Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (8 page)

I now fully understood the meaning of “cold
feet.” Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I felt like I was at a
job interview and I would be lying if I said it didn’t piss me off
just a little. Luke was in Devil’s Renegades President, LLC mode
and long gone was my sweet guy from the car.

“You are with me and everyone knows it, but
before I put a cut on you- letting everyone know that you belong to
me; you are gonna have to earn it.” When he said it like that, I
felt like a submissive who was trying to earn a collar. I wasn’t
the submissive type.

“This can be a beautiful thing, Dallas, but
only if you want it,” he said, a little softer this time.

“I don’t know what I want,” I said, a little
too bitchy.

“You said you would try.”

“I am trying! But when you say shit like
‘training me,’ it scares the fuck outta me! I’m not a dog, Luke.
I’m a person and I refuse to be treated like anything less.”

Luke let out a deep breath, clearly
exasperated, “Can you keep your mouth shut when I ask you to?”

“Yes.”

“Can you not flirt, associate, or throw
yourself at other men?”

“Yes,” I said, a little more annoyed this
time.

“Can you treat my MC family as if it was your
family and show them love and respect and loyalty as if they were
your own?”

I looked at him confused. “I thought I
already did.”

His face softened completely and he smiled
shaking his head, “Yeah, baby. You did.” Luke brought his hand to
the side of my neck, pulling my head down so my forehead was
touching his.

“Kiss me,” he whispered against my lips. I
turned to put my knees on either side of his thighs, straddling his
waist and put my hands on each side of his face. I took the moment
to stare at his lips of perfection. Those lips had been on every
part of my body. They had kissed my tears away, brought me joy and
ecstasy, told me they loved me and brought me more pleasure in a
single kiss, than I have had in a lifetime. Luke moved his tongue
so that it slid across his bottom lip and I could wait no longer to
taste him. The kiss was soft at first. Just a touch of my lips
against his. When I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, just as he
had, I heard him groan and me kissing him was over.

He grabbed my face between his hands, tilting
my head so he had better access and forced my mouth open with his
tongue. His kiss was hard and rough and I loved every second of it.
I couldn’t get enough. I started to grind my hips against him and
could feel his hardness through his jeans. I pulled away from him,
breaking the kiss and slid myself between his legs, so that I was
on my knees on the floor in front of him. I fumbled with his belt,
trying impatiently to get it off. I looked up at Luke, expecting to
see him smiling, but instead he had a different look in his eyes.
Almost predatory. My panties went wet as he grabbed my hands and
shook his head. He placed my hands on either side of his waist and
began undoing that brown belt I loved so much. My insides were
screaming, “Please spank me, please spank me.” I started to ask,
then shut my mouth. Luke was a big guy, he might beat the shit out
of me. And I would love it.

“What were you going to say, Dallas?” he
asked me in that dark, raspy tone I loved so much.

“Nothing,” I replied, perhaps a little too
quickly.

“Lie to me and I’ll use this belt for more
than just holding my pants up.” Bingo. Like an idiot I bit my lip
to suppress my smile, and of course, Luke read between the lines.
His head turned slightly to the side as an amused expression
claimed his face.

“You like that don’t you?” Again, I shook my
head a little too hard giving myself away.

“I think you do. I think you would like
nothing better than for me to bend your sweet little ass over this
couch and spank you with my belt.”

Fuck. Me. I stared at him, my mouth partially
open, my breathing loud and irregular and my pants had a wet spot
between my legs. Luke leaned up, so that his elbows were on his
knees and brought his face close to mine.

“I don’t give out spankings as rewards, babe.
I give them out as punishments, and you won’t ask for them.”

I swallowed hard. At this point, I would have
punched him in the nose for a punishment.

“Let’s practice you being a good ol’ lady. If
you do good, I’ll let you come. If you don’t, I’ll spank you and
make sure you don’t come for a week.” Yeah, that was highly
unlikely. I was almost certain that as soon as he put that belt to
my ass, I would flood the bed or couch or wherever in the hell we
were.

“We will try the first thing I mentioned.
Keeping your mouth shut. You can’t say anything. Not a moan or a
whimper or a word. Understood?” I nodded my head. Shit, this was
gonna be fun. To obey or not to obey? Definitely not obeying.

