Saving Dallas

by Jones, Kim

  I rubbed his ears and head, then his stomach as he flipped on his back in front of me. I talked to him in that weird, high pitched voice people used when talking to a small child. Soon he became bored, and I was relieved. I didn’t have the strength to play too much. Luke helped me off the floor then grabbed my hand and led me through the house to his bedroom.

  “Bed? Bath? Shower? Couch? What do you want baby?”

  At first I thought he was talking about where I wanted him to make love to me at, but when he saw the look in my eye his demeanor changed.

  “Oh no, I mean do you want to go to bed or take a shower or just lay on the couch.” I liked the first idea better. It was sweet of him to let me know that he was willing to wait while I recovered. I would probably have to beg for it, but right now-even though I trembled at the thought of him touching me. I really needed a shower.

  “Shower,” I said moving towards the bathroom. I looked in the large mirror that covered the wall behind the sink and sighed. How did my body change so much in just three days? It was only Saturday, yet it looked like I had been shut up in a dark hole for months. I was pale, thin and looked nothing like I did the last time I stood in front of his mirror. Had that been almost a week ago?

  “Don’t baby. You look fine,” Luke said coming up behind me and lifting my arms to remove my shirt. He carefully undressed me as I watched unmoving in the mirror. Every time an article of clothing left my body he kissed where it had been. It was so intimate, but not in a sexual way. It was reassuring. I had never lacked confidence, yet when I was with him I felt like I may not be enough. Maybe it was because I had finally found someone who I cared for and cared about what they thought.

  When I was completely naked, Luke turned the shower on and walked up behind me placing his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder; meeting my eyes in the mirror.

  “I love you,” Luke said, never taking his eyes from mine.

  “I love you too,” I said, turning my face so I could kiss his cheek.

  “How about I make us a picnic and we watch a movie on the couch?” he asked smiling. I knew I would probably only make it through the previews but just the thought of cuddling with him made the idea perfect.

  “That would be great.”

  He straightened kissing me on my head, and then left the bathroom. I rummaged through my bags, finding my toiletries and stepped into the steaming shower.

  Maybe I should have stayed another night in the hospital. I was so damn tired. This shit refused to go away. I felt like every ounce of energy I had was gone. I must have used it on our near death experience. At least it went to good use and wasn’t wasted on something like a shower. With a little effort and a lot of time I emerged from the shower shaved and clean for what felt like the first time in eternity. I decided to pamper myself a little even though I didn’t feel like it. I knew I needed it after spending a few days in the hospital. I put an exfoliating mask on my face, lotioned my body and dried and fixed my hair back to its former glory. I found a pair of ridiculously short pajama shorts and a matching tank top. Maybe Luke wouldn’t have any visitors inside tonight.

  When I walked into the living room the scent of popcorn filled the air and I noticed movies scattered all over the couch. Luke was no-where to be seen in the living room, but I found him digging through the cabinets when I came into the kitchen.

  Luke was shirtless and wore only a pair of sexy pajama pants that had my mouth watering. The muscles in his back flexed as he reached in the top cabinet to try and find something that must have been shoved to the back.

  “You need a chair or something?” I asked mesmerized by the way his body looked doing something as simple as grabbing something out of the cabinet. I tried to keep my focus on anything but him. My panties were already wet at the thought of my nails running down his back as he drove into me.

  “Nah, I got it. You have to hide shit around here or everyone…” He trailed off when he closed the cabinet door and his eyes found my body. They started at my face that was framed by my shiny brown hair, then to my hard nipples that poked out of the thin material of my top, onto my short shorts and down my smooth legs to my bare feet.

  “Damn baby. You trying to kill me?” he asked, finding my face with his eyes once again.

