Lilah

Chapter 32 Apples #2

Music blasts through speakers throughout the house playing all the type of music I hate. Bekah walks off and Abby shrugs it off, rolling her eyes at her friend. They don't really seem like friends. Or good ones at least.

Abby grips onto my hand and pulls me past a hall filled with couples. My eyes nearly bulge when I see one girl's hand down a guy's pants, tickling his pickle fully in front of everyone, with not a care in the world.

We make it to the kitchen and Grey's rules flood my train of thought. I decide not to take any sort of chances, even when Abby offers me an unopened water bottle. She mixes herself a drink with all the different types of alcohol that sit on the counters.

Seeing the Jack Daniels sends flashes of bad memories into my brain but I push them to the side, forgetting about them.

I almost choke on air when I feel someone grip my hips and rub up against me as they pass behind me to get to the kitchen counter beside me.

Um...Grey never told me how to react to that.

Abby looks at the guy from the corner of her eye, a bit unhappily. He turns to me suddenly and smiles, flashing his pearly whites.

He's actually very cute and his skin is clearer than anyone I think I've ever seen.

Don't compliment him. Don't compliment him. Don't.

"You shouldn't be hiding those hips under that dress," he bites down on the corner of his bottom lip. My eyebrows furrow down.

I look down at the light blue polo shirt that covers his upper half. Grey doesn't like the guys who wear those, aka Aaron.

"Okaight," I stammer. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. What did I just say?

Abby grips onto my hand once more and she tries to conceal her laughter at the word I just spoke.

We walk past a table and what I see makes my heart fall to the floor. I really shouldn't be here. I know I constantly talk about drugs but actually seeing someone snort white powder just shocks me to the core.

Oh dear Jesus take me out of this place.

Places like these are no way my forte. Sleep is more like my forte.

I don't think I like college parties very much. I think I want to go home and watch Hercules the children's movie again.

"This party is bigger than any other one I've ever been to," Abby shouts over the music, her eyes narrowing in worry.

We pass by a beer pong table and suddenly my arm is gripped by someone who is not Abby. I almost poop myself in fear until I'm met with familiar blue eyes.

"Azzy, what the hell are you doing here?" Aaron holds me close to him, speaking to me over the music.

"Partying like a party animal, what does it look like?" I laugh sheepishly.

"Aye bro," a random polo-wearing guy says from across the beer-pong table says, "that your girl? Sweet little thing, huh?"

Aaron lets a smirk onto his lips and I narrow my eyes at that smirk.

"Where's that little boy of yours?" He asks and I smell some alcohol on his breath.

"He left-" he interrupts me. He left for work.

"I was wondering when you were going to come to me telling me he left you," he says and my heart falls, "especially after our conversation."

"What?" I whisper. What is he talking about? Why would Grey leave me? Is he? What conversation?

"I knew you'd never work, what'd I tell you?" he smiles smugly and I grow angry at him. Why is he acting like this?

"I'm here for you Azzy," he smiles but unlike when he usually smiles, I don't admire his adorable dimples. He raises his hand and places it on my jaw. When he moves his face closer to mine, I pick up a cup from the table and throw the contents onto him, shocking myself.

Before seeing his reaction, I grip onto Abby's hand and pull her away from the scene.

"Are you okay? Do you know him?" she asks, worriedly.

"I know him," my voice wiggles so I don't elaborate, just nodding. Why would he ever act like this? What is going on?

"We can leave Azalea, I'm not feeling this party. It's too wild honestly," she notices my upset mood.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" I ask her. I'd hate to ruin her night just because I'm dealing with my own crap.

"Yeah, we can do something else. This dress is uncomfortable too. Bekah kinda made me wear it," she shrugs.

I silently thank God that she hasn't left me. I don't know what I would do if she were to leave me alone. I'd probably die, just like Grey said.

We stand over by a wall while Abby texts Bekah about wanting to leave.

"Where'd Grey go tonight? He said somewhere three hours away," Abby questions while waiting for Bekah to text back.

"I'm not sure," I answer honestly. He could be anywhere in any direction. All I know is I miss my crackeaded Sugar.

And we need to talk.

What was Aaron talking about? I need to know.

I'm really missing Grey's hugs right now.

"She's staying here and catching a ride from someone else," Abby speaks up over the music, her eyes set unhappily. I sneak a small peak at her screen and just barely see the message sent by Bekah.

