Saving Dallas Forever (4 page)

“Fuck.” I heard Luke grumble, as he unzipped my boot and removed it from my foot, throwing it over his shoulder and pulling my right leg free of my jeans. I unbuckled his belt, unconsciously running my tongue over my bottom lip at the feel of the thick leather in my hand. “That belt is gonna be on your ass very soon. You have been wanting it for
too fucking long.” I gasped, as he moved my hands and pulled the belt from its loops in one swift motion. Fuck, that was hot. Luke’s jeans were opened and pushed down just enough to release that long, thick cock I loved so much. I whimpered with need at the sight of it. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m fixing to give you all you can handle and then some.” Luke grabbed my hips and lifted me, my legs going instinctively around his waist. My jeans and underwear hung from my left ankle as he pressed me against the wall and rubbed the head of his cock against my hot, wet flesh.

“Oh, fuck, Luke,” I breathed; I looked down and watched
, as he circled my clit with the head.

“Tell me you want my cock, baby,” he whispered, his breathing was calm, but there was no mistaking the need in his eyes.

“I want your cock, Luke. I want you to fuck me.” I gasped, feeling the build of an orgasm, as he continued to circle my clit.

“Louder.” I looked up at him, not sure what he expected of me. Did he want me to shout it? Beg for it? He pulled away from me slightly, leaving my clit throbbing, anticipating his return.

“Say it louder, Dallas,” he said, pushing back against me. I would have shouted it through a megaphone if it meant he would not stop rubbing against me.

“I want you. Fuck me,
ple-,” I screamed, my words replaced with a shocked moan of satisfaction as he sunk deep inside me. The feeling was so intense, and felt so good that my body completely relaxed, sagging against the side of the building causing Luke’s grip to tighten on me. “Harder,” I breathed, my eyes shut tight, as I blocked out everything but the feeling of him stretching me.

“I can’t hear you, babe,” he said, circling his hips
, but not pushing deeper. Oh, fuck it. If he wanted me to scream and give the guys in the clubhouse a show, I would. The need for more of him, and the reassurance that they could only hear me, gave me the strength and confidence I needed.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!” I screamed, opening my eyes to see Luke’s bottom lip disappear between his teeth. I don’t know if it was a feral reaction
, or to hide his smile, but he rewarded me with long, skilled, hard thrusts that had my vision blurring.

“Yes! Yes!” I panted, my voice carrying over the yard and echoing off the trees. I could still feel the steady thump of the bass, but my screams rang out over it. Luke drove deep, pulling my body on top of him, fucking me hard
, just like I wanted. The heel of my boot dug into Luke’s ass as I tried to push him further into me. With every thrust, he buried himself completely in me. His fast thrusts caused my orgasm to surface, giving my body no time to come down off the high I had when he was inside me. I came hard, screaming his name loudly. His pace quickened as he pulled me down harder, making the sound of our bodies colliding mirror the echo of my voice, which could be heard for miles. I felt myself building, even before he had milked everything out of me. His rough, calloused hands grabbed my bare ass, spread my cheeks open, and allowed the cold air to blast me, and the sensation caused me to explode around him once again. My hands squeezed his arms, my nails digging into his flesh through his thin white t-shirt. I was breathless, limp and sated, when I felt him still inside of me. His cock jerked as I felt his cum fill me, my shivering body finding comfort in his warmth. He withdrew, leaving me empty, and tucked himself back into his jeans, keeping my body pinned against the wall.

“I can’t move,” I whimpered. My body shook
, as it took notice of the cold.

“Yes, you can, babe. Just put your clothes on
, and then I’ll carry you,” Luke said through a chuckle. How did guys do that anyway? Does it not take everything out of them like it does women? He did all the work, yet he looked like he could run a marathon. Men must come with a built-in box of stamina that is used in times like this to completely refuel them. I unwrapped my legs from around Luke, allowing him to stand me up. I struggled with my jeans, as he went in search of my boot, which he had thrown in the heat of the moment. I pulled the other boot off, deciding that walking inside with only socks on was better than struggling with just one. After I had adjusted my clothes, and I looked somewhat presentable, Luke grabbed my hand and led me down the path to the house. As we rounded the corner, we came face-to-face with the PROSPECT cleaning the bikes. The look on his face let me know that he had heard, and quite possibly seen, everything that had just taken place.

