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  SAVING DALLAS

  By Kim Jones

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2013 Kim Jones

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  DEDICATION

  To my grandmother for always believing in me.

  Everything good in me I got from you in some way; you wonderfully, kind woman-my grandmother-Gloria Mae.

  Chapter 1

  Sitting alone in a bar, throwing back shots of Jack was not how I pictured my Saturday night. I had managed to wedge myself into a corner of the patio bar shielded by the drop door that led to the bartender's area. My intentions were to get drunk then make myself available to the first guy who could show me a good time with no strings attached. I was in a three-month slump and was ready to come out of hiding.

  My ego had recently been crushed by my previous boyfriend who, I thought was in love with me -- not that the feeling was mutual, but I thought it ensured his devotion to only me. He was perfect -- great body, good job, fast car – and he was a machine in the bedroom. Come to find out, I was not the only woman under his spell. Catching that skanky bitch from Arby's in his bed, wearing nothing but a smile informed me of everything I needed to know. I was replaceable.

  Being replaced by a five when you are nothing short of a ten can do some major damage to a girl like me. I'm used to getting what I want.

  Being five foot four with a body most people only dream of can get you a lot when it comes to men. Not to mention my long, silky brown locks, my perfect teeth, and a smile that would make the devil himself bow down.

  But all of the charm, looks, and money were not enough for Jeff. No, he had to go fuck it up with a fast food worker who drove a Honda.

  So, for the past three months, I have been sulking, crying, feeling sorry for myself, and praying that a damsel-in-distress moment would come along so Jeff would feel the need to come running to protect and take care of me. It didn't happen. This was the real world, and Jeff was a prick, and I had stooped low enough to come to The Country Tavern to get laid by some lucky bastard.

  The urge to pee hit me, and I was grateful for the change of scenery as I motioned to the bartender that I would be back and I came out of hiding. The bar had filled up, and the shots had definitely caught up to me. I put on my seductive face and made my way to the restrooms inside the bar. Passing the pool tables and the main bar, I scanned the crowd to look for any potentials, but none of these faces could compare to Jeff's. Scolding myself, I went into the bathroom and did my business.

  On my way out, I paused and looked in the mirror at the lovely creature standing before me. "You can do this Dallas," I told myself. I straightened my black Dior minidress, pushed my long soft curls to the front of my shoulders so they fell over my breasts, and flashed myself a smile before sauntering out of the bathroom to accomplish my goal.

  I headed back to the patio bar only to find my corner taken by a bunch of bikers. Great. Just fucking great. I pushed my way past them, ignoring the lewd comments, and asked the bartender for a Jack and Sprite. He gave me a small apologetic smile. "This one is on me gorgeous," he said as he passed over my drink.

  "Thanks," I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Turning to face the crowd, I realized my chances of getting laid were slim to none if I continued to be surrounded by intimidating bikers, so I strolled over to the opposite side of the bar.

  "Hello ma'am."

  I turned to see the face of an attractive male sporting a cowboy hat and Wranglers that did amazing things for his package. "Well hello yourself," I replied with my best fuck me smile.

  "I must say that you have to be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in here all night," he said with a southern drawl that had me smiling even wider.

  "I was wondering if anyone would notice, or if I was just going to have to drink alone tonight." I could tell he was taking in the sight of my perky D cups as he took my drink, sat it on the bar, and grabbed my hand to lead me onto the dance floor. Dancing with a cowboy does something to a girl. Maybe it’s the way they hold you, or the way you feel respected and appreciated. Whatever that feeling is that you get, I didn't have it. This apparently was not a real cowboy. He was offbeat, drunk off his ass, and had hands that wandered over everything other than my waist.

  "Whoa, cowboy," I said as we both nearly tripped over several strayed bar stools. What the fuck was up with this guy?

  "What’s the matter baby? You don't like my dancing?" He was laughing at someone over my shoulder. I turned to see a group of guys motioning for him to slap my ass and acting like a bunch of drunken frat boys, who they probably were.

  Now, there are several things that really piss me off, but at the top of the list is being the butt of a joke. Who the fuck did they think they were? I pushed the prick posing as a cowboy harshly – he didn’t even budge.

  "Hang on baby the song ain't even over," he said, moving his hand over my ass.

  "Oh, it’s over. Get your hands off of me." Angrily, I pushed him again, only to be rewarded with an ass slap. That did it. "Get your fucking hands off of me!" I yelled, pushing his shoulders as hard as I could.

  Three things happened next. One: I was flat on my ass, seeing stars as my head bounced off the wooden deck. Two: The massive creature that landed on top of me was being dragged out the side door, along with his shithead friends, by guys in leather vests with reapers on the back. Three: I was looking into the bluest eyes I had ever seen, and they belonged to a face that instantly had my panties wet. "You ok, babe?" asked a voice that sounded like it belonged to a fucking movie star. I closed my eyes, trying to ease the pounding in my head and gather my thoughts. What the fuck happened? Who is this beautiful creature leaning over me? Had my damsel in distress moment finally arrived? Was my dress over my waist, showing my goodies to everyone in the bar?

