Saving Dallas Forever (5 page)

Luke

Dallas was a fucking wreck. The nightmares, the kidnapping, the lies, the club… they had finally broken her. I wondered how long it would take her to deal with Frankie’s death. She was just trying to be too strong
, and trying too hard to prove to everyone that she could handle everything. My girl didn’t like to show weakness, but this morning, she left nothing on the table. I held her, rocking her fragile body, as I let her fall to pieces in my arms. When she cried herself unconscious, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved. Women. Sometimes I guess they just need a good cry. Now I sat looking down at her, asleep and resting peacefully in my bed. Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips chapped and slightly parted. Yesterday’s make-up still covered her lashes, a result of a shower that had been intended to wash away her worries, not the residue of the day’s filth. She still looked fucking perfect.

It was almost ten. I needed to get up to see Lake Charles off, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. They would understand. I
had been up early this morning. I had only had four hours’ sleep, but it was still more than I was used to here lately. Before I heard Dallas’ screams and came back inside, I had found Chris, the PROSPECT from Lake Charles, putting the finishing touches on the last bike when I had gone to the clubhouse. He had looked surprisingly bright-eyed. I knew this was a result of Red and her generosity. She thought she was smooth, but I wasn’t stupid. He had refused her help, but she is a persistent bitch, and I bet he was thankful for that this morning. Tiny had been on the side of the building taking a piss, and had overheard their conversation. He later informed me that Chris had even tried to explain to her that he deserved it. When she countered, by telling him that he might wreck on his way home tomorrow if he didn’t accept her gift of caffeine, he told her he would rather lose his life on the road than have to ride without his rocker. He was gonna make a great fucking brother.

A soft tap sounded on the door and I stood, holding my cramping side and wincing as I did. Fucking Charlie. I would say he would one day pay for kicking the shit outta me, but I wasn’t gonna give myself any false hope. You can’t fuck with the untouchable Charlie Lott. I pulled the door open
, to find Red standing there with a plate of food and some juice.

“Thanks, babe, but I’m good,” I said, offering her what I could manage
in the way of a smile.

“You sure? I mean, I did set three alarms to get up in time to make this shit for everyone. The least you could do is try it,
rather than refuse it, and make me feel like my entire day has been wasted.” Red always had a way of making you feel like shit. I took the food from her hands, without another word. What was the fucking point? It wasn’t like I could argue with that.

“Thanks, and sorry about earlier. I don’t know why she did that.” Dallas had slapped the shit outta Red. I didn’t see it, but there was no mistaking the sound
, or the huge red welt that still covered Red’s cheek.

“It’s cool. Bad dreams make you do bad shit. I know
that all too well,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Lake Charles is leaving. I’ll tell them you said bye.”

“They’ll get it,” I said in way of explanation.

“They always do.” Red turned and sashayed away, her smart-ass remark not going unnoticed. I closed the door and placed the food on the dresser, taking the juice with me, as I joined Dallas on the bed. Ronnie was having some issues in Lake Charles. Territory issues, which always seemed to be the worst kind. A group of bikers who refused to abide by the rules and do things by the book had moved a chapter in. It had come to blows and word had it that they were bringing in reinforcements, trying to show the Devil’s Renegades that they weren’t scared. The Confederation of Clubs (CoC) was an organization built to unite Motorcycle Clubs (MCs). If you started a club, you went through the CoC. If you had a problem with a club, you brought it to the CoC. If you wanted respect, it started with the CoC. But there are always those motherfuckers who don’t understand what being in an MC is really about. They didn’t earn the respect of other MCs because they didn’t want to live by the rules and follow proper protocol. Most of these guys were doctors, lawyers, and cops. They thought they were untouchable. They thought they could just show up in someone else’s territory and take over. Well, that wasn’t how shit worked. My Pops had sat on the board of the CoC. My club was built on principles formed by the CoC, and we worked our way to the top. It was a hard fucking road for my Pops, and it has been a hard road for me. He got us here and now it’s my job to keep us here. When people see us, they stand in line to shake our hands. When we ride, we are always in front, and when someone fucks with us, we handle our business. Now, business needed to be handled, and I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The last thing I wanted to do was leave Dallas. I knew she needed me now more than ever, plus I had promised I would not leave her behind. She was my ride-or-die bitch, and everybody fucking knew it. But I didn’t want to uproot her, and make her come with me to Lake Charles for an undetermined amount of time either. I had just made her my official ol’ lady. I could only give that patch to one woman, not that I had any intention of letting anyone else have it. Being an ol’ lady was new to her, and after everything she had been through; a territorial war was the last thing she needed to be caught up in. I felt the bed shift beside me, and turned to see Dallas rolling onto her stomach. After she settled herself, I thought she would go back to sleep, but her eyes opened, searching until they found mine. She showed no emotion, just stared at me with those big green doe-eyes I had fallen for long ago.

