Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (15 page)

“Make love to me.” I stilled at the sound of
my own words. I had never asked that of Luke. I had never asked
that of anyone. My mind didn’t have long to ponder on it, because
no sooner than the words were out of my mouth, Luke had the water
off and was stepping out of the shower.

Memories of our first night together came
flooding back. I stood in awe this time, at the man who carefully
dried me, just as he had done the first night I met him, in this
very bathroom. He paused for only a second, long enough to wrap a
towel around his long, thick frame. Many people say they don’t
believe someone can fall in love overnight. Looking at Luke now, I
don’t know how I made it through the ride home without knowing he
was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sometimes,
I guess, you just know.

Luke drying me this time was slightly
different. Everywhere he touched me with the towel; he touched me
with his mouth. It was like he was marking his territory, or
apologizing to my skin for letting something other than his mouth
caress it. From the backs of my knees to the bends in my elbows, I
felt a tingle from where his lips had been. Then he dropped to his
knees before me and lifted my leg so that he could kiss my foot. I
leaned back on the counter, raising my ass slightly so I could sit
on the edge as I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, inviting him
in. Once his tongue touched the sweet spot between them, I leaned
back further, using my elbows to hold me up as I watched him kiss
me. His ocean blue eyes never left mine as I moaned softly at the
intimacy and the pleasure his skilled mouth gave me. His tongue
felt like satin against my smooth, wet skin. It was unhurried and
soft, bringing me to the edge of an earth shattering orgasm, but
not quite enough to push me over. The tension was building and my
elbows became shaky as my muscles loosened, preparing my body for
something that I knew would never happen at the pace he was
going.

Luke had that eerie ability to read my
thoughts and body, because just when I thought to move myself in a
more comfortable position, he stopped. I watched as he expertly
removed my legs from his shoulders and pulled me to him. I now
stood above him on shaky knees as he made his way up my body,
kissing everything in his path until his lips found mine. I could
taste myself on him as he began massaging my tongue in the same
manner he had my now throbbing pussy. I placed my hands on his
chest and pushed slightly, breaking our kiss and dropping to my
knees in the small space that had formed between us. I jerked the
towel from around Luke’s waist. My intentions were to go slow as he
had, but the need for me to taste him overpowered.

My hand found his shaft and guided his
thickness into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness from the bead
that had formed on the head of his large cock and tightened my
grip, hoping to force another drop from him to satisfy my growing
need. I ran my tongue over the tip, sucking lightly on the head,
trying to calm my beating heart. I looked up at his face to see his
jaw taunt. I knew he was attempting to control the involuntary
jerking of his hips, as his hands fisted in my hair and gave me a
slight push. I opened my throat to him, and removing my hand, let
him glide into my mouth, until he touched the back of my throat. He
growled with pleasure as he forced himself in and out of my mouth.
My hands found my breasts and began to massage my hardened nipples,
causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through me. I refrained from
touching anywhere else; afraid that the monumental orgasm that was
forming inside me would be wasted at the expense of my own hands
and not from Luke’s massive cock. His pace quickened as he watched
my fingers roll my taunt, pink nipples between them. With a grunt
of what I could only assume was frustration, Luke pulled out of my
mouth and reached his hands out to mine. I grabbed them and let him
pull me from the floor. We were both on the verge of release, but
knew it would be so much better if he were inside me when it
happened.

He led me to the bed, and gave me a gentle
push so that I was on my back in front of him. He positioned
himself between my legs and with gentle ease, slid inside me.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered into my neck. I
moaned in agreement as he filled me, my walls tightening around
him. “Tell me you love me, beautiful.” His mouth sucked softly at
my neck and his breath cooled the wetness, causing my body to
tremble from the sensation.

