Saving Dallas

by Jones, Kim

  There was no artwork on the walls because in the two years I had lived here, I had never been able to make up my mind on exactly what it was I wanted. “And the bathroom here has the most amazing shower….” I trailed off. Luke was staring at me with a dubious look on his face. “What?” I asked, totally confused.

  “Magic?” he asked me, in that way that made me feel like there was no right answer.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, noticing for the first time the darkness in his eyes.

  “You said this was where the magic happens. I thought you weren’t in a relationship,” he said piercing me with his darkened stare.

  “I’m not Luke. I was just joking. I guess it was a figure of speech?” I said not even convincing myself.

  “Do you make a habit out of bringing strangers to your house only to ridicule them by leading them on, and then suggesting that you make ‘magic’ happen in a bedroom that you sleep in every night?”

  Woh... What the hell had happened to him? “No, Luke I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “Well just what in the hell did you mean, Dallas?” he snapped at me causing me to jerk my head back like I had just been slapped. “Look, it’s been fun but I’m not into playing your game. I won’t share and I won’t be taunted by you and stories of your ex-lovers while in this god-forsaken house,” he said, raising his voice staring at me as if I had two heads. What the hell was happening? He had done a complete one-eighty in less than a minute.

  “Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re scaring me,” I admitted.

  In two steps he was in front of me, grabbing my face and kissing me hard. It happened so fast I didn’t even have time to step away from him, not that I wanted to. I returned his kiss with just as much determination. Kissing him made me lose my mind, and this time I was not going to let him get away. I grabbed his neck, pulling him further deepening the kiss. When he pulled away we were both breathing heavy. My lips were bruised and hurting, but I wanted more. I grabbed his neck once again bringing him to my mouth. The moan that escaped my lips must sent him over the edge, because the next thing I knew he had me scooped up in his arms and was throwing me on the bed.

  “Does it turn you own when people scare you Dallas?” he asked, with a look in his eyes like he was ready to kill me. My panties became soaked at the sight of him. Danger did turn me own. It drove me crazy, and he had figured it out.

  “No,” I lied.

  “I think it does. I think you like it when I become jealous and in control. Is that what you want Dallas? Control?” he said in a deep raspy tone that made me let out a sound I didn’t recognize. “Answer the question, Dallas.”

  “No, I want you,” I said, in a yearning, whining voice. Sitting on my ass, leaning back on my elbows with my knees bent, allowed me to see him from his thighs up. I found myself opening and closing my legs constantly, and shuddering from the small relief it gave me.

  “Be still,” he said sternly, making me afraid to breathe. In one swift movement his shirt was off and he was undoing his belt. My mouth went dry when I saw him without his shirt. His body was amazing and the way his muscles bulged, I would have sworn he had just got through bench pressing a Camry, if he had not been with me all day. Slowly he slid his belt off. For a minute I thought he was going to spank me with it, causing my legs to involuntarily come together again to find some relief. “You just can’t sit still can you?” He asked in that dark raspy voice again.

  “I’m sorry,” I replied, my voice coming out too high pitched.

  “Does this turn you on, Dallas?” he asked, holding up the belt in his left hand. I was scared to say anything, so I stared at him, closing my legs together once again hoping that would be answer enough. “Get up,” he said with so much authority in his voice I was sure there was a wet spot where I had been sitting. I scrambled off the bed and stood before him. He threw the belt into a chair by the bed and with more grace than I thought was possible, he climbed in the bed, crossed his ankles, and put his arms behind his head. “Since you can’t sit still, I thought maybe you would put those moves to good use.”

  I started to shed my clothes and climb on top of him, but before I could, he reached over and grabbed the remote off the end table and powered up the Bose stereo on the dresser.

  “Dance for me,” he said with a hint of challenge in his voice. The introduction to My Ruca by Sublime filled the room. Without question, I clambered onto the bed silently thanking the dance gods for the endless classes I had taken in high school and the fact that I had only two articles of clothing on other than my socks. I stood over him straddling his legs allowing my body to move in sequence with the bass as the song started. My body swayed as I turned my back to him and slowly pulled my shirt over my head, never losing rhythm. I let my hair down shaking the soft curls from side to side. I pulled my long hair to the front of my shoulders, just covering my nipples, but still making the bottom part of my breasts visible. I turned to face him once again wearing nothing but his sweats. When I looked down I could see him biting his lip and staring at my chest. The look he gave me fueled my confidence. I looped my fingers into my sweats, dropping them to my ankles making perfect timing with a break in the song.

  Dropping to my knees, I leaned down and started kissing my way up his chest, grinding my ass to the beat of the bass. I could feel his thickness through his pants every time my pussy slid over him. He lifted my chin so I was staring into his eyes, then gathered my hair to one side of my head completely revealing my breasts, and pulled it to lower my mouth to his. Kissing me slowly but passionately, his hips started to flex, moving in rhythm with me. I could feel the dampness of his jeans from my juices, causing the fabric to roughen, intensifying the contact.

