Chapter 12 "Hanging By A Thread"
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If you only knew
I'm hanging by a thread
The web I spin for you
If you only knew
I'd sacrifice my beating
Heart before I lose you
"If You Only Knew" - Shinedown
EPOV
As soon as Lillah reluctantly closes the door on me, I dash to the woods, pulling off my clothes as quickly as possible before phasing. I run at a steady pace, the same words running over and over through my head: I can't believe I stayed the night with her.
I've never stayed the night with a woman. I've never fallen asleep with a woman wrapped in my arms. I've never just slept with a woman, no sex involved.
And yet, last night, I did all of those things, with Lillah. The kicker, I want to do it again. I pray she falls asleep in my arms tonight so I can carry her to bed and undress her like I did last night. I had the best sleep I've ever had in my life, even before the imprinting.
This morning, waking up to her tucked up against me was pure heaven. I just wanted to stay there, in her bed, kissing her all day long. Feeling her soft lips against mine, just kissing her slowly and gently, loving her, was enough for me.
Of course, my body wanted more. Before I even woke up I was reacting to her. When I pulled her against me, I knew she could feel how hard I was. I expected her to roll away, instead she moaned, causing my need for her to grow even more.
What surprised me most was how much she wanted me. When I hiked her leg over my hip, I could feel how wet she was. It took everything in me not to move my hand under the thin piece of lace covering her. When she started moving against me, kissing up my chest and, I'm pretty sure unconsciously, rubbing herself against my straining cock, I didn't want to stop her. I knew I would be rolling her over and burying myself in her without a second thought, if I didn't slow things down.
To distract us both I simply kissed her. It made me laugh that I was able to focus on just kissing when I knew she was practically naked. I could feel her nipples against my chest but I forced myself to focus on her lips. I didn't take long before my sole focus was Lillah's soft, sweet lips. My world narrowed to just the two of us, wrapped around each other, simply kissing.
And then the door to her bedroom opened and all I could think was I needed to protect Lillah. I can't believe I was so wrapped up in her that I couldn't even tell someone was approaching. I never lose focus like that. It's in our nature to be on alert at all times, to protect those around us, the people we- care for. I see Angela's shocked face clearly in my mind and I'm pissed with myself. I was ready to strike before I even knew who it was. Lillah can never know how close I was to phasing.
I was surprised how quick she was to reassure me; it was strange but also comforting. I was reminded of last week, never imagining that just seven days later Lillah would so readily support me, turning to me immediately just as I had seen Emily and Rachel do in the past for Sam and Paul. I'd expected fear or anger from her, knowing I might have hurt her cousin, but I saw only concern in her eyes.
My mind wanders forward to tonight. I'm daydreaming about how I'd like the night to progress, starting with where we left off this morning; naked expect for her panties and my boxers. Before I can dream of any more clothing being removed, Jacob interrupts my thoughts. I have no idea how long he's been in my head, but I'm guessing long enough to know I spent the night with Lillah.
He shows me a picture of Sam's house. He wants to meet me there. Shit. Just what I need, a pow-wow session with Sam and Jacob. But I can't ignore this; unfortunately, Jacob pulled rank on me, commanding me to show up, not as my friend but as my Alpha. Fuck me.
Thankfully Jacob didn't order me to show up right now. I decide to take my time getting to Sam's house, dreading what is to come. I know there will be both questions and disapproval waiting for me. Wanting to ignore the ass chewing I'm sure to get from Sam and Jacob, I ease my mind back to Lillah. I find myself relaxing at just the thought of her.
As I pass the beach, going out of my way to reach Sam's house, I'm reminded of Lillah playing with Claire yesterday. She looked so happy, laughing with Claire, playing along with her silly game. I could tell Lillah was having fun, which made me smile. While Claire doesn't have an aversion to strangers, she has lived a very sheltered life. But she readily accepted Lillah. I wish it were as easy for me to accept her.
Later in the evening, when Lillah was holding Eli, well, she looked perfect. Lillah was made to be a mother. I could tell she loves children, her eyes lighting up at just the sight of Eli. Even more, I could tell kids love her in return. Seeing her holding Eli again in my head, I imagine it is our baby, the little girl I keep seeing in my daydreams; honey colored skin, auburn hair, and freckles across her nose, just like her mommy.
