Saving Dallas Forever

by Kim Jones

  “There ya go, baby. Your good heart should be enough to keep us out of hell.”

  “Well, only half of it, because the other half belongs to you,” Red said, with a wink. They were so alike, yet so different. It was actually a little scary. If you looked hard enough, you could even find resemblances between their faces. “I’m calling it a night. Maybe I can get a few minutes of sleep in before the insatiable Regg comes to bed, and tries to rape me in my sleep.”

  “Can’t rape the willing,” Jen chimed in.

  “Ain’t that the damned truth! Goodnight all! I will see y’all first thing in the morning.” The laughter before seemed muted, compared to that which erupted at Red’s announcement.

  “You don’t even know what morning looks like unless you’ve stayed up all night to see it,” Mary said, through her laughter. I guess Red is not a morning person.

  “Ha. Ha. Ha. I’ll be up in the morning, and it will be to see your ass off,” Red said, pointing at Mary. “Dallas, can I have a minute?” I stood to follow Red to the corner of the room, hearing the ladies placing bets on whether or not she would indeed be up on time.

  “What’s up?” I asked, noticing the troubled look on her face. I didn’t get too worked up, though. Red could be pretty dramatic over the least little things. You just never knew what was going to come out of that mouth.

  “So, I talked to Lindsey yesterday and told her we were throwing you a welcome home party.” Fuck. I felt my face go ashen and my heart stop. “Don’t freak out. I didn’t tell her anything; I just said you had been away, which she clearly knows, since she’s been taking care of everything while you’ve been gone. Anywho, I told her and she told me she would be over here. Well, instead of coming, she just sent some stuff, and told me she was feeling under the weather. I know you have a lot on your mind, but I’m pretty sure she is stressed out, so you may want to head over to your office sometime tomorrow, just to make sure everything is okay.” Fuck. I had completely forgotten about Knox Companies and Lindsey. I had been so busy with the fight to survive that I had forgotten about the place that had made me who I am. I guess that’s how you realize what’s really important in life. For me, it was hanging out with a bunch of bikers and their ol’ ladies, not running a multi-million dollar company that would probably be in ruins by the time I returned. What was even more foreign to me was the feeling of dread I got at the thought of having to leave the comfort of Luke’s arms and this clubhouse to be there. I shook my head, trying to shake the annoying thoughts from my mind. I was too tired and had consumed too much alcohol to think about it tonight.

  “Thanks, Red. I’ll handle it first thing in the morning. Hey, what was Brooklyn talking about earlier?” I asked, thoughts of Lindsey and Knox Companies going out the door once again.

  “I’m really not at liberty to say. If Luke wants you to know, he will tell you.” The way she said it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It was almost like she was finding pleasure in my discomfort. “Some of the guys let their ol’ ladies know what’s going on and others just… don’t. Maybe after you have been around a little longer he will trust you with more information. Anyhow, I’m off,” she said, turning her attention back to the women. I had to cross my arms to keep from punching her in the back of the head. What a fucking bitch! I watched as she disappeared down the hall, leading to the bedrooms located in the back of the clubhouse.

  The crowd of women had scattered. I noticed the guys were now done with their meeting, and everyone was departing to their rooms for the night. I spotted Luke across the room, engaging in serious conversation with Possum. I saw Punkin lurking nearby, and decided to join her.

  “I wish they would hurry up. Hell, I’m tired,” she said, pulling another cigarette from its pack, and sticking it to her painted lips.

  “May I have one of those?” I asked, remembering my promise to myself to try it once I had got home. Maybe the nicotine would help with my nerves, which Red had so conveniently got on.

  “You smoke?” Punkin asked me, surprised, her black painted lashes reaching her eyebrows as her eyes widened.

  “No, but when I was with Charlie, I thought of what I would give to have a cigarette. I just thought I would try.”

  “Who’s Charlie?” she asked, not taking her eyes off me, or making a move to give me the cigarette my mouth was suddenly watering for.

  “He was the man who kidnapped me.” Did she not know that?

