Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (14 page)

“I want you to let me know when you have seen
enough. There is a lot of shit that goes on out here and I don’t
want you freaking out on me. By the end of the night, it’s gonna
get a lot worse.” I didn’t have time to respond to him, because the
crowd erupted when Linda walked up to the pole and twirled around
it.

She wore a leather vest, leather chaps and a
black thong. She was stunning and I couldn’t take my eyes off of
her. The music started and if I didn’t know any better, I would
have sworn that she was dancing for me. She watched me the entire
time, as I sat on the edge of the couch, fully enthralled by what
was happening in front of me. She took her clothes off to the beat
of the music and before the song was finished she stood completely
naked in front of me. One song played into another and then another
and I watched as she wrapped her body around the pole in a way that
was beautiful. I had the same feeling when I watched the opera or
ballet. Linda was truly talented and she knew it.

A movement on my left caught my attention and
I peeled my eyes from Linda to see the waitress from earlier on her
knees in front of Possum. There was no denying what she was doing
as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. I thought the sight of
her degrading herself by being on her knees would make me sick, but
instead I felt familiar warmth between my legs. I turned to look
around the room and saw that most everyone had gone from the
couches. Brooklyn and Red, whom I had not even had a chance to
speak to, had disappeared. Ronnie was gone also. On the couch
behind us, a man was fucking a woman from behind. He rammed in and
out of her roughly while she moaned in pleasure, although it
couldn’t be heard over the music.

I turned to look at Luke for the first time
since Linda had taken the stage and found him watching me with an
impassive face. I was slightly embarrassed for watching, but I had
never seen anything like it and I would be lying if I said it
didn’t turn me on. Luke grabbed my waist and hauled me into his lap
so that I was facing him. I looked over his shoulder at the couple
fornicating on the couch behind us and felt my center begin to
throb. The music was still playing loudly in the back ground and I
watched as Linda walked past me and to the couple on the couch. I
had my back to the stage and I felt like she only stopped dancing
because I stopped watching. When she arrived at the couch, and the
man saw her, he pulled out of the girl he was with and sat down.
Linda turned to face me and straddled him, taking all of him inside
her in one swift movement. She began massaging her breasts as she
rode him, never taking her eyes from mine. The sensation between my
legs was building and I realized I was grinding myself against
Luke. I stopped and looked down at him, ashamed of what I was
doing.

“Does she make you wet, baby?” he asked,
rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. He pulled my shirt down, taking
my bra with it. When he leaned up and placed his mouth on my
nipple, I moaned loudly. I began moving my hips again, feeling
Luke’s hard cock rock against me through our jeans. My eyes found
Linda’s once more and she was watching me intently, biting her lip
and clearly turned on at the sight of Luke sucking my nipple. She
couldn’t see anything, no one could. We were at the front of the
room and the only thing visible was my face and the back of Luke’s
head. Linda took her hand and slid it between her legs, massaging
her clit with her palm while the tips of her fingers rubbed the
large sack of the guy she was riding. Following her movement, I
placed my hand down the front of my jeans and into my thin, lacy
panties and began massaging my own clit while Luke continued to pay
attention to my breasts with his mouth and hands.

The faster Linda moved, the faster I moved
and in a matter of moments, we were coming together. I watched from
a distance of about ten feet as she threw her head back and came on
the large shaft she was riding. I rocked my hips faster on Luke as
he sucked harder on my sensitive nipples, bringing myself to one of
the most intense orgasms I had ever had. When my convulsing body
slowed, I wanted nothing more than Luke, in me, at that very
moment. I didn’t care who was watching at this point. Linda had me
coming all over myself and hadn’t even touched me. I didn’t mind if
she watched at all.

Luke had other plans, though. He pulled my
shirt back over my breasts and stood. I wrapped my legs around his
waist and kept my arms locked around his neck as he carried me out
of the clubhouse. When we passed Linda, she was still riding the
lucky son of a bitch beneath her and she gave me a wink and a
smile. I felt my cheeks heat and I smiled back, not sure if I
should thank her for her services. I decided just a smile would
suffice; I had a six foot two, sexy, male biker that was fixing to
drive a ten inch cock in me with the force of two hundred and fifty
pounds. I almost came at the thought of it.