  Strong arms grabbed me and hauled me to my feet. Without even opening my eyes, I knew by the feel of his shoulders he had the sexiest arms that had ever held me. I opened my eyes and nearly gasped. He was perfect. His hair was dirty blonde and cut short. His chest was strong and big, and the white thermal he wore, even under a leather vest, defined his muscles all the way down to his waist. His jeans were slightly torn giving me a view of his leg that let me know this guy worked out -- hard. My gaze slowly moved back up his body, stopping momentarily on his crotch, making me have thoughts of him in my mouth. My eyes finally made it to his face. That face. Strong jaw-l
ine, light blonde stubble, lips that screamed "kiss me," and eyes that were the color of the ocean.

  "You like what you see?" he asked while adjusting my dress and keeping a firm hold on my waist. His hands on my body had me clenching my legs together trying to find a release for my aching center. He asked me a question. What the hell was it again?

  "I'm fine." I replied all breathy like some kind of fucking virgin teenager getting ready to screw the high school quarter back. Get your shit together, Dallas.

  His face held a smirk as his eyes laughed at me -- taunting me. He was sex in leather, and I didn't care if the way I looked at him made me look like a complete fool, or if he was getting pleasure out of me looking at him like I could take him right here in the bar.

  "Well I can see that, but how is your head feeling?" he asked still smirking at me. Arrogant asshole. I managed to find my voice and inner bitch. Fueled by too much alcohol, a shitty night, and the fact that I would be going home alone -- again -- un-fucked. I responded, "Its fine. Thanks for your help, but I believe I can manage from now own without the help of you and your goon squad." I looked around to see a few standing guard behind him, but the rest had disappeared. Thankfully, the crowd had gotten over the drama and was back to drinking and having a good time ignoring us completely.

  Surprising me, he laughed. Damn he had a great laugh. "I'm glad you are feeling better. My goon squad and I will be at the bar if you need anything. Don't worry, your boyfriend still has a few teeth left and I'm sure tomorrow morning he will be calling begging for your forgiveness."

  "He's not my boyfriend." Why was I getting so defensive?

  “Could have fooled me, or do you normally let strangers fondle you in public? If so, maybe me and my goon squad, as you call them, can get in on the action." He was laughing at me. This sexy beast towering over me was making an ass out of me.

  "For your information, I did not allow him to do anything. I asked him to stop several times. If I had plans to get fondled tonight by someone he would definitely not live up to my standards." Liar.

  "So, do I live up to your standards? Miss?"

  "Dallas, my name is Dallas, and no, you do not. Biker trash isn't on my to-do list tonight."

  "Dallas, what an interesting name you have. And I could have sworn the way you were looking at me all "fuck me" like, that I was most definitely on your “to-do” list, as you say."

  Shit. I was at a loss for words. Probably because his hands were still securely on each side of my waist and the throbbing between my legs had only intensified over the past few minutes. Instead of coming back with a comment that would leave him shocked and wanting more, I did something I never do. I walked away. Well, I tried to walk away. I removed his hands, which let go of me easily causing disappointment to my groin area, and turned around to see the floor coming up to my face before those big strong arms were around me again.

  "Slow down babe. I think you might have a mild concussion."

  That’s all it took. I was putty in his arms. I had prayed for a damsel-in-distress moment, and God had given it to me. It wasn't Jeff, but it was something so much better. Who cares that he rode a motorcycle, and was probably working as a mechanic while out on parole? I came here for something and I was going to get it, and if this biker bad boy wanted to give it to me I would gladly take it and regret it tomorrow.

  The pounding in my head was loud. And hurt -- a lot. Mixed with the laughter and loud music, it was too much.

  "I think I need some fresh air," I said barely audible. Somehow, my knight in shining leather heard me, and led me out the same door he had tossed the guys out of only minutes before. I silently prayed they were gone. No such luck.

  "There’s that fucking bitch!" I looked up to find us surrounded by all six of them. The cowboy was leaning on the tailgate of a truck holding a shirt soaked in blood to his mouth. Panic filled me, and I started to shudder.

  "Don't worry babe, having a goon squad has its perks," he said smiling without a hint of worry on his face. "How about you sit here?" he said calmly, leading me back inside to a chair behind the karaoke stage. "I'll be right back. Don't move." He winked to the red headed girl running karaoke and she gave him a knowing nod. What the hell was that about? I watched him walk back outside and found myself worrying over a man whose name I didn't even know.

  "Would you like a drink?" the tall red headed girl asked. She wore a bright yellow t-shirt with Queen of Karaoke inscribed on the front. Her hair was long and straight and she had big brown eyes lined in black eye liner. I couldn’t help but wonder if her long lashes were real or not. I started to ask her when she spoke. "I'm Red, how about I get you some water and aspirin. It will probably help that headache I'm sure you have. You took a nasty fall."

