by Kim Jones
“Did you build this?” I asked, my eyes scanning the room and admiring it again.
“Renovated. This is all wood logged by our company. Everything was hand built by myself or guys in our crew, except for the floors-they are original.” Luke grabbed some files and walked to me, leaning down to kiss my head. “Be back in a few.”
“Why did you get dressed up for a conference call?” I asked, wondering if I should expect someone to bust through the door.
“You never know who might pop in,” he said winking as he exited through a door that I guessed connected to his father’s office.
I knew that feeling. I had once gone to my office late after leaving the gym and like an idiot, I left the door unlocked, making it very convenient for two clients to show up unexpected and catch me in my sports bra and leggings. I grabbed a magazine off the table and began flipping through the pages, trying to kill time until Luke was finished. The warmth from the fire and the serene atmosphere made me yawn, stretching my arms and legs out. I curled up and closed my eyes. I would rest, just for a minute.
I felt the chair dip beneath me and opened my eyes to find Luke sitting beside me. His back was to me and I admired the way his muscles flexed as he stretched to pull my heels off of my feet. I quickly closed my eyes, figuring Luke was trying to make me more comfortable while I slept as he worked a little longer. I had no idea of the time or how long he had been gone. My best guess was about thirty minutes. I felt him stand and was ready to drift back off to sleep when he grabbed my legs and flipped me, pulling me to him. My eyes shot open and I saw that Luke was on his knees on the floor in front of me, my legs open to him as much as my tight skirt would allow.
“I love watching you sleep,” he said low, kissing my left knee and running his hands up my skirt. So much for taking a nap. My heart began to beat heavy in my chest at the anticipation of what was to come. Luke was going to fuck me in his office. I knew this like I knew my name was Dallas Knox; and I couldn’t fucking wait.
I began moving my hips, and my hands found my breasts through my thin shirt. I had never felt hornier in my life. There was something about him, and the fire, and this office that just turned me on. He pulled his lips from my leg and watched me as my back arched off the chair when my fingers found my hard nipples. Luke’s grip tightened on my thighs. His lips parted and I could see his breathing had quickened.
“Is it me you’re thinking about?” he asked, eyeing me; daring me to say otherwise.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Luke. I want you to bury that big cock inside me and fill me with cum. I want to feel you all day. Every time your cum seeps out of me, I want to think about this moment and remember how it felt.” The look of shock on Luke’s face and the stillness of his body did not go unnoticed to me. Hell, even I was shocked at the words that were coming out of my mouth.
“I need you,” I breathed, and watched in awe as Luke went from a man in shock to predator. My breathing was hard and heavy, so I wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but I swear that I heard him growl.
I squealed as Luke’s hands grabbed the slit in the front of my skirt and ripped it up to my waist. He climbed between my legs and grabbed my blouse, ripping the delicate fabric and sending the buttons flying across the room. I heard the stitching tear on my lace bra as he forced the cups below my breast. He roughly took them in his hands, and I thought I would come just from his touch. With just as much vigor, but managing to salvage his clothes, he sat up and pulled his button down shirt over his head, taking the white t-shirt beneath it too. My hands immediately went to the hard muscles on his chest. His skin was hot and smooth, his heart beating fast under my fingers. Luke pulled his pants down just enough to free himself and leaned back on top of me, moving my panties to the side and guiding his now fully erect cock into my throbbing wetness. He grabbed me under my knee, raising my leg up and sank deep inside me. Our moans of pleasure echoed through the room as he moved harder and faster with each stroke. I held onto his arms, digging my fingernails into the warm flesh.
“Harder. Harder,” I breathed, needing to feel him deeper inside me. I felt the familiar twinge of pain as he rocked harder and I welcomed it. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to know that he was real. I would be without him soon and I needed something to hold onto. Not being able to walk was a good reminder that Luke Carmical was most definitely real.
“Damn, baby. I’m gonna hurt you,” Luke said, his brow furrowed in worry, yet he didn’t slow his pace.
“I want to hurt. I want to feel you, even when you aren’t here,” I said, sharing my thoughts with him.
“Fuck, I love you. I want to fuck you on your knees,” he said, a drop of sweat from his head hitting my face. I wanted to lick it, to taste his sweat, but he had pulled out of me and gripped my waist, flipping me onto my stomach. I pulled my knees up beneath me and arched my ass in the air, my face on the cushion below me. Luke grabbed my panties and slid them down my thighs, leaving them just above my knees. He placed his hands on my ass cheeks, opening me up to him.
“Hard?” he asked, pressing his cock against me.
“Hard,” I confirmed. My body was relaxed and waiting for him. Sweat covered my face and my hair was a tangled mess. My breath came in short gasps and my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it. I shook with excitement and nervousness. I remembered what it felt like to be really fucked by Luke and now I had the feeling he might have been holding back. My dirty talk and demands of harder sex had Luke in a frenzy. He knew I wanted this, because I told him. He knew I could handle it, because I had before, and the word “hard” I had breathed only moments before was the only go ahead he needed.
