Chapter 38 Club #2
"Grey!" I gasp, "we are not about to have sexy time!"
"No one will hear us. And no one ever comes in here. The door's locked too."
"Still!" I whisper-shout.
"You don't want me?"
"No it's not that, I always want you-"
"You always want to have sex with me?" a smirk rises on his face and I roll my eyes.
"That's not what I meant."
He grips the waistline of my pants.
"I'm not sitting my booty cheeks on this freaking ledge! This isn't our plane!" I tell him. He lifts me off the ledge and takes everything off the both of us.
I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't.
Dear God, I'm so sorry for doing this. I feel like a bad child and I just pray that you and Jesus can forgive me for such acts.
Also, I know what I'm doing is bad but if y'all could just maybe prevent anyone else from coming in here or hearing us, that would be very greatly appreciated.
Don't worry, I'm going to pray right after doing this and also later tonight. I love y'all, amen.
Although I've recently gotten birth control, I'm still nervous about it since it hasn't been a full week so Grey takes that familiar square package out of his pocket.
He does what he needs to do with it and he lifts me back up. He kisses me one harsh time before he presses his hand against my mouth and pushes into me.
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"What were y'all doing in there?" Lincoln's voice questions as Grey closes the door behind us. Lincoln hooks his belt from just coming out of the bathroom.
"Nothing," Grey says nonchalantly and if I was Lincoln, I would've believed it. I keep my head down and I close my eyes harshly.
Keep your mouth shut Azalea. It's ridiculous. Don't say it.
Oh gosh.
"Sex."
"Goddammit," Grey sighs and Lincoln's eyes widen. I place my hand on my forehead and internally punch myself in the face. I say that all the time, for a reason I don't even know. And the one time that I should definitely not say it, I say it.
"Did y'all really just have sex in there?!" Lincoln whisper-shouts.
"I told him we shouldn't!" I defend myself even though it takes two to tango. I groan into my hands, my face probably tinged pink.
Grey sneaks off into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He flushes it and Lincoln hears it and it's just all worse.
"You horny motherfuckers!" Lincoln laughs, "in the gun room? My God."
"We didn't touch anything! I promise! He held me up-"
"I don't want to hear details!" Lincoln covers his ears and I wince. Grey returns to where we are and when he sees Lincoln holding his ears he looks toward me and sighs, shaking his head.
"What did y'all just want to be in the mile-high club or what?" he questions and my mouth drops open.
"That's what that is?" I gape at Grey who only smirks to himself. I can't believe myself. I need to go to some sort of school that teaches these sexual phrases because I can't keep driving the struggle bus like this.
"Tell anyone and I'll kill you," Grey shoves past him. Lincoln gives me a look.
"Actually try not to tell anyone because I'm already dying of embarrassment just because you know. Unless you want me to have a stroke, please don't tell anyone," I give him a quick smile and follow Grey.
I sit down in my seat and I put my face in my hands. I really can't believe myself. I send Grey's arm a little punch.
"You did this," I tell him.
"How was I supposed to know he'd be coming out the bathroom the same time we'd be sneaking out of the room I just fucked you in?" He questions back.
Good Lord the way he says that is so vulgar. Why not something sweet like...making love. Or even better, making music or something, I don't know. Heck, saying sexy time is great.
"You're a terrible influence on me."
"Yeah well, you needed some of that. You don't have to always follow the rules and go according to plan," he kisses my temple. I quite like following the rules thank you very much.
Rule 342,941 I like to follow: Don't have sexy time on a plane.
But that obviously went right out the window.
I grip onto both of Grey's large hands and he already knows what's about to happen so he turns toward me and he closes his eyes.
"Dear heavenly father, we are so terribly sorry for doing what we just did. I'm ashamed to say I'm a part of the mile-high club, forgive me. And father forgive Grey because he's just a chronic rule-breaker. Also forgive him for dragging me into-"
Grey interrupts me during prayer.
"Excuse me father, forgive Azalea and help her understand that she knew what we were doing after a certain point and she could've stopped it at any time."
If he curses, we're going to have to start this prayer all over and make it longer by having to apologize for that to.
"And yes, forgive us for all the times we did things we probably shouldn't have in places where it's probably not appropriate but that's love for you," he continues and a little smile reaches my lips at the last part. He gives my hand a little squeeze which means I can continue.
