Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

“Babe, we are leaving, but Charlie has something he wants to say.” Dallas turned her face to look at him, her head still buried in my side.

“Yes, Charlie,” she whispered. I was surprised that she managed to speak.

“My card is in the bags along with your things that I bought you. They are in the back seat of Luke’s truck. If ever you need me, I am just a phone call away. I give my word,” he looked at me letting me know that the next words he spoke were just as good as chiseled in stone, “that the next favor you ask of me, comes with no strings attached. It’s on the house.” Charlie using metaphors? What the fuck?

Dallas nodded her head at him then looked to me. “I want to go home.”

I drove us out of the state of Texas. I couldn’t put miles between us and Charlie fast enough. Dallas had started off riding in the passenger seat. I held her hand in mine as we rode silently down the interstate. After about thirty minutes, she unbuckled her seat belt, lifted the console and slid next to me. I wrapped my arm around her, as she curled her body next to mine. Fuck, she fit perfectly in my arms. Thirty minutes after that, I guess she felt like she wasn’t close enough to me. She crawled in my lap, straddling my waist and laid her head on my shoulder. I adjusted the seat and steering wheel, so we could get more comfortable-not that I needed comfort. I could sit in the most awkward position, for hours, as long as she was on top of me. Her hands rubbed the back of my neck and I swear that she was sniffing me. Just the feel of her hands on me had my cock standing at attention. I knew I was a prick for thinking of sex at a time like this, but fuck, I had missed her. Once we crossed into Louisiana, I started looking for a hotel. I didn’t care what it was, as long as it had a bed and a shower. I found a Best Western just off the interstate in Lake Charles, LA and pulled in. It was almost ten and I knew we couldn’t make the four hour journey home without some sleep. I just wanted to find a bed and hold my girl. Hell, we could just sleep in the truck for all I cared, but Dallas needed something a little more comfortable than a truck.

“Babe, we gotta check in,” I said, moving the hair from her face and looking down at her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel those perfect lips against mine. I wanted to feel her mouth on me everywhere, and I wanted to taste every inch of her. She wanted the same thing. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she needed me. If I kissed her now, we would never leave the truck.

“You go ahead,” she said, her voice throaty and sexy as hell. Must have been from the crying. I shook my head. No fucking way was I letting her out of my sights.

“You are going in with me. I can carry you or you can walk, but you are going.” My tone was kind of harsh and I mentally kicked myself for being such a dick. She just smiled at me. Damn that smile. I was at her mercy when she looked at me like this. I would crawl through hell with gasoline tanks on my back, just to see her smile.

“I’ll walk,” she said, sitting up and sliding off of me. Her skirt rose, giving me a sneak peak at the black, lacy panties that covered her sweet pussy. My cock hurt at the sight of them. I got out of the truck, holding her hand as she slid off the seat and stood, straightening her skirt and reaching back to grab her shoes. Her perfectly shaped ass was right in front of me, and it took everything I had not to rip her skirt off and fuck her right there. I adjusted myself while she wasn’t looking, giving my cock a squeeze, trying to find some relief. It didn’t fucking work. Once her shoes were on, we walked hand in hand inside the lobby and I booked us a room, on the bottom floor, for the night. The closer we were to the truck, the better. I parked in front of our room, and once we were inside and the door was closed, she attacked me. Her arms went around my neck and her lips found mine. I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before her soft, wet tongue invaded my mouth. She let out little moans as I covered my mouth with hers, massaging her tongue with my own. She had me pushed up against the door, and in that instant I knew that we both needed me to be inside her. I controlled myself and slowly unzipped her skirt, building the anticipation. It had been a long time since I had made love to my girl, and it was going to be perfect.