“You feeling better?” Maybe that wasn’t the best question
to ask her right now. I actually sounded like a dick, which really wasn’t out of my norm here lately. She nodded her head at me and continued to stare. I wondered if maybe she was suffering from temporary amnesia or some shit. “Babe?” I asked, feeling my brows knit together. Perhaps she was in shock.

“I’m fine,” she said, her words coming out rough. I watched as she licked her lips. Fuck, she was sexy. I damned my growing dick to hell
, and kept to the conversation.

“You sure?” I asked
, not convinced. I watched as a spark flickered in her eyes, and she pulled herself to a sitting position. In times like this, I was a greedy bastard. It sucked to have Dallas hurting, but when she curled herself in my arms, it almost made it worth it. This time was different. There was a look about her, as if she knew she was about to receive some bad news, and had already accepted it. Instead of coming to sit in my lap or curl in beside me, she sat across from me. Not to be intimidated by a woman, I mirrored her position, sat cross-legged across from her, and looked her dead in the eyes. Now, would be a good time to tell the truth.

Chapter 5

Dallas

Me and my fucking meltdowns. What was wrong with me? Every time I let it all out, why did I feel like such a fool afterwards? Not saying that it wasn’t much needed, but still. I hated falling apart and for the past few months of my life, that was all I had seemed to do. This shit was getting old. While I had laid next to Luke, pretending to sleep for the past hour, I had had an epiphany. Luke didn’t fall in love with me because I was some weak woman who needed him. He fell in love with me because I was, well, me. I was a strong, independent, self-righteous woman, who didn’t need any man telling her what to do or running her life. I always got what I wanted, and this time was no different. I was not intimidated by Red. She wasn’t going to scare me off, and if that was her plan then she had better rethink it and consider who she was fucking with. I would no longer be that blubbering mess of a fragile human being. No, starting right now, I was going to be the woman that I knew how to be all too well. The Dallas Knox this cruel world had turned me into. Now, here I sat, on Luke’s bed, watching as his acknowledgment of my independent actions surfaced in his brain. He clearly had something to say, and I knew it would not be good. I also knew that I would deal with it as best as I could, and if I couldn’t, I damned sure wouldn’t make the mistake of falling apart in front of him and
his
family, again.

“I don’t expect you to tell me everything. That is not my expectation. What I do expect is for you to tell me things that concern me. I will not be a victim of Red’s bullying, nor will I tolerate you keeping secrets from me that could affect us and our relationship. So, whatever you have to say just spit it out. And don’t ever treat me like I am some hopeless, frail woman that you have to shelter from the world. You brought me here because you knew I could handle it. Don’t fucking play these games with me, Luke. I’m not as brittle as you think.” I felt my heart beating harder in my chest
, as the words flew from my mouth. I knew Luke was trying to shield me, but damn that. And damn him for not having enough confidence in me to endure whatever he had to say. He seemed to enjoy my outburst, and fought hard to contain his smile. His lips twitched and he looked away, but I could tell it delighted him to know that I had not lost my touch.

“You are so fucking incredible. Do you know that?” he asked, smirking at me, causing my moment of pissed off boldness to disintegrate
, like sugar in a hot cup of coffee. Why did he always have to do that to me? He knew he had me when my traitorous body relaxed in a sigh. “I don’t want Red bullying you. I don’t want any of the ladies to make you feel like you are less than they are. You are all just ol’ ladies. Red sometimes acts as though she wears a patch herself, and I will make sure she knows her place before I leave.” I felt a twinge of satisfaction, knowing that Luke was going to straighten Red out, but it was washed away at the word ‘leave.’ Not giving my brain enough time to process his comment, he continued, “Lake Charles is having an issue with a club. The club is big and has chapters in 47 states. They came in, trashed some bars, disrespected some citizens, and are making a bad name for MCs. We have fought like hell for the right to wear this cut, and we refuse to let someone take that from us. There is talk that this club is bringing in reinforcements, following an altercation they had with some of the guys. I need to be there. Know that I want to be with you, but this is where I belong. There will be times when you can’t come with me, Dallas, and this is one of those times.” He was silently begging for understanding, but there was no need. I knew this was something Luke had to do and I had plenty to keep me busy around here anyway.