"Father, we'll try to behave better. More like heavenly children. Please help this plane land safely, in the Jesus name, amen," I end and Grey and I both lean down and kiss each other's hands once.
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We got off the plane pretty late. We got to the house we're staying at really late and it was so late that no one explored. It was late and we all went straight to bed. Especially me. I was basically a zombie and Grey was making fun of me but whatever.
I can't even remember anything about the house. I think I slept walked into a random room and from there it was just claimed to be mine and Greys.
I raise my head from the pillow groggily. I look around the room and it's completely pitch black. Is it still dark outside or is there just no windows?
Oh gosh, what if I sleep-walked into some random closet and just brought a pillow with me?
Grey's not even on me. Oh Lord.
Why am I totally bunched up in all the covers? Am I even in Montana?
My eyes adjust to the darkness and I just barely see the outline of the window and the outside world. It's just still dark outside.
I reach over gently and I search the other side of the bed for any sign of Grey. I softly poke a foreign part of the body.
Oh help me, what if this isn't even Grey?
I lay my hand flat and I identify the part I'm touching as the back of someone. The person lays on his side. Grey doesn't even sleep on his side. He sleeps on his stomach or on top of me.
I swear if this is someone else I'm going to have a fit.
I reach around to the person's stomach. It is definitely not Grey. This guy is too skinny. I shoot out of the bed. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Is sleeping in the same bed as someone cheating?
I just felt up a random person?!
I crawl on my hands and knees, feeling around for a door or anything. I find a door and feel my way up to the handle. I open it and a sliver of light comes from the clock on the stove in a kitchen. I stand up and close the door softly behind me.
I hold my head in my hands feeling horrible. Who even was that?!
I rush all the way into the kitchen and turn on the light over the oven just to give me some light. I immediately go to the coffee maker and begin on some coffee to distract myself. Where is Grey and I's room? Am I even in the right house?
It's seven in the morning.
But already nine in Tennessee.
I let the coffee finish and then I make a cup for Grey. Maybe giving him coffee will make me feel better about sleeping with someone else.
That is the worst sentence in the world.
I fix the coffee just the way he likes it with extra love and I go on the search for him. I open the doors to two more rooms and come to the conclusion that nope, none of those other two are Grey.
It's embarrassing but I got close enough to smell each of them to determine if they were Grey or not.
I don't even have my phone so I can't use a flashlight or anything. And I'm not about to just flip on a light, no sir. I'd hate to wake anyone up.
I decide to carefully go up the stairs. Of course, being in hallways I can turn lights on if I can find them but not room lights.
The first room I come across is a closet so that does nothing. But then I open to door to a bedroom. The guy is on his phone and I see him turn to the door where I am.
"Azalea?" Oaklee's voice questions out and I breathe out a breath of relief. I flick the light on and he sits up.
"Oaklee, I'm dying," I groan, shutting the door behind me.
"Tell me all about it babydoll, I'm all ears," he pats the bed beside him. I sit down carefully.
"I feel like a terrible person," I admit and his eyebrows furrow.
"Why?"
"I slept with someone else," I deadpan and I don't think I've ever seen someone's eyes get so wide.
"What?!" He whisper-shouts.
"Not sexy time! Just sleeping!" I defend.
"Who?" he gapes. I throw my hands in the air.
"I have no clue!"
"How do you know it wasn't Grey?" he questions. I look down sheepishly at the coffee in my hands.
"I touched him."
"Oh my God, did you touch his dick?!" he whisper-shouts again.
"No! I touched his back and stomach and he was too skinny to be Grey!" I defend again.
"Help me find Grey," I plead.
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I couldn't keep this from y'all any longer. This chapter and the next will be mostly just fillers and little things so I hope y'all enjoy!
Oh also, I just realized, there's a lot of praying in this chapter so if anyone has any problem with that, just comment (kindly) and tell me if you want some type of warning next time.
Also, I feel like in stories, people never really acknowledge female-on-male sexual assault.
Usually (in Wattpad stories and such), it's always men hurting women but it can definitely be the other way around too.
I hate to think about how often men go without telling someone when they're assaulted (women too, of course).
81% of women report sexual assault but only 35% of men report it.
Anywho, have a nice night y'all!
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Word Count: 3842
-Ashlyn Montgomery