Saving Dallas (5 page)

“Let’s eat
,” he announced.  Leaning down he grabbed the bag of food and headed toward the kitchen leaving me standing there breathless.  I walked into the kitchen to find him staring up at my collection of champagne flute sets above the cabinets.  “Celebrating something?” he asked with a tone in his voice I couldn’t recognize. 
Jealousy maybe?
 

“The New Year.  It’s a tradition.  Every New Year’s Eve, I set my alarm clock to wake up just in time to have a glass of champagne to ring in the New Year
,” I said, feeling stupid for sharing the fact that I was such a loser that I sat at home on New Year’s Eve alone. 

“But there are two in each set you have,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“You ever tried buying a set of one?” I asked getting defensive once again. 
What did it matter to him anyway?

“So let me get this straight
,” he said setting the food out on the bar while I got some plates out of the cabinet.  “You have stayed at home every year for the past six years, alone, and drank champagne at approximately midnight to ring in the New Year?”

“Correct
,” I replied rummaging through the refrigerator to try and find something to drink. 

“Hmmm
, ok,” he replied tersely. 

I decided to drop the subject and not
over think his comment. 
What the hell was wrong with me?
  Since when did I want to avoid confrontation?  The thought was disturbing, but I pushed it back afraid that if I thought too much on it I would be scared of the conclusion. 

“How about we eat then I’ll take you on the grand tour
,” I said, to deter him from the subject.

“Sounds great
,” he said, taking a seat at the bar. 

I grabbed the plates, silverware and two bottles of water and joined him.  The food was delicious.  The steak cooked to perfection and
the still warm, loaded potato was everything a carb should be.  We ate in silence-probably both trying to figure out what in the hell we were doing, and how we had gotten ourselves where we are now.  It seemed we didn’t have a lot to talk about.  Mostly because he knew everything about me and I knew nothing about him.  I knew what it was like to be hounded for information you didn’t want to freely give, and I was not going to put him in that position.  I figured if and when he wanted me to know something about him he would tell me. 

Right now I was content with knowing that he was sexy as hell, could kiss better than any man I knew
, and wanted to spend another day with me.  I stole a glance at him while he drained the last of his water and noted how his throat moved when he swallowed.  Shit, he was even sexy when he ate.  I was suddenly not hungry anymore for food.  All I wanted was him to bend me over, right here on this bar, and fuck me.

“What are you thinking about?”
he asked, ruining my day dream and bringing me back to the real world. 

“You ready for that tour?” I asked
, blushing in response.  He smiled at me, showing off his perfect teeth and making my mouth water. 

“
Absolutely.”

Chapter 4

Even though I lived there and saw it every day, I couldn’t help my excitement as I grabbed his hand and led him to the back of the house starting with the guest bedroom that was once the room of the children that lived there.

“I left
this room just as it was.  Not to make it a shrine or anything, but I felt the family would have appreciated it.  It belonged to the children, Jessie and Katie.  From the stories I have been told, the children who were only a year apart, were inseparable.  They were only seven and eight years old when they died.”  The melancholy in my voice must have been obvious. 

“Well, I think you did the right thing
,” Luke said giving my hand a squeeze.  I realized at that moment that I had not let him go since we left the kitchen.  We took a minute, standing in silence looking at the room.  The two twin canopy beds were separated by a single table with a lamp.   A pair of matching dressers sat on the wall facing the beds.  A blue painted toy box sat next to a small desk and chair with drawing paper and pens. 

“I hate the colors of the walls
,” I said breaking us both from our reverie.  “I think it’s too dark... Maybe I’ll repaint it a lighter blue one day.”  Not wanting to damper the mood, I pulled him out of the room and across the hall to my bedroom.  “And this,” I said opening my door and dancing into my bedroom. “Is where the magic happens.”  It had taken me months to finish this room. 

The house was older so all the walls were covered in brown paneling.  I stripped it all out replacing it with sheetrock and painting it a deep mauve.  It had sliding glass patio doors leading outside to the pool.  The bed was a custom made, California King Size
d, mahogany hard wood sleigh with a four-inch memory foam that would give you the impression you were sleeping on clouds. 

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 k
issing 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 h
e 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 i
n 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.