Saving Dallas Forever (Saving Dallas 3)

“Come, Dallas. I want to feel you come. Right. Fucking. Now.” Luke demanded, enforcing each word with a hard thrust that had my knees trembling. With my hair wrapped around his fist, my head pulled back and positioned to look at him, and his cock constantly working that delectable spot deep inside me, I came hard. My cries faltered as he pumped into me. He released my hair from his grip and my head dropped, my body slumping immediately. I felt Luke pull out of me just before my back was graced with the feeling of his warm release. What I once thought would be disgusting was actually soothing as Luke’s hands rubbed the results of his orgasm across my back as his large fist milked every last drop from him. “I already miss you,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over my harsh breathing, and the sound of the shower. The steam from the hot water had engulfed the room, making it harder to catch my breath. I didn’t want to think about Luke leaving. I still wanted to dwell in the serenity of the moment. I was pulled from the floor, and stood on my feet as Luke gathered me into his arms. He held me a moment, before leading me into the shower. Now that our session of intimacy was over, it was back to the real world and questions filled my brain as I laced my fingers through my hair, massaging the soreness from my scalp.

“How long are you going to be gone?” I asked, my eyes taking Luke in, as he soaped his body from head to toe. He looked to be in a hurry, but patiently waited while I soaked my hair completely, before stepping aside to let him under the hot spray of water.

“I don’t know. I’ll learn more when I get over there,” he said, rinsing his body before grabbing my shoulders and turning me, so he could wash the remnants of his release off my back.

“Who else is going?” Surely he wouldn’t go by himself.

“Me, Regg and Marty, but Crash and Kev will be in the area, just not with us. The others will stay here.”

“Don’t they have jobs?” I couldn’t see him, but I was sure he was smirking. I could tell by the small laugh he let out through his nose.

“Their boss will understand.” I turned around to see Luke smirking, as I assumed, and asked him the unspoken question with my eyes.

“They work for me, babe. At Carmical Construction and The Country Tavern,” he said, proceeding to soap the front of my body as I stood there, wondering what to say to that.

“Isn’t that a little weird? I mean, doesn’t that cause conflict?”

“The club has part ownership in the bar and the construction business is booming right now, so it pays pretty well.”

“But what if they wanted to do something else? Like, what if they wanted to work in the oilfield, or be a doctor or something? Is it mandatory that they quit their jobs when they become members?” I had never heard of a club working for their president’s business or running a business themselves. But, then again, I didn’t know anything about clubs until I met Luke.

“It’s a free country, babe. They can do whatever they want, but why would they when they can do something they love in a business that benefits the club and allows them more freedom, more time to ride, and more time with their families? They don’t all work for me, but the majority of them do.” Well, when you say it like that, I guess it makes sense. But I wanted to know more.

“Explain, please,” I said, focusing on Luke’s face, as his skilled hands ran the length of my arms and down my sides.

“Regg is good with people. He helps with getting new contracts for the construction company. Worm used to drive a delivery truck, and is good with inventories. He handles all the beer and liquor orders for the bar. Tiny is our security guy, not only for the club, but the bar as well. He is over the bouncers, including their hiring and firing. Coon is good with money. So, he is the treasurer of the club and handles all the finances, which is pretty much a full-time job in itself. Marty, Boss Hogg, Scratch, and Bear are mechanics and keep our shit running. Trust me, there is always a bike that needs to be worked on, or an ol’ lady’s car, or a piece of construction equipment. Kev was the manager of a grocery store for years. He keeps the books on the bar, making sure we keep a good profit margin going. Octane is in the military. He has already been deployed four times, but works down at Camp Shelby full-time. He is a drill instructor and loves it. That’s one of the reasons he isn’t going, but if I needed him to, I know he would do whatever he could to make it happen.”