Chapter 4

Dallas

“PROSPECT,” Luke said, with a nod of his head as we passed.

“LLC,” The PROSPECT answered, fighting a smile and avoiding my eyes. Part of me wanted to snatch that Red Bull from his hand and throw it at him. The other part was slightly thrilled at the thought of what he might have witnessed.

“Do you think he saw us?” I asked Luke, once we were locked away in his room.

“Nah, babe. He didn’t watch,” Luke said smirking.

“How are you so sure?”

“If he
had, he wouldn’t have been able to look me in the eye.”

“Would you have been mad if he
had?” I pressed, frozen to the spot, across the room from him. I watched as Luke removed his shirt, and revealed the bandages wrapped around his ribcage. He turned to me and raised an eyebrow, his smile curious.

“Would you?” I thought about this
, as my head dropped to stare at my feet.

“I don’t think so,” I said weakly, my head still bowed in hopes of hiding the redness in my cheeks. I watched Luke’s boots come into view as he stood before me. He lifted my chin with his fingers to meet his eyes
, which sparkled with humor.

“Me either,” He mouthed
, before placing a kiss on the tip of my nose, and walking into the bathroom. I looked around the room and noticed that not one thing had changed since I left. My clothes still lay draped over the chaise lounge, and bulging out of open suitcases on the floor. I had practically moved in with him, but had not even put a dent in my closet back home. “Babe, you okay?” Luke asked, emerging from the bathroom, completely nude from the waist up. My eyes fell on the bruises that covered his side and I cringed. Surely, that shit had to hurt. I walked to him, snaking my hands gently around his waist and bending to kiss the swirling purple marks.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, babe. It doesn’t hurt.”

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Looks can be deceiving. Besides, I took my medicine.”

“What medicine?” Had Luke gone to the doctor
, or had he swiped some pain killers from someone at the clubhouse?

“Your sweet pussy is my cure for everything.” I smiled into his chest, I’m not sure why his words embarrassed me, but they did. A smug comment would
have worked perfectly here, but instead I continued with the questions.

“Are you going to Lake Charles?” I asked, my grip tightening around him
, unknowingly. I knew Brooklyn had been hinting about something, was that it? Was that what Red was hiding? Just the thought of her words had me wanting to stomp my feet and demand Luke tell me what was going on.

“You are just full of questions tonight,” Luke said, pulling my arms from around his waist
, so he could undress me. “Why do you ask that?” If I had not looked up, I would have never thought anymore about his question or the answer that he gave me, but when my head lifted, the impassive face he wore when he was hiding something was firmly in place.

“I overheard Brooklyn say something about us seeing more of them. What’s going on?” Even though my voice was pleading, I knew he would not tell me.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, beautiful,” he said, trying to appease me with a reassuring smile and an endearment.

“If it’s about you, I need to worry about it. Just tell me the truth.” I had pulled my body away from his. I didn’t need him trying to avoid the conversation with his hands and mouth, which was exactly what he had planned. I watched as his tongue licked his bottom lip slowly, distracting me while he made his move.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I said, snapping myself out of my Luke spell and back to the matter at hand. I threw my hands up in front of me, and took a step back. I watched Luke’s body sag with exasperation as he stared at the tops of my breasts. He had managed to remove my shirt and my bra, which lay on the floor at his feet. I knew I had the advantage, teasing him with the sight of my firm breasts and hardened nipples, but he would just have to endure it. “Tell me.” I demanded, standing my ground, and placing my hands on my hips.

“It’s nothing. Just club business. It doesn’t concern you.” I tried to hide my hurt, but Luke’s tone was just a little too harsh for me to recover quickly. That one cut deep. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it to piss me off
, so I wouldn’t ask questions, or if he was annoyed that I kept pressing the issue.