  “Oh, no shit? What, did he hold you for ransom or somethin’?” I looked into her bright eyes, trying to figure out if she was fucking with me or not.

  “No, he took me and Maddie, then gave Maddie back to Luke, kept me for a couple days, then exchanged me for Frankie.” My eyes flitted back to the cigarette pack, hoping Punkin would get the message. She didn’t.

  “I’ll be damned,” she said, taking a long pull from her cigarette.

  “Punkin, can I please have a cigarette?” I asked impatiently.

  “Yeah, honey. Sorry, I get sidetracked.” I should have asked what memory my kidnapping had triggered, but I was too busy snatching the smoke from Punkin’s fingers. “Don’t go to choking on that shit now, or I’ll have to give you mouth-to-mouth, and Possum will get jealous.” I smiled as I held the cigarette between my lips and allowed her to light it. I pulled a drag into my mouth and blew it out, without inhaling. “You like it?” she asked, smiling at me. Did I like it? It tasted different, but it wasn’t bad.

  “I think so,” I said, putting the cigarette to my lips and taking another drag. This time, I inhaled and coughed as the smoke filled my lungs. “Damn, that burns,” I muttered through the smoke that poured from my nostrils and mouth.

  “You’ll get used to it. But remember, you didn’t get it from me.” Punkin scurried off in the opposite direction, as I felt the presence of someone behind me.

  “You know, those things are pretty addictive.” I turned to see Luke smirking behind me. “Do you mind?” he asked, taking the cigarette from my fingers. I followed his movement, as he brought the cigarette to his own lips and took a deep drag, inhaled, then blew the smoke over the top of my head.

  “You smoke?” I asked, obviously knowing the answer.

  “I did,” he said shortly, throwing the cigarette on the floor, and putting it out with the heel of his boot. “I have a promise to keep.” Thoughts of cigarettes fled my mind as I felt butterflies form in my stomach. I looked up into Luke’s face, still bruised from the beating he had taken to protect his cut.

  “Come to bed with me?” I turned on my heel, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. I heard his low chuckle, as he allowed me to lead him out of the double doors of the clubhouse. As soon as the cold air blasted us, I was jerked back and pushed up against the outside wall of the building. I could feel the steady bass of the music reverberating through the walls, and vibrating against my back as Luke grabbed my face in his hands and closed his mouth over mine. I opened to him and he began kissing me deep, his tongue working mine over and over, as his hands found the hem of my shirt and pushed it up over my breasts, taking my bra with it. He released my mouth, only to dip his head down to my nipple, which had already hardened from the cool air. I threw my head back against the building as my hands found his head, pushing his face deeper into my chest. The feel of his mouth on my nipple, his teeth nibbling, then his tongue sweeping over it to soothe the pain, had me forgetting everything but him.

  “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me right here, Luke,” I demanded, gasping as he sucked my nipple deeper into his mouth. He released my breast, reaching his hand down to massage it, as he moved his attention to the other one.

  “Oh, baby. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that everyone inside will hear you scream.” The thought of people hearing me, knowing what we were doing, had my heart racing. I wanted people to know. Just the idea of having an audience caused the dampness between my legs to spread. Luke lifted his lips to mine, leaving my breasts exposed, the cold air
hitting them and making my nipples so hard, the feeling was almost painful. He trailed kisses down my jaw as his fingers worked my jeans, unzipping them and pushing them, along with my panties, roughly down my legs and to my ankles.

  “Fuck.” I heard Luke grumble, as he unzipped my boot and removed it from my foot, throwing it over his shoulder and pulling my right leg free of my jeans. I unbuckled his belt, unconsciously running my tongue over my bottom lip at the feel of the thick leather in my hand. “That belt is gonna be on your ass very soon. You have been wanting it for too fucking long.” I gasped, as he moved my hands and pulled the belt from its loops in one swift motion. Fuck, that was hot. Luke’s jeans were opened and pushed down just enough to release that long, thick cock I loved so much. I whimpered with need at the sight of it. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m fixing to give you all you can handle and then some.” Luke grabbed my hips and lifted me, my legs going instinctively around his waist. My jeans and underwear hung from my left ankle as he pressed me against the wall and rubbed the head of his cock against my hot, wet flesh.

