Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (2 page)

“You look absolutely beautiful.”

He was wearing the biggest smile that I had
seen from him in days as he walked towards me, and I couldn’t help
taking advantage of the view. Luke looked like he had not missed a
workout. His abs rippled down his stomach all the way to his V. His
arms looked bigger than I remembered them, and the tattoos that ran
down them seemed to have grown also. Everything about Luke was
mouthwatering. His hair had grown out a little and the stubble on
his face was so sexy that I had to remind myself to breathe.

When he reached me, he stopped only inches
from my face. Very slowly, he raised his hand to the side of my
neck while his thumb rubbed my jaw. I tilted my head up to him in
response, inviting him, and he bent down to kiss me. When his lips
touched mine, I completely lost it. Everything seemed to disappear,
and it was only me and Luke. My hands went immediately around his
neck and I pulled myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist,
forcing him to move his hands to my ass to hold me. He groaned
loudly and kissed me harder. I couldn’t get enough. His tongue
reached deep into my mouth while my hands fisted the back of his
hair and I pulled my body closer to him, rubbing my now hard
nipples against his chest. I pulled away from his face long enough
to breathe the word, “please.” Luke didn’t need any more of an
invitation than that. He walked us out of the kitchen, through the
living room and into the hallway. Suddenly, I was against the wall
and his hands were behind him, unlocking my legs. I thought he was
going to sit me down, but instead he grabbed me under my knees and
pushed his body into mine. His eyes were on fire and his breathing
was heavy. His muscular chest grazed my breasts with every breath
he took. He brought his mouth close to mine and spoke,
determination and need in his voice, “I want to kiss you.”

I nodded my head and started to lean into
him, but he gripped the back of my thighs, and slid me up the wall,
throwing my legs over his shoulders. I gasped at the movement and
reflexively grabbed his head that was now centered between my legs.
“Luke,” was all I could manage to say as I curled my fingers into
his hair. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest and
pleasure pulsated through me each time the fabric of my dress
rubbed against my sensitive nipples, which were now hard and
visible through the thin material. His hands moved to my waist,
taking my dress with them. Once it was no longer blocking his
access, his mouth found me and he began to kiss me through my
panties, then expertly grabbed them between his teeth, and started
to pull. His hands moved from my waist, down my ass, and to the
back of my thighs, taking my panties with him. I let go of his
head, assisting him with the removal of them by sliding them down
one leg and then the other. As soon as my hands found his head once
again, he moved closer, pushing my thighs further onto his
shoulders and buried his face between them. I threw my head back
against the wall and pushed my body closer to his mouth, allowing
his tongue to drive further into me.

I looked down at him and my view was shielded
by my dress that had fallen over his face. I felt his grip tighten
as I let go of him and pulled my dress off, letting it fall to the
floor. His eyes looked up at me while his tongue was buried deep
inside me and the look he gave me pushed me completely over the
edge. I came hard, screaming his name as his tongue moved in slow
circles over my clit, milking my orgasm from me. My breath was
ragged and I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips as the
aftershocks of my orgasm pulsated through me. I was slouched
against the wall, thankful for his arms supporting my weight.
Suddenly my legs were off of his shoulders and around his waist. I
wasn’t even sure how it happened. “I want you inside me,” I
commanded breathlessly, my eyes on his lips that glistened in the
lighted hall. I ran my tongue over them, tasting myself and the
fire that was beginning to die was ignited inside me once again.
Luke grunted as he claimed my mouth with his and carried me into
the bedroom. I broke the kiss and loosened my arms from around him.
He let me go and once I was on my feet, I began to walk backwards
until I felt the backs of my thighs against the mattress of the
bed. I loved how he watched me-possessed me-worshipped me, when I
stood before him like this. I felt my cheeks heat at the look on
his face as his eyes scanned me wearing nothing but my thin, lacy
black bra.

“Tell me how you want it, Dallas,” he said
walking towards me. He gave me a light push and I fell back on the
bed, unintentionally opening my legs giving him a full view of my
pussy that was wet from my latest orgasm and his very skilled
mouth. “Fuck.” I heard him say under his breath, as his eyes found
the wet folds between my legs and drank in the sight of them. He
pulled his eyes away and found mine once again. I noted the dark,
dominant look he got and my body tingled with excitement and
anticipation. This was my, out-of-control-I’ll-fuck-your-brains-out
Luke. “I want you to fuck me. Hard,” I said, a little more
demanding than I had intended.

