Chapter 20 "Pull Me Down Hard"

Disclaimer: Not SM. Pretty sure she wouldn't appreciate all the dirty things we have her characters do. Come on, would you really expect SM to have talk of sex on the kitchen table? That's what we thought.

A/N: Still with us? Last chapter we had girl time. Now it's some good guy bonding, plus Lillah and Embry quality time. We would warn you about not reading while at work, but really, who would listen to us? We won't keep you waiting. Enjoy!

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
"Come On Get Higher" - Matt Nathanson

EPOV

My phone is ringing before I even have time to pull on my jeans. It's Jacob, of course. The slacker ditched patrols today, which was fine with me; it gave me time to think. I'm sure he would have wanted to kill me if he had patrolled, I couldn't stop replaying the past twenty-four hours over and over in my mind.

I put the phone to my ear, grumbling when I answer, "I'd better not hear one word from you when I need to skip patrols."

"Amazing how imprinting makes you want to skip patrols. And no, you won't hear anything from me, unless there is an emergency, but that's not why I'm calling."

"What, did you miss my voice?"

I can hear Jacob's laughter over the phone, "You wish. No, I wanted to check, do you still have that extra set of welding gear?"

I'm surprised by his question; it's definitely not what I was expecting. "Yeah, I think so, probably buried in my old closet over at Paul and Rachel's."

For the first time since I moved out of my mom's home at the age of eighteen, I'm suddenly struck with the need to actually move everything out. To clean out that room. I don't know why I haven't yet, other than there was always an "excuse". When I first moved out, I didn't have time because Sam and Jacob still had us on high alert. About the time that calmed down, my mom discovered she had breast cancer. Then, after she passed, I just didn't want to be in the house. I was happy to sell it to Paul and Rachel. They needed their own place, and I had no desire to live there ever again.

But now, I wanted to clean out that room, to make a fresh start. Besides, I know that as soon as Paul and Rachel get married, they will want to start thinking about kids, and they'll need the space.

"Would you mind if I borrowed it?" Jake's question pulls me back into the phone conversation.

"Yeah, that's fine, but why? Don't you have a set of welding gear at the shop?" I had bought my gear before the change happened, to help Jacob out while he was rebuilding the Rabbit.

"I do, it's not for me. Stop by the shop when you can, I'll explain then. All the guys are meeting over there; beer and pizza since the girl's are having a 'ladies night' to plan the family dinner."

"Why they need to throw a dinner to plan for a dinner I will never understand," I roll my eyes and shake my head. "But ok, I'll run by Paul and Rachel's now to grab the gear, I'll meet you at the shop shortly."

"You know all the imprintees are already over there."

"I know. Your sister needs some payback. I need to show her who really influences Lillah," I growl out. I'm still irritated by how she acted yesterday, but if I'm honest with myself, I'm also just being a cocky SOB. Lillah is mine.

"Oh, I can just see this turning ugly quick. I hope you make it out alive, Rachel might kill you."

"It's a chance I'm willing to take; besides, you are my reason for showing up. She might come after you too."

"I hate you."

I'm laughing as I press the button to end the call.

-0-

I tap lightly on the front door before walking in to Paul and Rachel's house. As I walk in I see Rachel and Kim in the living room, giggling over some shared joke.

Rachel is shouting before I've barely closed the door, "NO! Embry you are not allowed here! This is my time with Lillah, I left yesterday when it was your time, and you need to leave!" She pouts out her bottom lip like a small child. Brat.

"Rachel! Calm down. I'm here for Jake. He needs to borrow something, so I just stopped by to pick it up. Promise, I'm not trying to interfere with your girl time." Lies. I'm grateful for the excuse to see Lillah and to prove to Rachel that even though Lillah doesn't know what is going on, she'll always pick me over her. Plus, I want to see her again, make sure she is ok after seeing me phase earlier.

Rachel narrows her eyes, almost like she knows I'm not telling the whole truth, "What does Jake need that you have to pick up?"

"My old welding gear." Before Rachel can open her mouth I raise my hand to stop her, "Stop, I don't know why. He's going to explain when I stop by the shop to drop it off to him."

"Hmph!" Rachel does not like this answer, obviously, but it's not like I care.