“I understand. This is what you need to do and I respect that. All I ask is that you be careful and come back home to me. In one piece,” I added, watching as his eyebrows shot to his hairline. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that kind of response.

“That’s it?” He asked, staring at me, with his face twisted in confusion.

“Do you want me to bitch and raise hell? Do you want me to cry and beg you to stay?” He was pissing me off with his need to have a negative reaction.

“No, I just assumed you would handle it a little differently.” He still looked as if he couldn’t quite believe I had taken the news so well. One step forward, five steps back.

“Do I want you to go? No. But, your club needs you and I respect that. So, either we can spend the next hour arguing about me not begging you to stay
, or you can join me in the shower and fuck me like you are never coming back.” Luke was off the bed and pulling me behind him as soon as the words left my mouth. Well, that worked. I was stripped, he was stripped and we were standing under a stream of hot water in record time. I barely felt the water on my skin before I was pushed up against the cold tiles and Luke’s mouth was on mine to quiet my shocked gasp.

“I love you,” Luke panted, taking my breasts roughly in his hands as he ground his hips into me. “I love you so fucking much.” His need was powerful and contagious
, and suddenly I couldn’t get enough of him either. My fingers clawed at his back, bringing him closer to me, as I kissed him desperately, our tongues swirling together in a deep, passionate, untamed kiss that fueled our desire for one another further. “Fuck this,” Luke said, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, before plunging his tongue back into my mouth. My tongue met his greedily, punishing him for the seconds of time he was gone. Luke pushed the shower door open using his ass and backed out with me still attached to his mouth. He sat on the floor, pulling me with him and laid back, forcing me to straddle his hips. I moved my hips over his length, my wetness lubricating him as I rubbed my pussy over his cock, teasing my clit with each measured stroke. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, causing a thrilling pain to climb up my sides. I lifted my body over him, tired of the distance between us, and positioned him at my entrance. I sank down onto him, feeling a wave of pure bliss, as he filled me completely. Our moans echoed throughout the bathroom, as I contracted my muscles around him, taking a moment to enjoy the pleasure of him being inside me. “Move, babe. You have to move,” Luke gasped between his teeth. I relaxed my muscles, releasing the tight hold I had on him, and began to move up and down slowly. He watched as he slid in and out of me at a leisurely pace. I loved the feeling of control when I was on top. I knew it wouldn’t last long by the feel of Luke’s grip tightening on my hips. He hated not being able to control what I was doing. I stood suddenly, smiling at the look of confusion on his face and turned. I lowered myself on to him, using his legs for leverage. I began riding him, letting my ass do all the work as I kept my back arched and my head turned slightly to see him. I felt his hands grip my ass and his eyes got that sexy, lazy look as he watched my ass bounce up and down on his massive length over and over.

“Fuck, baby, you got a fine ass,” Luke said through his teeth. I suddenly felt somewhat self
-conscious of myself, due to lack of exercise and the fact that I had not been taking care of my body the past few weeks, as I once had. I used to visit the gym regularly, but with Luke, there was little time to spare. When I noticed the way Luke looked at me, full of need, want, and desire, it gave my self-esteem a boost, and I was no longer worried about what I thought of my body. If he thought I was fine, then that’s all that mattered. His words fueled me, filling me with the desire to please him further. I picked up the pace, leaning forward slightly and arching my back, working my hips harder and taking him deeper. Luke sat up, pushing me forward only to grab my hips and slam me back on to him. I was no longer in control as Luke pushed and pulled my body, slamming me so hard onto him that I cried out. His legs disappeared from under me and my hands were forced to splay flat on the tiled floor as he positioned himself behind me on his knees and drove into me hard. I threw my head back, my damp hair a wild mess as it lay on my back. He grabbed it, wrapping the long strands around his hand and pulled. My head jerked back and I felt my forehead tighten as he pulled harder, sending an excited thrill that ran from the top of my head all the way to my soaking wet pussy. He slammed in and out of me, mercilessly. The feeling of him pushing deep inside me, hitting that sweet spot that made my toes curl, mixed with the blissful pain from my scalp, had me clawing at the bathroom floor, as I moaned in ecstasy. Nothing could ever feel better than this. I had never experienced something so powerful. No one could push me to my limits, or bring me to that thrilling destination of euphoria like Luke could. I never wanted him to leave me. I never wanted him to not be inside me. I wanted to glue myself to him and have that overwhelming feeling of completeness all the time. I wanted him to make love to me again, and again, and again, until we both passed out from exhaustion; only to wake up to him inside me, taking me, owning me once more. I wanted fatigue to be the only reason we stopped, and even then I wanted to lie on top of his body, covered in sweat, and listen to his heart beat through his chest. I knew my thoughts were not rational. I knew what I wanted was impossible, and I was in a delirious state, as a result of my sex-driven fantasies, but right now, in this moment on the bathroom floor, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about anything, but him and me and this beautiful, seventh heaven we had created.