“You sure, babe?” My body froze as I
registered that look of pity in his eyes.

“What are you doing, Luke?” I whispered,
beginning to lose my momentum.

“Nothing, babe. Just making sure,” he said,
softly.

“Luke…” I said, exasperated.

“I got you, beautiful. Don’t worry,” he said,
winking at me and pulling his pants off in one swift movement.
Crisis averted. He climbed on top of me, kissing his way up my
stomach.

“Fuck me, Luke,” I said, wrapping my legs
around his waist and pulling him to me.

“Shhh,” was the only response that I got from
him.

“Don’t you shush me! Fuck me!” I all but
screamed.

“Shut up, Dallas,” he said, his voice a
little firmer this time, causing my excitement to grow. His mouth
had found my nipple and his tongue was rubbing circles around it,
driving me crazy. I liked this game. “I’ll say whatever I want and
I am telling you to…”

Before I could finish he was off of me and
had me flipped on my stomach. Grabbing my hips roughly, he pulled
me back to him and entered me slowly. He was hard and soft. Fast
and slow. Mean and sweet. And he was driving me fucking crazy. I
just knew by the way he grabbed me that he was going to drive into
me full force, but instead he took it slow, and as much as I hated
to admit it, it felt divine. Feeling him inside me, I knew at that
moment that Luke knew more about my body than I did. In no way,
shape or form could I have handled it any harder than the way he
was giving it to me. My face was buried in the mattress, my ass was
in the air, and my hands were fisted in the comforter under me.
Luke was sliding in and out of me in a steady rhythm, while his
hand moved up and down my spine. All I could do was moan into the
mattress.

“You feel so good, baby. I love looking at
your perfect ass while my cock slides in and out of you.” Ho-ly
shit. If I could have gotten wetter, I did. “I love seeing your
sweet juices on me. I love tasting it on my lips, and I love the
way your pussy tightens around me when you cum.”

As if he had told me to, I came. My orgasm
intensified when Luke grabbed my ass and slammed into me
harder-giving me a taste of that punishment fuck that I loved so
much. My body was still convulsing when he stilled inside of me,
digging his fingers into my ass, calling out my name.

I don’t know how long we laid like that-me on
my knees and Luke on my back, still buried inside of me. I could
have stayed in this position for the rest of my life. My body was
relaxed, my mind was clear, and my eyes were heavy. I stiffened
when I noticed the only sound I heard was mine and Luke’s
breathing. Luke stiffened also and he immediately placed a hand on
my head and began rubbing my hair.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, his voice
thick with sleep and worry.

“Where is everyone?” I was getting a little
panicky. What if they saw us? Or heard us?

“Gone. It’s just me and you.” He kissed my
temple, then eased out of me and disappeared to the bathroom. Gone?
They left us alone? Was that safe? I sat up quickly and scooted off
the bed, thankful that my legs, which felt as if they were made of
jelly, managed to hold me up.

“Is it safe?” I asked Luke, barging into the
bathroom. He was standing at the sink, completely naked and
shaving. I looked down to see the redness between my legs, a result
of Luke’s five o’clock shadow, and blushed. Shit. Why was this so
embarrassing?

Luke smirked at me, “Yes, baby, it’s
safe.”

I joined Luke at the sink and cleaned myself
up, trying to keep the panic from rising. I had to get my shit
together. I was making progress though. Yesterday, I would have
sobbed uncontrollably at the thought of being alone. Baby
steps.

“Are you hungry?” I asked Luke in the mirror.
He smirked at me again and I smacked his arm understanding his
smart ass facial expression.

“For food.” I clarified, smiling.

“Starving. I think the girls did some
shopping this morning.”

At this rate my heart would be a big pile of
mush if people kept doing sweet shit to melt it down.

“I’ll make us dinner,” I said and left the
bathroom in search of something to wear.