Kim giggles looking over at Rachel, and then turns to me, "I assume Jake will be sharing with all the guys tonight, including Jared. What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing special; beer, pizza, and pool at the shop. I hope to kick Jared's ass tonight, he's up three games on me, that isn't cool."

Kim grins proudly, "I don't think you'll kick his ass, but good luck."

"Thanks, I'll be right back. Where's Lillah by the way? She's here, right? I saw her car out front."

"She's with Emily." Rachel mentions, a little too casually. Instead of worrying about Rachel's ulterior motives, I make a beeline down the hallway.

I stop cold in my tracks when I get to the doorway of my old bedroom. Crammed into the tiny room are Claire, Eli, Emily, and Lillah. They are all sitting on the floor, Emily and Lillah with their backs to me. While Emily and Lillah are distracted by Eli, Claire gives me a tiny wave and a smile.

I start to wave back when I see Eli dive for Lillah, giggling as he cups her face with his chubby hands. She places her head against his little neck and kisses his skin. I feel like I've been punched in the gut, the sight before me completely overwhelming.

First, just Lillah being in my old bedroom is bizarre. I can't decide if I want to yell at her to get out or take her on the grand tour of my childhood room. Granted, I haven't lived here in four years, but seeing her surrounded by my stuff, in my room, it feels right in a weird way, but still unnerving.

Second, Lillah holding Eli gets me every time. It never fails to amaze me how right Lillah looks with a baby in her arms. She reminds me so much of Emily, like she was born to nurture. But when I see her holding Eli, all I can think is: That should be OUR baby she's holding. And that shit both freaks me out and excites the hell out of me.

Third, here, in this room, set up just like it was all my life, I feel like my mom is going to walk around the corner any moment now. Even though I know she's gone, I can still feel her around me in this room. Thinking of Mom, I'm suddenly saddened that she'll never get to meet Lillah. I'm pretty sure Mom would have loved her, if for no other reason than she loved to cook too. Most of my childhood was spent in the kitchen, either watching Mom, or, as I grew up, washing the dishes as she cooked. We were always a team.

I clear my throat, both to help pull myself out of my thoughts and to announce my presence. Lillah looks shocked to see me and Emily starts questioning me immediately. I use the excuse of needing to pick up something for Jacob, but it comes off awkwardly, as I'm still trying to come to grips with Lillah being here, in this room.

Lillah and I make eye contact briefly, however, for the first time; I'm the one that looks away first. I can see how confused she is, but I can't answer her questions right now, not without telling her everything. When she returns her focus to Eli, I step into the room.

I barely take two steps before Claire is launching herself into my arms, "Uncle Bry!"

"Claire Bear!" I turn Claire upside down. As always, Claire manages to make me smile, her laughter infectious.

After carefully setting Claire back on the floor, I turn to the closet, pulling out the bag of welding gear. I take a brief look in the closet to see if there is anything else I need when I spot a shoe box on the top shelf. Setting the bag of welding gear down on the bed I reach for the box I haven't seen or thought of in nearly three years.

When Mom found out her breast cancer was so far advanced, she started preparing things. I had already moved out, but I spent as much time with her as I could. I stopped by for dinner one night and she presented me with this shoe box. My mom didn't have much, so her affairs were already in order, depressing as that was. Mom informed me this box contained everything she ever valued in her life, other than me. I hated that my becoming a wolf had separated us so much, but I knew through all the fights, Mom never stopped caring.

When I opened the box I was amazed at all the little mementos my mom had saved over the years. Almost everything was from my childhood: a lock of hair from my first hair cut, drawings, a couple of report cards, silly gifts I'd given her for Mother's Day and Christmas. All lovingly cherished.

Also in the box was a small silver necklace with an oval locket attached. My mom wore the necklace as long as I could remember; I was so accustomed to it being there I hadn't even noticed it was no longer around her neck. When I asked, she smiled sadly and told me she wanted me to have it. "Maybe you'll luck out and the girl you fall in love with will have an 'L' in her name. If not, give it to her to show her you love her."