I shake myself from this daydream. Even if I were to accept her, that doesn't mean she would ever want to be with me, let alone have my kids. I need to just stop myself. I thought being friends would make it easier, but I'm finding it's just making it more complicated. Yes, the dreams that kept me up at night have stopped, but now I can't control my daydreams of her. In my daydreams I can see all the possibilities ahead of us. Of course, in daydreams we don't have all the shit to work through. Like the little problem of her ever wanting to be with someone like me. She deserves better than me, but in my daydreams, I'm all she ever wanted.
I exhale slowly. When I look around, I see I'm close to Sam's house. Before I approach, I phase back and pull on my jeans. When I walk into the kitchen through the back door I see Sam and Jacob are sitting at the table waiting for me.
I grab a cup of coffee before sitting. They both nod, Sam pointing to the food set out, "Dig in, I'm sure you're hungry."
I reluctantly fill a plate with bacon, eggs, and pancakes, turning to both of them, "What's going on that I had to be ordered here?"
"You missed your patrol shift overnight." Jacob isn't harsh when he says this, more surprised, concerned.
I look at Jacob, shocked this is the reason why I've been summoned. Even though Jacob doesn't sound upset, I'm still pissed, "Are you kidding me? Everyone misses patrols every now and then. What the fuck, I miss one patrol and I'm getting shit?"
"That's the thing, Embry. You've never missed a patrol. Not in all these years. Even when your mom was grounding you night after night in the beginning, you were still there." As Sam speaks, I can tell this isn't a bitch out session, it's more of an intervention. What the fuck? They have no right to interfere in my relationship.
I finish off my food, pushing the plate away from me before I turn to both of them, "I was just exhausted last night. This week has been hell. Once my head hit the pillow, I was passed out. It won't happen again, don't worry."
Sam clears his throat, "Uh, actually it will happen again. I think you'll find yourself getting better sleep when you have Lillah beside you at night."
"How did you know-," I don't even finish the thought before Jacob is tapping his head. Of course, he saw all my uncontrolled thoughts this morning when he 'popped' in my head. This is getting worse and worse. Now I'm not only losing control of my life because of Lillah, I'm losing control of my thoughts.
"Plus, you left with Lillah last night in her car. When I was patrolling this morning, your truck was still at the beach." Trust in Sam to pay attention to things like the fact my truck was at the beach still.
I hesitate before admitting, "Yeah, fine, I was at Lillah's, is that a crime? And what do you mean I'll get better sleep when Lillah's beside me?"
"No, definitely not a crime to want to be with your imprintee." Jacob offers quickly, before I can assume the worst.
Sam however is a little slower to respond, "Of course it's fine that you were at Lillah's, but Embry, don't forget, your duty is to protect this tribe, not just Lillah. As for sleeping, well, you've had the dreams the past week or so, I'm assuming based on how grouchy you've been and how shitty you've looked lately. Those happen when your imprintee isn't near. When you have her in your arms, the dreams go away. There's no need to dream when you have the real thing there beside you."
I sigh at this information. I should have known. This whole imprinting thing gets worse and worse if you aren't around her. It's like I can only have peace when I'm with her. But with that peace, I'm completely losing control of everything around me. Lillah is going to completely control and ruin my life.
Jacob breaks into my thoughts, "Given how well rested you look, we'd like to offer a compromise. Sam and I have talked and we think this is a good solution for everyone involved."
I don't say anything as I wait for Jacob to continue. I'm worried, but at the same time, hopeful their solution means I can be with Lillah as much at night as she will allow. That thought scares the hell out of me. I've never wanted to go back to a woman after spending time with her. She has me wrapped around her finger already and I've only spent one night next to her.
"If you are open to it, we'd like to recommend you switch patrol shifts with Seth. He's out of school now and starting to 'date'. Sue isn't happy about this, as you can guess. To help her with knowing where her son is late at night, he can take your shift. That way, he can patrol with Leah. Sue likes the idea of Leah being around to keep an eye on him late at night. You will take the afternoon shift with me. You'll be done by sunset most nights. Then you can spend your evening with your imprintee." Jacob grins, proud of himself for this solution.
Sam interjects before I can say anything, "Don't worry, we won't cut your hours at the shop. Instead of your normal nine to five, we will back up your time. You will open the shop at seven in the morning, but we will get you out by three for patrols."
I don't even know what to say. I look between Sam and Jacob. Neither one seems pissed, more concerned. That helps me to make my decision. I take a deep breath and release it loudly before answering, my resignation evident in my voice, "Yeah, I guess that works. I mean, if I won't lose hours at work. Have you talked to Seth?"
