You grab his hand, push it between your legs. He groans, a guttural sound that rattles his chest when his fingers brush the wetness there.

“Needy girl” he whispers, eyes locked on your core, teasing the entrance with the pad of his thumb. You marvel at the way his bronze rough skin contrasts with yours. He leans down, nuzzles his nose against your thigh, trails kisses up, up toward your core. He inhales deeply as if reveling in the very essence of you and the action sends violent shivers licking up your spine. He puts a big hand on each of your thighs, pressing down lightly, baring you to him. He stares then, so long you begin to squirm beneath his intent gaze. He licks his lips.

“Prettiest thing I ever seen.” He says quietly, reverently- devouring you with his eyes. You realize then this has to be sexiest thing you have ever witnessed. Your Joel, a man who had killed and mangled countless people, whose skin had bronzed from years of hard labor in the sun, a man who bowed to no one, who wasn’t afraid of anything- brought to his knees at the sight of your cunt, glistening for him. The realization sends a new wave of wetness rushing to your core and you writhe beneath him, desperate for him to touch you.

Suddenly his head is between your legs, hot tongue lapping at your core like a man starved, rubbing his beard against your inner thighs- devouring you. You can bring yourself to do nothing but take it, head falling back on the pillow, fingers curling in his hair. His lips wrap around your clit and you cry out at the sensation. The heat in your belly curls further and you feel your orgasm cresting.

“J-Joel”

“Mmmm” he rumbles against your cunt, continuing to feast upon you with a fervor of a man who might die if he doesn’t taste you.

“M gonna cum.” You breathe, a pornographic moan ripping from your throat as the coil pulls tighter and tighter before exploding, warmth spreading through limbs, mind hazing with pleasure. Your eyes roll back in your head as Joel continues to lap at you, working you through the final waves of pleasure, wringing you dry and leaving you panting, boneless beneath him. Finally, he withdraws his mouth, and you shiver at the loss of contact. He kisses you softly on the soft spot beneath your knee, big hand dragging up your thigh. Your eyes flutter closed, your hands gripping his biceps, tugging him to you. He chuckles darkly, acquiescing to your demands. He braces himself above you, lips a breath from yours. “My Sweet girl” he breaths, kissing one corner of your mouth then the other. You hum, lips curving upward, hands reaching between you to glue across the head of his painfully hard cock. He flinches violently, gritting his teeth.

“Mm so sensitive” you purr, running your soft fingers along the veins on the underside of him. He hisses through his teeth, head dropping your shoulder.

“That’s it, honey let me make you feel good” you coo as you continue to tease him with a gentle touch, basking in every groan as if it’s a reward, chest glowing with pride that you and only you had this power of him.

“Wanna be inside you” he slurs, kissing your neck sloppily, hands growing more urgent in their groping.

You hum and guide him to your core, the tip of his cock resting against your arousal. He hisses again, biting the inside of your shoulder. You gasp when he thrusts into you, giving you a moment to adjust before filling you completely. The sweet sting sends a bolt of pleasure through you and you wrap your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper, harder. Your hands scrabble for purchase on his broad shoulders as he continues to thrust into you, his tip brushing that spongey part inside that has you curling your toes tightly. Your run your nails along his back, no doubt drawing blood but he only groans and quickens his pace. You know he’s close. His hips snap into you harder and harder, thrusts growing sloppier, needier. You bite his earlobe.

“That’s right. All yours baby. Take what’s yours” you whisper into the shell of his ear and that pushes him over the edge. He comes with a low gutural rumble that rips itself from his chest and shudders as he spends himself inside you, falling to the bed weakly, arms still loosely wrapped around your body. His chest heaves, beads of sweat trickling down his temple, and you trace each one with your finger. He turns his head to gaze at you, tired eyes tracking every inch of your face. You smile at him sweetly, snuggle into his chest. You know there are things you need to talk about. But it can wait. Tonight, Joel Miller is in your bed. His masculine scent invades the air all around you, cradling you in a cocoon of safety and protection. You snuggle closer into his broad chest, and kiss it. Talking can wait.

Tonight Joel Miller is yours and you’re his. And that’s enough.

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This was so fun to write. Enjoy, my lovelies!! Give me your feedback in the comments! Hope you love it!

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Joel’s Girl- Part 7

Hello, my babies enjoy chapter 7 and your daily cup of Joel ;) get ready for some angst, jealous Joel, miscommunication and plain old “will they won’t they?” stay tuned, ILY ♥️♥️

Chapter 7- Blurred Lines

You wake up in your bed the next morning. You don’t remember falling asleep, only the soft rise and fall of Joel’s broad chest and his warm calloused hands wrapped around your shoulders. The smell of him still clung to the nightgown he dressed you in after you were asleep. You inhale deeply and breathe a contented sigh, gazing out the window.

Something changed last night. He finally gave himself over to you- all of him, and it was intoxicating. It was addicting. It only left you wanting more of everything he had to offer.

You stretch your arms high above your head like a cat and let out a yawn before easing to your feet. Theres a twinge of pain in your calf from last nights ordeal but it isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. You creep out the door and poke your head into Joel’s room.

It’s empty.

You assume that he’s up early to prepare for his shift on patrol, although you can’t deny the sharp disappointment that pierces your chest. You sigh, meandering to the staircase and taking the steps one at a time, testing your weight on each one. You were surprised to find the kitchen empty.

That was strange.

Usually Joel was there to make you breakfast or check on how you were feeling.

Confused, you make your way across the kitchen to the door that leads to the garage and knock. You hear a muffled groan and take that as permission to poke your head inside.

Ellie is stretched out across the bed, stirring slightly.

“Ellie?” You whisper.

“Hmmm.” She mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

“Where’s Joel?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

You cock an eyebrow, frowning.

“Tell me what?”

She heaves a heavy sigh and rolls over to face you, rubbing her eyes.

“He’s gonna be gone a few weeks. Said you’d be here to look after me and to make sure you didn’t push it too far.”

You clutch at your chest. Gone? A few weeks? And he didn’t tell you?

“Where is he going?” You ask, voice wavering.

She huffs dramatically.

“Fuck if I know. But I don’t need you looking after me so don’t worry about that.”

You nod and excuse yourself quickly, legs shaking.

He left? Without saying goodbye? Even after the intimacy you had shared together?

Your cheeks flush with anger and you breathe deeply, nostrils flaring. Of course he did. You didn’t mean to him what he meant to you. You were just a dumb kid in his eyes. You practically threw yourself at him and when he gave in- as most men would- you were stupid enough to expect more. You slap a palm to your forehead once. Twice. Stupid. So stupid. Maybe you were just a stupid kid.

You slide into the empty wooden chair at the kitchen table and put your head in your hands. The ache in your chest is undeniable. What were you going to do with yourself when he was gone? You didn’t have any friends aside from Ellie, no family, no job. How could he just leave?

You scrub a fist down your face, mentally shaking yourself. You are a grown woman, you’ve faced monsters, death, starvation and evil men-you had kept yourself alive this long. Surely you could find a way to get your mind off Joel.

Joel

You sigh and push yourself up. You could do this. You didn’t need him. You didn’t need anybody. It’s just been you as long as you could remember, and it’s just you now. Nothing has changed, not really.

You laugh softly at yourself, sinking back down. Who were you kidding.

Everything had changed.

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2 weeks later

“I think it’s absolutely perfect!” You squeal, spinning to Maria, hands clasped to your chest.

She grins and looks around, nodding appreciatively.

“Yes I think it should do quite nicely. And how’s the new job been?”

You smile and tell her how much you enjoy it. And really you do.

After Joel left you determined to start making a life for yourself here- mostly because you needed a distraction from his absence but you would never admit that. You took your time roaming around the settlement, looking for odd jobs and settlers that needed help you could provide. You met a lot of people, even made some acquaintances here and there that you were hopeful would blossom into friendships in time.

You had discovered a job opening at the local bakery and absolutely fell in love. The smells, the sounds, the busyness- it was perfect to keep your mind distracted and hands busy. It also provided you the opportunity to get to know the residents of Jackson better.