“Dallas,” Luke called. I turned to see his
reflection in the mirror, still shaving, still barefoot and still
totally naked. “I love you.”

I smiled and blew him a kiss, then turned on
my heel and headed for my closet.

I decided that it was too late in the to day
dress up, so I grabbed an oversized, faded Pink Floyd t-shirt, the
most un-appealing pair of underwear I had-white, cotton boy shorts-
and made my way to the kitchen. The girls had, indeed, gone
shopping. My mouth watered at the sight of freshly ground beef.
Hamburgers it would be. I placed the patties in the skillet, and
then cut up lettuce, onion and tomato for the trimmings.

“Something smells good,” Luke announced when
he walked into the kitchen. I turned around and let him pull me
into his arms. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled deep
through my nose. Burgers didn’t have shit on Luke.

“I think that it’s you that smells so
wonderful,” I said into his neck. I pulled away from him enough
that I could look into his eyes. He smiled down at me, but I could
still see the events of the past couple of days were taking their
toll on him. “How about we eat, then maybe lie in bed and watch a
movie?” I suggested giving him my best smile.

His face softened, “How about I just stand
here and let you smile at me all day?” I smiled bigger at his
request. “Don’t you want to talk?” he asked, running his finger
down my nose then grabbing my chin and raising my lips to his. He
kissed me softly and I swear it was the best kiss he had ever given
me. I did want to talk to him, but I wanted him to rest more. We
could talk tomorrow.

“Tomorrow. Now move, before I burn supper,” I
said trying to sound firm, but failing.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll go find us a movie.” He
left me to finish cooking and I did so successfully without burning
anything.

Luke and I ate like pigs. I guess neither one
of us realized how hungry we were. He offered to do the dishes and
I didn’t argue. I went to the bathroom, retrieved the dirty towels
and clothes from around the house and took them to the laundry
room. I was sorting them when Luke walked in and grabbed my hand.
“Bed” was all he said and it was enough convincing for me. Luke had
chosen an Adam Sandler comedy for us to watch. I clambered onto the
bed and he followed, gracefully, wearing nothing but sexy black
boxer briefs and a smile. I sighed at the sight of him. I snuggled
into his side, my back to his front, his arm draped over my stomach
and Luke turned out the light. Ten minutes into the movie, I heard
him lightly snoring in my ear. The sound was like a lullaby to me
and I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

Dallas

Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Tuesday’s Gone” was playing
when I opened my eyes. The movie was ending and it was dark
outside. Carefully, I moved Luke’s arm from around me and was
almost out of bed when his hand reached out and grabbed mine.

“Where’re you going, beautiful?” I smiled at
the endearment.

“Just to the bathroom,” I said standing. Luke
sat up and looked at me. “You want me to come with you, baby?” I
smiled again.

“No, I’m okay. Go back to sleep.” I walked to
the bathroom, proud of myself. Baby steps. Of course, the light was
off and I got a little panicky before I turned it on, but managed
to do so without hyperventilating. Peeing without Luke holding my
hand-done. When I walked back into the bedroom, Luke was gone and
the lights were still out. Okay, maybe I wasn’t ready just yet. The
T.V. had been muted, but was still on and casting an eerie light
over the room.

“Luke,” I called, too scared to walk ten
steps to the light switch. No answer. Oh shit. Oh shit. My
breathing was becoming heavy.

“I’m coming, baby, just looking around.” My
body sagged with relief and if it hadn’t been for the wall, I would
have fallen on my face. I decided to hang out in the bathroom until
he got back. It didn’t take long for Luke to “look around.” He was
back before I made it to the other side of the bathroom.

“I’m here,” he said, walking through the
bedroom and into the bathroom in search of me.

“What were you looking at?” I asked, walking
into his arms like it had been days since I had seen him and not
minutes.

“Just checking around outside. I wanted to
make sure the fire was burned out completely.” Shit. I had blocked
so much out of my mind the past several hours, I had forgotten I
burned down the damn barn. “You okay?” Luke asked, putting his
hands on either side of my face. I nodded up at him and he gently
rubbed his thumb over my bad eye. Then, surprisingly, he bent to
kiss it. “I love you,” he said looking so deep into my eyes that I
felt like his soul had said it and not his mouth.