Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

“I can’t just make you my ol’ lady. I refuse to do that. In the position that I’m in and with the shit we have going on right now in the club, I will not bring someone in who will complicate shit. This choice is entirely up to you. I will train you, the girls will help you, but you have to know that this is my lifestyle. I won’t have you around as just my girlfriend. I want you as my supporter and I want you to agree to this life and make it your life, too.”

I now fully understood the meaning of “cold feet.” Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I felt like I was at a job interview and I would be lying if I said it didn’t piss me off just a little. Luke was in Devil’s Renegades President, LLC mode and long gone was my sweet guy from the car.

“You are with me and everyone knows it, but before I put a cut on you- letting everyone know that you belong to me; you are gonna have to earn it.” When he said it like that, I felt like a submissive who was trying to earn a collar. I wasn’t the submissive type.

“This can be a beautiful thing, Dallas, but only if you want it,” he said, a little softer this time.

“I don’t know what I want,” I said, a little too bitchy.

“You said you would try.”

“I am trying! But when you say shit like ‘training me,’ it scares the fuck outta me! I’m not a dog, Luke. I’m a person and I refuse to be treated like anything less.”

Luke let out a deep breath, clearly exasperated, “Can you keep your mouth shut when I ask you to?”

“Yes.”

“Can you not flirt, associate, or throw yourself at other men?”

“Yes,” I said, a little more annoyed this time.

“Can you treat my MC family as if it was your family and show them love and respect and loyalty as if they were your own?”

I looked at him confused. “I thought I already did.”

His face softened completely and he smiled shaking his head, “Yeah, baby. You did.” Luke brought his hand to the side of my neck, pulling my head down so my forehead was touching his.

“Kiss me,” he whispered against my lips. I turned to put my knees on either side of his thighs, straddling his waist and put my hands on each side of his face. I took the moment to stare at his lips of perfection. Those lips had been on every part of my body. They had kissed my tears away, brought me joy and ecstasy, told me they loved me and brought me more pleasure in a single kiss, than I have had in a lifetime. Luke moved his tongue so that it slid across his bottom lip and I could wait no longer to taste him. The kiss was soft at first. Just a touch of my lips against his. When I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, just as he had, I heard him groan and me kissing him was over.

He grabbed my face between his hands, tilting my head so he had better access and forced my mouth open with his tongue. His kiss was hard and rough and I loved every second of it. I couldn’t get enough. I started to grind my hips against him and could feel his hardness through his jeans. I pulled away from him, breaking the kiss and slid myself between his legs, so that I was on my knees on the floor in front of him. I fumbled with his belt, trying impatiently to get it off. I looked up at Luke, expecting to see him smiling, but instead he had a different look in his eyes. Almost predatory. My panties went wet as he grabbed my hands and shook his head. He placed my hands on either side of his waist and began undoing that brown belt I loved so much. My insides were screaming, “Please spank me, please spank me.” I started to ask, then shut my mouth. Luke was a big guy, he might beat the shit out of me. And I would love it.

“What were you going to say, Dallas?” he asked me in that dark, raspy tone I loved so much.

“Nothing,” I replied, perhaps a little too quickly.

“Lie to me and I’ll use this belt for more than just holding my pants up.” Bingo. Like an idiot I bit my lip to suppress my smile, and of course, Luke read between the lines. His head turned slightly to the side as an amused expression claimed his face.

“You like that don’t you?” Again, I shook my head a little too hard giving myself away.

“I think you do. I think you would like nothing better than for me to bend your sweet little ass over this couch and spank you with my belt.”