Jimmy had been hanging around recently, still clumsily vying for your attention. You admit that you almost caved once or twice to the pull of company as the loneliness you were trying to escape still waged a constant battle. But you couldn’t bring yourself to. Not after…. Well. Not after him. Not yet.

Now you were settling in your new home. A quaint one-bedroom house just a five minute walk from the bakery. The living room was spacious, complete with a leather couch, a record player and a small side table that housed what looked like an antique lamp. The kitchen was beautiful as well, the walls a faded yellow with a large wooden table sporting three matching chairs. Not that you would need it. You never really had company. Other than Ellie of course.

She had been your first official visitor the day you moved out. You had stayed at Joel’s house per his wishes while he was gone but he was due back today, so you decided to avoid the awkward reunion that was sure to come and move in immediately. You watched her, lounging on your sofa and smiled. At least you had her.

Maria claps her hands, jolting you out of your reverie.

“Well I’m off! I’ve got some errands to run. Are you all set here? Anything else you might need?”

You shake your head with a polite smile.

“Nothing I can think of. Thank you so much, Maria. For everything.”

She smiles at you and pulls you into a bear hug.

“Of course. We’re so glad to have you. Really.”

She waves goodbye to Ellie who answers with a muttered “see ya” before she walks out the door, shutting it softly behind her. You plop on the couch beside Ellie with a heavy sigh.

“You workin tonight?”

She asks, scribbling in that worn journal of hers.

“Nah” you mutter, rubbing your hands along your thighs. “Got some kind of work dinner thing.”

“Work dinner huh? With the bakery peeps?” She chuckles and shakes her head. “Sounds like a blast.”

You laugh with her, your head falling to the back of the couch with a soft “plop”. “Yeah it’ll be painful I’m sure. Gotta do what I gotta do.”

She grunts and you stand, retreating to your bedroom to begin getting ready for dinner. You can’t deny the thought of seeing Joel again makes your heart flip in your chest. You wonder if he’s been hurt, if he’s safe. If things will be weird between you. He probably won’t seek you out and that’s ok. You’ve made your peace with it. You were being silly to think there was anything real there anyway. But still… his name continued to spill from your lips in the dark of night, mostly in the throughs of orgasm that follow fantasizing about him. His hands. His hair, his skin. His strong back. His voice.

You shiver just thinking about it. Mentally shaking yourself, you glare at your reflection in the mirror wagging a finger.

“Stop it.” You hiss before standing and choosing something to wear. You settle for a loose fitting yellow sundress that stops mid thigh. It’s a little low but you don’t have much of a wardrobe to choose from as of yet so you’ll have to deal with it. You check your reflection one last time before squaring your shoulders.

Joel does not exist tonight. You will forget about him and move on with your life. Starting now.

After your pathetic little pep talk which was sure to crash and burn, you bid Ellie goodbye and head to your dinner party, resolve wavering with every step. You only hoped he wasn’t around. You didn’t need to think with your cunt any more than you already have. She had caused you enough problems.

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She was at dinner. With him.

Joel’s brows furrowed as he watched you from his table in the corner, hand clasped tightly around the whiskey he’d barely touched.

You looked fucking beautiful.

Seeing you again was like seeing the sun after being hours underground. It was everything warm and sweet. Everything Joel was not. This was part of the reason Joel had left in the shitty way he did. He knew you would be pissed and rightly so. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to sully such a perfect, sweet girl like you with his old and bloody hands. It wouldn’t be right. He couldn’t live with himself.

And yet…

He had ached without you, even though it had only been two weeks. There was no denying that. He felt like a teenager again, fucking his hand every night to thoughts of your perfect lips, your laugh, those incredible tits. His mood had been impressively bad, much to the chagrin of those around him. He missed you.

Fuck did he miss you.

He missed seeing that sweet smile first thing in the morning. He missed watching you scribble endless drawings in that sketchbook he had given you. He missed seeing you crinkle your adorable nose when you read one of your books. It was pathetic really how lost he had been in the time that had lapsed since he saw you.

Even now, his cock was painfully hard at just the sight of you in that pretty yellow dress that you had obviously worn for him.

That fucker.

Joel’s chest tightened so much he worried he was having a heart attack as he gazed at you. Smiling at that moron. Laughing at his jokes. He scoffed at himself, tipping back the amber liquid in his glass and wincing at the burn. He was acting like a jealous kid and pushing 50 no less- the age you should be worrying about things like heart attacks and heartburn. But you. You…

He watched you smiling and laughing in that carefree air that only you could pull off. You were so young. So perfect. What were you doing with an old man like him anyway? You deserved better, that was for sure. Better than an old, tired man who had lost too much could give you.

He grunted and stood, his creaking joints reminding him again that he was too old for this shit. He wanted to go over there, wrap his big hands around that twerps neck and throw him through the window for so much as breathing your air. But he couldn’t do that to you. So he gazed at you one last time, drinking you in like a glass of cold water in the desert before turning slowly and striding out the door.

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You stumble outside, marveling at the feel of the cool air on your heated skin. You had indulged in one too many whiskeys and the fuzziness in your head promised a hell of a hangover in the morning. But it was nice. You had gotten to know some of your coworkers better, and discovered you liked most of them. Jimmy had shown up again, as he usually did, monopolizing your conversation once or twice but other than that you had enjoyed the night. You smiled to yourself as you meandered down the path to your new home. Only to stop in your tracks when you saw who stood there, waiting.

Joel

God, he looked handsome. Curls unruly like he’d been running his hands through them, unbuttoned flannel shirt with a black tee underneath, worn jeans with his trademark belt buckle to hold them up. Your heart stuttered fiercely in your chest. All you really wanted to do was jump into his arms. But you stared stupidly at him instead.

“Ya moved out?”

His gravelly voiced washed over you in a tidal wave of desire and you squirmed, a blush staining your cheeks.

“Yes. Today.”

He cocked his head and continued to peruse you, his gaze raking over you with such intensity you had to look away.

“Why?”

You toe the ground, shrugging your shoulders.

“Seemed like a logical next step. I can walk now, as you can see.” You twirled once, your dress flaring to reveal the lace black panties you wore beneath it. You were oblivious of course. But Joel saw them immediately. His mouth dried.

“Oh.”

He cleared his throat, suddenly incredibly nervous. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck and his gaze bounced from his feet to you.

“Guess that makes sense. Ya like it?”

You smile and shrug again.

“It’s nice enough. I’ll miss you bringing me breakfast though.”

He chuckles, a rough gravelly sound that sends tingles shooting through your veins.

“I’ll miss that too.” He says softly, so softly you barely heard it.

“Why are you here, Joel?” You ask.

He looks at the ground again, not meeting your steady gaze.

“I dunno. Just wanted to check on you is all.”

You nod and begin to walk again, straight past him and to your front door.

“Well you did, and I’m fine. It was good to see you again, but I really have to-“

His fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You look down at where your hands connect then back to those chocolate eyes. He’s breathing heavily now, his pupils dilating ever so slightly, the only action that gave away whatever it was he was thinking.

“I..” he pauses for a second, unsure. Hesitating. You step forward to hear him better. His fingers are still wrapped around your wrist, the pads of them resting lightly on your pulse.

“Im sorry. For leaving like I did.”

You shrug a shoulder not answering for a moment. The silence is broken only by the cicadas buzzing in the nearby fields. You look at the sky.

“No. I’m sorry, Joel. I shouldn’t have pushed you. You obviously don’t want me like I want you, and that’s fine. We can be friends. I got over it. It’s fine.”

He huffs, a flash of irritation in the inky depths of his gaze.

“That ain’t true.” He grits out tightening his grip on your arm. You gently pull your hand free.

“Really, Joel. It’s ok.”

He gazes at you, his eyes full of an unreadable expression, his full lips pursed, opening and closing as if he can’t quite find the right words.

“I-“

You kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for everything, Joel.” you whisper against his cheek before turning to go. You close the door gently and leave him standing alone on the porch.

He stares at the door, clenching his fists, gritting his teeth- wondering how the fuck he managed to screw up the absolute treasure God had dropped into his lap.

Maybe it was better this way. Or maybe…

Maybe nothing.