When Luke slammed into me, I thought for sure that I had made a mistake. He was deeper than I had ever felt him. The slight pinch I usually felt was now a deep soreness that caused me to instinctively pull away. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him. He reached his hand around me and his skilled fingers found my clit and begin to massage the small cluster of nerves. The pain was forgotten as I became focused on the sensation building inside me.
“That’s right, baby. Just relax,” he said moving his fingers in the same rhythm that he was moving his hips. “I’m gonna move my hand. I want you to touch yourself.”
I shook my head, disagreeing with him. It felt better when he did it. My body responded to his touch differently than it did my own. He slowed a little then rammed into me, sending me a message. My eyes bugged out of my head and I lost my breath, but my hand moved beneath me and found his. He took my hand in his and moved our fingers over my clit. I came hard around Luke’s cock and he moved his hand from under me. He gripped my waist and lifted me slightly, taking the sensation to a new level of pleasure. I screamed in ecstasy as he found that sweet spot inside me and moved his cock over it again and again.
“I’m gonna make sure my cum is so deep inside you, you will feel it for days. This sweet pussy is mine, Dallas, and while I’m gone I won’t think of anything other than how it feels when my cock is buried inside you.”
My toes curled and my muscles jerked at Luke’s confession. His voice was so smooth and deep and I would have given five orgasms to see his face right now, but I couldn’t move. The feeling was so good, I didn’t want to do anything, but lay here and let him fuck me until I passed out. His voice filled my ears as he moved in and out of me in a rhythm so hard and fast that my whole body moved each time he slammed into me. My fingers worked faster on my sensitive clit while he moved over that perfect spot inside me.
“Come for me, Dallas,” he demanded of me through gritted teeth. He was about to explode, I could feel it. I pushed my body back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. When his hand left my hip and landed hard on my ass, I lost it. I couldn’t hear his moans over my own, but I could feel him pulsating inside me.
He stayed buried in me a long time after that. His hands trailed up and down my back, my ass and my thighs as he soothed me until my breathing calmed. When he pulled out of me,
the emptiness I felt in my gut almost made me cry. How could I be so attached to this man? I was head over heels in love with him and every day I loved him a little more. He pulled my panties back up my legs and lay down beside me. I straightened my legs and groaned at the stiffness in them.
“I love you,” Luke said, taking my face in his hands and showing me the sincerity in his eyes.
“I love you too, baby,” I said, rewarding him with my smile that he loved so much. He tilted my head and covered my lips with his. The kiss started slow and sweet, but after a few seconds, his tongue was buried deep in my mouth, kissing me passionately. He tasted amazing; his sweat and cologne mixing together to form a perfect concoction. The kiss softened and soon his lips were all over my face, caressing my eyes and nose and chin. He took a deep, staggering breath and I tried to read the emotions on his face.
“We need to go, babe. We still have some running to do and I need to get back to the house.” I nodded at him, wishing we could just stay on this chair in his office forever. Remembering where we were, I covered myself as best as I could with my hands and glanced around the room.
“Shit, Luke! What if someone would have come in here?” I said, panicking slightly at the thought of his father catching us in the act.
“Door’s locked, babe,” he said, trying to hide his smile.
“Well, they wouldn’t have had to come inside to hear us!” Now, how fucking embarrassing would that have been?
“You weren’t too worried about it when you were screaming my name,” Luke said, smirking. Asshole. I blushed, remembering how loud and verbal I had been only a short while ago. Changing the subject seemed like a pretty good tactic at this point.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I said, looking down at my skirt that was now in shreds. I stood up shakily and unbuttoned my skirt, removing it completely from my body. My blouse had been torn too and I removed it as well, leaving me in only my panties and bra. Luke joined me and pulled his pants over his hips, finding my lack of attire quite amusing. He grabbed his shirts from the floor, separating them and handing me his blue button up.
“Here, babe, it will be just like a dress,” he said winking at me and making me smile. I slipped the thick fabric over my head and inhaled. It was like carrying Luke with me in my pocket. He would never get this shirt back, and I would never wash it.
I looked up at Luke to see him watching me with a crooked smile. I was sure I looked a mess. Of course, Luke looked amazing. His white t-shirt fitting his arms tightly and his khaki pants without a wrinkle, despite the fact that they had been around his ankles. I tried to smooth my hair with my hands, but Luke grabbed my arms, pinning them to my sides and kissed my nose.
“You look beautiful.” He held my hand in one of his and my shoes in the other. “You want these?” he asked holding them up.
“No, I’ll go barefoot.” He smirked, and shook his head. He was obviously surprised at my nonchalance about walking outside without shoes. Were we not in the south? Didn’t people do that all the time?
Chapter 9
Dallas
After the gas fireplace was turned off and the office was dark, Luke led us outside. I noticed how his eyes scanned the streets as he pulled me behind him. At first, I didn’t see the man on the street because he was shielded from view by Luke’s truck.
“Hey man, this yo’ truck?” Luke moved in front of me and watched as the young, stocky guy covered in tattoos walked casually around the hood of the truck like he owned it. “That sure is a pretty piece of ass you got behind you. I ain’t seen a bitch that hot in years. How much you charging, baby?” he asked, peaking around Luke to get a better view of me. Of course. He thought I was a prostitute.
