Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (32 page)

Chapter 20

Luke

I sat on the love seat, assessing the
situation before me. I wondered how much I would have to pay, if I
managed to get away from the men that held me down and grabbed the
gun from Dallas’s hand. Maybe I could kill Frankie before they had
a chance to fire on me. This was Charlie’s way of owning Dallas. He
knew, that for the rest of her life, she would think about this
day. I thought about the men that I had killed. They were sons,
brothers, fathers- and every day I saw their faces. They all
deserved to die, but it didn’t make it any easier. This ‘ultimate
sacrifice’ shit sounded like something out of a fucking sci-fi
movie. I watched Dallas pull the hammer back on the gun. I had to
do something. I couldn’t let her live with this. Frankie raised his
head, I saw him mouth the word please to her, and watched as his
eyes filled with tears. I looked back to Dallas, ready to make my
move when her lips moved. The words she said came out loud and
clear, and they sounded cold and distant.

“Too late,” She said, her mind obviously in a
different place. Before I fully processed what happened, the gun
went off and Frankie’s lifeless body slumped over onto the floor. I
stared at his wide eyes that seemed to look straight at me. He had
a round hole that was centered perfectly in the middle of his
forehead. Brain matter covered the wall behind him. His mouth was
slightly open and a trickle of blood ran out of it and onto the
floor. I looked at Dallas, and she still had the gun pointed at the
place where Frankie sat only seconds before. Her eyes were trained
on the wall behind him and her small body started to shake
slightly. I went to stand, prepared to fight the men beside me if
they tried to hold me back. They didn’t stop me as I got up and
went to Dallas, taking the gun from her hand and quickly wiping the
fingerprints from it with my shirt. I tossed the gun onto the couch
and turned Dallas towards me, pulling her into my arms. It took her
a second to snap out of it and realize that it was me holding her.
Her arms went around my back as she sobbed into my chest. Fuck, I
missed this girl. I rubbed her hair, whispering that she was safe
and I was here. I kissed her head over and over again, loving the
feel of her hair on my lips. Just the smell of her brought me back
to life. I could have stood there holding her all day, but I knew
that we needed to get out of there, now.

I tucked Dallas into my side and turned to
Charlie. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but we
were even. I didn’t owe him anything and neither did Dallas. This
was the perfect time to keep my mouth shut. Charlie approached us,
smiling like a proud papa. Sick fuck.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing towards Dallas.
No fucking way was I letting her go. I just looked at him and he
held his hands up in front of him in a show of surrender. I didn’t
want him to get on that disrespectful kick, so I spoke to Dallas,
hoping she could manage to tolerate him just a few more
minutes.

“Babe, we are leaving, but Charlie has
something he wants to say.” Dallas turned her face to look at him,
her head still buried in my side.

“Yes, Charlie,” she whispered. I was
surprised that she managed to speak.

“My card is in the bags along with your
things that I bought you. They are in the back seat of Luke’s
truck. If ever you need me, I am just a phone call away. I give my
word,” he looked at me letting me know that the next words he spoke
were just as good as chiseled in stone, “that the next favor you
ask of me, comes with no strings attached. It’s on the house.”
Charlie using metaphors? What the fuck?

Dallas nodded her head at him then looked to
me. “I want to go home.”

I drove us out of the state of Texas. I
couldn’t put miles between us and Charlie fast enough. Dallas had
started off riding in the passenger seat. I held her hand in mine
as we rode silently down the interstate. After about thirty
minutes, she unbuckled her seat belt, lifted the console and slid
next to me. I wrapped my arm around her, as she curled her body
next to mine. Fuck, she fit perfectly in my arms. Thirty minutes
after that, I guess she felt like she wasn’t close enough to me.
She crawled in my lap, straddling my waist and laid her head on my
shoulder. I adjusted the seat and steering wheel, so we could get
more comfortable-not that I needed comfort. I could sit in the most
awkward position, for hours, as long as she was on top of me. Her
hands rubbed the back of my neck and I swear that she was sniffing
me. Just the feel of her hands on me had my cock standing at
attention. I knew I was a prick for thinking of sex at a time like
this, but fuck, I had missed her. Once we crossed into Louisiana, I
started looking for a hotel. I didn’t care what it was, as long as
it had a bed and a shower. I found a Best Western just off the
interstate in Lake Charles, LA and pulled in. It was almost ten and
I knew we couldn’t make the four hour journey home without some
sleep. I just wanted to find a bed and hold my girl. Hell, we could
just sleep in the truck for all I cared, but Dallas needed
something a little more comfortable than a truck.