He walked away, kicking the stones on the gravel sidewalk as he did. Even though he knew it was the right thing, there was a small voice that echoed in his ears and heart, telling him he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

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Joel’s Girl- Part 6

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Chapter 5- In Too Deep

Joel follows you to the bar where you order another whiskey. He grimaces and murmurs something to the bartender before settling on the stool beside you. His gaze is tracking your shoulders, your neck, your face. Heat floods your core once again, the desire to reach out and touch him all-encompassing. You tentatively meet those stern, unwavering eyes as the bartender places a water in front of you. You look at the glass, then Joel who sports a cocky grin and roll your eyes.

“I don’t know if you’re hard of hearing but I actually ordered a whiskey? You know, alcohol?? Not this” you motion to the offensive clear liquid in front of you. The bartender raises his hands in mock defense.

“Just following orders.”

You turn to Joel.

“Orders, huh?”

He shrugs a broad shoulder, smiling, hands resting lightly on his lap.

“You sure like to give out orders don’t you, Mr Miller.” You purr as you slide into the stool right across his. Your knees brush the inside of his thighs, and you place your hands on his lap to steady yourself. He jumps at the contact, eyes scanning the room to note if anyone is watching. You learn forward, brushing your mouth against his ear.

“That’s a coincidence. Because I like to follow them. Do you like to tell me what to do Joel? Does it make you hard?”

He grips your wrist harshly, gritting his teeth so hard it’s a wonder they don’t crack.

“Don’t.” He hisses, jaw ticking, eyes narrowing.

He practically vibrates with feral energy, intense heat rolling off him in waves, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation and something else. Something intoxicating. You inhale the crook of his neck deeply before leaning back and wrapping your fingers around the glass of water. You lift it to your lips and drink. Joel tracks the water that drips down your chin, down down down until it disappears between your breasts. He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes tightening at the corners. The look on his face is desperate. His eyebrows are knit together, his jaw tight- his hands grip his thighs so hard his knuckles are white.

In other words, he’s right where you want him.

Standing, you turn to face him, all innocence and smiles. “Will you walk me home, Joel?”

He blinks, snapping out of his lust-filled haze, clears his throat.

“Sure. Lemme go tell Ellie.”

You watch him saunter off and lean against the bar, sighing. Content. It was only a matter of time now before-

You jumped when you felt a hand slide down your arm- softer than Joel’s. You turn to see Jimmy there, grinning down at you. His usual kind demeanor is replaced with something else- something dangerous. He’s practically leering down at you and you glance around for Joel. He’s nowhere in sight.

“Finally got you to myself.” He slurs, clearly drunk. You smile politely trying to extricate yourself from his grip, but he’s stronger.

“Now that we got rid of the old man, why don’t we go find somewhere quiet and have some fun.” He murmurs against your ear, groping your ass, your hips. You whimper and go to pull away, fear leaping to your throat when his hold remains tight.

“Actually I was just going home-“ you squeak.

You nearly melt in relief when you hear Joel’s strong voice boom like a clap of thunder.

“The fuck you think you’re doin boy?”

Jimmy jumps back, startled and you take the opportunity to slip out of his grasp, flitting quickly to Joel’s side. You grab his bicep.

“Talking. What’s it look like old man?” Jimmy chuckles and leans against the bar.

Joel approaches him then, his gaze so menacing it scares you to look at it. You hoped to never be at the receiving end of Joel’s wrath because it was scary. It was terrible. It was…. It was hot. Incredibly hot. You twist your fingers in your lap, deciding not to address what must be wrong with you to be so incredibly turned on in this moment.

“Watch your mouth boy. And keep your hands to yourself. Got it?” He turns to leave before Jimmy pipes up behind him.

“I think I’ll put my hands wherever I like. An ass like that is begging to be touched.”

You smack a palm to your forehead already knowing what is coming, cursing under your breath. Joel jerks around eyes sparkling with rage and grips the collar of jimmy’s shirt. He lifts him off the floor easily, his biceps flexing, the veins in his hand prominently on display.

“Last chance. Watch. Your fucking. Mouth.” Joel whispers menacingly and your heart stutters in your chest at his tone. Jimmy lifts his hands and nods.

“Yeah ok whatever. Sorry.”

Joel drops him and turns to you, grabbing your wrist before you can protest and tugging you to the door. You follow him, leg twinging in pain from the exertion of the night. Joel stops as if sensing it and turns to you.

“C’mere.” He says, dark eyes softer now.

You obey and when you tiptoe forward and stand before him he reaches down and effortlessly lifts you into his strong arms. You gasp a little, taken by surprise but secretly thrilled to be in his embrace again. One big hand is resting behind your knees while the other grips your lower back. You lean into his touch, nestling your chin on his chest. Looking up at him, you’re once again stunned by his rough beauty. His strong nose, those furrowed brows. The freckles that dot his nose and disappear beneath his shirt. That thick, veiny neck. He grunts, beginning the trek to his house.

“Ain’t polite to stare.” He mutters, lips twitching.

You sigh, resting your chin on your hand. Continue to track every feature as if you were memorizing it, taking mental photographs that you could shuffle through later in the quiet of your room. He glances down at you, meeting your eyes, his soft lips a breath from your own.

“Quit looking at me like that.” He drawls, voice deep and syrupy- dreamy.

You tilt your head. “Like what?”

He grunts shifting you in his arms again.

“Like you want me to fuck you right here in the street.”

You bite your lip, lean your head on his broad chest, inhale his scent.

“Maybe I do.” You murmur, drunk once again on the closeness of him. Delirious with desire. He shudders, gripping you tighter as you approach the house.

“You don’t know what you want, pretty girl.”

You gaze at him, at those eyes that have captured your attention since the moment you first saw them.

“I know exactly what I want. I want you.”

He stops in his tracks, gently placing you down on the porch. His tenderness whenever it comes to you is such a contrast to the angry fierceness you saw at the bar. Your heart squeezes. You run your hands along his shoulders. He refuses to meet your eyes. Jaw clenching.

“You don’t want me.” He finally says, so quietly you almost missed it.

“I ain’t a good man.”

You take his chin in your hands, tilt his face to yours.

“You are.”

You place a featherlight kiss on his nose, his cheek, his brow.

“Now take me inside and let me make you feel good.” You purr against the shell of his ear. He tenses, hands still fisting at his sides.

“Let me make you feel good, Joel.” You plead, kissing his neck now, desperate. Desperate for all of him. To taste him again. To be consumed by him.

You slip your hand in between your bodies and cup his groin and only then does he let out a low gutteral sound and grip your thighs, lifting you. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist as he kicks open the door, turning to lock it behind him as you lick and suck at his neck.

“Ellie?” You breath between peppering kisses on every inch of his exposed skin.

“Staying at a friends” he grunts, squeezing your ass with both hands, capturing your lips with his own.

You moan happily, long and low when he finally kisses you. Immediately you deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groans, his cock jumping between your thighs and anticipation coils low and hot in your stomach. Finally he reaches the bed -his bed you notice- and drops you into it. You bounce with a giggle and he stares at you, panting. Chocolate eyes glistening in the moonlight that streams through the window, lips swollen and pouty. You itch to have him on you again. You hold your arms out to him.

Slowly, too slowly, he sinks into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you so tightly you can barely breath. He buries his face in your cleavage, leaving sloppy kisses in the dip of your breasts, rubbing his beard on your heated skin, the delicious friction of his patchy beard shooting straight to your core and making your toes curl. You tangle your fingers in his hair.

“So pretty. So fuckin pretty.” He moans incoherently, slurring his words as his hands roam all over you, gripping every piece of you they find. This isn’t gentle, like the other night. This is desperate, lips clashing, moans mingling in the silent house, grabbing hands. You need him with an urgency you never experienced before. You paw at his belt, fumbling with the buckle.

“Joel..” you plead as he sits back on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Look at ya.” He says running a hand down your bare thigh all the way down your calf. He brings your foot to his mouth and kisses it. Then your ankle. Then the soft spot beneath your knee. You throw your head back, delirious with pleasure.

