Page 18 of Unholy Confessions
"This is ridiculous," I say, running my hands through my hair. "We're adults, Montgomery. We shouldn't have to sneak around."
"I know," she says, smoothing down her hair. "But what can we do?"
I stand up and pace to the window, looking out at the beach. The frustration is eating at me—not just the sexual frustration, though that's definitely part of it, but the bigger picture. We're nineteen and eighteen years old. We've been together for over a year. We're serious about each other—more than serious. We're planning a future together.
"Next time we go on vacation," I say, turning back to face her, "we're insisting on our own room, or our own condo. I don't care what they say."
Montgomery raises her eyebrows. "You think they'll go for that?"
"They'll have to," I say firmly. "You're my future, Montgomery. I'm yours. Our parents are going to have to realize that we're adults, and that's all there is to it."
She stands up and walks over to me, sliding her arms around my waist. "I love it when you get all determined and protective."
"I'm serious about this," I say, looking down into her eyes. "I'm serious about us. I don't want to spend the next few years of our lives stealing moments when we can get them. I want to wake up next to you. I want to fall asleep holding you. I want us to have our own space, our own life."
"Me too," she says softly. "More than anything."
"RJ! Montgomery! Come down and tell us about the parasailing!" my dad's voice booms from downstairs.
We share a look of mutual resignation.
"Coming!" I call back, then lean down to give Montgomery one more quick kiss. "To be continued," I whisper against her lips.
"Definitely to be continued," she agrees.
As we head downstairs to rejoin our families, I make a mental note to have a serious conversation with our parents tonight. We're not kids anymore, and it's time they started treating us like the adults we are. Montgomery deserves better than stolen moments and interrupted privacy. She deserves everything, and I'm going to make sure she gets it.
"There they are!" My mom says as we appear in the living room. "How was it? We want to hear everything!"
I slip my hand into Montgomery's and squeeze gently. "It was amazing," I say, looking at her instead of my mom. "Absolutely amazing."
Chapter 9
RJ (Age 22)
"RJ don't stop, please..."
That voice, and the way I'm rocking into her is the only thing that keeps me sane these days. The medicine doesn't work like it used to, and the way Grey Skies has rocketed to the top of the rock charts has really thrown me off. Routine has been a big part of what's been able to keep me level, and with us touring, it's taken me off that routine. "Feel good?" I mumble, running my mouth up Montgomery's neck, closing my teeth down on her earlobe. It drives her nuts, and I growl when I feel the tips of her nails against my back.
"Yes, RJ. Fuck me harder," she whines.
I give her exactly what she wants, losing myself in the rhythm of her body beneath mine, the way she gasps my name like a prayer. This is the only time my mind goes quiet anymore – when I'm buried deep inside her, when her legs are wrapped around my waist and she's looking at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
The hotel room is dim, just the city lights filtering through the curtains, casting shadows across her skin. She's so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache. Her blonde hair is spread across the pillow, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses, her blue eyes dark with need.
"God, Montgomery," I breathe against her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips. "You're perfect."
She arches beneath me, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make me groan. "RJ, I'm so close..."
I can feel it too, the way her body is tightening around me, the way her breathing is getting more erratic. I shift my angle slightly, hitting that spot that makes her cry out, and she falls apart beneath me with my name on her lips. Since the first night we spent together, she's blown my mind in every single way.
Watching her come undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her with a groan that comes from somewhere deep in my chest. For a moment, the constant noise in my head goes completely silent, and there's nothing but this – her warm body against mine, her fingers tracing patterns on my back, the sound of our breathing slowly returning to normal.
I roll to the side, pulling her with me so she's curled against my chest. Her skin is flushed and damp with sweat, and she looks satisfied in a way that makes something primal in me purr with satisfaction.
"That was..." she starts, then trails off with a contented sigh.
"Yeah," I agree, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "It was. It always is with us."