"Yeah, just a little while ago. He's all for it, of course." Jacob looks hopeful that I will agree.
"Fine, I'm in. When do I start?"
Jacob looks over at Sam and shrugs his shoulders, "This afternoon, if you'd like. Seth was planning to take on both shifts for you today. Since you took my shift last week I don't know that there is much for you to get caught up on. However, it would probably be good for you to bring Seth up to speed on your shift."
"Yeah, that's fine, but if it doesn't work out, I want my late night patrols back." I look between Sam and Jacob, trying to convey to them my uncertainty is not with the new time, but with my relationship with Lillah.
Sam chuckles at this, "What do you think is going to happen? Lillah kick you out? I doubt it, especially after the fun you two were having last night. You were rivaling Paul and Rachel for loudest couple."
"I don't know Sam, Embry and Lillah weren't 'loud' like Paul and Rachel, but they were under their blanket before anyone else, Dad was barely done with his stories." Jacob winks at me, "What were you two doing under that blanket anyway?"
"None of your damn business," I growl out, annoyed they know anything about what Lillah and I were doing last night. It doesn't matter to me how they found out, either by what they saw or heard last night or because Jacob was poking around in my mind earlier, it's not right that they know our business. No one should hear or see her like that, no one but me.
Needing to calm down, I attempt to change the subject, looking back at Jacob, "Hey, mind asking Billy to call me sometime? Lillah came to the Rez last week to talk to him about a field trip. I'd like to make that up to her."
Jacob grins wide, "Sure sure. So did you continue the fun once you got to her house? Did you sleep with her?"
"Jacob, do you see how surly he is? If he had actually gotten any last night he'd be in a much better mood," Sam chuckles at himself, not knowing how close he is to the truth.
Jacob elbows Sam, "Is that why you are always in a bad mood? Because Emily holds out on you?"
"Are we done here?" I don't want to be a part of this conversation, especially discussing Sam and Emily having, or not having, sex.
Sam and Jacob bust out in laughter over my reaction. I shake my head as I move to place my dishes in the sink.
Sam speaks up before I can leave, "Embry, one more thing."
"Yeah, what's up, Sam?" My hand is on the door knob, ready to go.
"You might want to hide that bra in your back pocket. I don't think the other guys would let you go as long as Jacob and I did without giving you shit about it."
I roll my eyes, slamming the door behind me as I walk out.
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I decide to walk to the beach to pick up my truck; I've got time to kill before I report for patrols. I don't have to patrol this afternoon, I know that, but I also don't want to seem too eager to return to Lillah. Even though I am. I'm dying to phase and run straight back to her house. I want to take her to our bedroom and make love to her all afternoon.
I pause mid-step, realizing that in my fantasy, I called her bedroom our bedroom. I press my palms hard against my eyes, trying to force rational thought into my brain. But it isn't helping. Imprinting isn't about rationality. Imprinting is completely irrational, as I have experienced this past week. Normal people do not have fantasies about being married with one kid and another on the way a few hours after meeting someone. Then again, normal people don't change into giant wolves at will.
I start walking again, moving at a snail's pace. I pull her bra from my back pocket and finger the purple lace. Recalling last night and this morning makes me smile. Rational or not, this really has been the best twenty-four hours of my life, all because of her. Pulling my cell phone out, I send Lillah a quick text asking if she wants her bra back.
Before I approach the beach, I lean down to stuff the bra into the pouch around my ankle. Lillah's response pops up on my phone as I stand.
Yes, please. But you have to hand deliver it. :)
I'm grinning as I approach the truck, focused on the fact that she finally responded to one of my texts. I look up to unlock the door, surprised to see Paul sitting on the tail gate of the truck. "What are you doing here, man?" What the hell is going on that the guys keep sneaking up on me?
Paul is watching me closely, "You just now noticed I was here? You are so focused on, I'm guessing here, a text from your woman, and you didn't even sense someone was close?" Paul pauses briefly before grinning, "It's good to see you have a weakness. You aren't perfect all the time! Who knew?"
I'm completely shocked by this comment from Paul. I sit on the other side of the tail gate from him, wide eyed, "What do you mean I have a weakness?"