My finger slides over the engraved 'L' on the front of the locket. Even though Mom's name was technically Nayeli, everyone that knew her called her Lee. I don't have to open the locket to know engraved on one side is Mom's name and on the other side my name. I pocket the necklace, not considering the significance of my mother's words. I can't think about it while I'm here in this room. I put the box back on the shelf and grab the bag from the bed.

Emily, Lillah and I leave the kids to play in the room. I let the women walk ahead of me but my hand automatically reaches out for Lillah. I need to feel her, even if it is just touching her lower back. I feel the tension seeping out of me at the simple contact. I also hear her exhale slowly, like she's been holding her breath. Her hand reaching out for the seam of my jean leg nearly stops me.

Unfortunately, just as she reaches out for me, we are walking into the living room. Rachel is yelling at me to get out before I barely round the corner from the hallway. I do my best to ignore Rachel and the other imprintees comments, leading Lillah to the front door.

I'm aware of the women around us but I don't care. I need to feel Lillah and I want Rachel to understand that I'm Lillah's number one priority, not her.

I drop the bag of gear and pull Lillah to me. After everything I saw in that bedroom, I need this connection with her. I need to prove to myself that at least on this level, she is mine. When our lips connect all thoughts are erased from my mind except for my need for this woman. I'm learning as this 'friendship' progresses, I can't get enough of her. I feel myself growing hard and I need to share it with Lillah, make her feel what she does to me just by kissing.

I use the opportunity of Lillah's gasp at my growing erection to further explore her hot little mouth. After running my tongue along her bottom lip, and biting just a little, I pull back slowly. Placing my mouth against Lillah's ear I explain I'll be at the shop tonight, I hope she stops by afterward.

Lillah starts to pull away from me but I need to give her one last reminder. I move my hands until they are cupping her ass, squeezing and pushing her hips forward so she can feel how much I want her.

Releasing Lillah, I give my goodbyes to the room. As Lillah rights herself, I reach out, brushing my finger against her rosy pink cheek. Needing to go before I take her back to that old bedroom, I grab the bag of welding gear and leave. I can hear the women giggling before my feet even step off of the porch and a smirk spreads across my face.

-0-

"Embry! Your timing is perfect; I was just about to do the big reveal." Jacob, along with Sam, Jared, Paul, and Quil, are grinning when I walk into the shop.

"The 'big reveal'? We've all seen your junk; I'd call it more of an 'average reveal'."

Jacob flips me off, "So how'd it go at my sister's house?"

Paul perks up, "You went by the house? You interrupted Rachel's time with Lillah? You do have a big pair to go up against her. You know she's pissed about you kicking her out of Lillah's house yesterday."

"I know her drunk ass started in on me as soon as I walked in the door. It's your future brother-in-law's fault I was there." I toss the bag of welding gear at Jacob, "Why'd you need this stuff anyway?"

"You are actually the reason why I needed it." Jacob is grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Man, Jake, I don't have time to take on a side rebuild."

Jacob smirks, "Not you actually helping me, I get it, your poor little tiny brain can only focus on Lillah right now. But you're the one that gave me the idea."

"Embry actually gave you an idea? That has to be a pack first," Jared is laughing at his own humor. He's the only one laughing.

"Embry's now up on you in giving ideas, Jared. You've yet to produce one." Sam grins at Jared before turning back to Jacob, "So, why did you call us all here? Because I have yet to see beer, pizza, pool, or the point."

Jacob grins again, "Seth is picking up the pizza, he should be here shortly. The beer is in the cooler like always, pool table is ready and waiting, and the point is right over here."

I follow Jacob as he walks over to a tarp covered vehicle in the back of the shop. I look at him, still confused, "I still don't get how I'm the reason why you needed the welding gear."

"You gave me the idea," Jacob smirks at me, "when you were bragging on your imprintee the other day."

Jared elbows me, "Bragging on her already? What did she do that was so cool it inspired Jake to get a piece of junk?"

I shrug, "Let's not get in the habit of calling Lillah my imprintee. And like you're one to talk, Jared. You used to brag on Kim when she'd draw 'cute little hearts' on her notebook at school."

Jacob barks in laughter, "Oh God! I'd forgotten about that. We'd be patrolling and all I'd see from Jared are these hearts. So don't miss that shit."