  I bit my lip and shook my head, praying it would be enough to convince him that I wasn’t that sick. I could tell he was struggling. He didn’t want to be too forward or make me feel like all he wanted was sex, but I could tell by the burning look in his eyes that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

  I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. The stretching movement caused my shorts to rise and make the cheeks of my barely covered ass tingle from the air in the room. Luke placed his hands on my waist-a safe area-and shook his head at me. “This is not what I had in mind baby. I just want to take care of you,” Luke said in a low voice.

  “Then take care of me. Please, baby. I need this. I need you,” I begged looking up at him desperately. He groaned in defeat as his lips found mine. I wasted no time invading his mouth with my tongue. I have missed this. Damn he tasted good. Luke reached around me and slid his hands under my shorts. He groaned when he found the bare flesh hanging out the bottom of my panties and squeezed tighter lifting me and wrapping my legs around him.

  My hands roamed his face and shoulders while my tongue caressed his as he carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me down and climbed on top of me.

  “Make love to me Luke, “I breathed, tilting my head back to let him kiss my throat and neck. He raised my shirt and found my hard nipples and took them into his mouth. I moaned loudly as he gently sucked each one while kneading his hands into my thighs and waist then up my stomach and finally in my hair.

  “You drive me crazy,” he said taking my mouth over with his. I lifted myself up off the bed, trying to find something of his I could grind into. I needed that connection or I would explode. His hand found the elastic band on my shorts and was instantly inside rubbing me softly through my panties.

  “Fuck you are so wet.” He sat up on his knees in between my legs and looked down on me. My stomach arched off the bed with my deep breathing. I was completely breathless and it had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to me three days ago, but it had everything to do with the man looking down at me. Everything about Luke turned me on; the tattoos that ran down his perfectly sculpted arms, the abs that were so cut you could count each once, the strong chest that rose and fell with every breath he took. But these were nothing compared to the eyes that were looking so deep into mine, I felt like he could read my mind. I could see all the way to his soul through his eyes. I could measure the depth of his love for me; endless as the ocean.

  The look on his face was that of need and compassion. He looked at me like this each time he made love to me, and each time it made me feel more important to him than the last. I knew this was going to be amazing. I knew just by the look in his eyes that he was going to prove how much he loved me and how sorry he was that he couldn’t be there for me by making love to me in a way that only he could.

  Luke seemed to remember what he was doing and slid my shorts down my legs taking my panties with them. I was left in nothing but my tank top lying on the bed beneath him. He leaned down over me, pressing his length against my opening. My breath caught in my throat at the anticipation of what was to come.

  “I would move heaven and earth for you Dallas. I will spend the rest of my days making you happy. I have loved before, but never like this.”

  He rested his weight on his arms and leaned down so that his forehead was touching mine and we were nose to nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of him.

  “I need you Dallas,” he whispered to me. My heart clenched at the desperation in his voice.

  “Please,” I begged although I had no idea what I was begging for; for him to be inside me, for him to keep wooing me with his words, for him to never leave? He kissed me as he slowly in
ched inside my tight walls. I felt myself expand beneath him and once again, I felt whole.

  He moved inside of me slowly, taking care not to hurt me or make me uncomfortable. This is what I loved about this man. He was always so thoughtful. I knew he cherished me just by the way he touched me.

  Soon he was buried deep inside me and my body rocked against his. The passion and love that was shared between us was like none other I had witnessed. I would be for this man whatever he needed and him for me. My nails dug into the skin of his back and his answering growl only made me dig deeper. He pumped into me over and over bringing me to an orgasm that had my whole body convulsing. I moaned loudly into his mouth and when he felt me open completely he drove harder, saying my name as he collapsed on top of me.

  Completely sated and never more comfortable, I laid lifeless on the bed as Luke dressed me, then carried me into the living room and laid down on the couch with me on top of him.

  “Comfortable?” he asked. I slid my body in front of his and he flipped on his side and pulled my back to his chest. I laid my head on his arm and snuggled into him, giving him absolutely no room; he didn’t seem to mind.