"Man, our imprintees...they give us strength but they also are our weakness. I can't tell you the number of times Rachel and I have been so engrossed in one another that we have no clue what is going on around us. But I'm sure you understand. I hear you and Lillah were giving Rachel and me a run for our money last night at the bonfire."
I decide to ignore the bonfire comment, focusing on the first part, "So, it's happened to you before? You've been so focused on Rachel that you don't know what is going on? Has someone ever...caught you?"
"Caught us? Many times! Hell Jacob walked in on us a few weeks ago. If I've told him once, I've told him a thousand times, call or text before you come over, but does he listen? Nope. We were in the living room, Jacob banged on the door a few times, or so he says. I didn't hear a damn thing. Rachel was doing this thing with her tongue," Paul stops when I glare at him. It's one thing to have to see the images of him and Rachel, another to get a play-by-play description.
Paul chuckles, "Fine, no details. Anyway, Rachel and I were so focused on each other; we didn't hear a damn thing until Jacob was barging in, screaming his head off at both of us. I know he knew what we were doing. I'm sure he could hear us, but he just had to prove a point."
Thinking back to this morning, I ask more hesitantly this time, "Have you ever been so surprised by someone walking in that you nearly phase and attack?"
"Uh, who are you talking to?" Paul grins and I can't help but to laugh with him, "Of course! I nearly attacked Billy a few days after I imprinted on Rachel. He came into her room one morning and I was not expecting it. That was the worst. But it got easier, especially after we moved in together."
Paul doesn't say anything, waiting for me to jump in. When I'm silent for a few minutes he finally crosses his arms, glaring at me, "So, do I get the story behind these questions? I'm sure it's a doozy, especially since your truck was here all night, you sly dog you! Did you fuck her all night long? Did you finally tell her she's your imprintee? Did you at least go down on her?"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Damnit! Apparently everyone knows I stayed the night with Lillah last night. I hate that they are assuming the worst about what happened last night. Needing to make sure he knows, I growl out, "Nothing happened."
Paul looks at me incredulously, "Really? Nothing? So you are just randomly asking me these questions after your truck was left here all night?"
"Nothing happened last night, we just fell asleep." I don't want to share the second part, but I know Paul won't leave me alone until he knows why I'm asking these questions. Exhaling, I continue, "Lillah and I were in her room this morning, just kissing, not that it's any of your business, and her cousin walked in. I didn't hear a thing until Lillah's cousin was screaming 'Oh shit!' I had no clue she was even close. When I finally realized she was there, my only thought was to protect Lillah. I came way too close to phasing in front of both of them," I shake my head at the memory.
Paul throws his head back, roaring in laughter, "Damn dude! You have to show me how that went down next time we are phased! That is classic!"
"Is there a point to you being here, other than to give me hell?" I'm hoping focusing him on why he actually searched me out will distract him from the story.
Paul stops laughing, but he still has a huge grin on his face, "Yep, just wanted to warn you. I'm fairly certain Rachel is over at Lillah's house right now, grilling her."
"What? I thought you were going to stop her from any further match making!" Paul and I had talked yesterday while we were setting up the bonfire about how Rachel needed to just stop, imprintee or not. He agreed with me, saying he would do his best.
"Hey, there's only so much I can do," Paul throws his hands up in the air. "You need to learn, these women don't play fair. She threatened to withhold...some things, from me, if I didn't give her back her keys. I already took her cell phone away! What more can I do? She should be back soon."
"Fuck! Do you think I should go check on Lillah? I really need to get going on my new patrol shift."
Paul's grin broadens, "New patrol shift? Did Jacob or Seth switch? Wait, let me guess. Seth!"
"Yes, Seth and I switched shifts. I'm being punished because I missed one fucking patrol. You slackers skip patrols all the time. But I miss one and I'm off late night patrol and forced to afternoon duty with my Alpha. It's disgraceful. I feel like I'm being given a babysitter."
Paul punches me in the arm, "I like this girl, and she's really wearing you down; missing patrols, not completely focused on every detail around you. It looks good on you."
"Whatever, get the fuck off my truck, I need to get going. Try to control your woman. Tell her to leave mine alone."
Paul laughs and waves as I hop in the driver's seat, "You try controlling your woman, let me know how that goes!"
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After dropping my truck off at my place and grabbing a quick lunch, I'm back in the woods, patrolling the area near the cliffs. Seth pops in my head, wanting to know where I am. I show him the cliffs then make my way there. I have a little while until he shows up, since he was on the other side of the reservation.