It took us about ten seconds to reach Luke’s
bedroom. The moment he closed the door behind us, I was on the bed
and he was on top of me. He kissed me roughly, pulling at my bottom
lip with his teeth and plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. When
he pulled away, we were both breathing heavy as he all but ripped
my jeans off my hips. My boots were still on, stopping my pants
from going lower than my knees. I’m sure it would have only taken a
minute to get them off, but Luke was a very impatient man. Instead,
he flipped me over on my knees and pulled me to him. He let out a
growl when I reached a hand beneath me, rubbing myself while he
struggled to get his jeans down. The sounds he made encouraged me,
and I took one, long, manicured finger and slid it inside me.

“Fuck, baby. You are gonna kill me,” Luke
said through his teeth. I turned my head to look at him over my
shoulder and watched as his eyes darkened at the sight of me
fingering myself. He stroked his long shaft slowly, squeezing it
tightly as he palmed my ass, gripping it roughly. I slid my finger
from inside me and begin rubbing my clit, hitting just the right
spot that I knew would have me coming within minutes. Luke placed
his left hand on the small of my back and moved to the side. With
his right hand, he slapped the part of me that my finger had been
only minutes before and I moaned loudly into the covers. It wasn’t
too hard, but as he progressed it got more and more intense. By the
time the fifth or sixth slap came around, I was crying out from my
orgasm and it had me shaking the whole bed. I swirled my fingers
around my clit, furthering the orgasm for as long as possible.
Luke’s hand was replaced by his cock as he rammed into me in one
stroke. His hands gripped my ass as he spread me open and continued
to drive into me.

“You are so fucking tight. That pussy feels
amazing wrapped around my cock. I love watching it slide in and out
of you,” he chanted these lines to me like a mantra, over and over.
He would fuck me hard for a few moments, then pull back and move
slowly while he said dirty things to me in that voice that was so
feral and dark. I was motionless before him. I lay with my face in
the covers-my newest favorite position-while he drove in and out of
me for what could have been hours. I was lost in a sea of ecstasy;
all I could do was feel. I couldn’t move, or think, or talk. The
most he got out of me was a moan that now turned to grunts because
they took less energy. I could feel the way Luke’s body tightened
when he was about to come, but each time, he would slow down and
let the sensation die so he could continue. I managed to find my
voice and make it loud and clear enough for him to comprehend.

“You have to stop,” I said, afraid if he
didn’t, I would probably pass out. I had done that before. He
didn’t answer, he just shifted and the new angle brought a new
sensation. He quickened the pace and deepened the strokes and my
voice was found when I cried out his name, while having my last
orgasm of the night.

Chapter 7

Dallas

“I can’t work these fucking things.” I heard
Luke mumble. He had my foot in his hand and was struggling to
remove my boot. I was lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling.
I must have fallen asleep and Luke must have rolled me over. I
propped myself up on my elbows, no easy task, and looked down at
him.

“There is a zipper on the back, baby.”

“Well hello there, beautiful,” he said,
forgetting the boot and climbing over me. I fell back on the bed
and let him cover me with his body.

“Were you trying to take my clothes off, Mr.
Carmical?” I asked, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He smiled
down at me then leaned in and kissed me sweetly.

“Well, my incredibly kinky woman passed out
on me and I didn’t want one of her heels to wind up in my back
during the night, so I thought I would remove them.”

“Well, my incredibly talented man sucks at
removing my boots.” Luke smoothed my hair off my face and took a
moment to just stare at me.

“I have to go away for a few days, baby.” I
stilled at his words. “The club has a lead on Frankie and things
may get a little messy. I need you here. It’s the only place that I
can keep you safe.”

“I don’t want you to go,” I whispered to him,
running my hand down his face.

He leaned down, bringing his forehead to
mine, “I don’t want to go, but I have to.” We laid there for a
while, enjoying the closeness between us. If Luke left and
something happened to him, I would be lost. Just the scent of him
comforted me.