  "Thanks that would be great." I couldn't keep my hands from shaking. I kept glancing at the door hoping he would walk back through it, unharmed.

  "Here ya go." Red handed me the two pills and a cup of ice water. "Luke is a really great guy. If you break his heart, I'll fuck you up," she said matter-of-fact. And I believed her. She didn't look like the type you would want to piss off or the type that would tell you a lie just because it sounded good.

  "I don't even know his name." Red looked at me with an impassive face and lifted the microphone, never taking her eyes off of me.

  "And next up we have Jud. Bring your sexy ass up here and sing me a song big daddy." She put the mic down still staring at me. This bitch was starting to freak me out. "I don't know where this is going or if it’s anything, but I swore the next bitch that broke his heart would eat through a straw for a week. You look like the heart breaking kind. I've watched you in here all night. I know you came looking for something and I hope you get it. If Luke is the one to give it to you then you are one lucky girl. But, just remember, you fuck him over - I'm gonna fuck you up." She gave me a smile with no warmth in it and handed the mic to Jud with wink.

  "You’re wrong," I said. "Look, I just came to have a good time. I didn't ask for any of this. I appreciate Luke’s help, but look where it has gotten him."

  She smiled and patted my shoulder, “Don't worry about him, he will be just fine." As if on cue the side door opened and relief rushed over me as I made eye contact with Luke. He was still perfect - nothing out of place.

  "Thanks Red. Tomorrow night?" he asked as he grabbed my hand to pull me up.

  "Wouldn't miss it," she said with a smile and a look that made me think they had a history together.

  "Come on, babe. Let’s get you somewhere a little quieter." Luke opened the door and led me out into the fresh air.

  The guys were gone. No sign of the goon squad either. Had they just disappeared into thin air? Knowing I should stop this charade now and head home, I turned to tell Luke I was leaving when he suddenly picked me up, and carried me across the parking lot. I didn't protest. I could feel his muscles flexing against my side. The smell of him even clouded by cigarette smoke was so intoxicating I found myself leaning into him and inhaling his scent. He smiled down at me but didn't say anything. Thank God. I was already blushing from being caught. One smart ass remark would have been enough to ruin my night. Hadn't I embarrassed myself enough?

  We came upon a white Ford F-250, and he opened the passenger side door and sat me in. I noticed he did not even put me down to open the door. Was it because he didn't want to let go of me? Not that it mattered- this was just a one night stand. He took off his leather vest that was covered in patches, and climbed into the driver seat.

  "So, are you gonna tell me your name, or should I just call you whatever I want?" I asked trying to strike up a conversation. This guy didn't talk a lot. I liked that.

  "You already know my name." How did he know that? "I know that because I left you with Red, and knowing Red she gave you the third degree. Surely, she said my name also," he said smiling adoringly.

  "She seems nice enough. You speak fondly of her. Is she your girlfriend?" I held my breath waiting for his answer. Again, he surprised
me by laughing.

  "I wish. Although I would have never let her go if I had her. She is married. Happily she claims. She has been my best friend for a long time. She is my confidante -- my rock, the one who takes care of me when I'm down."

  "While you are out taking care of other women in need," I said with a small smile playing on my lips. He didn't answer. Instead he reached over and lifted the console separating the two of us.

  "We have about a thirty minute drive ahead of us. You’re welcome to lay your head in my lap and take a nap. I don't think you’re supposed to sleep with a concussion, but I don't see what staying awake will do for you."

  I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to tell him to kiss my ass. I was not laying my head in his lap. I wanted to tell him that I had not agreed to go anywhere with him, and to take me back to my car. But surprising myself for the second time tonight, I did something I never do. I trusted this complete stranger to take care of me. My head was pounding so his offer was more than appealing. I scooted across the seat and laid my head in his lap.

  Closing my eyes, I tried to make sense of what I was doing but nothing made sense, so I stopped trying. I felt his hand brush the hair off the front of my face and run down my arm and back up again. It felt so good to be touched after so long. Even if it was for just one night I was going to enjoy every moment of it. I drifted off to sleep, and for the first time in three months Jeff's face was not the one I dreamed of.

  CHAPTER 2

  "Wake up darling." The endearment caused butterflies to form in my stomach even before I opened my eyes. "I'm gonna carry you inside, ok?"

  I was sure I could walk but not really wanting to-I nodded my head, and sat up trying to pull down my dress that had rode up my hips. Clearly not doing a very good job of covering myself, Luke laughed softly reaching his hands up my legs to pull my dress back down. It felt so much better when he did it anyway.

  "There, now you’re all covered up and I can't see you," he said smiling at me and making my heart of stone melt. He scooped me into his arms and led me inside what I assumed was his house. We entered through the kitchen and he sat me on the counter. "Don't move and don't fall. I'll be right back." He said smirking at me before walking disappearing from the room.