“Not what ya think, man. This is my girl, and since you didn’t know that, I’m gonna let that shit you’re talking slide. Now kick rocks.” Motorcycle President LLC, was hot. VP of Carmical Construction Lucas, was hot. Street Luke? This motherfucker was smoldering. I had to remind myself that we were in public and this was not the best time to jump his bones; especially since I was already being rendered as a whore.
“Ya girl, huh? Yeah, that’s what I say when I have a bitch that I don’t want to share too. What’s he paying you, honey?” he asked, looking around at me again. “Hmm? Promising you an apartment to be exclusive for him? Shit, baby. I’d buy you a fucking house if you come with me.”
I wanted to say something, but Luke moved before I had the chance. I watched in horror as Luke closed the ten feet of distance between them. The guy threw his hands up as Luke got closer, given him a perfect shot to his dirty face. Blood splattered the hood when Luke’s fist connected with the man’s nose with a sickening crunch. When the man lost his balance, Luke caught him and landed several more blows to his face. I was frozen in place, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
“If I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you,” Luke said, bringing the guys face close to his. “You see that girl?” Luke had the man by the front of the shirt and jerked him so he could face me. The man nodded his head, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. “That’s my girl, and if you ever talk to her, smile at her or even look at her, I’ll break your fucking neck.” Luke let the man go with a push and he fell to the ground.
I stood in shock at the events that had just taken place before me. If I didn’t know before, I knew now that Luke was completely and utterly unmerciful when it came to my safety. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the driver’s side of the truck. I stumbled over my feet that were being scorched by the asphalt-not able to take my eyes off the man. Luke grabbed me and hurled me into the truck, stepping in behind me and slamming the door. The engine roared to life and we pulled away. I sat frozen next to him, the events running through my head over and over. I was slightly frightened of Luke. I knew he would never hurt me, but I couldn’t believe the way he hit that man. If he was capable of doing that to a man that only spoke to me, what would he do to Frankie? What had he done to Frankie? He had him in his sights for days before they released him. How could he do this to a man that barely looked at me, yet let a man live that did much more than that? Was it really because of Maddie?
I realized in that moment, as I watched the passing traffic that no one, including Luke, knew about what happened that night-only what they saw. Maybe it was the sight of the brutal beating, or the fact that Luke was leaving and I didn’t know when he would be back, but I suddenly felt compelled to tell him-everything. He told me he would listen if I ever wanted to talk, and that I needed to talk about it.
I looked at Luke’s grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles had turned bone white and looked like they would protrude from his skin at any minute. His face was set in stone. The loving look and beautiful smile he wore only minutes before was now gone. It was replaced with a look of anger and disgust. I chickened out, knowing that if I said anything it would only piss him off more. I didn’t want to see a recap of what just happened, especially in the confined space of his truck which left him only two things to beat the shit out of-me and the dashboard.
We were on the highway, headed toward my house when Luke spoke, breaking me from my thoughts.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” I turned in my seat to look at him. His face had softened somewhat, but he still looked mad as hell.
“You didn’t scare me,” I said, lying.
“Stop lying. You suck at it.” Luke was now smiling, his anger forgotten. He grabbed my hand and tugged on it, gently pulling me into him.
“I didn’t like the way he talked to you. I didn’t like the way he looked at you. I will not tolerate any shit like that in my presence. He is lucky.”
“Lucky?” I gasped, looking at him like he was crazy. “You call that lucky? Luke, you practically smashed his face in.” My voice was now rising as I stared at Luke who didn’t seem to care about my outburst.
“I didn’t smash his face in. Stop being so dramatic, babe. He deserved a lot worse. I tried to warn him, but he is the on
e who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.” Our argument had taken a turn and I could feel the air in the cab of the truck thicken. I was taking up for this guy and Luke was taking note. I was such a bitch. I had not even thanked him for putting himself on the line for me. He was standing in front of his business for crying out loud! I knew that was the one place he didn’t want act a fool in front of.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I decided to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand. I should be thanking Luke for being such a man and looking out for me; not giving him shit about defending my honor.
“Thank you. I hate that it happened in front of your office, but I’m glad you were there and I’m glad he got the hell beat out of him, and you are right-he did deserve worse.” As I said the words, I realized how much truth they held. My intentions were only to tell him this to smooth things over, but now I knew that Luke had done exactly what I expected him to do. His grip around my waist tightened and he tucked me further into him.
“I love you, babe. I’ll do anything it takes to protect you. I figure, now is just as good of a time as any to tell you what the next few weeks of your life are gonna be like.” I stilled at his words; this couldn’t be good.
“When I leave, I want you to stay at my house. Red will be there too, along with Maddie and all the other ol’ ladies. You have met most of them. There won’t be anyone there who doesn’t wear a patch or belong to the club. No women you don’t know or men that I don’t trust. I want you to work from home until I get back. If you have to go to town, take someone with you, but it better be important. I know it sounds extreme, but if you are there then I know you are safe, and that’s one less thing for me to worry about.”