“I can’t make it without you, Luke. You are
my rock,” I said, breaking the silence.

“Nothing is going to happen, baby. I’ll be
back in no time. You won’t even miss me,” he said smiling.

“What will I do while you are gone?” I asked,
sounding much like Logan. Luke kissed the tip of my nose and got
off the bed, kneeling in front of me, once again, to remove my
boots.

“Tomorrow morning, I’m gonna take you to your
office. There are some things you need to get up to speed on, I’m
sure. I want you to clear your schedule for another two weeks, to
be on the safe side. My guys have kept an eye on the place for you
and Lindsey is doing a fine job at running things. The problem in
Tupelo has been handled. The family that you thought was trashing
your place moved out three months ago. Frankie forced them to
leave, got one of his goons to trash the place, in hopes that you
would come up there.” Luke paused to look up from his task. I was
now sitting on the bed, my boots off and my pants around my
ankles.

“How do you know all of this?” I was acting
like Luke’s puppet as he removed my pants, pulled me to my feet,
removed my shirt and led me to the bathroom.

“It’s what I do, baby. You were not in any
state to make decisions, so I helped you. Is that okay?” I stood
inside the bathroom and stared in shock at Luke. Was it okay? My
first reaction was to slap him. Who did he think he was, handling
my shit without asking me? After further thought, I figured that I
should probably kiss Luke for treating my problems as his
problems.

“It’s fine. Thank you.” That answer seemed to
make him happy.

“Good. Let’s shower.”

Showers with Luke are like mornings with
Luke-perfect. He always lets me stand under the water first and I
never have to bathe myself. It seems I am always post-orgasmic and
weak when we shower, and tonight is no different. Luke positions me
under the water and begins washing my hair, letting me lean back
against him so he can support my weight. Maybe it was the way he
touched me, or the way he smelled. Maybe it was the growing
erection that was pressed against the top of my ass, or the way his
kneading fingers felt in my hair. Whatever it was had me craving
the feel of him inside me, again.

I turned to face him, my hair full of suds
from the citrus smelling shampoo, and wrapped my arms around his
neck. I pulled his face close to mine and kissed him hard. He was
surprised by my actions, but gave in and opened his mouth-mirroring
the movements of my tongue with his own. I tried to think of Luke
and the hardness that was wedged between us, but my thoughts kept
returning to Linda and the way her eyes held me as she brought
herself to ecstasy. The mere thought of her thrilled me, so I
pushed my guilt and embarrassment to the side, and enjoyed the
excitement the thought of her brought me.

“Fuck me,” I said to Luke, breaking our kiss
and breathing heavy before him. Without hesitation, Luke grabbed my
legs, wrapping them around him and pushed me against the wall of
the shower. The way Luke kissed me was like he hadn’t been with me
for days. His hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair as he crushed his
body to mine. He tilted my head and kissed me hard and deep, making
me dizzy from the taste of him.

“I haven’t even left and I miss you already.
I swear, Dallas, I don’t want to live without you. I would be a
waste of air and space if I didn’t have you by my side. You drive
me fucking crazy. I love everything about you. I love the way you
fit in my arms. I love the way you taste, smell… I love how you
touch me. I love how much you make me feel like a man. You possess
me, Dallas.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled him. His scent
slid down the back of my throat, allowing me to taste him. Just the
smell of his breath was magical. He smelled like a mixture of
cologne, man, and Luke. As he spoke, it washed over me and I
couldn’t imagine a life without him either. Everything he said to
me was a reflection of my feelings for him. The feeling was heart
stopping, stomach flipping, head throbbing, amazing. I loved
feeling him pressed up against me, nothing between us-no clothes or
space, only a few drops of water that had managed to slide down
when our rhythmic breathing allowed it.

“Don’t go,” I said, my eyes still shut, my
mouth speaking against his.

“I have to go. I will come back though, and
I’ll never leave you again.” he said, the need for understanding in
his voice so strong and evident that I would have agreed to
anything he said.