“I love you, Luke. It will always be you.” At
my confession, his lips found mine and he kissed me deep, as his
hips drove into me, filling me with that wondrous sensation over
and over. His love making was so intense, so intimate, and I felt
so desired that I felt a single tear escape my eye as I came around
him. As Luke stilled inside me, flooding me with his own release, I
knew that my place in this world was right here with him. I would
never want or desire another person other than him. He would be
leaving tomorrow and the emptiness inside started to grow, even as
he lay on top of me. I could still feel his cock pulsating inside
me, and I silently wondered if this was the last time that I would
ever feel him. What if something happened to him? What if Frankie
and his goons caught Luke off guard and hurt him?

“Babe,” Luke said in the darkness, pulling me
away from my thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“You’re thinking too hard again. Everything
is going to be fine. There is no way that I wouldn’t come back for
a chance to be inside you like this again. I’ll come back to you,
and when I do, you will never have to be away from me again.” Luke
smoothed my damp hair off of my forehead and kissed me. “I just
wanna hold you, baby. I love having you in my arms.”

I kissed him softly on the lips as a response
and let him readjust us in the bed. I fell into a deep sleep
cradled in his arms, something I would miss most when he was
gone.

I had an eerie feeling someone was staring at
me. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a mess of blonde
hair on top of the most precious little tanned face I had ever
seen.

“I want some cereal,” Logan demanded, rubbing
his eyes with the backs of his hands. I smiled at him, honored that
it was me he asked to fix his breakfast. “I didn’t want to wake up
Uncle Luke and if I asked Nanny, she would make me wait for
everybody else. I want the remote first.” Well, there went my hopes
of thinking it was me he wanted over everyone else. I was just
convenient. At this point, I would take what I could get.

“Cereal it is,” I said, touching the tip of
his nose with my finger. I tried to slide out of bed, but Luke
tightened his grip, holding me back.

“Did someone say cereal?” his husky voice
asked from behind me. He sat up and leaned over me so that he could
look at Logan. “How about I make us all breakfast and we can lay in
here and watch cartoons, so we don’t wake the whole house up?”
Logan didn’t hesitate, as he crawled into the bed and wedged his
way in between Luke and I. My eyes met Luke’s as I moved over to
give Logan some room and he shrugged his shoulders, as if this was
something Logan did often.

“You’re naked,” Logan informed me, and I had
never been as embarrassed in my life, as I was in that moment. I
blushed and looked to Luke for support, but he just threw his head
back and laughed. “Can you hand me the remote?” Logan seemed
unaffected by my nudeness. It was as if he saw naked women all the
time, which made me a little uneasy.

“Please,” Luke said, scolding him.

“Can you hand me the remote, please?” Logan
clarified, looking at me with those big blue eyes and holding his
tiny, little hand out. I looked over at the side of the bed and saw
that the stand next to it no longer housed the remote. It was lying
on the floor about three feet from it. Fabulous.

“I’ll get it,” Luke said, climbing out of bed
and pulling on a pair of shorts. He reached into one of the dresser
drawers and tossed me a black t-shirt with a wink. I don’t know
how, but I managed to slide the shirt over me, using the sheet to
cover myself, without exposing anymore of me to Logan’s innocent
eyes.

“Shorts, please,” I said to Luke as he bent
to kiss my hair and toss the remote to Logan. He smiled and shook
his head, but retrieved me a pair of oversized basketball shorts of
his to wear.

Thirty minutes later, an older lady whom I
could only guess was the nanny arrived to find Luke, Logan and
myself piled up in the bed, drinking the chocolate milk from our
Cocoa Pebbles and watching Looney Tunes.

“Morning, Nanny,” Luke said to the lady who
was shaking her head in the doorway.

“I have looked all over this house for your
little ass this morning,” she said, wagging her finger at
Logan.

“Well, ya found me,” he said, not at all
fazed by her chastisement.

“Come on, you have to get ready for school.”
School?

“What day is it?” I asked no one in
particular.

“Monday,” Logan replied, slurping the last
little bit of his chocolate milk from his bowl.

“Oh my God.
Monday
?” I said, looking
over at Luke, who was looking at me with an eyebrow cocked.

“That’s what I said. I’m in first grade. My
teacher is nice, and she tells me I’m her favorite.” Nanny huffed
from the door.