“No secrets, Luke. That’s what you promised me. You said there would be no secrets between us
, and now you have made me look like a fool.” I watched as his eyes turned almost angry. His brow deepened as he opened his mouth to say something then quickly shut it again. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper, and placed his hands on his hips, mirroring my stance. He squeezed his eyes shut, and lifted his face to the ceiling.

“How did I make you look like a fool, Dallas?” We were back to the formalities
, and that was never a good sign. Babe, darlin’, beautiful… Those were words that Luke used even when he was growing impatient. Dallas was the name he used when he was pissed, or trying to get a very strong point across. My bet was that he was pissed.

“Brooklyn and Red know what is going on. They tried to hide it, but I saw straight through them.
” I wanted to rat Red out, but I kept my mouth shut. “I am the President’s ol’ lady. Doesn’t that mean something?” Luke’s reaction was a huff and an eye roll, better than I was expecting.

“You gonna play the ol’ lady card on me? Really? What’s it been, Dallas? Twelve hours?” I knew Luke was still trying to avoid my question. I knew he was fishing for low blows to piss me off and shut me up. He was struggling with not telling me. I could see that he wanted to
do so, but either he believe the truth would hurt me, or he thought I couldn’t handle it. A small voice in the back of my mind was telling me he didn’t trust me. Luke and I had been through too much to have trust issues, but it still made sense. I tried a different tactic, one that always seemed to have the best end result. I closed the space between us and stood on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. His pleading eyes begged me not to ask, but I had to. I had to know what was going on.

“Please, baby. Just tell me. I can handle it. Whatever you tell me is just between us. I want to know what’s going on. I deserve to know.” I searched his eyes, watching as the pools of ocea
n-blue stared through me. I had covered all my bases. I had told him I could handle it. I had told him he could trust me, and I had let him know that I was deserving of the truth. When he brought his lips to mine and kissed me softly, I thought I had gotten through. I had beaten the truth out of him using my best tactical weapon. He was going to tell me because I was worthy of the information. His hands came to my face, brushing my hair behind my ears, as he kissed my forehead.

“It’s nothing, babe. Nothing at all.” I could feel his body tense as he forced the lie out of his mouth. His head rested on top of mine
, as he held me close to his chest, probably in fear of me running. I closed my eyes and sighed in defeat. I wasn’t sure what hurt more, that he had lied to me, or that he thought I was weak. I pulled out of his grasp and headed to the shower. I stripped my clothes off, not bothering to look at the wounded girl in the mirror. I stepped in, letting the hot spray of water cover my body, watching as it disappeared down the drain, and wishing my problems would wash away with it. A sudden wave of homesickness came over me. I wanted my house, my things, my dog… I wanted my old life. Maybe not for forever, but at least for a little while. I needed to be alone. I needed to process everything that had happened in my life over the past few days. I needed someone who might be able to shine some light on my fucked up situation. Someone not connected with the club. Two hours ago, I had thought I had it all. Now, I felt like I was on the outside looking in. Would I ever belong? Would they ever see me as an equal? Would Maddie ever be able to look at me, confide in me, and treat me the same way she did Red? Would Luke ever see me as the strong woman he could depend on like his other sisters? Or would I just be the woman he loved and kept locked away from harm and discomfort. I sobbed quietly, my salty tears mixing with the fresh water and sliding over my lips, giving me a taste of the pain I felt in my heart. Maddie was right. You can’t be with someone who doesn’t live this life. I thought I was different. I thought I was one of them, but I was just that girl that Luke fell in love with.
That girl
that Luke was paid to watch over.
That girl
that took up everyone’s time.
That girl
that didn’t read the fine print on the love, loyalty, and respect motto. That motto was true, but only applied to certain people. I was loved, because Luke loved me. They were loyal to me, because they were loyal to Luke, and I was a part of him. They respected me because I was the most respected man’s ol’ lady. I stepped out of the shower and came face-to-face with
that girl
in the mirror; the one that was not a member of the Devil’s Renegades family.

