Free Falling
Page 7I’d just finished packing my overnight bag when there was a knock on my bedroom door. I turned and shouted for them to come in, knowing it would be Luke. As soon as the door opened, his eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped open as he raked his eyes over every single inch of my body. I bit back a smile at his lustful expression.
“Holy shit, Maisie. Damn!” he almost growled.
I laughed and did a little twirl. “Look okay?” I asked, not really needing confirmation, I could see the approval in his eyes.
“Okay? My God, baby… or maybe I should say, my Goddess.” He bit his bottom lip, his brow furrowed as his eyes raked over me slowly.
I laughed and grabbed my red sandals that Luke had bought me a couple of weeks ago. I pulled them on then walked over to him. He was still checking me out, obviously thinking of all of the dirty things he wanted to do to my body tonight.
“Let’s go get this party over and done with so that you can take me home with you for the night, huh?” I purred, tracing my hand up his chest lightly.
His hands went to my outer thighs, brushing across them teasingly. “These legs blow my mind,” he breathed, shaking his head, looking slightly pained. “I think maybe you should change. I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to drive us there without killing us.”
I laughed at that. “What?”
“I’m warning you now, I’m not going to be able to keep my eyes on the road on the way there,” he admitted, shrugging casually as if this was no big deal.
I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, pressing every inch of my body to his, trying not to shiver as his hands trailed up to cup my butt. “If you kill us then we won’t be able to do any of those dirty things that you’re thinking right now.”
He laughed, smirking at me. “I am thinking a lot of dirty things.”
He moaned breathily, taking my hand and tugging me towards the door quickly. “Let’s just go to the stupid party so we can leave already.” He stooped and picked up my overnight bag, practically dragging me out of the door as I giggled at his eagerness.
The party was in full swing by the time we got there; people were already wasted even though it was only just after eight thirty. Luke had his arms securely around my waist, his chest pressed tightly against my back as we headed to the kitchen to find Ricky and wish him happy birthday.
“So we tell Ricky happy birthday, have one drink, one dance, then I take you home with me for some n**ed private time. Deal?” Luke whispered, tightening his arm across my stomach.
I giggled and nodded in agreement, subtly brushing my body against his teasingly. “Deal.”
He groaned in my ear and pushed me against the kitchen island lightly, pressing his whole body to mine possessively. “You’re being a bad girl tonight,” he breathed seductively in my ear.
I looked over my shoulder at him, trying to appear innocent. “I’m never a bad girl. I’m Maisie Preston, innocent to the core,” I protested.
“I took that innocence, Maisie. You can’t claim to still have that!” He laughed and kissed me, making my knees tremble slightly, and I was glad I went for flat shoes tonight instead of heels; otherwise I might have fallen over because of the feeling that went into the kiss.
He pulled back and put his forehead to mine. “Let’s get a drink, then we’re leaving,” he whispered.
I nodded, but I knew that wouldn’t happen, because just as he finished speaking, his group of friends walked in, all teasing each other and pushing each other around. I sighed as they spotted Luke. His arm stayed around my waist, but his posture changed. The act that he put on for his friends was back again, I just hoped he didn’t end up getting into a fight if he got too drunk.
Several hours later, Luke and I were totally wasted. He was supposed to have been driving tonight, but after the drinking competition started he decided we would get a cab to his instead. ‘Drunken jerk Luke’ was on good form tonight. So far he had already insulted most of the teachers; he’d made digs at the computer club, which had pissed off Charlotte. He’d annoyed my brother by calling him a ‘self-obsessed player who only thinks about where to get his dick wet next’. He’d basically made jokes and nasty comments about everyone in the room, except for me. Lucky for him he was popular otherwise he probably would have been thrown out hours ago. I could tell by Alex’s expression that he wanted to sucker punch him for his comment.
Sandy sashayed her way into the kitchen, her eyes on Luke as she smiled seductively. My jaw tightened as I watched from across the kitchen. Luke was sat on one of the stools because he was a little unsteady on his feet. She pulled herself up onto the counter next to him, her short skirt rising slightly higher as she did it and the hoe didn’t bother to pull it down either.
“She’s such a slut,” I slurred, pointing at Sandy with my cup, slopping Captain Morgan on my leg.