  “Oh, fuck, Luke,” I breathed; I looked down and watched, as he circled my clit with the head.

  “Tell me you want my cock, baby,” he whispered, his breathing was calm, but there was no mistaking the need in his eyes.

  “I want your cock, Luke. I want you to fuck me.” I gasped, feeling the build of an orgasm, as he continued to circle my clit.

  “Louder.” I looked up at him, not sure what he expected of me. Did he want me to shout it? Beg for it? He pulled away from me slightly, leaving my clit throbbing, anticipating his return.

  “Say it louder, Dallas,” he said, pushing back against me. I would have shouted it through a megaphone if it meant he would not stop rubbing against me.

  “I want you. Fuck me, ple-,” I screamed, my words replaced with a shocked moan of satisfaction as he sunk deep inside me. The feeling was so intense, and felt so good that my body completely relaxed, sagging against the side of the building causing Luke’s grip to tighten on me. “Harder,” I breathed, my eyes shut tight, as I blocked out everything but the feeling of him stretching me.

  “I can’t hear you, babe,” he said, circling his hips, but not pushing deeper. Oh, fuck it. If he wanted me to scream and give the guys in the clubhouse a show, I would. The need for more of him, and the reassurance that they could only hear me, gave me the strength and confidence I needed.

  “Harder! Fuck me harder!” I screamed, opening my eyes to see Luke’s bottom lip disappear between his teeth. I don’t know if it was a feral reaction, or to hide his smile, but he rewarded me with long, skilled, hard thrusts that had my vision blurring.

  “Yes! Yes!” I panted, my voice carrying over the yard and echoing off the trees. I could still feel the steady thump of the bass, but my screams rang out over it. Luke drove deep, pulling my body on top of him, fucking me hard, just like I wanted. The heel of my boot dug into Luke’s ass as I tried to push him further into me. With every thrust, he buried himself completely in me. His fast thrusts caused my orgasm to surface, giving my body no time to come down off the high I had when he was inside me. I came hard, screaming his name loudly. His pace quickened as he pulled me down harder, making the sound of our bodies colliding mirror the echo of my voice, which could be heard for miles. I felt myself building, even before he had milked everything out of me. His rough, calloused hands grabbed my bare ass, spread my cheeks open, and allowed the cold air to blast me, and the sensation caused me to explode around him once again. My hands squeezed his arms, my nails digging into his flesh through his thin white t-shirt. I was breathless, limp and sated, when I felt him still inside of me. His cock jerked as I felt his cum fill me, my shivering body finding comfort in his warmth. He withdrew, leaving me empty, and tucked himself back into his jeans, keeping my body pinned against the wall.

  “I can’t move,” I whimpered. My body shook, as it took notice of the cold.

  “Yes, you can, babe. Just put your clothes on, and then I’ll carry you,” Luke said through a chuckle. How did guys do that anyway? Does it not take everything out of them like it does women? He did all the work, yet he looked like he could run a marathon. Men must come with a built-in box of stamina that is used in times like this to completely refuel them. I unwrapped my legs from around Luke, allowing him to stand me up. I struggled with my jeans, as he went in search of my boot, which he had thrown in the heat of the moment. I pulled the other boot off, deciding that walking inside with only socks on was better than struggling with just one. After I had adjusted my clothes, and I looked somewhat presentable, Luke grabbed my hand and led me down the path to the house. As we rounded the corner, we came face-to-face with the PROSPECT cleaning the bikes. The look on his face let me know that he had heard, and quite possibly seen, everything that had just taken place.

  Chapter 4

  Dallas

  “PROSPECT,” Luke said, with a nod of his head as we passed.

  “LLC,” The PROSPECT answered, fighting a smile and avoiding my eyes. Part of me wanted to snatch that Red Bull from his hand and throw it at him. The other part was slightly thrilled at the thought of what he might have witnessed.

  “Do you think he saw us?” I asked Luke, once we were locked away in his room.