  I started to grind harder, forgetting about the song completely, just looking for some kind of release. He sat up quickly and flipped me on my back. Removing the sweats from around my ankles and my socks, he started kissing the inside of my thighs. It felt so good my back arched off the bed. He took his time kissing his way up to my wet center, then when I thought for sure I would die, he ran his tongue between my lips making small circles on my clit. I came loudly, moaning and shuddering. It had been too long since a man had given me an orgasm, and never one this intense.

  Once my moaning ceased he kissed his way up my stomach, making tiny nips with his teeth, and stopping to suck on my sensitive nipples before invading my mouth once again. I could taste my sweet juices on his lips making me want him even more. I looked down to realize he was naked lying on top of me. When did he take off his clothes? Assuming it was during the peak of my orgasm, I decided to not ruin the moment by asking.

  Luke sat back on his heels stroking his massive cock that I knew was going to rip me to pieces. He looked so good on his knees in front of me, completely naked and stroking himself. I could feel my body responding. I was dripping wet and my nipples were so hard they almost hurt.

  “Fuck me. Please.” The yearning I had for his cock had me saying things I had never said. I was begging this man to fuck me, beat me, use me as a slave -- I would have done anything to have him inside me at that moment.

  “Get on your knees.” My breath hitched in my throat at the sound of his deep voice and the direction of order. Not needing to be told twice, I got on all fours crawling bringing me face to face with him. I could see the veins bulging in his neck and hear his ragged breath. “Turn around,” he said, once again in his authoritative voice. I turned around sitting up on my knees bringing my back to his stomach. He grabbed my hip with his hand firmly -- his palm pressing into the side of my ass. I sucked the air in between my teeth, not from enjoyment, but from pain. I had forgotten about the bruises and soreness up until this point. Apparently, Luke did too and mistaking my intake of breath for pleasure instead of agony, he ground harder.

  “Ah! Ah!” I cried, arching my back and slightly pulling away from him. His hand immediately released me then I could feel his thumb rubbing over the top part of m
y ass. He let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed on his back beside me putting his arm over his face.

  “What the fuck am I doing?” he asked all the hot bedroom talk completely out of his voice.

  “Yes, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked him, still on my knees and completely confused.

  “This is wrong. This isn’t me and it’s not you either. I am no better than that sorry bastard I beat the shit out of last night,” he said, still talking with his arm over his eyes and sounding completely defeated.

  “Ok, I’m confused. I want this. I begged for this. What’s the problem?”

  “The problem is I have done things wrong for so long, and with you, I want to do them right.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me!?” I practically screamed. I jumped off the bed and stomped in the bathroom. “Here I am, allowing you to see me naked, twice,” I said sticking my head out of the bathroom to make sure he was listening. He was now sitting up in the bed with a pillow covering up his package. “Then...” I continued while stomping around the bathroom, “I let you sleep with me, but only after you drove me to an undisclosed location. Then I wake this morning to be confronted with Blondie the Bitch, pour my heart and soul out to you, bring you to my house, give you the code to the gate, do a fucking strip tease for you, and you can’t even fuck me?” I was panting by the time I turned the shower on and stepped in. “And now you are on some guilt trip about celibacy. Let me guess, you want to wait twenty dates? Well this is not the ‘forty year old fucking virgin,’” I screamed to the showerhead.

  Suddenly the curtain was snatched open and Luke was standing there in all his glory. “You are cute when you’re mad. First of all…,” he said holding a finger up silencing me when I started to snap on his ass again. “I don’t feel guilty about anything. I just like you, a lot and I want things to be different with us. Secondly, I’m sorry about last night and today. I know things are moving fast, that’s another reason I want to slow down a little. And thirdly, that was the best lap dance I have ever had in my life. Were you once a stripper?” I playfully slapped at him while he laughed at me, my fury gone, replaced with only mild disappointment. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me tenderly.

  “Well, will you at least join me for a shower?” I asked poking my lip out.

  “Babe, nothing could stop me from getting in here with you,” he replied stepping into the shower.

  “Oh yeah?” I reached around cutting off the hot water causing us both to squeal and lose some of that sexual tension that was building between us once again.

  Chapter 5

  A cold shower was just what we both needed. We managed to keep our distance from one another, barely making eye contact. I stepped out of the shower, drying off quickly, and made my way into the walk-in closet -- shutting the door behind me to give Luke some privacy.

  My closet was like stepping into another room. It was every woman’s dream - one hundred square feet of the latest fashion designs around the globe. The room was solid white. The shelves ran from the floor to the ceiling. Both sides were open and covered in everything from jeans to evening gowns. The back wall housed over seventy pair of shoes all set in their own cubicles. A large vanity covered in the finest of perfumes and lotions and lined in studio lights sat in the middle of the room. Built in drawers of endless lingerie, bras, and panties stood on opposite sides of the wall of shoes.

  I selected a black strapless bra with matching panties, a red strapless sundress, and then grabbed a gold pair of sandals to complete the outfit. I dressed in front of the mirror I had custom made to fit perfectly on the back of the door. My toned body had a golden brown tint to it, as a result from spending endless hours lounging naked by the pool. I sat in front of the vanity deciding on applying some black mascara and red lip gloss to my plump lips.

