I walked into the kitchen to find him leaning on the counter with his head in his hands. Something was wrong. “Hey baby, everything okay?” I asked, walking over to him. He lifted his head and smiled, but I could see the worry in his eyes.
“Yeah, baby. I’m good. Look at you,” Luke said gesturing with his hand at me. “You look gorgeous. Although, I’m gonna miss the sight of you in my t-shirts and shorts,” he said. He pulled me to him and buried his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up, wrapping my legs around him. He readjusted his grip, but still kept his face buried in my neck. This was not working out like I thought it would.
“Dallas, we need to talk,” he said never looking up.
Oh shit. He called me Dallas, not ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ or ‘darlin’-just Dallas. I couldn’t answer him. I tried to unwrap my legs from around him, but he tightened his grip on my thighs and held me in place.
“I have to leave town for a few days. I should be back by Monday, Tuesday at the latest. I know I told you I would be here, but I’ve been putting it off and I have to go.”
I breathed an audible sigh of relief and smiled. I managed to pull my head back and his face away from my neck so I could look at him.
“That’s fine, baby. You have been great, but I’m good. I promise. I was actually thinking about inviting the ladies over to my place for a pool party. This is probably the last week that we can swim before the weather gets cold.” That was the thing about Mississippi, the weather was always unpredictable. It was the middle of October, yet it felt like June.
“I am undeserving of you,” Luke said right before crushing his mouth to mine. His tongue ran over my lips begging for permission and I opened my mouth inviting him in. His kiss was hard and deep. His fingers dug into my thighs then moved to my ass, kneading it. I needed this so bad. It had been days, and I didn’t think that I would ever get enough to make up for it. I was expecting him to carry me into the bedroom, but instead he sat me on the counter, pushing the day’s mail to the floor and laying me on my back. With two hands, he grabbed the middle of my dress and ripped it, splitting it down the middle. I gasped in surprise and delight. Shit, he could turn me on.
“I’ll buy you another one,” was all he said before his mouth was on my stomach, kissing his way up to my breasts. His greedy hands already had my bra off and thrown to the floor by the time he made it to my nipples. He sucked hard causing my back to arch off the counter in pleasure. This was rough, and exactly what I needed. His thumbs hooked into the thin lace of my panties and shredded them. He added them to the discarded clothes on the floor, which now consisted of his shirt and my bra. My dress still lay underneath me, open in the front as if I were wearing a bath robe.
Luke’s mouth found my aching center and with just as much aggressiveness as his kisses, his tongue invaded me. I screamed, and writhed and came with pure ecstasy and pleasure. I was still coming down from my orgasm when he grabbed me under my arms, lifting me from the counter and pulled me to the floor, leaving my dress. I needed him inside me. “Please, Luke,” I moaned. It had been too long.
“Please, what, Dallas? Tell me what you want.”
I take back what I said earlier. I loved hearing him call me by my name. “I want you to fuck me,” I said breathlessly. His mouth was unrelenting; kissing everything on me and all I could do was moan and throw my head back. The kitchen floor was hard, but at that moment, I was floating on air.
“How do you want it, baby?” Luke asked in my favorite raspy voice.
“I don’t care, Luke. Just give it to me.” He pulled away from me and sat back on his knees between my legs.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded. I let my hands drift to my breasts, rolling my nipples between my thumb and fingers, pulling on them hard. I ran my hands down my stomach then over my lips, down to my entrance. I inserted a finger and it felt so good that I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, throwing my head back again. The thrill of touching myself in front of him nearly had me coming apart.
“Fuck, you are so hot, and all mine.”
I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. He was so sexy sitting there with his fists clenched like he was trying to hold back from touching me. His arms were flexed and his muscles bulged, showing several veins running down his arms, weaving in between his tattoos.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up so that I was face to face with him. He took the finger that was inside me only moments ago and placed it in his mouth, sucking my juices off of my own hand. I quivered with excitement. Everything he did turned me on, and he just kept getting sexier. Too soon, he pulled my finger from his mouth and kissed the tip of it before standing gracefully in front of me.
“Undress me.” I instantly dropped to my knees in front of him. He stood over me with his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans looking down at me on the floor at his feet. I took a moment to look at him, memorizing every curve of his arms, every ripple of his abs, and every line of his tattoos. He was the epitome of male perfection.
I looked directly in front of me. My position made me eye level with his crotch. Oh my. When I pulled his pants and underwear down, he sprang free and I was greeted by his impressive length. It looked like it had grown since I had seen it last. I could feel my thighs moistened from the wetness of my center. I took him in my hand, rubbing the soft satiny skin back and forth between my fist. I leaned forward, circling my tongue around the head and almost came apart when a moan escaped his lips. I looked up to see his head leaning back while his hand grabbed the back of my head and encouraged me to go deeper. I pulled him into my mouth, sucking until he reached the back of my throat.