  “What you want to watch?” he asked placing a kiss on the side of my head.

  “A comedy,” I said yawning.

  “Still tired?”

  “Uh-huh,” my eyelids becoming heavy. I waited for a smart-ass remark that never came. Luke pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over us. He slid his hand under my shirt and splayed it on my stomach like he had done so many times before. I found a little more room between us and pushed closer. He chuckled in my ear. I closed my eyes and although I was tired I couldn’t sleep. I listened throughout the movie as Luke’s breathing slowed and within an hour he was sleeping soundly.

  I finished the movie, wide awake and even watched the credits. I was becoming restless. I didn’t want to do anything, but I was tired of just laying here and my eyes were beginning to hurt from watching the T.V. at a side angle.

  I slid from the couch, careful not to disturb Luke, and wondered into the kitchen. The cold popcorn was still on the bar. I grabbed the jug of milk out of the refrigerator and headed down the hall to the Harley Room. The large bike was centered in the room as always and I walked around surveying everything about it. Just like a child on a toy isle at Wal-Mart, the urge to climb on it was just too much. I sat the milk down on the tool box and slid on the seat, praying it wouldn’t turn over.

  Before long, noises that resembled a sport bike, definitely not a Harley, were coming from my mouth. My mind took a trip back in time when I was a child and my cousin Mikey and I would race imaginary cars under my grandmother’s carport. I wondered where Mikey was now. I should definitely give him a call.

  I decided I had played enough and slid off the motorcycle grabbing my jug of milk and taking a huge gulp. I leaned up against the tool box, thoughts of Luke fucking me on this motorcycle, wearing nothing but his vest, running through my head. I felt something move and noticed the tool box had wheels on it. Curious, I looked down and saw a seam in the floor that wasn’t visible until the box moved. I couldn’t help it. I moved the tool box a few inches further and found a latch to what I guessed was a trap door. What if he had bodies down there? Or maybe he ran a sex slave operation. I bet it housed millions of dollars’ worth of cash and cocaine along with guns. I could see Mexican women dressed in nothing but lingerie wearing face masks while cutting the dope for him.

  I knelt down running my hand back and forth across the latch. This was wrong. I shouldn’t do this. I was invading Luke’s privacy. I made a split decision that whatever was under there would go unknown to me as I quickly pulled the tool box back and grabbed my milk. I turned to get the hell out of there and ran right into Luke who was standing in the doorway.

  His arms were stretched above his head and he was hanging onto the door frame looking like he was posing for the cover of GQ magazine. His face had that damn smirk on it and he was slightly amused. I was red with embarrassment. He had caught me snooping. Fuck, Dallas!

  “Hey baby!” I said my voice coming out too high pitched-a sure sign of guilt.

  “Find something?” he asked eyeing me warily. Shit. What was I gonna say? I could lie… yes, I would lie.

  “I dropped my um…” Fuck it. “Yes. I did. I was leaning up against the tool box looking at the motorcycle and it moved and I found your secret hiding place,” I said hanging my head in shame as if I had just been scolded.

  “Secret hiding place?” he asked biting his lip to hide his smile.

  “Yeah, but I didn’t look I swear,” I said trying to confess my innocence. How old was I twelve?

  “I know. I have been watching you for some time.” Oh shit. “I went to grab some milk and it seems it was missing.”

  I handed him the jug quickly and he took it raising an eyebrow. “I live alone so I always drink out of the jug. Sorry. Sometimes I forget how to act.” Why was I acting like this? Because you just made an ass of yourself, you idiot.

  He stood there staring at me, his face in an amused smile. He put the jug to his lips and took a big swallow.

  “It tastes better now anyway,” he said replacing the cap and reaching for my hand. “Do you want to see what’s inside?” he asked leading me to the trap door.

  “No.” Yes.

  He pushed the tool box out of the way and knelt down on one knee in front of the latch. “You sure? I can put your little curious mind at ease.”

