Our Little Secret//lh

8 • body shot

Meredith's p.o.v
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"Bye! Thank you guys for coming!" I lead the last few guests that offered to stay back and help clean up out. I close the door and sigh with relief.

"Ashton, you really do know how to throw a good party." I admit which earns a laugh from the group.

"You mean we." Mikey tried to correct, but Calum wasn't having it with his lies, especially when he's tipsy.

"We? Mike you did nothing."

"False! Don't spread these lies!"

"Calum's right, all you did was sit around and claim you were 'supervising' our efforts." Luke laughs deeply and my mind immediately raced back to the scene in the bathroom. I needed to get that out of my head. I couldn't let Luke talk to me that way because it was wrong. Ashton is my brother–and Luke is one of his best friends. We—I mean—I cant jeopardize that friendship.

"I was supervising because you three idiots combined have a brain the size of a squirrel."

"Watch yourself, Clifford." Ashton warns before giving Mikey a shove to the shoulder, yawning afterwards.

"Welp," Ashton pauses and stands up, "It's been real, but I'm plastered and exhausted—so goodnight."

"Goodnight, brother." Calum is the first to say it back before the rest of us join in.

And one by one, they all begin to trickle off to bed. Luke and I are the last ones in the kitchen, and when we're finally alone I can't help myself to ask the few questions that have been haunting my brain all night.

"Luke?"

"Hmm?" He hums in response. I rest my chin in my hands and look up at him as he pours himself and I a glass of water.

"Why did you say those things in the bathroom earlier?" I ask as he slides the glass of water to me.

"What do you mean?"

I roll my eyes, annoyed with him playing dumb constantly, "You know what I mean."  

And he did because after that, he was quiet for a moment. He lifted the glass of water to his lips and took a small sip before setting it back down onto the counter.

"Why don't I show you why."

My heart leaped at his words and my eyes darted up to scan over his features. There wasn't a single sign of amusement on his face—he was totally serious.

"H-How would you d-do that?"

He sent a small grin before waving me over to him. I shake my head in disapproval, "No, Luke—I don't think that's a—"

"Am I going to have to come over there and get you myself?"

I swallow hard before shaking my head slowly. Luke smirks, "Then come here."

And this time, I obeyed him and got up from my barstool to walk to the other side of the island. Luke doesn't waste a second to grab onto my hips and lift me onto the counter top.

"Don't move."

And I listened again, a smile crept onto his face, "Pretty girl—listening to me so well."

I swallow hard at his words, my chest beginning to rise up and down at a quicker pace than before. What was we he doing to me?

Luke turns his back to me and rummages around on the other counter top behind him before moving effortlessly to the fridge. He shifts through that for a moment before shutting it, and when he turns around, he's got a shot glass and tequila in one hand, salt and a lime in the other.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "What are you do—"

"Close your eyes." Luke interrupts.

I swallow hard and look back and forth between his eyes, searching for a hint of playfulness in them. There was only lust, his eyes much darker than they normally were.

"Close. Your. Eyes."

And I do as he says, earning a cocky chuckle from Luke Hemmings himself, "Such a good girl, aren't you?" He pauses and soon his hand is cupping my cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing softly against my skin.

He removes his hand and for a moment nothing happens, but a shiver goes up my spine when I feel Luke's breath fan across the skin in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I find my head tilting to the side to better his access.

Luke's tongue licks a small line before he pours salt onto the newly wet area, my heart beat quickening at the feeling of his warm tongue against my sensitive skin.

The sound of a shot pouring only makes my breathing much heavier and the feeling of Luke sticking the cold glass into the space between my cleavage makes me shiver and gasp at the feeling.

"Want a shot?"

"W-What?"

"Do you want one?"

I nod my head, thinking surely it will calm my nerves.

"Keep your eyes closed."

I do as he says, like I had been doing all damn day apparently because something about pleasing Luke made me feel good.

You're disgusting, Meredith.

Luke puts the shot glass in my hand and I down it quickly, a drop trickling down my chin and onto my chest.

Luke chuckles deeply and swipes his thumb along my chin, the sound of him sucking the liquid off of the pad of his thumb gives me goosebumps.

Luke's tongue meets my chest to lick the drips of tequila off and he laughs at my quick moving chest.

"Look at you," He pauses, his hands moving to either side of my thighs, "Open that pretty mouth for me."

"Luke." I whine only to get a hard squeeze on my thigh, "Now, Meredith."

And like before, I obeyed his command and opened my mouth. The feeling of a lime being set between my teeth makes my nerves calm just a little bit and I bite down ever so slightly to hold it in place.

The newly familiar feeling of Luke's tongue glides across the skin where he dumped the salt onto before. Only this time, he sucks on my skin, earning a small involuntary moan to sweep past the lime in my mouth.

Luke effortlessly lifts the shot from between my breasts and gulps it down before the sound of the glass hitting the counter top rings through my ears. My nerves begin to get the best of me because I know what comes next.

Luke leaves sloppy, wet kisses up behind my ear and down my jawline until the lime disappears from my mouth.

For the first time, I open my eyes and see Luke, sucking on the lime before tossing it into the garbage, my body numb from the feeling of Luke's mouth on my skin.

"Goodnight, pretty girl."

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