Charlotte and Beth both nodded in agreement. “Are you gonna go stop her hitting on your man?” Beth asked, hiccupping in the middle of her sentence.
I shrugged. The movement made me wobble and almost fall off of the counter I was perched on top of. “Nah, he’s a big boy he can tell her himself,” I rejected, waving my hand dismissively.
I laughed as they talked; Luke kept leaning away from her as she leant in, obviously flirting with him. Suddenly he disappeared behind the kitchen island, a loud crash followed, and hysterical laughter. I frowned, confused for a second until I realised that Luke had just fallen off of his stool and landed on his ass. I burst into a fit of giggles, as did everyone else in the room; people were cheering him and shaking their heads.
Ricky grabbed his arm and pulled Luke to his feet where he swayed, rubbing one hand over the back of his head and the other over his lower back, frowning drunkenly. His eyes flicked to me, and he pouted like a child. “I don’t think I’ll be able perform very well tonight, baby. I think I may have had a little too much to drink, and my ass hurts.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes at him. “You can make it up to me in the morning when your killer hangover’s gone.”
He smirked at me and grabbed the stool, sitting back down again. Sandy smiled and handed him a new cup of drink because he’d spilt his all over the floor with that little stunt. “Bottoms up, Luke,” she said, smiling at him suggestively.
He laughed and downed his drink in one before scrunching up the cup and throwing it over his shoulder. “Bottoms in any direction works for me, right Maisie?” he chirped, laughing hysterically at his own non-funny joke. Sandy smiled and jumped down from the counter heading out of the room, throwing one last seductive look over her shoulder at Luke, but he either didn’t see it or chose to ignore it because he didn’t react to it at all.
After another ten minutes, Luke put his head on the counter and groaned loudly. I pushed myself off of the nice little seat I had found next to the alcohol and headed over to him, staggering and walking into people as I did it. My eyes were a little unfocussed, but I obviously wasn’t as bad as Luke. I put my hand on his back, rubbing gently.
He shook his head. “No. I don’t feel good. Actually,” he swallowed loudly, “I think I need to puke.” He pushed himself up from the stool and ran, with surprising stability, towards the stairs.
I cringed at the thought. “Yuck! Rinse your mouth after,” I called after him, laughing to myself.
“He alright? You need someone to take you home, Maisie?” Freddie slurred. His eyes raked over my body slowly, making my skin crawl. “I could help you get to bed if you need a hand… or any other body part you might need.” He smirked at me, but I was just too drunk to care.
I didn’t bother making any comeback as I turned away from him, looking for a bottle of water or something; I was actually thirsty even though I’d been drinking like a fish all night. I felt a hand slide down my back, squeezing my ass.
I frowned and span around, slapping the hand away, glaring at Freddie. “You need to get lost before I tell Luke that happened,” I threatened.
“Luke’s too wasted to care. Come on, Preston, let’s go somewhere private and I’ll show you how a real man performs,” he suggested, gripping my hip and leaning in.
I put my hands on his chest and shoved as hard as I could, causing him stagger back a step and me to almost fall into the counter behind me. Just then I spotted Alex from the corner of my eye and I felt my heart rate start to return to normal. “Screw you, Freddie. Just go away before I call Alex over here to kick your ass,” I warned, nodding towards my twin brother who looked like he was trying to eat the girl he was kissing.
Freddie looked in that direction and I saw his eyes widen. His hand immediately dropped off of my hip. It did benefit me sometimes, having a brother that would happily beat the crap out of any guy that even looked in the direction of his sister. He had beat on Luke a couple of times when we first got together, and he certainly wouldn’t stand for a jerk like Freddie putting his dirty hands all over me.
Freddie frowned and shook his head; he didn’t say anything just walked off through the crowd, obviously heading to find another girl to try out his sexual predator moves on. I leaned against the counter, waiting for Luke to come back, but he didn’t. Just as I was starting to get worried about him, a girl walked up to me and smiled.
“Hey, Maisie. Luke asked me to tell you to meet him upstairs in one of the bedrooms,” she chirped, giggling to herself. I frowned. Selena wasn’t exactly one of my friends, she was in the A list at school and was one of Sandy’s little cheerleader minions. I was actually surprised that she would even do a favour for Luke that involved her talking to me in the first place.