I remembered doing this exact same thing to him, in this exact same position, only weeks ago, but this time he was letting me do it on my own. I was about to remove my hand and let him guide me as he had done before, when he pulled out of my mouth and pulled my hair, wanting me to stand. Shit, this was hot. He took my hand once I was on my feet and led me to the living room.
Before I knew what was happening, I was thrown over the couch and he was at my entrance. “I have wanted you so bad these past few days,” he whispered behind me, his voice was soft and smooth once again. His fingers ran the length of my back while my ass was arched up in front of him. He trailed a finger down my ass and when it got there, he pushed with just the tiniest amount of pressure. I scrambled to get up and away. I had done a lot of things in my life, but that was not one of them. First, it freaked me the hell out. Second, it just wasn’t natural, and I forgot the third when his finger moved to my clit, rubbing small circles over it.
“Tell me whose this is, Dallas,” he said stroking me.
“Yours,” I answered through a moan. Fuck, I loved it when he said that. He slipped his finger inside of me and began moving it in and out with ease.
“Who does your body belong to, Dallas?”
“You,” I managed to say again.
“All of it?” he asked smoothly.
“You, Luke. I belong to you, all of me,” I said pushing back against his finger.
He could move just a little faster. He removed his finger and trailed it back up to the forbidden place on my body. His large hand was in the middle of my back keeping me pinned down so that I couldn’t move. “Don’t move, Dallas, or I will hurt you and I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was like sugar to a diabetic or drugs to an addict. I craved it. He was hypnotizing me with his voice, and I would have let him fuck me in the ear had he asked.
His finger was slick with my juices but he never put it inside me, just applied pressure to the outside of me, which wasn’t that bad, but still mortifying. I was sure that I must have fallen and hit my head because what he was doing actually felt good.
“Put your knees up on the arm of the couch,” he said stepping back, away from me.
Shit. This would, for sure, fully expose me. If he hadn’t approached me there, then I would have been fine with it.
“Now, Dallas,” his da
rk voice demanded. With shaky arms, I leaned up and pulled my knees up so that they were on the arm of the couch and my ass was open for all to see. I buried my face in my hands, embarrassed but totally turned on. “Baby, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful and to know that there is somewhere that only I have touched you, does something to me. I want to own every inch of you, baby, and I will, but I don’t want you to ever feel ashamed or embarrassed about yourself. You’re perfect.” His words were sincere, but they did absolutely nothing to reassure me.
I wasn’t embarrassed of my body. I wasn’t ashamed of how I looked; it was just the thought of him wanting to touch me there that had my stomach in knots. I wanted to just say “my ass is off limits” but for some reason, I couldn’t. Maybe that’s what was bothering me. I think I actually wanted this.
Luke grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him. I turned my face to kiss him as he reached around and grabbed my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers just as I had done. He pulled me off the arm of the couch, and with my back still to him, leaned me over once more and eased inside of me. He moved slowly, waiting for me to become accustomed to him once again, and when I began pushing against him, he picked up speed. He was thrusting in and out of me and all I could do was beg for more.
“Fuck me harder, Luke,” I cried.
“Fuck, baby,” he responded pushing into me harder and faster. Both of his hands were on my hips as he slammed into me, over and over. I came again and again as he pounded into me. My body was limp, lying across the couch, but I managed to turn my head so that he could hear my pleas.
“Please, don’t stop. It feels so good. Please, Luke.” He placed his hands on each side of my ass, spreading me open as he ground into me harder. I didn’t think it could get any better, but the feeling intensified. He placed his thumb where his finger had been earlier and applied pressure and I came once again. As I did, he slipped a finger inside me, and the feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. I screamed loudly, my climax coursing through my body. I felt Luke still inside of me as he leaned over and rained kisses down my back. His arms were beside him supporting his weight and he stayed like that, kissing me across my neck and back until his breathing returned to normal.
“You still alive, baby?” Luke asked from behind me. I grunted in response. I didn’t think my mouth could form words. Luke laughed. “Shower?” I nodded my head in agreement. “You want me to carry you?” he asked still laughing. Once again, I nodded. He scooped me into his arms and carried my lifeless body into the bathroom.
“When are you leaving?” I asked once we were in the shower and the hot water had somewhat pulled me from fully sated state.
“In the morning. You’ll be able to reach me on my phone if you need anything,” he said, back in the mood he was in prior to our sexual escapade.
“Can I ask where you’re going?” I asked cautiously. I didn’t want to push him, but it would be nice to know. I was hoping he would tell me of his own free will, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
“A chapter from another state has come into our territory. I have some issues with them from years back, and we are going to get a handle on the situation before it gets out of hand.” He said the words as if he were reading from a book. He continued to wash his hair with his back to me.
“Are they the red and gray people?” When his body stilled, I had my answer. He turned around and smiled at me.
“Want me to wash your hair?” With that, I knew the subject was closed.