“Such a sweet baby.” He rumbles, his gravelly voice like a physical presence, dragging down your body and sending a new rush of wetness between your legs.

“So sweet for me” he drawls before leaning down to place a kiss on your inner thigh. You push his shirt off his shoulders, eager to feel his bare skin against yours.

“Don’t be a- ah- don’t be a tease Joel, fuck.” You moan, arching your back when he returns his attention to your breasts. He cups them through your dress, running his thumbs along your nipples.

“Fuckin kid thought he could touch what’s mine.” He grunts, gripping your rib cage and pulling you roughly down the bed so your chest is flush with his.

“No one touches these but me.”

His head dips to your breasts again, sucking your clothed nipple into his mouth. The sensations sends your body arching violently, pushing your chest further into his face.

“Yes. Y-yours” you mumble incoherently, dipping your head further into the pillow, heat coiling deep in your belly.

He pauses, slipping a hand beneath your thighs, tantalizingly close to where you needed him most. He strokes languidly.

“Say it again.” His voice is syrupy and sensual, deeper than usual and you shiver.

“Im yours.” You say, desperate now, shaking.

He suddenly sinks a finger into your cunt, burying to the knuckle. You cry out.

“Mine.” He breathes eyes tracking your every movement. He brings his finger to his mouth and licks your arousal off him. The sight is so sensual and filthy. It’s too much. You need more. More more more.

“More.” You plead breath stuttering, cheeks flushed. Mouth open, head falling to the bed and thrusting your hips into his hand.

He hums, circling your clit with a long finger then applying pressure gently. You moan his name. He hisses when he adds another finger and you clench around him.

“So tight. Damn it, baby. F-fuck. Want my cock in you.”

You nod vigorously, crying now, desperate for everything he has to give.

He stands quickly from the bed pulling his jeans down his thighs. His hard cock springs free and your mouth dries at the sight. He’s big. You lick your lips. Why is that not surprising?

He climbs back over you, and your hands immediately jump to his dick, sliding your fingers up and down the shaft. He hisses, head falling to your shoulder.

“No baby, don’t do that m not gonna last.”

You ignore him, reveling in the feel of silky steel beneath your fingers. His desire and the power that consumes you more intoxicating than anything you’ve ever experienced.

He grunts, thrusting sloppily in your hand, sucking on your neck, hands thrust into your long hair. His weight on your body is crushing in the best way, it steals your breath and spurs you on and you wrap your legs around his waist and press his lower back with your heels bringing him even closer to your aching core. The delicious friction of his hard length against your clit almost sends you over the edge and you run your nails up his back, bite his shoulder. He lets out a gutteral growl, gripping your hips bruisingly.

“S too good. M gonna come too soon.” He moans and you gasp.

“Fuck me, Mr Miller.” You slur, visión hazy with lust, eyes lidded. He pulls back to kiss you deeply, groaning into your mouth.

“Taste so good.” He grunts before leaning back on his knees and stroking himself, looking down at you.

He’s a god like this, bronze muscled chest and shoulders on full display- biceps flexing with every stroke. He lines himself up with your cunt and presses in. You gasp when he enters you, clenching around him involuntarily at the welcome intrusion, crying out at the sweet sting of him spreading you. You claw at his shoulders, moaning his name. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls gently, hands on the bottom of your thighs.

“So tight.” He grunts “so perfect f me”

He reaches a hand down between your joined bodies to press on your clit and you come immediately, eyes rolling back in your head and a low moan spilling from your lips.

“Joel” you stutter, mind hazy, pleasure coursing through you in waves as he continues to thrust you through it.

“M gonna come baby. Pussys too good” he grunts, teeth gritted, head tilted back to display his thick, veiny neck.

“Come for me Joel.” You whisper encouragingly wrapping lazy arms around his neck and biting his ear lobe. He shudders and grips your ass tighter, thrusting into you harder and harder, the sounds of your joining bodies the only noise in the quiet room.

“So good. God you’re so good. Want to do this forever” he slurs incoherently placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck. He moans low in his chest when he comes, pulling out and stroking himself over your belly, spending himself all over your sweaty breasts. You watch him, thinking you’ve never seen anything so sexy in your life. He stays there, weight on his knees, watching you, eyes unreadable in the darkness.

“M sorry baby.” He admits softly, standing and grabbing a cloth off the bedside table. Your brows knit in confusion, and you run a hand along his veiny arm as he gently cleans your stomach and chest.

“Wanted to last longer.” He says finally, cheeks flushed red at the admission. He’s embarrassed. You grab his shoulders and pull his chest to your tummy, laying his head against your naked breasts. He lets out a small sigh and you smile at the sound. Your run your hands through his soft curls, his heavy breathing filling the silence around you.

“You were perfect.” You say truthfully, running your fingers along his shoulders and then back into his hair.

“Absolutely perfect”

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Joel’s girl- part five

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Chapter 5- JEALOUS

You lay motionless in bed long after the sun has risen, staring at the ceiling. Your body is humming and in between your thighs is slightly sore from where Joel’s rough fingers had been. You couldn’t shake the look on his face as he touched you. The longing. The image flits across your mind and sinks straight to your core with liquid heat. You miss him. Already. And you know you’re being pathetic, laying there waiting for him to come with your breakfast so you could see him again. But you simply didn’t care anymore. Let him see how desperate you were for him. For more.

You perk up when you hear footsteps outside the door, but frown when you realize they are lighter than Joel’s. The door cracks open and Ellie pokes her head inside. Your stomach sinks but you smile anyway.

“Hi there.”

She smiles and enters cautiously.

“Hey there, Gimpy. How’s the leg?”

You giggle and slide towards the edge of the bed and shakily stand in response. She squeals and rushes to your side.

“You’re standing??? Finally!!! I can show you around now!! Ah!”

You squeal with her and your heart rushes with warmth at the thought of going outside, smelling the crisp air, walking without assistance and exploring. It’s almost too much to bear.

The heavy clomping of footsteps outside the door is your only warning before Joel pops his head in, trademark scowl on full display.

“What’s all that noise?”

Ellie points to you with a huge grin. “She’s walking, Joel!!! Can you believe it?”

He turns his piercing, dark gaze to you and drags it slowly up your body- starting at your toes, pausing for a minute at your breasts before meeting your eyes. You’re melting inside but you attempt to stay composed. Cool.

“Wow. Would ya look at that.” He says with a half smile, crossing his arms.

“Joel?” I squeak, wringing my hands. “Can I please go out today? I think I’ll die if I have to lay in this bed one more minute.”

He rolls his eyes and scrubs a hand down his face, seemingly thinking it over.

“Come on, Joel. Let her go. Just for a short walk?” Ellie pleads. Both of you have your doe eyes turned to him, pleading. He huffs

“All right now that ain’t fair. Enough of that two against one shit.”

“Pleasssseeeee??” You say in unison, and you quirk a smile as you watch him shift uncomfortably. He slips his hand in the front pocket of his jeans and pulls out a pocket watch- checks the time. Then he looks up at you with a scowl, although you could see the smile dancing in his eyes.

“All right. Just a little.”

You both squeal and grab each others hands, elated. Joel scoffs muttering something about “women” before turning to leave the room.

“Ive got a cane to help you get around and I don’t want to hear no complaining about it you hear me?”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest.

“A cane? Seriously?” He looks over his shoulder at you with a fierce expression that dares you to argue. You decide to let him have this one.

“All right…” you grumble as he returns with a rough wooden walking stick with a curve for your hand to rest in at the top. You bite back a smile.

“Did you make this?”

He shrugs and his cheeks grow red as he stares at the ground, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Weren’t nothin” he mutters.

You lean in and kiss his cheek before taking the stick and testing your weight on it. He watches you but doesn’t move, scared to come closer and even more scared to move further away. He inhales deeply. You smell like his soap and the realization stirs something primal in him. He resists the urge to grab you and finish what he started that morning. Shaking himself, he takes your other arm- so small in his big hand- and guides you toward the door. Ellie shuffles behind you, clearly impatient to show you off.

“Where to first?” You ask beaming up at Joel. He suppresses a smirk at your excitement, something tightening in his chest. He clears his throat.