'You and miss priss can go ahead. I'm catching a ride from someone else.' it reads. I avert my eyes from the screen and push away the little pang that connects with my heart.

Do I really come off as prissy? I don't mean to.

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Having left the party not long after arriving at it, we drive to the nearest movie theater. Obviously after stopping by a Dollar Tree to get candy to sneak into the theater.

Following the ending of the movie, we make the hour-long trip back to our small town. Abby drops me off at home and I thank her for inviting me out.

I unlock the door, pushing it open and Bear attacks me with love. His butt wiggles excitedly as his tail wags quickly.

I fall down onto the couch and pull the blanket off the top down onto me. Bear jumps up and lays at my head, occasionally licking and sniffing the top of my head.

I take to watching Dumb and Dumber on the tv and I drift off to the view of Harry and Lloyd's snot freezing below their noses.

"Azalea," I wake to Grey's voice.

"Wake your ass up and kiss me," he squeezes my leg and I sit up, a smile on my face. I open my arms up to him and he lowers himself down to me.

"You didn't text me and tell me you were coming home," he grumbles, kissing the side of my neck.

"I'm sorry," I sit up further and the blanket falls off me. His eyes fall on my dress that I'm still wearing.

"Did you leave it on just because I told you I was going to take it off you?" he mumbles against the skin of my neck, his nose tickling me.

"Well," I trail off, "the bedroom is so far and I've had a long, scarring night so I decided it's a win-win."

That sounded more hornish than I intended.

"You want an apple? I want one," I stand up, leaving him behind me.

"We have apples?" he questions. He literally goes grocery shopping with me every week. I can't send him by himself because he'll only come back with every type of meat they have in the store.

I can't go by myself, for one, because I get sidetracked easily and I will end up in the toy aisle of Target picking out which JoJo Siwa slime kit I want to buy. Galaxy or neon pink? I don't even know who JoJo Siwa is.

Technically, we keep each other in check. That doesn't mean he pays attention all the time though.

I swear he stares at and levitates toward the meat sections. Jerky; he's grabbing at every time we pass. And we pass the jerky section at least three times a grocery trip.

"Shit, I- sure," he shrugs. He looks confused for some reason.

"What kind?" I open the fridge and take out the bag. He looks over at me, pausing as he unties his boots.

"Um."

"Red, Granny Smith, or Pink Lady?"

"Um," he drawls out like there's no difference between the flavors of eat apple type.

"Sugar, do you want a sweet one, a sour one, or a little sweet and a little sour?" I tilt my head. Is he okay?

"Well um."

I pick up all three and walk to him. He looks up at me from his sitting position.

"Pink Lady is sweet and a little sour," I hold it up, "Granny Smith is sour. Red is very sweet."

He looks between all three. Then he fiddles with the scrunchie on his wrist. I sit the apples down on the coffee table.

I place my hand on his forehead.

"Are you okay, Sugar?" I feel his temperature. He leans into me.

"It's only apples," I whisper. His hand trails around me. He snatches the bottom of my dress in a flash and lifts it off me.

A small pack of Sour Patch Kids fall to the floor with my dress. What the heck? I was looking for those.

He pulls away and looks at me, his lips turned up in amusement. I look down at myself. Then at the Sour Patch Kids on the floor.

"Now look," I point to my stomach, "my belly has goosebumps because of you."

He pulls me closer to him and trails his lips along my stomach.

"Now I have even more goosebumps," I wiggle a little at the tickly feeling of his soft lips. He pulls me onto his lap and looks at me.

I lean down and pick up the Sour Patch Kids. I begin taking them out the package and he gives me a look.

"What?" I mumble.

"Can't you eat those later?"

"...I guess," I drawl out, placing the package on the coffee table.

His dark eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks and I feel my heart growing just by looking at him.

"I'm almost buck naked," I mumble out, casually placing my arms around his neck. I look down at his full lips.

He stands suddenly, lifting me with him. I cling onto him and Bear starts to follow us until Grey tells him to stay.

He walks into our bedroom, shutting the door behind us with his foot. He throws me onto the bed and takes his shirt off. I bite my lip to hold my smile back as he tosses his shirt near the clothes hamper.

Every time he takes his shirt off I get all giddy inside. He climbs on top of me and bites my lip once I release it. He pulls at it and releases a second later. He lifts me back onto his lap and connects our lips.