I approach the edge of the cliffs, where I found Lillah yesterday. It seems so long ago now, but the fear is still very raw. The image of Lillah sitting with her feet dangling over the edge of the cliffs is fresh in my mind. As much as I expect her to wise up and realize I'm not good enough for her, I fear when that day comes. I won't fight her then. I'll have to let her go, but I don't think I'll be able to survive it. She is already such a huge part of my life. If I'm honest with myself, over the course of one week, Lillah has managed to become my life. Everything I do is somehow tied to her. Every decision I make, every thought I have, it's all for and about her. I'm so fucked.
I quickly pull on my jeans when I hear Seth approaching a few minutes later. Even though technically Seth is only two years younger than Jacob, Quil, and I, he has always felt much younger. I suspect that is because of Leah. The way she sees Seth in her mind is always as her baby brother, not the man he has become. That imagery has always colored our impression of Seth. But now, Seth is nearly legal to drink, even though he's been buying alcohol for years. Another advantage of being a wolf, looking much older than our years, but not aging.
Seth is grinning wide when he appears. "Hey man! How's it going?"
"It's going good, how have you been? We missed you and Leah at the bonfire last night. Thanks for covering patrols for all of us."
Seth's winks, "Happy to help out. You've worked so many bonfires over the years. Now that you have an imprintee, it's important for both of you to attend those. Good bonding for everyone, even though you horny freaks spend most of the night under the blankets. I heard you and Lillah gave Paul and Rachel a run for their money last night."
"Jesus! Who's spreading the rumors? So far Jacob, Sam, Paul and now you have mentioned something. Does everyone know?" I'm running a hand through my hair, frustrated. I don't want them talking about Lillah like that. Damnit, I shouldn't have pushed her last night. But I couldn't resist touching her, tasting her, when she was so close to me.
Seth laughs and rolls his eyes, "Man, you know there aren't any secrets around here. Sam was sitting next to you guys. Between patrols and just general talk, everyone probably knows by now. But it's not like anyone is upset about it. It's good to hear you are connecting with her. I can't believe you haven't told her yet. Are you sure you can't claim her?"
"Pretty sure. She is so far out of my league, there's no way she could be happy with me." I lean against a tree, sighing at the thought.
Seth moves a few feet away, watching me with his arms crossed. I forget how much Seth has filled out over the years. He's not much smaller than me now.
"I don't know, Embry, from what Jacob was telling me, Lillah was quite happy with you last night. She couldn't take her eyes off of you."
"Whatever. Jacob lies."
"No man, he was telling me, even when she was running on the beach, playing with Claire, she kept looking for you, finding you, then returning to Claire. The way he described it was weird, sounded exactly like how Emily, Rachel and Kim watch Sam, Paul, and Jared. You might be surprised how happy she could be with you."
"Anyway, enough talk about Lillah. What do you want to know about my patrol shift you are stealing?"
Seth laughs loudly at this, "Don't blame me, blame my overprotective mom and sister. How often does my sister actually make patrols?"
I shrug, "About seventy-five percent, but most of the time, we barely acknowledge one another. We've been patrolling together so long; I hardly notice she's there anymore."
Seth is surprised by this, "You don't talk? I can't ever shut her up."
I chuckle at this thought, remembering Seth rambling all week while I covered Jacob's patrols. No wonder he's a blabber mouth, I'm sure between Leah and Sue he rarely gets to speak.
"We usually touch base once or twice during the night, but nothing big. She patrols the beach and the cliffs, while I patrol more of the forest and the border. Unless there is something suspicious, we both keep to ourselves."
Seth frowns, not happy to hear this information, "I doubt it will be that peaceful with me. I'm sure Mom told Leah to use this chance to find out what has been going on with me lately. Mom thinks I'm 'dating' like you used to. She is so nosy."
"You mean you aren't 'dating'? If not, then what's been going on with you lately?" I'm curious, because, as I've just been reminded, nothing is secret amongst our group.
"Don't tell anyone, ok? Especially Jacob. I don't want him to freak." I agree, not sure what kind of secret Seth could have that Jacob would freak out about.
Once Seth sees me nod, he launches into his story, almost like it's a relief for him to finally tell someone, "I've been hanging out at the Cullen house a lot lately. I can't afford college, but Edward has been teaching me a lot of stuff recently.
