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XXVII

I think I choked, because I was coughing, and Negan was laughing at me, and I'm pretty sure I looked like a tomato. 

"I thought you were done with that!" I cried, looking over at him as he drove steadily to the Outpost. 

"Yeah well... you're beautiful, and I like you, and your son. So I decided to not give up quite yet." He said, a sly grin on his face as he glanced away from the road to look at me, and I knew my face was firetruck red now. 

"Well... I'm sorry, but I don't marry men who sleep with other women. At least, now I don't." I said, a sad smile overcoming my face, and he let a frown slip onto his. 

"Look... yeah, I have a shit ton of wives. And I like it that way. If you were to be mine, you'd be mine, and that's that. And I'd be yours, most of the time. I would still enjoy my time with my others wives, which is my right as their husband. But that doesn't mean I'd care for you any less." Negan said, straight-faced and all, and I couldn't help but feel my stomach turn at the thought of that. 

"I'm sorry... but I can't be your wife. You know my past, the last man I married, enjoyed another woman while I was fighting for my life. I won't be someone's second choice. And with you, I'd be what... your ninth choice? You can do as you please with your wives, it's your life and I don't judge you for it, but I won't sign up for a life pleasing a man who only thinks of me as one of a number." I explained softly, and he nodded, glancing over at me with a frown on his face, which after a few minutes, he eventually forced into a smile. 

"Right, well... you ever decide you just want to relax... have some fun... my door's always open." He said, winking in my direction, but I could tell it lacked his usually luster, so I reached over, and gently placed my hand on his thigh, and he instantly jerked his hand down to grab mine, and for a second I thought he would shove my hand away, like Daryl did a long time ago, but he didn't, he simply entwined his fingers with mine, and let them rest there on his leg while he drove the seemingly never-ending drive to the Outpost. 

It had been over an hour of silence when he suddenly slammed on the breaks, and pulled us off to the side of the road. He took a glance back in the rearview mirror, and I looked in the side mirror to see what was going on, but there was nothing back there. I looked back over at him, bewildered as he slammed the car into park and turned to look at me. 

"I'm sorry, I just can't stop thinking about it. I have to do this, at least once." Before I could say anything, ask him what he meant, ask why he stopped, ask what was wrong, he grabbed my face in his hands, and slammed his lips down onto mine. 

It was hot. Damn was it hot. I haven't been kissed since... I can't even remember. I know it had to be sometime at the prison, before Dale was born, but I don't remember the last time Daryl kissed me. And this... this was not like any of the kisses I shared with him. Those all were slow, sexy, longing, this was... this was lust. Red hot lust, burning my lips as they were devoured by his. His large hands were in my hair now, pulling the short strands as he maneuvered my face into a position he was happy with, and I didn't resist. 

I let my right hand rest on his chest, where it instinctually fell when he grabbed me, and moved my left up to the scruff on his cheek, stroking the coarse hair softly with my fingers as he moved against me. He was leaning me back, pushing me until I was leaning against the window, and one of his hands moved from my hair to splay out across it, pushing against the window and protecting my head from the hard surface as he moved on top of me. Luckily for him, the front was a bench seat so he was able to easily move into my area, or maybe lucky for me, I don't know. 

I know it's wrong, I know that i have a son, and a husband, and that Negan has a shit ton of wives waiting at home, but Dale loves Negan, Daryl cheated on me and may not be alive, and Negan's wives don't give a damn about him, they just want his protection. So I fell into it, I opened my mouth and let his tongue invade. I let go of my fears, and my worries about what's right or wrong, and I fell into the arms of the sexy ass man above me, his wandering hands, and the fire that he was turning me into, one hard, hot touch of his lips, at a time. 

A/N: AHHHHH. I can't. 

Also, this is Riley's new do, she got it cut sometime between getting promoted and the chapter where she told Negan what's up with her and Daryl, and I just keep forgetting to put a picture in there, so here it is: