Chapter 17 Jessie #3
I shuffle around uncomfortably for a while, gradually turning my back and closing the circle so Chase and Izzy are dancing on their own.
Luke dances boisterously, but thankfully it’s nowhere near the carnage he unleashes at home.
Every now and again he bumps into me with his hip or his shoulder.
It makes me feel like I’m falling, even though my feet are both firmly on the ground.
“I wanna dance with you,” he says leaning in close to my ear.
His breath on my neck sends a little tremor through me.
It runs down my body like fingernails on skin.
Stroking me so lightly I can only just feel it, but it’s enough to make me start wanting.
I glance around and see a sea of people I don’t know.
I see a handful I do. I start feeling very, very vague about why I care if they know I’m into Luke.
It makes total sense to want him. He’s the hottest thing in this club.
Everyone wants him. Girls, guys, everyone’s looking.
Their eyes on his body makes me feel like I’m going to combust. Like I’m going to lose it.
I move closer to him. I can’t tell if it’s to shield him, or if it’s because being around him and not touching him is starting to feel like it’s going to hurt me.
Either way, I start dancing. His smile hits a thousand watts and his eyes glaze over.
His lips move, but I can’t hear him over the music.
“What?” I yell.
He leans in so close I feel his lips on my ear. “Can’t believe you’re real.”
The words slice into me. They cut me up inside and confuse my senses.
They rake my skin like fingernails again, but this time they do it hard.
They scrape down my belly and reach into my pants.
They find my cock and my balls and they squeeze.
I’m instantly so hard, I feel it happening; that subtle shift, the change from the version of me I trust to the one I really, really don’t.
Luke’s features are painted blue, highlighting his full lips and strong jaw.
The light seems to refract as it finds the tiny slivers of skin peeking out of his mesh tank.
It changes from blue to pink. Hard then soft.
His lips part and I see a glint of his teeth.
The sound and the lights and the booze are all getting to me.
They’re making me feel stretched out and crazy.
I feel overstimulated and so fucking horny it doesn’t feel safe to be around other people.
I swipe one hand down Luke’s lower back, easing my hand under his top and closing a fist around the warm skin I find there. I lean down slightly to make sure he can hear me.
“Can we go home?”
He doesn’t move out of my grip, despite the fact I’m holding him hard. If anything, he leans into it.
“No,” he says with an innocent smile. Then he grinds his hard cock against my hip. By the time he looks at me again, he looks a light year from innocent.
“You should run,” I sneer, grabbing at him again. One hand digs into his flank and the other curls tightly around his neck to make sure he can hear me. “If you had any sense you’d run from me.”
He pulls back ever so slightly, like maybe he does have a smidgeon of self-preservation. He doesn’t, though. He’s only stepped back to get a better look at me.
“Do I look like I’m going anywhere?”
The same wave of arousal from before hits me again.
It’s stronger and darker this time. It’s so strong and so dark it feels like it’s going to destroy me.
I can handle it, but I know if it takes me down, it’s going to take him down too.
I step away from him and let him know I’m going to get something to drink.
I push my way to the bar and find a stool open. I order a bottle of water. As I crack the lid my phone vibrates in my pocket.
Luke: Try.
Me: ???
Luke: Try to scare me.
Luke: Bet you can’t.
Me: If you could read my mind you’d be scared shitless right now
Luke: If you could read mine, you’d have your tongue buried in my ass right now
I look down in shock. The letters swim on my screen. I read the message twice to make sure I’ve read it right.
Is he for real? Is he seriously standing fifteen feet away from me looking hotter than hell, sexting me in public?
Me: Can we go home? PLEASE
He looks down at his screen and bites back a smile as he reads the message. My phone pings.
Luke: No
Me: If we don’t go home right the fuck now the training wheels are coming off
Luke: What does that mean?
Me: It means I’m done taking it easy on you
Me: It means you’re going to get railed
Me: It means you’re going to need my hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming
I’m watching him closely when he checks my messages. I expect to see a double take or a look of surprise, instead he looks up at me when he’s read the message and beckons to his chest with both hands, the universal bring it sign.
Seriously Lukey? What the fuck, man? You’re getting in over your head.
My phone buzzes again.
Luke: Look to your right.
I do. I see Chase leaning in, moving Izzy’s hair out of the way as he says something to her.
She rolls her eyes and tries to muster a look of disdain, it falls short and tugs at the corners of her mouth instead.
I can’t see his face as his back is to me, but I see hers.
Her eyebrows raise and she takes a sharp breath, pausing for several seconds, then she throws her arms around him and kisses the ever loving shit out of him.
He stands stock still, fists balled at his sides, until the kiss hits him, then his hands float up and find their way into her hair and around the small of her back and he crashes his body against hers.
I turn to see Luke with a hand clamped over his mouth, I can tell he’s trying not to squeal and jump on the spot. His eyes are glossy. So shiny, it looks like he might be holding back tears.
Though it’s not at all like me, and I’ll deny it if someone accuses me of it, my eyes mist up.
It’s not so much that I’m happy for Chase and Izzy, it’s the fact that Luke is so fucking adorable.
When I see him like that, literally bursting with goodness, the darkness in me recognizes the light in him.
I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Maybe I was wrong before. Maybe he’s not the one who should run.
Maybe that’s me.
Instead of running, I find myself moving towards him. There’s a sense of urgency in me as I weave my way through the throng of moving bodies that separate us, the force that pulls me towards him is nothing short of magnetic.
He puts his arm out to greet me and I allow myself to be pulled in. He drapes an arm around my neck and I lean in.
“Can we go home? Please, Blue.” There’s a raw desperation in my voice that I should hate, and I almost do.
The only reason I fall short of hating it is because he hears it and recognizes it for what it is; a plea.
He takes a few steps back, pulling me with him as we disentangle ourselves from the group.
“Where’d you think you’re going?” calls an indignant Gould. We don’t answer, instead we turn and start walking as fast as we can. “Get back here! I can see you, you dicks!”
That only makes us move faster. We’re out of breath and stumbling with laughter by the time we get down the street.
“Should I call a Lyft?” asks Luke
We’re not all that far from home, just over a mile if we cut through the park. “Nah, I’ve got other plans for you.”