Page 284 of Lilah
"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'swhat 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.