“Anywhere you want, ba- he catches himself, coughing, glancing at Ellie.

“Anywhere you want.”

You blush and look toward the front door then back to him.

His hair is tousled, soft curls tumbling down his forehead. He smells clean with a hint of pine and something undefinable- Something masculine. You want to kiss him so badly. Instead you loop your arm in his and gesture to the door.

“Lead the way, cowboy”

The walk is slow as you’re still getting the hang of balancing your weight on the cane Joel so sweetly made for you. The temperature is perfect- not too cold but crisp. You stop and breathe in the fresh air, turning your face to the sky. It feels so good you don’t notice Joel staring at you with a look so intense you could almost feel its burn on your exposed skin. You glance at him embarrassed, before turning to reach for Ellie.

“Come on girl we ain’t got all day.”

She laughs, teasing you back and Joel watches, transfixed. Something was happening that was starting to scare the hell out of him. It felt like his heart was defrosting, blooming like a flower in the first days of spring- and he wasn’t sure he liked it. It was only then that he realized that you were still in your nightgown, nipples pebbling in the cold. He resists the overwhelming urge to suck one in his mouth and shrugs off his jacket, placing it on your shoulder. You mouth a thank you with a smile so sweet it makes his teeth hurt. He just grunts and leads you along, rubbing at his traitorous chest with his free hand.

Joel and Ellie lead you to what appears to be the dining hall where a scattered group of people seem to be finishing their breakfast. You smile at the sight, relieved at how normal it all felt. How special to be a part of a place like this. To be welcomed in. You hear a gasp and turn to find Maria, rushing towards you, arms outstretched.

“Look at you honey!! It’s so good to see you looking better? How’s the leg?”

You smile and accept her quick hug.

“I feel great! It’s slow going for now I can’t get very far before it starts to pain me, but I’m too excited to be up and around to care.” You reply, smiling so big your cheeks hurt. You feel Joel glance down at you questioningly while Maria pulls you gently towards an open table. There’s a few men sitting there and you smile politely at them before sitting down. One of them grins and nudges his friend earning a scowl from Joel. You don’t notice.

Joel and Ellie sit on either side of you and you’re painfully aware of his big thigh brushing yours ever so slightly. It sends a twinge of awareness licking down your spine and you straighten.

Maria gestures to the men. “This is Tommy, my husband. And also incidentally Joel’s brother.”

You head whips to Joel in surprise but he doesn’t meet your eyes. A brother? You quickly compose yourself before turning once again to greet Tommy with a winning smile.

“Hi. Nice to meet you. How’s Joel treating ya? Minding his manners I hope.”

You smirk, flashing Joel a knowing look.

“Oh don’t worry. He’s been a perfect gentleman.” Your hand brushes his thigh as you say it and you see his scruffy jaw tick. You loved riling him up. It was quickly becoming your favorite pastime.

Tommy laughs and returns to his food.

“Im Jimmy.” A voice pipes up. You look at the man beside Tommy and nod politely. He’s handsome in a boyish way. His green eyes sparkle beneath strong brows and his full lips are curled to reveal perfect white teeth. He’s clean shaven, sporting a fitted black tshirt, and you can’t help but admire his body. This is who you should be pursuing, you think to yourself. Unfortunately….

You jump imperceptibly as a large hand grips your thigh. It’s warm and rough on your bare skin and you bite your lip at the contact.

Unfortunately you’re quickly falling for the grumpy old man sitting next to you and just his hand on your leg is enough to trigger an ache in your core that only grows as his thumb traces small circles on your inner thigh. You clench your teeth together.

“Nice to meet you, Jimmy.” You say in your sweetest most saccharine voice and Joel’s hand tightens its grip as you tell him your name. This feels dangerous, teasing Joel this way. But damn it feels so good to have his attention. You need more.

You shrug off Joel’s jacket, revealing the white straps of your nightgown. Jimmys eyes slide down, down, before they meet yours again. You smile, feigning nonchalance. Joel’s grip is bruising. He leans down to whisper harshly in your ear.

“Put the fucking jacket back on.”

You look up at him innocently, eyes wide.

“But I’m hot, Joel.” You breathe unaware of anyone else around you in that moment. Arrested by his dangerous gaze, those chocolate eyes that can hold such warmth and tenderness one minute and be stony cold the next. He grunts quietly and removes his hand from your leg. You stifle a whimper at the loss of contact. He stands.

“Im gonna get somethin to eat. You hungry?”

You nod slowly, perplexed by his behavior.

“Sure. You know what I like.”

Joels intense eyes flash to Jimmy when you say that, his gaze almost cocky at your admission before he nods and turns to get your breakfast.

“And coffee please!” You call after his broad back before turning back to face your companions. Ellie seems to be completely unaware of the tension between you and Joel, as she happily tears into her breakfast like it’s the first meal she’s had in weeks. Jimmy is still looking at you.

Painfully aware of his appraisal you turn to her.

“Hey. Do you think we could stop by the stables before we go back?” You ask, eager to meet the horse she talks so much about.

She nods, mouth full. “Yeah! That would be fun! I’ve gotta meet my friends in about an hour but we should have time.”

You smile politely at her in response as Joel returns to the table with your food. You smile up at him, hoping he can read your expression. He places the plate in front of you gently alongside a steaming cup of black coffee. You clasp your hands around the mug, the warmth seeping into your fingers and making you shiver.

“Thank you.” You murmur as you sip it slowly, heat scalding your tongue but too turned on at Joel taking care of you to give a shit. He nods in your direction before plopping down next to you.

“So” Jimmy begins again, eyes locked on yours “we got a get together this Friday in the main hall. Music, drinks all that fun stuff. You should come.” Your eyes brighten and you nod vigorously.

“I would love that! Joel can we?”

He casts a sidelong glance at you and you already know what he’ll say.

“Don’t wanna push it too far.” He grunts in response.

“Joelllll” you whine. You turn back to Jimmy.

“Well be there. Don’t worry about him. He could use some loosening up anyway.” Jimmy chuckles and Joel scoffs, shaking his head. You nudge Joel playfully and start to eat. A party?? Drinks and dancing? You could hardly contain your excitement. Also it wasn’t lost on you, that you would have a reason to dress up. And maybe, just maybe get Joel’s attention and keep it this time.

Friday came before you knew it. You were walking more every day and even though Joel insists you use the cane, your excitement to be up and around again is all-consuming. Ellie has been spending more time with you, hanging out in your room, listening to music and laughing at your stupid jokes. You felt yourself beginning to like her company, look forward to it in fact. Your first real friend. Well, other than Joel.

You and Ellie were currently rummaging through her friends drawers in search of a dress that would fit you for the party later. Luckily she was about your size and you gasped when you came upon a sea green strapless dress that stopped mid thigh. The neckline was low enough to be tantalizing but not slutty and it hugged your curves in all the right ways when you tried it on.

“Fuck you’re wearing that dress!” Ellie says, demanding you spin around so she can see it at all angles. You giggle and oblige, feeling so girlish and carefree. You couldn’t believe this was your reality. You had friends and safety. You didn’t have to rummage through trash and dead people’s clothes for food and supplies. Jackson was starting to feel like home. And Joel. Well. If you were honest with yourself, he was beginning to be home to you. He didn’t feel the same way clearly. He hadn’t so much as touched you since that early morning when he had made you cum, when he had kissed you and held you so tenderly it made your heart flip to think of it. All he did was stare at you in dark unreadable way, and you knew his walls were back up. Well. You weren’t going to let that stop you from enjoying the first party you’d ever been to. Maybe you’d get laid. A smile touched your lips when you admired yourself in the mirror. See if Joel likes that.

You’re in your room, putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you hear a knock at the door.

“Come in” you say, applying your borrowed bright red lipstick painstakingly. Ellie waltzes in in her trademark flannel and jeans. You laugh.

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

“Oh fuck off. “ she says collapsing onto your bed with a huff.

“You know I don’t like all that shit.”

You giggle and take one last look in the mirror. Your hair is down and you’d taken the time to tease your brown curls to give it more volume. You had kept it simple, applying some mascara, blush, then lipstick. You felt…. Pretty. Beautiful. Like a woman.

