Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (17 page)

“Take a seat, I’ll only be about thirty
minutes,” Luke said from behind his large, immaculate desk.

“Are you meeting any clients? Is your dad
here? Can I meet him?” I fired the questions at Luke, not giving
him much of a chance to process them. He smiled at me warmly.

“I have a conference call in five minutes.
I’m going to take it in my father’s office. He is not in today, but
if he were, I’m sure he would love to meet you.” I nodded my head
in disappointment and took a seat on the chaise. The gas logs in
the fire place ignited and I turned to see Luke holding a remote in
his hand.

“Did you build this?” I asked, my eyes
scanning the room and admiring it again.

“Renovated. This is all wood logged by our
company. Everything was hand built by myself or guys in our crew,
except for the floors-they are original.” Luke grabbed some files
and walked to me, leaning down to kiss my head. “Be back in a
few.”

“Why did you get dressed up for a conference
call?” I asked, wondering if I should expect someone to bust
through the door.

“You never know who might pop in,” he said
winking as he exited through a door that I guessed connected to his
father’s office.

I knew that feeling. I had once gone to my
office late after leaving the gym and like an idiot, I left the
door unlocked, making it very convenient for two clients to show up
unexpected and catch me in my sports bra and leggings. I grabbed a
magazine off the table and began flipping through the pages, trying
to kill time until Luke was finished. The warmth from the fire and
the serene atmosphere made me yawn, stretching my arms and legs
out. I curled up and closed my eyes. I would rest, just for a
minute.

I felt the chair dip beneath me and opened my
eyes to find Luke sitting beside me. His back was to me and I
admired the way his muscles flexed as he stretched to pull my heels
off of my feet. I quickly closed my eyes, figuring Luke was trying
to make me more comfortable while I slept as he worked a little
longer. I had no idea of the time or how long he had been gone. My
best guess was about thirty minutes. I felt him stand and was ready
to drift back off to sleep when he grabbed my legs and flipped me,
pulling me to him. My eyes shot open and I saw that Luke was on his
knees on the floor in front of me, my legs open to him as much as
my tight skirt would allow.

“I love watching you sleep,” he said low,
kissing my left knee and running his hands up my skirt. So much for
taking a nap. My heart began to beat heavy in my chest at the
anticipation of what was to come. Luke was going to fuck me in his
office. I knew this like I knew my name was Dallas Knox; and I
couldn’t fucking wait.

I began moving my hips, and my hands found my
breasts through my thin shirt. I had never felt hornier in my life.
There was something about him, and the fire, and this office that
just turned me on. He pulled his lips from my leg and watched me as
my back arched off the chair when my fingers found my hard nipples.
Luke’s grip tightened on my thighs. His lips parted and I could see
his breathing had quickened.

“Is it me you’re thinking about?” he asked,
eyeing me; daring me to say otherwise.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Luke. I want you
to bury that big cock inside me and fill me with cum. I want to
feel you all day. Every time your cum seeps out of me, I want to
think about this moment and remember how it felt.” The look of
shock on Luke’s face and the stillness of his body did not go
unnoticed to me. Hell, even I was shocked at the words that were
coming out of my mouth.

“I need you,” I breathed, and watched in awe
as Luke went from a man in shock to predator. My breathing was hard
and heavy, so I wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but I swear that I
heard him growl.

I squealed as Luke’s hands grabbed the slit
in the front of my skirt and ripped it up to my waist. He climbed
between my legs and grabbed my blouse, ripping the delicate fabric
and sending the buttons flying across the room. I heard the
stitching tear on my lace bra as he forced the cups below my
breast. He roughly took them in his hands, and I thought I would
come just from his touch. With just as much vigor, but managing to
salvage his clothes, he sat up and pulled his button down shirt
over his head, taking the white t-shirt beneath it too. My hands
immediately went to the hard muscles on his chest. His skin was hot
and smooth, his heart beating fast under my fingers. Luke pulled
his pants down just enough to free himself and leaned back on top
of me, moving my panties to the side and guiding his now fully
erect cock into my throbbing wetness. He grabbed me under my knee,
raising my leg up and sank deep inside me. Our moans of pleasure
echoed through the room as he moved harder and faster with each
stroke. I held onto his arms, digging my fingernails into the warm
flesh.

