Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(6)

“I love you too, Luke.” And I did. I stood on my toes to kiss him, and then grabbed his hand to lead him to bed.

Once we were settled, he turned off the T.V. and the light and pulled me to him. I was wide awake. I knew I couldn’t sleep even if my life depended on it. “Luke,” I said into the darkness.

“Hmm,” was his weak response. Luke was tired and needed sleep. I could entertain myself, surely. Maybe. “What is it, baby?” he asked a little more alert this time.

“I’m not sleepy.” I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was smiling.

“You want a sleeping pill?” he asked with laughter in his voice.

“No, I hear those things are addictive,” I responded, wondering why he was so anxious to get me to sleep that he was willing to give me a narcotic.

“I wasn’t talking about that kind of sleeping pill,” he said, kissing my neck. Warmth flooded my body and there was nothing more I wanted than him inside me once again, but Luke needed sleep and it was time for me to stop being so selfish.

“No, I’m okay,” I said breathless. My body was involuntarily pushing up against him even as I said it.

“You sure? I don’t mind fucking you until you pass out,” he said, his mouth still trailing kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder.

Luke was a strong guy. He could handle another few minutes of no sleep. I turned my body so that I was facing him then rolled him to his back. His eyes were heavy, but I could see the darkness in them as I straddled him and began kissing his chest.

“Turn over,” I demanded in a soft voice. He looked at me quizzically, but obliged. My Luke had been too good to me. The least I could do was make him feel better. He rolled onto his stomach, raising his arms on each side of his head. I sat on his ass with my knees bent, then leaned over him and began to massage his back. My effort was rewarded when I heard a few soft grunts coming from his mouth that were muffled by the pillows. I examined his hard, muscular back, running my fingers over the muscles that were beginning to relax. Luke’s back was beautiful. It looked like a photo that had been edited. His tan skin was flawless and wrapped around every muscular plane like a glove. His shoulders and neck were broad and although I didn’t know the name of most of the muscles that I ran my hands over, I knew that they too were absolutely perfect.

As my hands roamed his body, my mind began to wander. Who was this man laying beneath me? Was I even sure of his love and devotion to me? I knew that he loved me, but how much did that love cost? Tomorrow would be a big day for me. I would have the answers to all of my questions, but I wasn’t sure if the answers were ones that I could handle. Oh stop, being a pussy Dallas. I could handle it. I had no other choice.

I looked down at the left side of Luke’s face. His lips were slightly parted and he was breathing deep. Sound asleep. I leaned down and supporting my body weight on my arms so that I wouldn’t wake him, I planted a light kiss on his temple and quietly got out of bed. Neo was somewhere with one of the club members, so the house was quiet without him around. I wandered into the living room and sat on the couch, putting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. My life had been nothing but a big fucking whirlwind since I was seventeen years old. Losing both parents, moving to another state, being a constant fuck-up, losing my grandmother, starting my own business, being hated by everyone, getting dumped, finding love, being betrayed by said love, being poisoned, being held at gun point, being sexually assaulted and tied up in a barn, being saved by the man I love only to find out by my captor that he had been paid to protect me… My life was completely and utterly fucked. The worst part about it? I knew that no matter what Luke told me, I could never live without him. I needed him. I needed his club and I deserved happiness. I had never felt like I belonged somewhere as much I did when I was with him. Even with all the crazy shit that was happening; I knew that this was where I wanted to be.

I lay back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe I would invest in some of those lights like my assistant and new found friend, Lindsey, had. I remember when I had my first fight with Luke; it was her that I had called and she had taken me to her house, treated me like family, and taught me a valuable lesson-friendship for me was not impossible. Laying in her bed that night, I remember looking up at the ceiling seeing the stars glittering above me and thinking of Luke, until thoughts of him consumed my entire brain and lulled me to sleep—much like this time.





Warmth surrounded me as I was engulfed in arms and lifted in the air. Kisses were placed on my forehead as Luke cradled me into his hard chest. “What’s wrong?” I asked sleepily.