Ellie groans.

“Come on stop preening, Joel’s waiting downstairs. We’re gonna be late.”

You flick your hand at her and stand, smoothing down your dress. You were starting to second guess your choice as you glanced at your reflection. Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed so…flashy. The dress was tight. Tighter than you was used to and your breasts were all but spilling out of the top. You huffed. Well too late to turn back now.

“Finally!” Ellie says dramatically and you shove her laughing. “Oh shut up.”

Your heart flips in your chest when you see Joel’s broad back at the bottom of the stairs. He’s looking out the window, giving you a chance to admire his form. He’s wearing a white button up shirt and clean blue jeans over black shiny boots. You bite your full lip and clench your legs together. Keep it together girl

At the sound of your footsteps, Joel turns and his jaw falls open. His eyes scan your body with as much intimacy as if you were naked. Realizing he is gawking he quickly snaps it shut and his eyes burn into your skin as you slowly ascend the stairs. His stare is intense, so intense you wonder if he’s going to take you upstairs right now. You decide to play coy.

“Im ready.” You say innocently, chewing on your bottom lip.

“You can’t go out in that.” He says firmly, hands fisting at his sides.

“She can go out in whatever she wants, Joel, shit. You’re not her father.” Ellie exclaims before brushing past both of you out the door.

You lift your chin and meet his stare, trying not to look as intimidated as you felt.

“Well?” You breath, watching as he clenches and unclenches his jaw, as his breathing quickens to the point where it sounds labored.

“Fuck. All right. But you’re not leaving my side.”

You roll your eyes and grab the cane standing by the door.

“Whatever you say, daddy”

He grips your bicep hard, and pulls you back into him your chest flush to his.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why” you ask innocently, peering at him beneath your lashes.

He glares down at you for a moment, eyes dropping to your lips then to your face before releasing you.

“Fucking trouble.” He mumbles and you smile sweetly as he opens the door for you.

“You love it.” You say as you brush past him into the street.

People are milling around outside of the barn the party is being held in and excitement clamps your chest. You grab Joel’s strong bicep without thinking, wrapping your fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

“Joel look! Look at the fairy lights! And the music!!”

You giggled and skipped to the door, heart racing.

“Take it easy.” He warns, but there’s an affectionate smile playing on his lips as he watches you practically vibrate with awe and excitement. His eyes drop to your ass as you pull the door open and he feels a stirring low in his groin. He grimaces and adjusts his cock as he feels it starting to grow, tucking it in the waistband of his boxers. This is going to be a long night, he thinks to himself.

You immediately sidle up to the bar and smile at the man behind it. He has tattoos covering every inch of his skin and a wide grin revealing crooked teeth playing on his lips.

“What can I getcha?” He drawls, pulling out a glass and setting it on the bar top.

“Water” Joel says from behind you before leaning against the bar, turning to face you. You laugh.

“Fuck no. I’ll have a whiskey.” The bartender raises his brows before nodding and obliging your request.

“I thought we agreed you’d take it easy.” Joel hisses into your ear through gritted teeth.

“I will.” You said turning to face him and putting a hand on his broad chest. It was warm and solid as a rock and you could feel his heart racing beneath your palm.

“Promise.”

He shakes his head and orders the same as you before turning to lean against the bar casually. You seize the moment to admire him fully. his shirt is unbuttoned at the top revealing a tuft of chest hair and he’s pulled his sleeves to his elbows revealing strong, tanned forearms. You were imagining tracing the veins with your tongue when you heard someone call your name.

You turned to wave at Ellie, sitting at a nearby table with a group of girls. You took your whiskey and shot Joel a glance “I’m gonna say hi. Be right back.” He grunts in reply and you make your way to Ellie’s table feeling his searing gaze on your back the whole way. You take a seat and tip the glass taking the whiskey in one shot. Ellie whistles.

“Ok so it’s gonna be that kind of night.” She says laughing. You laugh with her reveling in the warmth of the alcohol quickly spreading in your stomach.

“Why isn’t anyone dancing?” You ask turning to find only a few stragglers on the dance floor. She shrugs and motions around. “These people ain’t the partying type if you know what I mean.”

You grab her hand and pull her up.

“Well let’s show them how to party, then shall we?” She laughs, a blush gathering on her cheeks as you tug her to the dance floor. “Genie in a bottle” is playing. One of your favorites. You felt the music thrum through you, igniting a fire in your veins and you began to swing your hips, lifting your arms. Ellie is stiff. “I dont..” she begins hesitantly “I don’t know how to dance.”

“Neither do I.” You respond lifting her hand above her head and giving her a twirl. “That’s not the point. The point is to have fun!” She laughs when you twirl her again and you dance together, quickly joined by the rest of her friends. You dance in the carefree way only girls can- laughing, giggling, swaying your hips and belting out the lyrics with abandon. It’s more fun then you could ever remember having in your life. You’re lifting your arms above your head and running your hands down your body when you spot Joel at the bar. He looks frozen, his whiskey halfway to his lips, his mouth parted. His knuckles are white as his free hand grips the bar top. His eyes are black, and you know that look. You’ve seen it before.

Knowing his eyes are on you causes your heart to stutter in your chest, and you move deliberately now, tracing your body with explorative hands, tilting your head back and swaying with the music. That is until you feel a strong hand grip your shoulder. You turn to find Jimmy standing behind you with a stupid grin on his face.

“Hi!” He shouts over the music.

“Hey there!” You yell back laughing when one of Ellie’s friends bumps into you.

“You sure know how to party, don’t you?” He asks running his appreciative gaze down your body. You fidget a little beneath his appraisal all too aware of who is watching this whole scene. He takes your wrist and gently tugs you to him. You can’t help but sigh as you fall into his broad chest. It feels so good to be held. Even if it wasn’t by who you would choose.

“Dance with me?” He asks against the shell of your ear.

“Ok.” You breathe, as he twirls you around and around.

Then you jump when you feel a calloused hand on your bare shoulder and turn to find a stony faced Joel a breath away from you.

“Thought you said you was gonna take it easy.” He hisses eyes flicking between you and Jimmy.

“Oh relax Joel.” You say forgetting about Jimmy completely and tugging at his wrists.

“Have a little fun for once.”

“I don’t dance.” He says through gritted teeth when his chest brushes yours.

“But you will.” You whisper in his ear, hands tangling into the curls at the back of his neck.

“You’d do anything for me.”

He groans so quietly you almost don’t catch it. “You’re drunk.” He says but he doesn’t move to pull away. You giggle and sway, forcing him closer as you take his hand and twirl yourself under it.

“Just a little.”

He chuckles then, against his better judgement and lets you pull him against your chest. His hands wander, tracing your arms then your hips, and he breathes raggedly against the shell of your ear.

“I want you.”

He whispers it so quietly that you are sure you imagined it.

“I want you so bad, baby.”

You stifle a groan at his confession and pull back to meet his gaze.

“Im right here.” You reply, only loud enough for him to hear.

“Want you for myself.” He grunts tugging you back into him by the wrist.

“Don’t want another man’s hands on ya.”

You stare into his eyes, marveling at his confession. Is he drunk too?

“Only want your hands on me, Joel.” You breathe into his ear before taking his wrist and tugging him towards the bar. He’s transfixed by you, utterly starved and he can’t tear his eyes from your face. This is dangerous, dangerous ground, he thinks to himself. But the way you look in that dress, the way your hips sway and you dance with complete and utter abandon, the way you pull Ellie out of her shell… the absolute fucking ray of sunshine you’ve become in his life… It’s all too much. He’s falling hard and at this point he’s not sure he can stop it. Or that he wants to.

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Joel’s Girl-part 4

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Chapter 4- Dangerous

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the dull throb between your legs just as intense as it had been when you finally fell into a fitful sleep.

You kissed Joel last night.

Every time you thought about touching him your cheeks burned and you had to muffle a giggle in the back of your hand. It couldn’t have been more perfect if you had planned it. Except for when he left.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. Too young. Fuck too young. And who cares about that stuff now? At the end of the world? You sit up and scoot to the side of the bed. Tentatively you dip your toe to the cold floor, then your foot. You test it with a little under half your weight and smile when it doesn’t hurt as badly. Then you slowly stand up.