“Here is the catch, Dallas. Before that mind
of yours starts wondering what you are going to do to disobey me,
remember that if you choose to accept this as a form of punishment
that is exactly what it is going to be. No sex. No kissing. No
cuddling. No orgasm. Just a whole lot of crying and discomfort.”
Well, shit. That didn’t sound very fun. I just stared at him. What
in the hell could you say to that? He took this spanking shit
seriously. He leaned back and removed his belt, that was no longer
that appealing to me, and unzipped his jeans. I was still on my
knees in front of him, my hands at his waist, when his cell phone
rang.

“Fuck,” Luke muttered rolling his eyes.
“Yeah,” he snapped into the phone. “What?!” He was on his feet and
I was out of his way. Luke was pissed. “I’m on my way.” Luke
snapped his phone shut and I was on my feet walking to him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, thinking it must be
pretty bad since he was pacing the floor and running his hand over
his head like a mad man.

“FUCK!” he screamed at the ceiling, causing
me to jump. “Stay inside. I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t go
anywhere.” I wanted to ask where he was going, but he kissed me. A
sweet kiss. The kind he gave me that made me feel cherished and
loved. I was still slightly swaying, when he got in the car and
left.

Chapter 3

Dallas

I had too much energy. The excitement of the
day along with my interrupted sexual encounter with Luke, had my
adrenaline pumping. Also, the longer I sat still, the more I
worried about Luke. I popped in a thirty minute workout DVD and
decided to see if that would calm me down a little. Thirty minutes
later, I was hot, sweaty and still full of energy. I looked out at
the reflection of the moon glistening on top of the water in the
pool. What the hell? This might be my last chance to use it this
year. My house is far enough out of the way, and secluded enough by
trees that no one could see me unless they walked down my driveway.
That was highly unlikely, so I stripped and dove in. The water felt
like satin, gliding over my body. I swam laps until my adrenaline
wore off, then climbed out and ran inside, searching for a towel
and clothes. For some reason, I wasn’t scared. Maybe it was because
I knew they had Frankie and he couldn’t get to me. I wasn’t sure,
but it was nice to be in my home, after dark and not freak out
every time I saw my shadow.

I pulled on a cotton robe, put my hair in a
towel, and then started to text Luke to see where he was. Five
missed calls? When had he called me? I immediately dialed his
number and he answered on the first ring.

“Dallas?” he sounded upset.

“Yeah, baby. Sorry I didn’t hear my phone
ring.” He put his hand over the speaker and I heard some mumbling
in the back ground.

“What do you mean you didn’t hear your phone
ring?” he asked me, clearly not upset. Just extremely fucking
pissed. Uh-oh.

“I’m sorry Luke, damn. I was swimming.”

“Swimming?” he asked, in that way that you
could tell he was hoping he heard me wrong.

“Yeah. Swimming. I did a work-out DVD and got
hot so I decided to take a swim.” What the fuck was his
problem?

“Dallas, I told you to stay inside. I’ll be
home in a minute,” he said, as if he were speaking through his
teeth. I tried to say something else, but he had already hung
up.

Well, shit. I take one step forward and two
backwards. I threw myself down on the couch and turned on the T.V..
If it was gonna be like this-Luke bossing me around and getting mad
over petty shit-then maybe this wouldn’t work out.

I was still sulking when Luke opened the door
and let himself in. I heard him throw his keys on the bar and my
heart sped up at the thought of him so close, but I’d be damned
before he knew it. He came and sat on the end of the couch, lifting
my feet and setting them in his lap. He never looked at me, just
watched the T.V. and began rubbing my feet. Damn, that felt good.
It was hard to be mad at someone who came home and began massaging
your feet.

“I’m sorry.” Shit. Did I just say that?

“Dallas, when I ask you to do something, it’s
not because I like telling you what to do or that I like being in
control. It’s because, it’s for your protection and safety. It
seems you will have to learn the hard way, but you will learn, if
you want this to work. The more I think about this, the madder I
get. I’m going to bed.”