  I shook my head at him. Shit this was humiliating. Why not just scream at me, give me a punishment fuck then let me be on my way. He turned the latch and pulled the door open. I peeked inside and half expected to hear loud music and see smoke boiling out of the top, but instead I seen the top of a hot water heater. I was actually a little disappointed that it wasn’t some underground drug operation. The disappointment must have been evident on my face.

  “Surprised are we?” Luke asked laughing. I just stood there speechless. A hot water heater. A fucking hot water heater. “When I built the house I decided to add this room at the last minute, so I had to put this thing somewhere and I told the builders that helped me to just figure something out. I took one day off-one day and I come back to find that they couldn’t find anywhere in the plans to put it and make it look right, so they put it here.”

  “I thought you were running an underground sex slave trade,” I said- out loud.

  He threw his head back laughing. “No baby. The only person I want to make a sex slave out of is you.” He walked up to me and kissed me on my head. “Let’s grab some supper and then I want to show you something, if you are up to it.”

  “I would love that,” I said still reeling from my embarrassment.

  “Well come on nosey rosy,” he said laughing and pulling me into the kitchen. Asshole.

  “What we eating?” I asked trying to change the subject and hopefully I could do something to make him forget what just happened.

  “My specialty!” Luke said excitedly.

  Hmm, his specialty. I was thinking something on the grill-a steak or some kind of chicken or maybe even a smoked tender-loin. “Sounds delicious! What is it?” I asked enthusiastically. I really didn’t care, but I was so anxious to move on to something other than my previous escapade, that I would have said anything.

  “Ham sandwiches with potato chips,” he said laughing.

  I didn’t have an appetite any more. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but I forced a smile and decided to try and choke down the sandwich. Luke was in a really good mood and I wondered what had made him so happy. “You sure are in a good mood,” I said taking a seat at the bar and digging into my sandwich.

  “I’m just happy you’re here,” he said smiling and taking a seat next to me. I knew there was something else, but I figured it was some kind of inside joke and I wasn’t too interested anyway.

  “I’m happy too.” I leaned over and gave him a peck on his cheek and was rewarded with his go
rgeous smile that always made my heart flutter.

  We continued to make small talk, mostly about his business and I was surprised to find that he owned the Country Tavern. “Some of my security guys were out of town for a bachelor party so I brought the club in to help out.”

  “Is that why you were in your truck?” I asked, wondering why I had not thought of that before.

  “Yeah, I wore my cut because just the image it gives makes people think twice before they do something stupid,” he said standing and clearing the bar of my plate and his. That made sense. Had he seen me in there before the incident with the cowboy? I wanted to ask, but it sounded stupid in my head so I kept my mouth shut.

  “So, what did you want to show me?” I asked standing and walking around the bar so I could be in his arms. I thought he would hug me, but instead he lifted me onto the counter so we were face to face.

  “Do you like to stargaze?” he asked kissing my nose, my cheek, and my neck. My breathing became shallow and my insides tightened.

  “Yes.” I could barely speak. It had only been a matter of hours, yet I wanted to feel him inside me again.

  “Good, because I have something I want to show you.”

  Lifting me into his arms, Luke carried me out the front door and across the driveway. My first thought was that we were going to lie down in the driveway, but he continued on and into the woods. The trail started out narrow, but widened the further we walked. I wasn’t sure how far we had gone. He could not have been walking more than two minutes when suddenly we were in a clearing.

  What I recognized as a shooting house sat in the middle of a pipeline clearing. Luke sat me down and held his finger up to me, asking to wait a minute. Then he opened the door and went inside, leaving me to fend for myself against wild animals.

  I was starting to get a little nervous, but in less than one minute he was standing at the door holding his hand out to me.

  “This is where I hunt when deer season is in, but any other time it serves as a great thinking spot when I’m struggling with something. Whether it be with the club or my family or my job, I can always come here and clear my head.”