Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (33 page)

“Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?” he
asked, raining kisses on my face.

“Mmmm,” I replied, words to describe my night
failed me.

“Ready to go home?” Just the thought of
seeing the faces of the ones I loved, especially Maddie, caused a
rush of excitement to pass through me. I rolled Luke to his back
and climbed on top of him, making sure to keep my weight off of his
torso. Luke didn’t seem to mind or have the slightest worry about
his injuries. I felt him growing hard beneath me and the thoughts
of seeing my family went to the back of my mind. Right now, I just
needed him inside me. I slid back and forth, gliding my wetness
across him.

“Come here, babe. I want to taste you.” I
wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that. He read my confused
expression and smiled that wicked smile that let me know Luke had
something up his sleeve. “I want you to sit on my face, Dallas. I
want to taste you.” Fuck. Me. I obliged and crawled over him. My
knees straddled his head as my hands gripped the head board in
front of me. Luke grabbed my thighs and pulled me down on his face,
plunging his tongue inside my pussy. I cried out as I rocked my
hips against him. His grip tightened on my thighs, as I rode his
face hard. Just before I exploded into an orgasm, he slid from
beneath me. I felt his cock at the entrance of my pussy, wet from
his mouth and my own juices. He guided himself into me, stroking
slow and deep, hitting that spot that I loved so much. I came
around him and he pounded me harder, reaching around to rub my
clit, intensifying my orgasm. His other hand found my neck, and
arched it back towards him so he could whisper in my ear.

“I love this sweet pussy.” His tongue slid
across my ear and I shivered from the chill it gave me. Between his
fingers, his cock and his voice, I was afraid I would never stop
coming-which wasn’t a bad thing. “I missed you, baby. Welcome
home.”

Chapter 21

Dallas

I made Luke promise to give me a ‘welcome
home’ present when we actually got home- and one every morning for
the rest of our lives. He was happy to oblige, but laughed when I
told him. He must have thought I was joking. I was
not
joking. We were in the truck heading back to Luke’s when I saw a
pack of motorcycles fly past us on the highway. Luke’s mood took a
nosedive and I was reminded about all he had given up for me, but
why?

“You miss your club,” I said, hoping I had
used the right choice of words to start our conversation.

“I have you,” he said, smiling and grabbing
my hand to kiss my fingers.

“Could you not have both?” I asked. I was
walking on eggshells. I didn’t want to upset Luke any more than he
already was.

“Sometimes, we have to make choices in life
and sometimes those choices cause you to lose something you love.
Charlie said I had to come alone. My club would not have allowed
it. If I would have gone behind their back, I would have betrayed
them. If something were to happen to me, I didn’t want them to have
to live with it. I made the decision to do it on my own, and take
the club out of it. To do that, I had to leave them. It’s a part of
life, babe. Don’t think you are at fault. I love that club. I love
them so much that I left to protect them. I would do it again in a
heartbeat.” His smile was reassuring, but his beautiful blue eyes
were full of sorrow. I decided to drop it. Luke didn’t need me
reminding him of the choices he had made over the past few days.
I’m sure that he thought about them all the time.

We rode in silence, only the sounds of the
radio filling the truck. There was no need for words, just the
company of one another was enough. I often found Luke staring at
me. When I caught him, he would just smile and wink. Damn. Luke and
those winks. I heard the rumble of motorcycles and gave a tight
smile to Luke, hoping it was enough to soothe the mood they would
put him in. Luke’s eyes narrowed when he glanced into the rearview
mirror. Fear consumed me as I remembered the time that Frankie’s
crew surrounded us when we were stranded on the highway. That
wouldn’t be a problem again. Frankie was dead. I was surprised at
the adrenaline that pumped through my veins, replacing my fear. I
would kill them too, Crazy and Dennis, if I ever saw them. What the
hell was I talking about? I wasn’t a killer? I mean, I had killed,
but I couldn’t do it again. Could I? Four motorcycles flew past us,
then moved over in front of the truck. I looked to Luke and he was
smiling. Not just any smile, but that all white teeth baring smile.
I looked at him like he was crazy, as motorcycles boxed us in, four
in the front, four on each side and two behind us. I was about to
lose my shit when I looked out of the window and saw Regg smiling
at me. I turned in my seat, looking at the cuts the men wore. The
Devil’s Renegades. They were here. All of Luke’s old brothers were
here and they were directing us off the interstate and to a truck
stop. We pulled in, the bikes lined up perfectly in front of us. I
didn’t have time to even get out before my door was jerked open and
Regg had me in his arms.

“Damn girl, I missed you,” he said into my
hair as he held me close to him, squeezing me just a little too
hard.

“I missed you too, Regg,” I said, tears of
joy spilling down my face. I was pulled from one set of arms and
into another as the guys took turns hugging and kissing me. The
only thing that would have made the reunion better was if the ol’
ladies had been there, but I was reassured that they were at the
house awaiting my arrival.