“Yes!” You yell, so excited you could barely contain it. You could stand again! Now to see if you could walk. You try to follow Dr Prentiss’ orders and take it slowly, one foot in front of the other until suddenly you were standing in front of the door. You nearly screamed in delight.

Gingerly, you pushed it open and peered into the hallway. It was still early and no one seemed to be stirring. You shuffled forward deliberately, aware of every step. It was starting to hurt again and you knew you were in danger of pushing it too far. You stopped in front of a door to your right that was slightly ajar and put your ear to it. When you didn’t hear movement you slowly pushed it open and peered in.

Fuck. It was Joel’s room. He was stretched out on his stomach shirtless, sporting black boxers. His tanned skin gleamed in the early morning light, his defined shoulders stealing your breath. You slowly raked your gaze over his body and froze when he suddenly stirred as if your appraisal woke him. You squeaked and backed slowly toward the door, hands grasping the door knob when he suddenly turned and looked straight at you. Your eyes widened and darted around the room, a nervous smile playing at your mouth.

“Y/n?”

His voice was gravelly, thick with sleep and Incredibly sexy. You bit your lip, fisting the bottom of your nightgown. He sat up slowly, legs spread and his head tilting back to lean on the headboard.

“The fuck you doing walking with no help?” He yawned and held out a hand, beckoning you over. You smirked and shuffled closer.

“Look at you walking so good. Good job, honey”

Your heart glowed at his praise but you couldn’t help feeling shocked. He wasn’t angry? Maybe Joel was a morning person.

He grasped your hand when you reached his side and he pulled you into bed eliciting a surprised squeal from you. Joel wrapped his arms around you and tugged you to his chest.

“Naughty girl. You know you’re supposed to wait for me or Ellie.”

You sigh contentedly against his chest pleasantly surprised by his sweetness.

“But I’m walking. Finally. Oh Joel I’m so happy.”

He hums and kisses your head.

“That’s my girl. Come on let’s get you back to bed.”

You moan and snuggle deeper into him, wedging one of your legs between his and wrapping your arms around his slim waist. He chuckles at you, the sound a deep rumble you could feel through his chest.

“Come on none of that, baby.”

“Mmm wanna stay here.” You mumble placing a kiss on his shoulder. His breath hitches.

“We talked about that.”

“Talked about what?” You whisper innocently, peppering kisses along the skin of his broad shoulder, his neck, his chest.

“Fuck. I knew you were trouble.” He grumbles, one strong hand finding the soft skin of your ass and kneading it.

“You love it.” You sigh, mounting his hips so you’re straddling him. He groans and his head falls back onto the pillow.

“Baby… please” he grunts, clutching the blankets at his sides, trying to hold himself back, trying to be a good man.

“Please what?” You purr, the absolute desperation for you he’s exuding more intoxicating than any drug. You grab his hands and place them on your hips.

“Look at me, Joel.”

He moans quietly. You watch his Adam’s Apple bob once before obeys. His gaze is so piercing you falter for a minute. That look felt more intimate than what you had done the night before. It was hungry. No. Starved.

You leaned back and pulled your nightgown over your head in one swift movement. Joel gripped your hips so tight that you were sure it would bruise in the morning. He just stared at you, transfixed, his eyes devouring every inch of your skin. His breath hitches when his eyes land on your breasts. He swallows slowly. His eyes are black as they feast on you and you have never felt more powerful in your entire life. Then you lean forward and take his hand. His grip immediately loosens, his fingers limp as you open your mouth and wrap your lips around his pointer and middle finger. He gasps, growing impossibly harder beneath you. His eyes darken further. His plump lips are parted, watching you as you roll your tongue over his fingers and suck. The air in the room is so thick with tension its like an aphrodisiac and you feel drunk. Truly drunk. Drunk on Joel and how he makes you feel.

His breaths were getting more labored as he continued to stare at you. Finally his eyes hardened as if he had come to a decision.

“Fuck it.” He said before yanking you to his chest and flipping you both around. You lay on your back beneath him, completely exposed every inch of your skin singing with electricity. He kissed your lips your neck your shoulders then began to move lower. He paused when he reached your breasts.

“So pretty.” He mumbled against your chest before wrapping his lips around your nipple. You cried out and he covered your mouth with his hand.

“Shh none of that don’t want to wake Ellie.”

You nodded, whimpering when he returned his attention to your heaving breasts. His big calloused hand came up to cup one and he squeezed. You arched into his hands, glad for his palm to muffle your moans.

“Been wanting to do this ever since I saw you in that tub.” He murmured peppering kisses along your collarbone before sucking on the soft spot in your neck. You gasped and brought your hands to his hair pulling on the strands eliciting a deep groan from Joel. Your were almost crying now, so desperate with need that you couldn’t bear it. Then he slid his hand between your legs.

The juxtaposition of his calloused rough hand against your soft skin had you arching off the bed. He circled your clit with his finger, teasing you, reveling in you coming undone. You were going to come quickly. It had been building since last night when he kissed you.

“Please Joel.” You whimpered “don’t tease me.”

He chuckled darkly and slide a finger inside you.

“So wet. All for me?”

His voice was so rough with desire it nearly sent you over the edge.

“Mm-hmmm.” You moaned threading your fingers through his grey streaked hair.

“Such a good girl. Come for me.”

You gasped and cried out as his fingers found your clit again. You unashamedly ground your hips into his hand, chasing the climax you had been robbed of the night before.

“That’s right good girl” he whispered in your ear “you’re so pretty like this, under me.”

His words were enough to push you over the edge and your vision blacked out when you came. You cried out into his hand and fell back against the pillows, pleasure curling in your chest. You looked down at Joel, lazily, his gaze still sharp and full of desire, fingers still stroking you languidly. You blushed again. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh before climbing up your body and resting on his elbows above you. You kissed him lazily, sloppily and giggled when he nipped at your chin.

“What about you?” You breathed, fully satiated and at peace for the first time in years. You traced a finger down the strong curve of his cheek, following the freckles along his nose before stopping at his lips. He kissed your finger, watching you.

“Don’t you worry about me darlin. Come one let’s get you back to bed.”

You moaned, too tired to argue and let him gather you up in his arms and carry you back to your room. He pulled back the covers with one hand and gently laid you down before tucking the blankets in around you. Your heart squeezed at his tenderness. Straightening up, he looked down at you with an unreadable expression before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your brow. You smiled and burrowed into the covers a soft slight slipping from your lips. He watched you for a moment before turning to walk out the door. You heard him whisper so quietly you almost didn’t hear it-

“Good night, sweet girl.”

Then he closed the door and was gone. You immediately fell asleep and dreamed only of Joel.

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Joel’s Girl- Part 3

Things heat up between you and Joel. ;)

Chapter 3- Teasing

Things have been weird since the bath incident two days ago. Joel has been more reserved, more quick to leave when he brings food. The doctor is coming today to check on your injury and you’re assuming Joel will be there as well and the thought makes you nervous. Your attraction to him has only grown to the point where even being in his vicinity is enough to flood your panties.

Your hands itch to touch him. To tease him and have him under your control. To see what he sounds like when he moans as he comes unraveled, to see his face when he drops all pretense. You want him to see you how a man sees a woman. You want him beneath you, on top of you all day every day and it’s becoming too much to bear. You’re silently counting down the days until you’re healed enough to leave so you can escape this constant agony. You have no choice but to grin and bear it for now.

It was late morning when the doctor visited. Joel was trailing after her and you jolted when you saw him. You had been sketching and the movement caused all your pages to scatter to the floor.

“Ughhhh” you moaned “I’m so sorry.” The doctor made a shooing motion and Joel quickly began to gather them one by one. Joel miller on his knees, gathering your sketches so delicately warmed something inside you and you suppressed the urge to smile. He knelt and handed them to you. Your lips turned up and you brushed his fingers when you took them, the action causing Joel to stiffen.

“Thank you, Joel” you said in your sweetest voice. He grunted and returned to stand near the doctor.