"Fuck," he quietly groans when I move my hips down into his. Jesus, forgive me, I love you.

I reach down and touch him. He breathes in a deep breath as I look slightly up at him. He licks his lips, looking at me with lustful aka hornish, hooded eyes. I grip onto his belt and take it off.

He takes his pants off and I'm met with those large toned thighs of his.

Stripper. The perfect stripper.

"I'm a little nervous," I admit to him quietly and he kisses me once harshly. He tucks my hair behind my ear before leaning down and kissing me softly.

He takes a good while making me feel gosh dang good.

I look up at him almost nervously.

"You're hesitant," he says confidently just as he says 'you're hungry'.

I know it's going to hurt. After all, I did take health in high school and even middle school. But how bad? I have no idea. He leans down and kisses me. I shiver as his chain falls across my neck. Why's that thing always too cold?

A thought causes me to gasp.

"We're about to do sex!" I gasp. He shakes his head against my shoulder and I smile. He sits up with a small square package in his large hands.

"Where on earth did you get that?"

"It's obvious we would do this at some point, Lilah," he rolls his eyes. He carefully unwraps it in his hands and he slides his black briefs off. He lowers himself onto me, his teeth biting down on the corner of his bottom lip.

I breathe out softly, preparing myself. He reaches up and tilts my chin up until I'm looking at him.

"I love you," he tells me softly, pecking my lips gently.

"I love you," I reply.

"You're sure you want me to go on?" he asks. I nod. We need to do this. Well, I need to do this. I want all of him. His peter included. Oh yeah.

He gently moves his hips forward and I'm met with a motherfreaking chainsaw in my lady region for a few seconds. I gasp deeply and slam my head back onto the bed. I clench his shoulder harshly and tell myself not to cry. My crying will make us not hornish because I'm not a cute crier.

"I'm sorry," his voice comes out strained, "fuck. I'm sorry."

We both remain still while I adjust to him, small tears just barely about to leak out the outer corners of my eyes.

He places soft pecks on the side of my neck and my cheek, my face cheek.

The pain fades to a dull ache and I reopen my eyes, looking up at him. He hovers over top of me, his jaw tensed and his eyes half-closed. He looks like he feels good. I don't really feel good.

"You look like you feel good," I whisper up painfully. He opens his eyes all the way and lowers his head to mine.

"You feel so fucking good," he buries his face in my neck, a small moan leaving his lips. A moan? Good Lord. We're going to do this more often just so I can hear that sound leave his lips again.

"You can move a little bit," I tell him and I suck in a deep breath when he does. He leans up slightly and grabs the sides of my legs. He lifts my legs up around his waist and slowly drives his hips forward.

The aching intensifies for a while before simmering down. He leans his head down into me kissing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

He intertwines our fingers on one hand and he guides my arm around his shoulders with the other. At one point I get this feeling of pleasure that sends a gasp rolling out of my mouth.

He pulls away, looking at me and sees the pleasure on my face. The ache may still be there but there's a pleasure too that's making its way through.

"Fuck you're so beautiful," he leans back down, capturing my lips with his, "all mine."

I hold onto him for dear life when a familiar feeling breaks out in my goody region. He's made me feel that feeling many times. This one feels amplified a bit and I swear I cannot keep my toes from curling.

Hardly any time after I've come down from the feeling Grey is clenching onto me harder and tensing his jaw twice as much.

"Fuck Azalea," he groans a few seconds before pulling me close and letting go.

"I love you."

"I love you," I kiss him back. I wait a few seconds.

"We did the dirty," I whisper. I pick up those Sour Patch Kids and I open them, placing a few into my mouth.

He leans up further on his elbows above me, looking at me confusedly.

"Where'd those come from?" He questions. I pause and think about it.

I'm not positive but I think I picked them up against just before we came in here.

"I picked them up, you said I should eat them later," I drawl out. I place a red one in my mouth.

"Want one, sugar?" I hold out a blue one for him. He looks at me for a second. Then he leans down and I place it in his mouth.

I hum the words to Cherry Pie and he leans down chuckling into my neck.

It makes up for the Ariana Grande I listened to earlier.

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IDK

I hope you enjoyed! Lord have mercy, God forgive me.

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Word count: 4731

-Ashlyn M.