“If you don’t mind, Dallas, we are gonna
borrow your man just a second. The PROSPECTS will sit here with
you,” Worm said, giving me a wink. I nodded and his tall lanky body
led the pack of bikers to the back of Luke’s truck. I watched as
the PROSPECTS joined me, each hugging me and filling me in on how
everyone was doing. Even though I wasn’t supposed to, I tuned out
their voices and listened as Worm spoke to the club. They were only
about fifteen feet from me, and if I didn’t know better, I would
have thought he was purposely speaking loud enough for me to
hear.

“We understand why you did what you did. If
any of us were in your situation, we would have done the same
thing. We didn’t know how things would turn out. We took a vote
after you left, and it was unanimous. If you returned to us, and
still wanted it, your position in the club would be returned to
you.” Worm pulled out a cut and I watched as Luke’s body visibly
sagged when he saw it. “LLC, I believe this belongs to you.” He
held it out as Luke turned, allowing him to place it on his back.
His face became blurry as I cried at the reunion. Hugs were
exchanged and words spoken. I couldn’t hear them, but it didn’t
matter anymore. My Luke now had the two things he loved, me and his
club.

The PROSPECTS had brought Luke’s bike on a
trailer, and I was just as excited to see the beautiful, black
machine as I had been to see Luke receive his cut. He would ride
home today, with his brothers. I didn’t feel lonely or left out. I
wasn’t upset that Luke had seemed to forget my presence as he sat
on the bike and took a minute to close his eyes and, from what I
could guess, thank God for his many blessings. Seeing Luke happy
made me happy and if that meant I rode back in his truck alone,
then so be it. I thought he would ride off and the other guys would
give me orders to drive Luke’s truck to the clubhouse. Instead,
Luke found my eyes and crooked his finger at me, motioning me to
come to him. Without hesitation, I all but ran to him. I grabbed
him around his neck and kissed him hard, ignoring the whistles and
shouts of encouragement coming from the club. When I pulled away,
we were both breathing hard. We took a moment to just look into
each other’s eyes, his blue ones sparkling in the bright sun.

“I have something for you,” he said, stepping
off the bike and opening the hard saddle bags. Inside was a bag
that he thrust in my hands. “Get changed. You are riding home with
me.”

I packed my skirt and blouse, along with my
heels in the bag Luke had given me. In the bathroom mirror, I
stared at my reflection. Someone had gone all out to ensure that I
rode home in style. My black boots with the studded heel covered my
calves. The dark, denim skinny jeans I wore fit me like a glove,
and the long-sleeved, black, v-neck shirt showed just enough
cleavage to turn heads. The one thing that stood out above it all
was the black leather jacket that fit me perfectly and made me feel
like a real biker chick. It zipped up the front and buttoned at the
collar. The leather was thick and smelled new. It was warm, wearing
it inside the bathroom, but it would feel perfect in the wind as we
rode home. I grabbed my bag and left the bathroom, feeling the
appreciative eyes of all the truckers on me. When I crossed the
parking lot, the cat-calls began, but I only had eyes for Luke. He
held something in his hand as I approached him, and I registered
somewhere in my brain that the club fell in step behind me as I
walked up to Luke, curious as to what he had. His smile was smug,
and I knew he was proud that I was his.

“I’ve waited years for this. There were many
times when I believed I would never get the chance to give this to
you. You are mine, Dallas, and I want the world to know it.” He
held up a leather vest with Property of LLC stitched on a patch on
one side, and Dallas on the other. He turned it around and the
words Proud Supporter of the Devil’s Renegades covered the back. I
turned and allowed Luke to place it on my back, enjoying the way
the cool leather felt heavy on me. I stared at my name and the
‘property of’ patch that covered my breasts. I turned to Luke,
watching as his eyes swelled with pride at the sight of me wearing
his cut. I had made it. I had been through hell and back, but it
had all been worth it. In the cool October air, at a truck stop in
Louisiana, I had finally become Dallas, Property of Devil’s
Renegades President, LLC.

Epilogue

Luke

I looked to my right, my VP, Worm, riding
hard beside me. In my rearview mirror, fourteen brothers rode hard
behind me. On my bitch seat, sat the love of my life, wearing my
cut. I had it all- the wind in my hair, the sun on my back, the
support of my brothers, and two slim arms around my waist. I was
one lucky motherfucker. The rest of my family waited for us at my
home. Red had planned a homecoming party for Dallas and I couldn’t
wait to see her face when she walked through the door of my house.
As my woman. Wearing my cut. Life was good.

Maddie would have some hard times, but she
would always have us to turn to. Dallas killing Frankie was a
fucked up move on Charlie’s part, but just like the rest of us, she
would find a way to deal with it. At some point, I knew she would
feel the need to tell Maddie that it was her that took Frankie’s
life, but we would cross that bridge when we got there.

We had a chance to start over. My club was
whole, except for the absence of War. Frankie had told us that if
he was killed, it wasn’t to his knowledge, but the guys that had
him wouldn’t let him live. It was just as easy to say he was dead.
He would be a fallen brother, another picture on the wall. A cut
would be made in his honor and hung with the others. We would
always remember him and his dedication to the club. It would be
hard, but we would get through. We were the Devil’s Renegades.

Saving Dallas Forever

Coming 2014