“Hello, my name is Ginny Prentiss. I’m the local doctor here- the only local doctor- so that’s why it’s taken me so long to visit. So sorry about that-Lets take a look at that leg, shall we?”

She motioned to your legs and you nodded before she turned up the blankets to your thighs. You shivered at the air on your bare legs and chanced a glance at Joel. His gaze was fixed on your bare skin. You shivered again but not from the cold.

Ginny reached out and gingerly began to unwrap the gauze around your lower leg. You hissed.

“It’s all right, honey we’re almost done.” Ginny cooed before baring your wound completely. You glanced down at it, surprised by how fast it was healing.

“Very nice. It seems to be healing up nicely. Now would be a good time to start testing your weight on it. Don’t push yourself too hard now. A little bit each day. One step, then two- that kind of thing.”

You nodded again. “That’s good timing. I’m starting to go a little stir crazy.”

Ginny chuckled and shook her head before lowering the blanket again. “I can imagine. We’ll make an appointment for say- next Wednesday and monitor your progress. Do you have any questions for me?”

You shook your head and smiled. “No, thank you. And I really appreciate you taking the time to come by.”

Ginny smiled. “Not at all. I’m just glad you’re okay. Welcome to Jackson! And I’ll see you next week.”

She turned to Joel and nodded once before they both left. You sunk into the blankets, breathing through your nose. Finally. Independence. Just a few more days and you’re out of here. You could go to the bathroom and bathe and cook by yourself and you wouldn’t feel like such a burden. You should be overjoyed. And yet….

You loved living with Joel. You loved watching him sit beside you and chatting his ear off about your day. You loved his face and his voice and his cooking. You didn’t want that to stop.

Joel poked his head in, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hey kiddo. Can I come in?”

You nod and he enters fully. He’s in a white t shirt and jeans today, a holster and gun slung low on his hips. He looks so…. Delicious. Divine. You clench your fist as your thoughts started to derail.

“Hi, Joel.”

“Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

You crossed your arms and tilted your head.

“I feel ready to get off my ass and take care of you for once.”

“Now enough of that.” He says with a grin as he plops down in the chair by your bed.

“No really. You’d be surprised how much I can help.”

Your cheeks immediately redden when you realize what you just implied. A slow, lazy grin spreads across his handsome face as he notices your blush.

“Well I just mean, I uh I cook and i clean and hunt and Im actually really good at lots of things like that…”

He hums, amused. He seems content just watching you with those piercing chocolate eyes. You notice his face is void of its usual scowl. His lips are curved upward ever so slightly, and his head tilts to the side. His arms are crossed across his chest, those damned legs in their usual man spread. You flick your gaze over him and back to his face.

“Whatever. Anyway I’ll be happy to not be a burden is what I mean.”

“You ain’t a burden, darlin. A pain in the ass? Yes. But not a burden.”

You roll our eyes and shove him playfully.

“Oh I forgot.” He says as he reaches into his shirt pocket. Much to your surprise and delight, he pulls out a simple gold chain with a heart shaped locket delicately resting in his palm. You shriek, eyes widening and lean closer to see.

“Joel!”

“All right enough of that. It was no big deal I just saw it while we were out patrollin and figured you’d like it cause it was, you know… girly or whatever.”

You gingerly took it from him and held it up to your face. It was beautiful. Simple and so you. You looked at Joel then with such admiration that he blushed, his eyes darting down to the floor. Then, overcome with an emotion you couldn’t explain, you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, lingering near his face. You heard his sharp intake of breath and you cheered inwardly. He wanted you too. You could sense it in the way he tensed up. Like he was holding himself back. He inhaled deeply, as if he was smelling you.

“Thank you so much Joel. No one’s ever done something like that for me.” You breathe before settling back into your bed and continuing to gaze at the necklace in your palm, unexpected tears pricking your eyes.

He huffs, waving a hand, his cheeks red to the hairline. You giggled, suddenly overcome with the desire for him to touch you.

“Can you help me put it on?”

He nods and stands- gingerly taking the necklace from your fingers. You lift your hair at the nape so he can see the clasp better. He draws the necklace delicately around your neck, brushing your skin with his fingers. He clasps it but doesnt move his hands. Just stands there, fingers ghosting your skin. You shiver when his fingers trail across your shoulder, back and forth. He does this for just a moment- time seemingly frozen around you before abruptly stopping and stepping beside you again. He clears his throat.

“Im glad you like it.” He says before turning and leaving the room.

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Later

Everything is dark. Someone is here. You can hear the crawling in the dark. Tapping. Tap tap tap

You’re frozen in place seized with terror. You can’t move.

There’s a clicker in your room. Crouching in the corner and making its way towards you. You open your mouth in a silent scream as he launches himself onto the bed.

You wake abruptly to someone’s voice. Someone touching you. It takes you a moment to register that it’s Joel. You had a nightmare.

You look around, terror still lingering in your chest. You find Joel sitting on the bed next to you stroking your hair. Without thinking, you close the gap and hug him tightly, not caring about the consequences, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He smells clean- like the woods after a heavy rain. You breathe in deep, nestling your nose in further.

He jumps surprised, as his whole body goes stiff as if he’s unaware how to react. But eventually, after what feels like an eternity, one of his big hands cups the back of your head while the other one rubs your back in soft circles.

“All right honey, it’s all right. S just a dream. You’re all right”

he coos so sweetly you cant believe its really your Joel. Were you still dreaming?

You pull back and look at him. Really look at him. His eyes search yours. Theyre brown usually but now they’re black as he watches you, his pupils dilated fully. You bring a hand up to his face, cupping his chin and running your finger along his full lower lip. You love his lips. Always pouting, practically begging to be kissed. The air was so full of static you were scared to move. To scare Joel away. Slowly- so slowly- you slide further into his lap. His legs spread automatically- welcoming you. Then, you lean forward and you kiss him.

You kiss Joel miller.

His lips are soft and tender. Decadent. He freezes again. But only for a second before his hands close around your waist tightly. He squeezes and kisses you back, gently. Romantically. Slowly. Like he has all the time in the world. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring you. Tasting you. He moans then and you think it might be the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. You can feel him hardening beneath you and you can’t help but use this angle to grind on him slowly and deliberately. His breath catches and he growls deep in his throat. His grip is tight-bruising- and his tongue dives deeper, his hands running up and down your waist and hips as you let out a small moan. The sound is dark and sensual. That came from you?

“That’s it baby. Let me hear you.”

You whimper at his words, kissing him harder, hands spearing through his thick hair. He moans again when you pull the strands and slides his hand under your shirt to cup your breasts.

“Fuck. S-so soft fuck.”

He groans touching you everywhere, kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Sucking and leaving marks. Kneading your ass with his big hands.

“Wait.” He said as you kiss his neck, his chest, his lips.

“Wait!” He utters harshly gripping your wrists.

You stare at him, your lips plump and bruised, your pupils blown wide with lust, your hair now pulled free from its band and flowing around your shoulders.

“What?”

“We… we can’t do this.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“It ain’t right”

You kiss his cheek. His eyebrow. His neck.

“Why?” You ask against his throat.

He moans, his control slipping again.

“You’re t-too -damn it stop that- F-Fuck. You’re too y-young.”

He protests while you attack him with soft kisses and touches.

“Mmm not too young” you say as you pull him down on top of you. He cages you with his arms, kissing you back despite his words.

“Yes.” He says against your lips.

“Too fucking young.”

He growls again, a masculine gravelly sound and stands abruptly, adjusts himself, runs his hands through his hair. He looks so beautiful it breaks your heart to watch him.

“Joel. Please.” You beg, not caring how desperate you sound.

“Go to sleep baby.” He says quietly before turning and walking to the door.

He turns around one more time to rake his eyes down your body, and you perk up thinking he’s changing his mind. But your stomach sinks when he only tightens his hand on the doorknob hesitating, as if he’s at war with himself. Then after a beat he straights up and leaves, closing the door softly behind him. You stare at it.

What the fuck.

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AHHHHHHH THEY KISSED!!! What do you guys think of this chapter??? I had so much fun writing it. Love you all!!!