Saving Dallas Forever (Saving Dallas 3)

“My head is killing me,” I mumbled into my pillow, as I buried my face deep inside it to keep the sunlight out of my eyes. “Please turn off the light.” I didn’t even know if Luke was in the room, but if he was, I hope he heard my plea.

“Light’s out babe, but I can’t prevent the sun from rising,” Luke said, his voice coming out refreshed and awake.

“You haven’t even tried,” I complained, knowing it was impossible, but just wishing he would do something to make my headache go the fuck away.

“Why don’t you come shower with me?” Luke asked, running his hand up the back of my thigh and under my panties. I didn’t respond and he kept rubbing, massaging, and kneading my ass, thighs, and calves.

“Oh shit that feels good,” I moaned into my pillow, as he took my foot in his hands and began applying deep pressure with his thumbs. My heels looked killer last night, but I was paying for it today. I squeezed my eyes shut before lifting my head to flip my pillow. The cool material against my warm, clammy cheek along with Luke’s skilled hands massaging my feet was pure bliss. I lay there lifeless, allowing him to cater to me as if I were a queen and him a peasant. The only acknowledgement I gave to reassure him I was alive was a grunt or a moan every now and then. When his hands left my body, after about twenty minutes of pleasuring it, I grumbled in complaint. I knew it was a bitch thing for me to do, but it was the day after my birthday, that should count for something.

“Okay, babe. Come on and get up. It’s already two in the afternoon and the guys are gonna want to leave around five.” Two o’clock? Had I really slept that long? I thought back to last night and remembered that once we had gotten back to the clubhouse, it was already after three in the morning and I didn’t pass out until around five. Shit. It would take me forever to get back on a normal schedule.

“I can’t, Luke,” I whined, earning me an exasperated sigh from my man, who I was sure looked sexy as fuck this morning.

“Babe,” Luke started, but I cut him off.

“My head hurts too bad. I can’t even open my eyes. That sunlight is blinding.” I felt Luke’s arm around my waist as his hand came between my face and the pillow, covering my eyes. He assisted me out of bed, pulling my back to his front when I was on my feet, and guided me to the bathroom with his hand still securely over my eyes. Once we were in the bathroom and the door was closed behind us, Luke released his hand. The only light came from a nightlight that served as a scent warmer, and which cast a very dim glow around the room. My eyes would adjust eventually and it would be perfect, just like Luke.

“Better babe?” he asked, gathering my wild hair into his hands, and holding it up off my neck.

“Much better. You’re perfect.” He kissed the back of my neck, before releasing my hair and turning me to face him.

“You, Miss Knox, are wearing entirely too many clothes.” I looked down at my thin, tank top, which barely covered my navel and the small scrap of black panties I wore. Luke must have removed my dress because last I remembered, I had still had it on. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and I lifted my arms over my head, allowing him to rid me of my clothes. He then hooked his thumbs into my panties, dropping down on one knee as he slid them down my legs. Once I was completely naked, I expected him to lead me into the shower. What I didn’t expect was for him to bury his face between my legs, sending my nerve endings into a frenzy, as his tongue began its slow torture in circular movements around my clit. My body jerked in response to his touch, and my hands flew to his hair, which was now long enough for me to pull.

“Fuck!” I let out breathlessly, my headache forgotten and my mind focused on nothing but the way his mouth felt as he kissed, licked, sucked and blew his cool breath on my warm, aching center. He knew just the right places to tease me, prolonging the inevitable. I knew a mind-blowing orgasm was in my near future, but he stopped the moment my climax started to build, applying lighter pressure and moving his mouth to accommodate a different part of my sensitive flesh. I wasn’t sure if he was preparing me for something more, making sure I was wet, ready and full of need before he gave me his thick cock, which I knew was hard and anxious to be inside me, or if he was teasing me only to shatter me to pieces and watch me fall apart, as he worked me to my full potential before allowing me to come all over his beautifully wicked mouth. My knees went weak as my fingers dug deeper into his scalp, earning a shocking, electrifying sensation as he placed my throbbing clit between his teeth, giving it a slight nibble before releasing it to continue his torture. My moans and pleas for more echoed off the walls of the small bathroom and my fingers cramped from being knotted in his hair. My breathing was ragged and staccato, and my legs were trembling, the muscles begging for relief from the strain of holding me up when my body wanted to collapse. When I thought I could take no more, when I knew that if I didn’t get that release that I had come so close to, but was yet still so far away, he stood, bringing my legs around his waist with one hand while the other supported my back. I was carried from the bathroom, back to the fully lit room where we slept. My eyes squinted as they fought to adjust to the light, but when Luke laid me on my back and slid into me with ease, nothing else mattered.