Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(15)

“Thanks for that. Can I go see him?”

“Yeah, he is probably tired of staring at all us hard legs. It will do him some good to see a pretty face,” Kev said with a wink.

“I’ll walk you down there,” Crash said, stepping up and grabbing my hand. He smiled warmly at me, but I could see the flirtatious twinkle in his eye. He would have been super cute if I didn’t compare him to Luke. Which, in my eyes, nobody held a candle to Luke when it came to looks. Or sex. Or kissing. Shit. The last thing I needed to think about right now was kissing Luke. I heard the guys chuckle behind me and I turned to see they all wore a smile and an amused expression.

“What’s funny?” I asked, looking down at Crash’s hand in mine.

“Ignore them. They are just jealous,” Crash said with a wink.

“Ha!” I said to Crash, which made him smile wider. Both our smiles died when we started to walk out of the lobby and saw Luke standing at the entrance staring daggers into Crash.

“Oh shit,” I heard Crash mutter under his breath, but he didn’t let go of my hand. I froze completely at the sight of Luke. I should have never let him out of my bedroom. From now on, I would keep him on a leash. His six foot two, muscular frame loomed big in the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his huge biceps stretched the white t-shirt that he wore to the point that I knew it had to be uncomfortable. A hoodie dangled from his right hand that was locked in at his left elbow. He wore faded, boot cut jeans and his t-shirt was tucked into the front of them, yet was pulled out everywhere else. There was nothing appealing about the brown leather belt he wore, but for some reason I wanted to tear the place apart in hopes that he would take it off and spank me with it. His scuffed, brown, squared-toe cowboy boots completed his outfit and was quite possibly the sexiest boots I had ever seen. His dirty blonde hair was cut short and his perfectly shaped goatee was only a few shades darker. Even with his jaw taunt, his face stone, and his eyes on fire with fury, he was the sexiest thing I had ever laid my eyes on. I felt Crash move beside me and I turned to face him. He looked like he wanted to say something, and then shut his mouth quickly, patted my shoulder, and turned to join the others a few feet behind us. All the guys seemed to be trying to contain their laughter. Tiny nodded his head toward the door and I turned to see that Luke wasn’t totally pissed off anymore, he just looked aggravated. He held up his hand and crooked his finger at me, signaling me to come to him. Immediately, as if I had no control over my feet, I walked towards him. I felt smaller than I ever had, once I was standing in front of him. He leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead, but not moving to touch me.

“Cold, babe?” he asked his face now amused. How in the hell did he do that? One minute he looked like he could kill me and the next his eyes were soft and he looked like he was fighting a smile. I shook my head at him, wondering how in the hell he knew I was cold. He uncrossed his arms, and ran a single finger over my arm, tracing the goosebumps that had formed.

“Maybe a little,” I said weakly. I was such a puss. Okay, yeah, there was definitely no way I was going to be able to ignore him or pretend there wasn’t a connection between us. Just looking at him had my panties soaking wet. He made me feel protected, and confident, and pretty, and horny as hell. I figured I must look like an idiot, standing there like a deer in the headlights, scared to death that I had pissed him off in some way, but hoping I had, all at the same time. My mind went back to the time I told Luke, “Fuck You.” It was right after he made sweet love to me for the first time. I was pissed about him making an ass out of me in a bar full of people all because I talked to another man. Well, fuck me he did. Hard. Punishment fucks from Luke made you want to do bad shit. The thought made me shudder.

“Babe?”

“Huh?”

“You okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

Luke smirked at me, and I could see his ocean blue eyes laughing. Ass. It was enough to snap me out of my day-dream and remember why I was here.

“How is Marty?” I asked, my voice coming out stronger, but full of worry.

“He is gonna be fine. Got a broken leg and some broken ribs, but the lung that was punctured is healing good. He is cranky as hell, but I think once he sees your beautiful face, he will feel much better,” Luke said smiling down at me. So much for the walls I had built back around my heart.

“Can we go see him now?” I asked, hoping that Marty was awake. I really wanted to talk to him.

“Of course,” Luke said, grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hallway. He acted as if the events from this morning had not even taken place. When we walked by the nurses’ station, I noticed all the nurses eyeing Luke appreciatively. One even winked at him in front of me. Bitch. I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs, “he is off limits bitch” but of course, I didn’t. No sense in pissing them off. They may take it out on Marty.