Saving Dallas (31 page)

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 fixing to remove my hand and let him guide me as he ha
d done before when he pulled out 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 once again soft and smooth.  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. 

“T
ell 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 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 crack to a fein. 
I craved it
.  He was hypnotizing me with his voice, and I would have let him fuck me in the ear had he have asked. 

His finger was slick with my juices and 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 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.  Had he not have even thought about touching me there I would have been fine with it
. 

“Now Dallas
,” his dark voice demanded.  With shaky arms, I leaned up and pulled me knees 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 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 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 his 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 will 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 are 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 handle the situation before it gets out of hand.” He said the words as if he were reading them 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, and 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.

Red had called all of them for me and assured me they all were excited about coming.  I knew she would lie for them, but I didn’t care.  I was hoping this gathering would get me the information I needed.  I had also called Lindsey who claimed to be ecstatic about seeing me, as if I did not 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, consisting 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 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 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 I brought with me to Tupelo
.  I’m not sure why I opened the box.  I had already convinced myself that the contents was nothing more than a bunch of file folders, but I opened it anyway, and 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 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 was 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 in the room, but I could sense 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 ominously.

“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 trust 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 damn 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 as if he had slapped me. 

“I can’t believe you just said that
,” I said barely audible.

“Get out of my house
,” he said with a coldness in his voice that I had never heard.  I stood standing there with my heart broken in a million pieces.  I didn’t care 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 at 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 compare, 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 never see me cry. 

I grabbed my suitcase off 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 the counter, I walked out of his house and shut the door behind me. 
I was losing the greatest thing I never had.

Chapter 24

I was on the highway before the first tear fell, and then like a tsunami, they overtook me soaking my shirt and blurring my vision.  The sobs were so strong I could barely breathe.  I was confused and hurt and I had no idea what the fuck was going on.  I screamed at the windshield and banged my fist on the steering wheel, but nothing seemed to help.  He had kicked me out of his house-out of his life, yet he held a box full of information about me that he gathered long before we were together. 
Why did he have it?  What could he possibly gain by having it?