“Harder. Harder,” I breathed, needing to feel
him deeper inside me. I felt the familiar twinge of pain as he
rocked harder and I welcomed it. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to know
that he was real. I would be without him soon and I needed
something to hold onto. Not being able to walk was a good reminder
that Luke Carmical was most definitely real.

“Damn, baby. I’m gonna hurt you,” Luke said,
his brow furrowed in worry, yet he didn’t slow his pace.

“I want to hurt. I want to feel you, even
when you aren’t here,” I said, sharing my thoughts with him.

“Fuck, I love you. I want to fuck you on your
knees,” he said, a drop of sweat from his head hitting my face. I
wanted to lick it, to taste his sweat, but he had pulled out of me
and gripped my waist, flipping me onto my stomach. I pulled my
knees up beneath me and arched my ass in the air, my face on the
cushion below me. Luke grabbed my panties and slid them down my
thighs, leaving them just above my knees. He placed his hands on my
ass cheeks, opening me up to him.

“Hard?” he asked, pressing his cock against
me.

“Hard,” I confirmed. My body was relaxed and
waiting for him. Sweat covered my face and my hair was a tangled
mess. My breath came in short gasps and my heart was beating so
hard that I could hear it. I shook with excitement and nervousness.
I remembered what it felt like to be really fucked by Luke and now
I had the feeling he might have been holding back. My dirty talk
and demands of harder sex had Luke in a frenzy. He knew I wanted
this, because I told him. He knew I could handle it, because I had
before, and the word “hard” I had breathed only moments before was
the only go ahead he needed.

When Luke slammed into me, I thought for sure
that I had made a mistake. He was deeper than I had ever felt him.
The slight pinch I usually felt was now a deep soreness that caused
me to instinctively pull away. He grabbed my hips and pulled me
back against him. He reached his hand around me and his skilled
fingers found my clit and begin to massage the small cluster of
nerves. The pain was forgotten as I became focused on the sensation
building inside me.

“That’s right, baby. Just relax,” he said
moving his fingers in the same rhythm that he was moving his hips.
“I’m gonna move my hand. I want you to touch yourself.”

I shook my head, disagreeing with him. It
felt better when he did it. My body responded to his touch
differently than it did my own. He slowed a little then rammed into
me, sending me a message. My eyes bugged out of my head and I lost
my breath, but my hand moved beneath me and found his. He took my
hand in his and moved our fingers over my clit. I came hard around
Luke’s cock and he moved his hand from under me. He gripped my
waist and lifted me slightly, taking the sensation to a new level
of pleasure. I screamed in ecstasy as he found that sweet spot
inside me and moved his cock over it again and again.

“I’m gonna make sure my cum is so deep inside
you, you will feel it for days. This sweet pussy is mine, Dallas,
and while I’m gone I won’t think of anything other than how it
feels when my cock is buried inside you.”

My toes curled and my muscles jerked at
Luke’s confession. His voice was so smooth and deep and I would
have given five orgasms to see his face right now, but I couldn’t
move. The feeling was so good, I didn’t want to do anything, but
lay here and let him fuck me until I passed out. His voice filled
my ears as he moved in and out of me in a rhythm so hard and fast
that my whole body moved each time he slammed into me. My fingers
worked faster on my sensitive clit while he moved over that perfect
spot inside me.

“Come for me, Dallas,” he demanded of me
through gritted teeth. He was about to explode, I could feel it. I
pushed my body back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own.
When his hand left my hip and landed hard on my ass, I lost it. I
couldn’t hear his moans over my own, but I could feel him pulsating
inside me.

He stayed buried in me a long time after
that. His hands trailed up and down my back, my ass and my thighs
as he soothed me until my breathing calmed. When he pulled out of
me, the emptiness I felt in my gut almost made me cry. How could I
be so attached to this man? I was head over heels in love with him
and every day I loved him a little more. He pulled my panties back
up my legs and lay down beside me. I straightened my legs and
groaned at the stiffness in them.

“I love you,” Luke said, taking my face in
his hands and showing me the sincerity in his eyes.