He got up off the couch, laying my feet
gently back down then disappeared to the bedroom. Damn. Now I felt
like shit. Why did he not want me outside?
Probably because you
were tied up in a barn a few days ago and that club still runs the
streets and one of his brothers are missing, you idiot.
Shit. I
turned off the T.V. and with heavy feet, I forced myself into the
bedroom.

I seriously needed a shower, but I was sure
no hanky panky would be going on tonight anyway, so I laid down on
the edge of the bed, testing the waters, still in my bathrobe.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” I
asked, my back to Luke on the other side of the bed.

“Nope. I can’t trust you to do what I ask, so
how do you expect me to trust you with that?” Fuck. Good point.

“Maybe if you would have told me what was
going on, I wouldn’t have went outside,” I said, trying to defend
myself. Wrong thing to do.

“Don’t you turn this shit around on me,
Dallas. You do what you are told, when you are told. Nothing more
and nothing less. I don’t have to tell you a fucking thing. You
remember that. I am here because I love you and I care about you.
Not because you’ve begged me or even asked me. I said I didn’t want
to talk about it and I don’t.” Luke was getting madder by the
minute, but I couldn’t keep my big fat mouth shut.

“Well, maybe I do want to talk about it,” I
said, in a barely audible bitchy tone. The kind you use when you
want to have the last word, but are scared of the results.

“Enough!” Luke yelled, causing me to
jump.

Okay, okay. Shit. He could have the last
word. Even I knew when to shut-up. No, I didn’t. I was a complete
and utter idiot. You know when you can’t say anything so you just
huff a lot? Loudly? Yeah, Luke didn’t like that either.

“Dallas, it would seriously be in your best
interest to stop being a bitch and just go to sleep and let me calm
down.”

“Excuse me?” I said, turning to look at him
in the darkness. He was lying on his back with one arm over his
eyes. I could see his chest rising and falling and I knew he was
trying to control his temper. Well, fuck that. I knew I was a
bitch, but he didn’t have to call me out on it. I propped up on one
elbow and pointed my finger at him, “Don’t you ever talk…”

Luke moved like a Ninja. Before I could fully
register what happened, he jumped off the bed and jerked me to him,
gripping my arms tightly and bringing his face frighteningly close
to mine. His eyes were cold and his voice came out as a low growl,
“Do you think I enjoy this shit? I went out of my fucking mind when
you didn’t answer me. I didn’t know what happened to you. He’s
gone, Dallas. Frankie is gone. Some of his guys hit the club house
and took him. You know how they got him? They held Red
hostage.”

I felt my knees go weak. Not Red. God, please
let her be okay.

“They grabbed her from a convenience store
and threw her in the trunk of a car. Then they threatened to cut
her heart out if we didn’t let him go. Now that motherfucker is
walking the streets, one brother is in the hospital, one is missing
and one is on lock down to keep him from killing someone. I have
all that shit, plus two kidnappings under my belt, in less than a
week, and you want to fuck with my patience? This is not your
world, it’s mine. If you want to be a part of it, then you keep
your mouth closed and do as I say, because I swear to God, Dallas,
if you throw that attitude in my face one more time, I’m walking
and you will never see me again.”

He let go of me and walked out. I stared at
the bedroom door that he just walked out of with a feeling of
emptiness inside me. What was wrong with me? He needed me. My man
needed
me. This club needed me, and I was so caught up in my
own selfishness that I refused to see what was happening in front
of my face. Old memories blossomed in my mind and I was reminded of
what it felt like to love, and care for someone. My situation with
Frankie was a devastating, life altering event, but I would do it a
thousand times over if I knew it would protect my friends. I
scrambled for my phone beside the bed and found Red’s number.

“Hello,” Red said, sounding completely
annoyed and not at all like she had just been kidnapped.

“Hey! It’s Dallas,” I wasn’t sure what to
say. “Are you okay?” seemed like a very idiotic question.

“Hey, Dallas. Yes, I am fine. No, I am not
hurt, and no, I don’t need to talk about it. But, if it makes you
feel better, we will,” she said like we were talking about her
experiencing an embarrassing moment instead of one that involved
her being held in the trunk of a car against her will.