I decided that since Luke would be leaving in the morning, I would spend the rest of the day with him and go home Saturday. I had called Red and invited her and the others to come over. I’m not sure if they were coming because they wanted to or because Luke told them to, but they would be there around noon tomorrow nonetheless.
Red had called all of them for me and assured me that they were all excited about coming. I knew she would lie for them, but I didn’t care. I was hoping that this gathering would get me the information that I needed. I had also called Lindsey, who claimed to be ecstatic about seeing me, as if I didn’t talk to her every day.
She was doing a great job running the place and I had already notified Maria, in payroll, of her salary increase, which was probably why she was being so nice.
“So, what do you want to do today?” Luke asked during lunch, which consisted of a bowl of canned soup and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He seriously needed some groceries.
“I would really like to go for a ride, just to get out of the house for a while,” I said, slurping up my last bit of soup. I would have to hit the gym hard next week. I had gained back the weight that I had lost and then some.
“On the bike?” Luke asked turning to me.
“Yes, on the bike. I have some jeans in my luggage that I have completely ignored since I have been here.”
“You sure you feel up to it?” he asked eyeing me warily. How hard could it be to sit and ride?
“Positive. I need some sunshine,” I said giving him my winning smile.
“Well, how can I say no to that face?” he said leaning over and kissing my head. “Go get dressed and I’ll get this,” he said clearing the dishes from the counter.
I hurried to the bedroom to dig out my suitcase that Luke had buried in the closet. Maybe he would take me to the beach or something. I could already feel the sand beneath my toes. I would bring my bikini along just in case. Chances are though, some girl’s lingering eyes will cause me to go crazy and I’ll have to make Luke put his clothes back on to keep me from slapping someone. I found my suitcase at the back of Luke’s closet, on top of some boxes.
Beside my suitcase, I found a small cardboard box with my name written on it. This must be the paperwork that I brought with me to Tupelo. I’m not sure why I opened the box. I had already convinced myself that the contents were nothing more than a bunch of file folders, but I opened it anyway. What I found inside, changed mine and Luke’s relationship completely.
“Dallas.” I heard Luke call from the other room. It sounded as if he was calling to me from across the yard instead of from the kitchen. I sat on the floor of the closet in a daze, holding up photos of me over the past several months; photos that had been taken long before I had met Luke. One of me leaving my job, playing with Neo in the front yard, meeting a client at a restaurant; there were hundreds of them.
Other than the photos, there was the code to get in my gate at home, my birth date, social security number, names of my family members, phone numbers, and two keys-one to my car and one to my home. I never heard Luke walk into the room, but I could sense that he was behind me.
“What are you doing?” he asked angrily. I jerked my head around in shock and met his face. His sinister look took me even more by surprise. Was he seriously mad at me for finding this?
“What am I doing? Well, it looks like I’m taking a trip down memory lane. Please, tell me this is an amnesia box that I gave you permission to put together while I was out of it,” I said venomously.
“It’s none of your business. I don’t appreciate you snooping through my house.”
“None of my business?! Are you fucking kidding me? The photos are of me! This is my personal information!” I screamed. My body was shaking with rage. Luke was about to see why I was so hated. I was on my feet and in his face before he could speak. “Why the fuck do you have this?” I yelled at him through gritted teeth.
“Why are you going through my shit?” he yelled back. Why was he so pissed about me finding it? It was me who had the right to be angry.
“It’s my shit!” I screamed back at him. “Now tell me what you are doing with it!”
“I’m not telling you a fucking thing. I trusted you to stay in my house and you do this? I would never invade your privacy like that, Dallas,” he said trying to regain his composure and failing miserably.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I da
mn sure didn’t go digging for it! It practically fell into my lap!” I was confused. He had placed my suitcase right next to it. I figured he wanted me to find it, and if he didn’t, maybe he should have been a little more careful.
“You’re a fucking liar,” he said to me, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than he was me. I stumbled back at his comment like he had slapped me.
“I can’t believe that you just said that,” I said in a barely audible voice.
“Get out of my house,” he said with a coldness in his voice that I had never heard. I stood there with my heart broken into a million pieces. I didn’t care about why he had the photos. I didn’t care that the history of my life was scattered all over the floor of his closet. All that mattered to me in that moment was the fact that he no longer wanted me. I wanted to beg him to forgive me. I wanted to tell him that I was not lying and to please, believe me. My heart might have been broken beyond repair, but my pride was still intact.
I knew this was the end for us. I knew that things would never go back to the way they were. Luke had shown his true colors and what had started out as a one night stand between us, had turned into a nightmare. I would leave and he would not see me cry.
I grabbed my suitcase from the floor, leaving the box behind. I didn’t even want to look at it. I made it to the kitchen, still hoping for him to call my name, but he never did. Grabbing my keys and my cell phone off of the counter, I walked out of his house and shut the door behind me. I was losing the greatest thing that I had ever had.
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