“Come, Dallas. I want to feel you come. Right.
Fucking. Now.” Luke demanded, enforcing each word with a hard thrust that had my knees trembling. With my hair wrapped around his fist, my head pulled back and positioned to look at him, and his cock constantly working that delectable spot deep inside me, I came hard. My cries faltered as he pumped into me. He released my hair from his grip and my head dropped, my body slumping immediately. I felt Luke pull out of me just before my back was graced with the feeling of his warm release. What I once thought would be disgusting was actually soothing as Luke’s hands rubbed the results of his orgasm across my back as his large fist milked every last drop from him. “I already miss you,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over my harsh breathing, and the sound of the shower. The steam from the hot water had engulfed the room, making it harder to catch my breath. I didn’t want to think about Luke leaving. I still wanted to dwell in the serenity of the moment. I was pulled from the floor, and stood on my feet as Luke gathered me into his arms. He held me a moment, before leading me into the shower. Now that our session of intimacy was over, it was back to the real world and questions filled my brain as I laced my fingers through my hair, massaging the soreness from my scalp.

“How long are you going to be gone?” I asked, my eyes taking Luke
in, as he soaped his body from head to toe. He looked to be in a hurry, but patiently waited while I soaked my hair completely, before stepping aside to let him under the hot spray of water.

“I don’t know. I’ll learn more when I get over there,” he said, rinsing his body before grabbing my shoulders and turning me
, so he could wash the remnants of his release off my back.

“Who
else is going?” Surely he wouldn’t go by himself.

“Me, Regg
and Marty, but Crash and Kev will be in the area, just not with us. The others will stay here.”

“Don’t they have jobs?” I couldn’t see him, but I was sure he was smirking. I could tell by the small laugh he let out through his nose.

“Their boss will understand.” I turned around to see Luke smirking, as I assumed, and asked him the unspoken question with my eyes.

“They work for me, babe. At Carmical Construction and The Country Tavern,” he said, proceeding to soap the front of my body as I stood there
, wondering what to say to that.

“Isn’t that a little weird? I mean, doesn’t that cause conflict?”

“The club has part ownership in the bar and the construction business is booming right now, so it pays pretty well.”

“But what if they wanted to do something else? Like, what if they wanted to work in the oilfield
, or be a doctor or something? Is it mandatory that they quit their jobs when they become members?” I had never heard of a club working for their president’s business or running a business themselves. But, then again, I didn’t know anything about clubs until I met Luke.

“It’s a free country, babe. They can do whatever they want, but why would they when they can do something they love in a business that benefits the club and allows them more freedom, more time to ride
, and more time with their families? They don’t all work for me, but the majority of them do.” Well, when you say it like that, I guess it makes sense. But I wanted to know more.

“Explain, please,” I said, focusing on Luke’s face
, as his skilled hands ran the length of my arms and down my sides.

“Regg is good with people. He helps with getting new contracts for the construction company. Worm used to drive a delivery truck
, and is good with inventories. He handles all the beer and liquor orders for the bar. Tiny is our security guy, not only for the club, but the bar as well. He is over the bouncers, including their hiring and firing. Coon is good with money. So, he is the treasurer of the club and handles all the finances, which is pretty much a full-time job in itself. Marty, Boss Hogg, Scratch, and Bear are mechanics and keep our shit running. Trust me, there is always a bike that needs to be worked on, or an ol’ lady’s car, or a piece of construction equipment. Kev was the manager of a grocery store for years. He keeps the books on the bar, making sure we keep a good profit margin going. Octane is in the military. He has already been deployed four times, but works down at Camp Shelby full-time. He is a drill instructor and loves it. That’s one of the reasons he isn’t going, but if I needed him to, I know he would do whatever he could to make it happen.”