  “Nah, babe. He didn’t watch,” Luke said smirking.

  “How are you so sure?”

  “If he had, he wouldn’t have been able to look me in the eye.”

  “Would you have been mad if he had?” I pressed, frozen to the spot, across the room from him. I watched as Luke removed his shirt, and revealed the bandages wrapped around his ribcage. He turned to me and raised an eyebrow, his smile curious.

  “Would you?” I thought about this, as my head dropped to stare at my feet.

  “I don’t think so,” I said weakly, my head still bowed in hopes of hiding the redness in my cheeks. I watched Luke’s boots come into view as he stood before me. He lifted my chin with his fingers to meet his eyes, which sparkled with humor.

  “Me either,” He mouthed, before placing a kiss on the tip of my nose, and walking into the bathroom. I looked around the room and noticed that not one thing had changed since I left. My clothes still lay draped over the chaise lounge, and bulging out of open suitcases on the floor. I had practically moved in with him, but had not even put a dent in my closet back home. “Babe, you okay?” Luke asked, emerging from the bathroom, completely nude from the waist up. My eyes fell on the bruises that covered his side and I cringed. Surely, that shit had to hurt. I walked to him, snaking my hands gently around his waist and bending to kiss the swirling purple marks.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No, babe. It doesn’t hurt.”

  “It looks like it hurts.”

  “Looks can be deceiving. Besides, I took my medicine.”

  “What medicine?” Had Luke gone to the doctor, or had he swiped some pain killers from someone at the clubhouse?

  “Your sweet pussy is my cure for everything.” I smiled into his chest, I’m not sure why his words embarrassed me, but they did. A smug comment would have worked perfectly here, but instead I continued with the questions.

  “Are you going to Lake Charles?” I asked, my grip tightening around him, unknowingly. I knew Brooklyn had been hinting about something, was that it? Was that what Red was hiding? Just the thought of her words had me wanting to stomp my feet and demand Luke tell me what was going on.

  “You are just full of questions tonight,” Luke said, pulling my arms from around his waist, so he could undress me. “Why do you ask that?” If I had not looked up, I would have never thought anymore about his question or the answer that he gave me, but when my head lifted, the impassive face he wore when he was hiding something was firmly in place.

  “I overheard Brooklyn say something about us seeing more of them. What’s going on?” Even though my voice was pleading, I knew he would not tell me.

  “It’s nothing you need to worry about, beautiful,” he s
aid, trying to appease me with a reassuring smile and an endearment.

  “If it’s about you, I need to worry about it. Just tell me the truth.” I had pulled my body away from his. I didn’t need him trying to avoid the conversation with his hands and mouth, which was exactly what he had planned. I watched as his tongue licked his bottom lip slowly, distracting me while he made his move.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” I said, snapping myself out of my Luke spell and back to the matter at hand. I threw my hands up in front of me, and took a step back. I watched Luke’s body sag with exasperation as he stared at the tops of my breasts. He had managed to remove my shirt and my bra, which lay on the floor at his feet. I knew I had the advantage, teasing him with the sight of my firm breasts and hardened nipples, but he would just have to endure it. “Tell me.” I demanded, standing my ground, and placing my hands on my hips.

  “It’s nothing. Just club business. It doesn’t concern you.” I tried to hide my hurt, but Luke’s tone was just a little too harsh for me to recover quickly. That one cut deep. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it to piss me off, so I wouldn’t ask questions, or if he was annoyed that I kept pressing the issue.

  “No secrets, Luke. That’s what you promised me. You said there would be no secrets between us, and now you have made me look like a fool.” I watched as his eyes turned almost angry. His brow deepened as he opened his mouth to say something then quickly shut it again. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper, and placed his hands on his hips, mirroring my stance. He squeezed his eyes shut, and lifted his face to the ceiling.

  “How did I make you look like a fool, Dallas?” We were back to the formalities, and that was never a good sign. Babe, darlin’, beautiful… Those were words that Luke used even when he was growing impatient. Dallas was the name he used when he was pissed, or trying to get a very strong point across. My bet was that he was pissed.