Luke was sound asleep when I made my way back to the bedroom. This would be the first good night’s sleep he had
had in a while. He lay on his side facing me, a position that invited me to come lay with him. I couldn’t leave him. I wouldn’t. I was in love with Luke. He was my better, my other, half. Everything he did was to protect me. He couldn’t control how the club treated outsiders any more than I could. This was a family that had been together a long time. Even the newest women had been around for over a year, which was the minimum time their men had to prospect. They were in the same boat as I was. The only difference was that mine was a kayak-that held one, and theirs was a pontoon-that held many. They were accepted because they had done their time, but even they were out of the loop on much of what was going on. Red was the queen in Hattiesburg, and Brooklyn was the queen in Lake Charles. They knew everything, and it was very apparent that they wanted
me
to know that
they
were aware of what was going on. I guess it made them feel powerful. As I crawled in beside Luke, letting him cradle me in his arms, another thought hit me. If I stayed around, which I knew I would, to what lengths would Red go just to prove that she was number one? Red was not the type of woman to back down from a fight, nor was she the type to accept second place. She would never let me be the leading lady in Luke’s life, the truest sister to Maddie, or the best aunt to Logan. I shut my eyes, trying to enjoy the comfort of Luke’s arms, hoping they were enough to push thoughts of Red and the club from my mind. I desperately needed a distraction. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. The job I regretted having to go to now sounded more appealing than ever.

“Pull the fucking trigger, Dallas! Do it now!” Frankie screamed at me from his place on the floor. He was on his knees, begging me to take his life. I didn’t understand why he wanted to die so bad, or why he so desperately wanted me to be the one to do it. “Hurry the fuck up! She’s coming!” Sweat poured from his face and I reached forward, wiping it with my hand. I realized then that it was not sweat rolling down his cheeks, it was tears. I touched his face again, removing the moisture, but before I could wipe my hand on my leg to get rid of it, he was covered again. “There she is! You are too fucking late! You are too late, you stupid bitch!” He was screaming at me so loud that I covered my ears with my hands, the gun falling to the ground with a loud thud. I watched as Frankie’s eyes focused on something behind me, and I turned to see Red standing there with a piece of rope in her hand.

“Scream and I might let you live,” she said, but her eyes were not on Frankie; they were on me. “Scream!”

I awoke with a jolt, my eyes trying to focus on my surroundings. The image of Red’s gaping mouth demanding I scream was still visible in my head. My throat hurt, and it took me a moment to realize that I really was screaming. I clasped my hands over my mouth as the door to Luke’s bedroom was thrown open and a herd of people pushed inside, with Red leading the pack. Her face was twisted in horror as she ran toward me. As soon as she was in reach, my hand lashed out and slapped her across the face, stopping her in her tracks. I only had a second to see the shock in her eyes, before she was not so gently pushed to the side, and Luke was in front of me. 

“I’m here, baby. I’m here,” he chanted, as he pulled me to him.

“What’s wrong with her?” I heard Logan ask from the door. He was my undoing. I cried loudly into Luke’s shoulder. I wailed like a wounded puppy as tears flooded my face, and my body shook. I took deep breaths, each one sucked in loudly and never enough to fill my lungs. The room was quiet now, except for my cries, Luke’s whispers of “shhhh” and the sound his hand made, as he rubbed and patted my back.

Rub up. Pat, pat.

Rub down. Pat, pat.

Rub up. Pat, pat.

Rub down. Pat, pat.

I forced my mind to concentrate on the steady rhythm that flowed in time with his gentle back and forth rocking. I let his motions soothe me as I
allowed all the events of the past few days to leave my body via a wail and a tear. My mind didn’t need a reason for me to have a breakdown. It was long overdue. I didn’t think about anything other than Luke’s continuous pattern across my back, the rocking of our bodies and the whispers coming from his mouth. I cried for a long time. In this moment, I was making up for all the times I had held it in and stayed strong. Every bad experience in my life, every worry in my heart, and every horrible nightmare that had me waking up screaming was being dealt with. Sometimes I guess you just need a good cry. Even when my eyes were dry, my body was still and my breathing was normal, I let Luke hold me. I let him protect me from my fears and my past. My body was tired. My mind was a mess, and I felt myself slipping into a place where I longed to be. A place of peace.