Saving Dallas Forever (Saving Dallas 3)

“Say it louder, Dallas,” he said, pushing back against me. I would have shouted it through a megaphone if it meant he would not stop rubbing against me.

“I want you. Fuck me, ple-,” I screamed, my words replaced with a shocked moan of satisfaction as he sunk deep inside me. The feeling was so intense, and felt so good that my body completely relaxed, sagging against the side of the building causing Luke’s grip to tighten on me. “Harder,” I breathed, my eyes shut tight, as I blocked out everything but the feeling of him stretching me.

“I can’t hear you, babe,” he said, circling his hips, but not pushing deeper. Oh, fuck it. If he wanted me to scream and give the guys in the clubhouse a show, I would. The need for more of him, and the reassurance that they could only hear me, gave me the strength and confidence I needed.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!” I screamed, opening my eyes to see Luke’s bottom lip disappear between his teeth. I don’t know if it was a feral reaction, or to hide his smile, but he rewarded me with long, skilled, hard thrusts that had my vision blurring.

“Yes! Yes!” I panted, my voice carrying over the yard and echoing off the trees. I could still feel the steady thump of the bass, but my screams rang out over it. Luke drove deep, pulling my body on top of him, fucking me hard, just like I wanted. The heel of my boot dug into Luke’s ass as I tried to push him further into me. With every thrust, he buried himself completely in me. His fast thrusts caused my orgasm to surface, giving my body no time to come down off the high I had when he was inside me. I came hard, screaming his name loudly. His pace quickened as he pulled me down harder, making the sound of our bodies colliding mirror the echo of my voice, which could be heard for miles. I felt myself building, even before he had milked everything out of me. His rough, calloused hands grabbed my bare ass, spread my cheeks open, and allowed the cold air to blast me, and the sensation caused me to explode around him once again. My hands squeezed his arms, my nails digging into his flesh through his thin white t-shirt. I was breathless, limp and sated, when I felt him still inside of me. His cock jerked as I felt his cum fill me, my shivering body finding comfort in his warmth. He withdrew, leaving me empty, and tucked himself back into his jeans, keeping my body pinned against the wall.

“I can’t move,” I whimpered. My body shook, as it took notice of the cold.

“Yes, you can, babe. Just put your clothes on, and then I’ll carry you,” Luke said through a chuckle. How did guys do that anyway? Does it not take everything out of them like it does women? He did all the work, yet he looked like he could run a marathon. Men must come with a built-in box of stamina that is used in times like this to completely refuel them. I unwrapped my legs from around Luke, allowing him to stand me up. I struggled with my jeans, as he went in search of my boot, which he had thrown in the heat of the moment. I pulled the other boot off, deciding that walking inside with only socks on was better than struggling with just one. After I had adjusted my clothes, and I looked somewhat presentable, Luke grabbed my hand and led me down the path to the house. As we rounded the corner, we came face-to-face with the PROSPECT cleaning the bikes. The look on his face let me know that he had heard, and quite possibly seen, everything that had just taken place.

Chapter 4

Dallas

“PROSPECT,” Luke said, with a nod of his head as we passed.

“LLC,” The PROSPECT answered, fighting a smile and avoiding my eyes. Part of me wanted to snatch that Red Bull from his hand and throw it at him. The other part was slightly thrilled at the thought of what he might have witnessed.

“Do you think he saw us?” I asked Luke, once we were locked away in his room.

“Nah, babe. He didn’t watch,” Luke said smirking.

“How are you so sure?”

“If he had, he wouldn’t have been able to look me in the eye.”

“Would you have been mad if he had?” I pressed, frozen to the spot, across the room from him. I watched as Luke removed his shirt, and revealed the bandages wrapped around his ribcage. He turned to me and raised an eyebrow, his smile curious.

“Would you?” I thought about this, as my head dropped to stare at my feet.

“I don’t think so,” I said weakly, my head still bowed in hopes of hiding the redness in my cheeks. I watched Luke’s boots come into view as he stood before me. He lifted my chin with his fingers to meet his eyes, which sparkled with humor.