“Babe, we gotta check in,” I said, moving the
hair from her face and looking down at her. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel those perfect lips against
mine. I wanted to feel her mouth on me everywhere, and I wanted to
taste every inch of her. She wanted the same thing. I could tell by
the look in her eyes that she needed me. If I kissed her now, we
would never leave the truck.

“You go ahead,” she said, her voice throaty
and sexy as hell. Must have been from the crying. I shook my head.
No fucking way was I letting her out of my sights.

“You are going in with me. I can carry you or
you can walk, but you are going.” My tone was kind of harsh and I
mentally kicked myself for being such a dick. She just smiled at
me. Damn that smile. I was at her mercy when she looked at me like
this. I would crawl through hell with gasoline tanks on my back,
just to see her smile.

“I’ll walk,” she said, sitting up and sliding
off of me. Her skirt rose, giving me a sneak peak at the black,
lacy panties that covered her sweet pussy. My cock hurt at the
sight of them. I got out of the truck, holding her hand as she slid
off the seat and stood, straightening her skirt and reaching back
to grab her shoes. Her perfectly shaped ass was right in front of
me, and it took everything I had not to rip her skirt off and fuck
her right there. I adjusted myself while she wasn’t looking, giving
my cock a squeeze, trying to find some relief. It didn’t fucking
work. Once her shoes were on, we walked hand in hand inside the
lobby and I booked us a room, on the bottom floor, for the night.
The closer we were to the truck, the better. I parked in front of
our room, and once we were inside and the door was closed, she
attacked me. Her arms went around my neck and her lips found mine.
I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before her
soft, wet tongue invaded my mouth. She let out little moans as I
covered my mouth with hers, massaging her tongue with my own. She
had me pushed up against the door, and in that instant I knew that
we both needed me to be inside her. I controlled myself and slowly
unzipped her skirt, building the anticipation. It had been a long
time since I had made love to my girl, and it was going to be
perfect.

Dallas

I couldn’t get enough of Luke. The ride here
almost killed me. I wanted nothing more than to smell him, taste
him and touch him. He didn’t seem to mind that I curled up in his
lap. I could feel his hardness pushing against me and it took
everything I had to not dry hump him. I figured we had come too far
to die in a car wreck because we couldn’t control ourselves. Now
here I was, with him, in a hotel and I couldn’t get his clothes off
fast enough. Luke’s patience was almost annoying. He took his time,
unzipping my skirt and even slowed down our kiss. I wanted him to
rip it off of me and kiss me so hard he made my lips swell. I
didn’t want to think about anything but him. I wouldn’t. “Please,”
I begged, knowing he knew what I wanted.

“Calm down, baby. It’s been a while. I don’t
want to hurt you,” he whispered against my lips.

“Hurt me. I don’t care,” I said, plunging my
tongue back into his mouth. He chuckled and released my skirt,
letting it fall to the floor. Immediately I starting climbing him,
and he had no choice but to grab the backs of my thighs and lift
me. I almost came as his hard cock brushed against me. Even through
his jeans, he felt long and thick. He carried me to the bed and
laid me down gently, covering my body with his own.

“I missed you, baby. I just want to taste
you. I want to feel you. I need to know that you are really here
with me.” I moaned at his words as he slid to the floor, on his
knees between my legs. He removed my heels from my feet and kissed
his way up my leg. Grabbing my panties, he slid them off my legs
and opened me up before him. He kissed the insides of my thighs,
teasing me. When his tongue finally glided between the lips of my
pussy, I threw my head back and screamed. My fingers fisted in his
hair, as I pushed his mouth further into me. I bucked my hips,
riding his face, holding nothing back. His tongue rubbed slow
circles around my clit until I exploded in an orgasm that left my
whole body jerking. The patience Luke had was now gone as he
climbed over me and pulled me up to a sitting position. He removed
my shirt and bra, then gently pushed me back on the bed while he
removed his own clothes. He took my breasts in his hands and
pinched my nipples roughly. Pleasure shot through me as he rolled
them between his fingers. His mouth replaced his hands and he
sucked gently on my nipples, soothing them with each stroke of his
tongue. His cock was pressed against my opening and I pushed
against it, crying out from pleasure when the tip of it slid
inside.