"He thinks that maybe they can work it up so that I can get some sort of certification. Maybe not a bachelor's degree, but possibly an associate's degree. Edward is looking into somehow creating an accredited school. I'm hopeful he can figure it out, or, at the very least, knowing the Cullen's, throw enough money at someone until they give in." Seth gives a short bark of a laugh at this thought before continuing, "If it works out, I can teach at the Rez School. I need a backup plan for when I stop phasing, and honestly, I hate the shop."
"Wow, man that is so cool. Does Rachel know? I bet she still has contacts at the school."
"Yeah, she's helping me out, though she doesn't know I'm working with Edward on the education part. She would tell Jacob. Of course, being at the Cullen house means I've been hanging out a lot with Ness. She's cool, but obviously, I feel nothing for her. But I think Jacob would lose it if he knew. Which is another reason why I was happy to change shifts. Jacob digs into my mind whenever he can. He means well, but when you are hanging out at his girl's house, you kind of don't want him finding out."
I stand up, clapping my hand on Seth's shoulder. "Your secret is safe with me, you have my word. Anything I should know about Jacob?"
"Nah, like I said, he likes to dig into your mind, but he means well. You know, he's a great Alpha and a good friend."
"It's very true. Alright, I'm going to get back to patrolling. See you later, Seth."
"Yeah, hey Embry," I've already started walking towards the forest, but turn back, "Leah wanted me to mention, you owe us a family dinner one night. All wolves, all imprintees. Leah is dying to meet the girl that finally caught you."
I grin, waving a hand over my shoulder, "Yeah yeah, tell her to talk with Emily to set something up. Hopefully Emily and Rachel can plan and just let us know when it is. Then I'll just have to bring Lillah and eat! Later, Seth. Good luck patrolling with Leah!"
"Good luck with Lillah. Can't wait to officially meet her!"
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A few hours later, I'm finally heading home. Of course, after giving me so much shit about missing patrols, Jacob wasn't there this afternoon. Seth showed me as he was heading home from the cliffs that is was a fifty-fifty shot on whether or not Jacob would patrol. No wonder Paul thought I was perfect all the time. Obviously everyone else slacked off way more than even I knew.
Once I arrive home, I text Lillah to let her know I'm running later than I had originally planned. I didn't know about the new patrol shift when I left her house this morning.
I shower quickly. Of course, the 'morning' wood never left me today. The memories of my time with Lillah yesterday and this morning just making it more painful. I once again take care of myself, hoping that I can at least find enough relief so I can spend the evening with Lillah without my cock throbbing all night long.
I start to get dressed, but look at my watch. I realize if I phase and run there, I could shave twenty minutes or so off my time. That would mean twenty more minutes with Lillah, and my truck wouldn't be parked in front of her house. I don't want her neighbors and friends gossiping about her, its bad enough that the entire wolf pack knows what's going on with us.
I stuff clean jeans and a decent black t-shirt into my pouch, along with the lacy purple bra, which I guess I have to return to Lillah. I wear my boxers out, but pull them off as soon as I hit the woods, running towards Lillah's house.
I pull my boxers and jeans back on in record time once I arrive at her house. Following the instructions from her last text, I find the hide-a-key on the back porch and let myself in. Not wanting to surprise Angela, in case she's here, I quietly whisper, "Lillah?"
I walk into the kitchen, my stomach grumbling when I smell the delicious scents of whatever it is that Lillah has prepared. But she's not in here. Walking across the front entryway, I peek into the living room, but no Lillah. I assume she's getting dressed in her room. I decide to give her privacy, planning to stay in the hallway until she walks out of the bedroom.
Instead, as I lean back against the wall, I hear her call out my name, her voice frantic. I'm running before I even realize I'm moving. I rush through her room, knowing the sound came from her bathroom. I slow my pace when I don't hear my name again, but I can hear her breathing, it's uneven and choppy, like she can't catch her breath.
I open the bathroom door slowly, not sure what scene will be presented to me. I am stunned by what greets my eyes. Lillah's head is leaning against the back of the bathtub, her eyes closed and her hands...Oh. My. God. Is she?
She is, my God, she is.
Before me is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, Lillah, softly mumbling my name as she tries to get some sort of satisfaction. She calls out my name, louder this time, begging for something.
Well that was a waste of a shower. I'm instantly hard, watching her. I know I should look away, close the door, but I do neither. Instead, I walk toward her, intent on taking care of her and satisfying her beyond her imagination.
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