  The girl looking back at me in the mirror seemed to be the happiest I had seen her in a long time. I had a glow about me and my big hazel eyes seemed full of life. I towel dried my hair, running my fingers through it then piled it on top of my head in a messy bun. I was sure it would be dry within the hour. Satisfied with my appearance I walked out of the closet in search of Luke.

  I found Luke in the living room, admiring the mirrors that covered the wall. They were framed in antique wood and made the space seem much larger than it actually was.

  "They were my mothers," I said, standing beside him staring at our reflection in the mirror. “She had them custom made from wood that she found from an old barn.”

  "You look lovely," Luke said, turning to me and planting a sweet kiss on my lips. "But, that outfit is not going to work." I looked back at him, only inches from his face, searching his eyes for a sign of humor hoping he was only kidding. "I'm serious. Go change into some jeans. We are going out on the bike. My goon squad may get a little excited seeing your dress over your head," he said, smiling down at me.

  The thought of riding on a motorcycle with him sent a chill of excitement through me. I bit my lip to try and hide my smile, and was rewarded with a smile from him that spread all the way across his face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. I reached up, planting a peck on his lips.

  "I'll be right back," I said, turning to leave and practically skipping back to my room. I stepped into my closet selecting a pair of dark wash designer skinny jeans and a long black three quarter length shirt that was cut low in the front and belted with a rhinestone belt. I chose a pair of heeled black, boots that covered my calves and headed back to the bathroom to dry my hair.

  Less than fifteen minutes later, I walked back into living room, just as Luke was walking out of the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I noticed the dishes from earlier had been washed and the bar was cleaned off. His eyes roamed over all over my body from my face to my boots. I had decided to leave my hair down and added dark eye shadow and black liner to my eyes giving them a smoky look.

  "You are so fucking sexy," Luke said, sauntering over to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of his face. The stubble around his mouth and chin reminded me of what his face felt like between my legs. I could feel the sexual chemistry forming between us once again. "Why now, at thirty-two years old am I just meeting you?" he asked, still looking at me like he could eat me, which at the time sounded pretty damn good. "I mean, I feel like I have known you all my life. I have always felt like I was missing something in the world, running a step behind, but with you I just feel... whole."

  Hearing a confession like this from him had me thinking I had already fallen in love with this man that I had only known for less than twenty four hours. I almost said it. I almost told him I loved him and I didn't even know his last name. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.

  “I need to get this. Get your stuff. I’ll meet you at the truck,” he said, giving me a wink and heading toward the library.

  I grabbed my clutch and emptied the contents on the table. My cell phone fell out showing I had absolutely no missed calls or messages. It made me sad to know that the only person I spoke to regularly was my assistant, Lindsey. She was the closest thing I had to a friend, although we never talked outside of work. I slipped my credit card, along with a little cash and my license into the back pocket of my jeans and sat my phone back on the table. I walked to the laundry room, making sure Neo had plenty of food and water, and that the dog door was accessible.

  “Dallas!” I heard Luke yell.

  “I’m in here,” I yelled back to him, filling Neo’s bowl with food.

  “Sorry to rush, but you about ready?” Luke asked, coming to grab the large bag out of my hand.

  “Yep, all set,” I said, leading us out of the laundry room and back into the kitchen.

  “Don’t you need your phone?” he asked, holding my cell phone in his hand.

  “Nah, I only use it during the week anyway,” I said nonchalantly.

  “Well what if someone calls?” Luke asked, seeming amused at my lack of need for such a popular piece of technology.
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  “They won’t.” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice as I busied myself in the kitchen avoiding eye contact.

  “Dallas,” Luke said, walking up behind me and turning me to face him. “I never want you to go anywhere without your phone, ever. This is very important, do you understand?” I nodded my head, still keeping my eyes from his. “I’m putting my number in your phone and I’m going to call myself so I have yours.” Less than a minute later I heard his phone ringing in his pocket. “There, now I can talk to you anytime I want,” he said smiling down at me.

  Warmth flooded my body when he reached his hand up to move the hair off my face. He leaned down, kissing my head then grabbed my hand and we headed out.

  As we headed out the drive and back towards Luke’s, I couldn’t resist the temptation of asking him to tell me something about him, even though I had promised not to pry. I decided to keep the conversation light in hopes that he would open up on his own just as I had. “Have you been riding bikes for long?” I asked, turning to him admiring his profile.

  “Ever since I was old enough to climb on one,” he responded smiling. “My grandfather was the founding president of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club. He passed away less than two years ago and since, I have taken over the gavel.”

  “Gavel?” I asked, fully intrigued.

  “The presidency. When he stepped down about 6 months before he passed, we voted that the Vice President be awarded the position. The VP refused and nominated me. Everyone was in agreement, so I was given the presidency and the opportunity to carry on my grandfather’s legacy.”

  “I bet he is very proud of you,” I said, smiling reassuringly.

  “I don’t know about that. Times have changed. My Pops was pretty old school. I don’t think he would agree with some of the decisions I make,” he said to me in a voice not much more than a whisper.