“So, that’s why you get a paddling every day
and a note sent home?”

“Yep.” I looked down at Logan to see he had
not taken his eyes off the T.V..

“Come on, Logan. We are gonna be late.” Nanny
moved her little robust body into the room, taking our bowls from
us and leaving.

“My cartoon ain’t even over!” Logan
whined.

“Logan,” Luke warned, giving him a look that
made even me shiver.

“I’m going,” he huffed and scrambled out of
the bed to find Nanny.

“I love that kid. My mom says he acts just
like me when I was that age.” At the mention of Luke’s mother, a
warm sensation engulfed me.

“Will I get to meet her?”

“Yes, ma’am. As soon as this shit is handled,
I want us to spend a couple of days there. Escape from all this
shit for a while,” Luke said, lying down and pulling me with
him.

“Was that your nanny too?” I asked, tracing
Luke’s lips with the tip of my fingernail.

“She was. I borrowed her for the week. Some
of the kids are here and she is gonna help out until we get
everything settled. These are all club kids. Either they are my
brothers’ children or part of our extended family. It’s just safer
right now having everyone together.” Luke kissed my finger, then my
palm, then pulled my hand to his chest and kissed my head. “Let’s
get dressed. We have a lot of shit to do today.” I had heard that
before.

Thankfully, I had thought to pack at least
one outfit that was suited for work. In the mixture of jeans,
t-shirts, shorts, and tank tops, I managed to find a black pencil
skirt, a simple, button up aqua blouse, and a pair of aqua heels
made by Jimmy Choo that matched only two outfits I had, this being
one of them. I straightened my long hair, which was wavy from my
wet-bed-head, and applied makeup to my face that was almost back to
normal. I looked refreshed and ready to take on the world when I
walked into the living room that now looked like a daycare
center.

The couch was lined with five children
ranging from Logan being the smallest to one who could almost pass
for a teenager.

“Dallas, I want you to meet the Devil’s
children,” Luke said, walking to stand next to me.

“Luke!” Nanny yelled from the kitchen.

“This is Zack, Dylon, Aloura, Joseph, and you
already know Logan,” Luke said, pointing to each one and ignoring
Nanny completely. None of the kids acknowledged my presence. They
didn’t seem to notice Nanny either until she turned off the T.V.
and ushered them off the couch.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” I said to them,
hoping to make eye contact with at least one.

“They aren’t morning people, but I promise by
the end of the week, they will be talking your head off,” Luke
said, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You look beautiful
today, babe. Just like every other day.” I let the thoughts of the
unsociable children leave my head and noticed how Luke was looking
at me. His face was full of pride and adoration. It didn’t matter
to him that we were in a room full of people; public displays of
affection were something Luke was good at. He grabbed my face in
his hands, turning my head slightly and kissing me long and deep.
Giggles were heard around the room and I pulled away, blushing at
the children who were watching us just as intently as they were
their cartoons only minutes before.

“They sleep naked too,” Logan informed all of
them. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die at his casual comment. Of
course, Luke didn’t seem to mind. He just laughed at Logan’s
statement and said his goodbyes.

In a single file line, the children followed
Nanny out of the room and each gave me a sly smile and a wave. It
would have been better if they had ignored me. I was expecting them
to bust out singing the K-I-S-S-I-N-G song any minute.

“You ready, babe?” Luke asked, walking out of
the room and giving me that great view of him from behind. Luke was
dressed nicely too, in khaki pants and a baby blue button up that
was tucked in evenly around his waist. He wore a pair of brown
loafers that matched my favorite brown belt, and if it were Sunday,
we could have passed as a couple on our way to church.

“Why are you so dressed up?” I blurted,
immediately regretting the way it sounded. Luke wasn’t the least
bit offended at my outburst.

“I have to go by the office and clear some
things up. I might scare people if I showed up in leather with a
nine down my pants.” The thought of Luke wearing a gun scared me
and I quickly changed the subject.