“Fuck, baby. You are so wet,” he said,
surprised at how easily he had slipped inside of me.

“More,” I begged against his lips. I ran my
tongue across them, tasting myself. He pushed deeper, filling me
completely and it took my breath away. I arched my back, urging him
to go deeper and he consented. He moved in and out of me slowly,
all the while keeping his forehead pressed against mine and looking
into my eyes. The love we made was beautiful. Just feeling him
inside me, tasting his lips, breathing in the scent of him-was
enough to complete me. There was no way I could ever want anything
more than what I had in this very moment. My hands moved to his
back, feeling his muscles flex each time he drove deep inside me.
He could tell by the clenching of my muscles and the stiffness of
my body, that I was close. He moved harder and faster, bringing me
to that point of ecstasy that only he could. We came together, both
of us drowning in a wave of pleasure. It was different this time,
more intense. Maybe it was because we had been apart from one
another for so long. Maybe it was because we felt like we had taken
advantage of the time we had with one another. Whatever it was,
made me realize that if I had one more day, or one hundred years
left on this planet, they would amount to nothing if they weren’t
with Luke.

Luke and I took a shower together. One that
will go down in history. It started out with me washing him, then
him washing me, then me on my knees, then me against the wall while
he pounded into me. It was epic. Now I lay beside him, running
circles over his chest with my fingers. His abdomen was covered in
purple and blue bruises, but Luke had the strength of a bull. Not
once did he give the slightest hint that he was in pain. He told me
that he had some broken ribs, but by the way he just fucked me
against the shower wall, I didn’t believe him.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, my hand brushing
softly over his sides.

“Like hell,” he responded smiling at me,
twirling a lock of my hair in his hand.

“But in the shower…” I started, unsure of how
to finish the sentence.

“Babe, when I am inside you, you are all I
feel. There is no room for pain, where you’re concerned,” he said,
wearing his sexy smirk. Damn, I loved this man.

“Should I feel bad for killing Frankie?” My
question caught him off guard, and for the first time, Luke didn’t
know what to say. “I mean, maybe it just hasn’t sank in, but all I
could think when I looked at him was of all the horrible things he
had done to me and the hell he had put Maddie through. Didn’t he
deserve to die?” I asked, my eyes searching his for judgment.

“He deserved to die. There is no doubt about
that. As far as you feeling bad, I think that is something you are
just going to have to deal with on your own. I can’t help you with
it.” Luke’s words were ones I needed to hear. He didn’t judge me,
and he didn’t give me any false hope about it getting easier.

“Have you ever killed anyone?” I asked,
keeping my eyes trained on his chest. It wasn’t fair of me to ask
him to share such secrets, but I needed to know. He stayed silent
for a while and when he finally spoke, I knew I had unlocked a dark
place in Luke’s life.

“I have. Not a day goes by that I don’t think
about them or see their faces. They deserved to die too, but it
wasn’t my place to take their lives. I did what I had to do though,
just as you did. Instead of dwelling on the negative, think of the
positive. It doesn’t make it right, but it makes it easier. There
is not another woman who will be harmed at the hands of Frankie the
Cutter, and they have you to thank for that.” He kissed my head and
pulled me to him. I let his words sink in. The problem was that the
only thing that I felt bad about was having to tell Maddie that it
was me who pulled the trigger.

I woke up rested and in the arms of Luke.
There was no way this day could get any better. I laid there a long
time, enjoying the way his breath tickled my ear. One of his legs
was thrown over mine and his left arm was wrapped around my
stomach. My head lay on his arm and each of my hands held his. I
sighed out loud and the little moan that slipped out was enough to
wake Luke from his slumber. He tightened his grip on me and leaned
up to place his chin on my shoulder. I turned to him and smiled.
His sleepy, sexy face reminding me of how lucky I was, once
again.