“I love you too, baby,” I said, rewarding him
with my smile that he loved so much. He tilted my head and covered
my lips with his. The kiss started slow and sweet, but after a few
seconds, his tongue was buried deep in my mouth, kissing me
passionately. He tasted amazing; his sweat and cologne mixing
together to form a perfect concoction. The kiss softened and soon
his lips were all over my face, caressing my eyes and nose and
chin. He took a deep, staggering breath and I tried to read the
emotions on his face.

“We need to go, babe. We still have some
running to do and I need to get back to the house.” I nodded at
him, wishing we could just stay on this chair in his office
forever. Remembering where we were, I covered myself as best as I
could with my hands and glanced around the room.

“Shit, Luke! What if someone would have come
in here?” I said, panicking slightly at the thought of his father
catching us in the act.

“Door’s locked, babe,” he said, trying to
hide his smile.

“Well, they wouldn’t have had to come inside
to hear us!” Now, how fucking embarrassing would that have
been?

“You weren’t too worried about it when you
were screaming my name,” Luke said, smirking. Asshole. I blushed,
remembering how loud and verbal I had been only a short while ago.
Changing the subject seemed like a pretty good tactic at this
point.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” I said,
looking down at my skirt that was now in shreds. I stood up shakily
and unbuttoned my skirt, removing it completely from my body. My
blouse had been torn too and I removed it as well, leaving me in
only my panties and bra. Luke joined me and pulled his pants over
his hips, finding my lack of attire quite amusing. He grabbed his
shirts from the floor, separating them and handing me his blue
button up.

“Here, babe, it will be just like a dress,”
he said winking at me and making me smile. I slipped the thick
fabric over my head and inhaled. It was like carrying Luke with me
in my pocket. He would never get this shirt back, and I would never
wash it.

I looked up at Luke to see him watching me
with a crooked smile. I was sure I looked a mess. Of course, Luke
looked amazing. His white t-shirt fitting his arms tightly and his
khaki pants without a wrinkle, despite the fact that they had been
around his ankles. I tried to smooth my hair with my hands, but
Luke grabbed my arms, pinning them to my sides and kissed my
nose.

“You look beautiful.” He held my hand in one
of his and my shoes in the other. “You want these?” he asked
holding them up.

“No, I’ll go barefoot.” He smirked, and shook
his head. He was obviously surprised at my nonchalance about
walking outside without shoes. Were we not in the south? Didn’t
people do that all the time?

Chapter 9

Dallas

After the gas fireplace was turned off and
the office was dark, Luke led us outside. I noticed how his eyes
scanned the streets as he pulled me behind him. At first, I didn’t
see the man on the street because he was shielded from view by
Luke’s truck.

“Hey man, this yo’ truck?” Luke moved in
front of me and watched as the young, stocky guy covered in tattoos
walked casually around the hood of the truck like he owned it.
“That sure is a pretty piece of ass you got behind you. I ain’t
seen a bitch that hot in years. How much you charging, baby?” he
asked, peaking around Luke to get a better view of me. Of course.
He thought I was a prostitute.

“Not what ya think, man. This is my girl, and
since you didn’t know that, I’m gonna let that shit you’re talking
slide. Now kick rocks.” Motorcycle President LLC, was hot. VP of
Carmical Construction Lucas, was hot. Street Luke? This
motherfucker was smoldering. I had to remind myself that we were in
public and this was not the best time to jump his bones; especially
since I was already being rendered as a whore.

“Ya girl, huh? Yeah, that’s what I say when I
have a bitch that I don’t want to share too. What’s he paying you,
honey?” he asked, looking around at me again. “Hmm? Promising you
an apartment to be exclusive for him? Shit, baby. I’d buy you a
fucking house if you come with me.”

I wanted to say something, but Luke moved
before I had the chance. I watched in horror as Luke closed the ten
feet of distance between them. The guy threw his hands up as Luke
got closer, given him a perfect shot to his dirty face. Blood
splattered the hood when Luke’s fist connected with the man’s nose
with a sickening crunch. When the man lost his balance, Luke caught
him and landed several more blows to his face. I was frozen in
place, my heart beating wildly in my chest.