"Awesome. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. The fucking point? I'm starving," Paul is getting surly without food.

Jacob pulls the tarp back to reveal a piece of shit that can barely be called a car, but has the outline of a Mustang from the sixties, "The point is, Embry was telling me about Lillah rebuilding her classic Camaro with her dad. The reason I needed the welding gear is because this is going to be Ness' eighteenth birthday present."

Sam is surprised, "Wait. Lillah rebuilt the Camaro? Just her and her dad? Damn, she is perfect for you. Quil, you're fired."

"Shut the fuck up, Sam. How am I going to support Claire if I don't have a job?" Quil is glaring at Sam. Sam enjoys threatening to fire Quil, I think primarily because he knows it bothers Quil, it's his way of pissing him off.

Sam shakes his head, "Don't know. Don't care. If Lillah rebuilt that Camaro, she has to be a hell of a lot better mechanic than you ever will be."

"Don't worry, Quil. Lillah prefers teaching, for now. Although I did tell her if she ever decided to quit teaching, I was sure Sam would hire her," I grin at Sam.

Sam elbows me, "Yeah, only problem is, if I hired Lillah, I'd have to fire you too, Embry."

"What the fuck?" Sam has never threatened to fire me, so I'm surprised.

"You'd be punching all the male customers for even looking at her," Sam, along with the other guys, chuckle at this comment.

I try to picture Lillah in blue coveralls. The image that pops into my head makes me smile, especially the idea of her not wearing anything underneath those coveralls. But then I see some prick walking up to talk to her. Sam, Paul, Jacob, and Quil all double over in laughter when they hear the growl escape my lips.

"Fine, you're right," I reluctantly admit.

Sam claps my shoulder, smiling knowingly, "Of course I'm right, I have the most experience dealing with a smoking hot imprintee that all the guys stare at. Trust me, Emily has had to back me down a few times over the years."

Paul nods, "That is true. Rachel loves going out, but it is torture for me. All I see are assholes checking my woman out."

"Think how I felt when Kim was gone away to school. All I could see in my mind were these nerd doctors hitting on her," Jared grumbles.

"Alright, we all have to deal with jerks looking at our women. Except Quil and Jacob, of course. So why are you giving Ness her birthday present eleven months early?" I'm puzzled by the timing.

Jacob shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know, I thought it would be a great way for Ness and I to spend time together. She could come by the shop when Edward releases her from her 'school'. We could spend a few hours working on it every couple of days. By the time we finish, I figured it would be about time for her birthday again."

"Pizzas here!" We all turn to see Seth walking in, a shit eating grin on his face. "Did I miss anything?"

I have to laugh at Seth's timing, "Just Jake showing off the piece of shit care he got for he and Ness to rebuild together. A Mustang, right Jake?"

Jacob turns to me, nodding, "Yeah, it's a sixty-six."

Seth's eyes go wide, "Really? A car? To rebuild. Huh. Uh, that's cool man."

"What took you so long with the pizzas?" Jacob glances at Seth curiously.

"Hmm? Oh, long line, sorry man. They frown at orders of ten pizzas. Think you are up to no good. Where's the beer?"

Seth puts the pizzas on the table near the cooler, pulling his cell phone out. He grins at the screen, types a quick response then pockets the phone.

"New girlfriend, Seth?" Jacob, having noticed Seth's actions, questions him.

"Me? Nah. I've taken over Embry's role of the bachelor wolf. Just my mom." Seth says and busies himself, twisting the top of his beer, downing it in a few gulps.

Jacob narrows his eyes, but doesn't push any further. "So, who's up for pool? I'm ready to kick all your asses."

-0-

"So then I bend her over the couch-"

"Stop!" Jared shouts over Paul, "Just because Jacob, Seth, and Quil left does not mean we want to hear about your latest sexual adventure with Rachel."

Sam takes a swig of his beer, not seeming to be bothered by this conversation, "Paul, you have not told me one thing yet that Emily and I have not done. Now, have you tried the kitchen table?"

"The kitchen table? I've thought about it, man, but I'm always concerned about it holding my weight." Paul steps back from the table, grabbing his beer.

Sam lines up his shot, "Oh man, Emily fucking loves the kitchen table. I'm pretty sure we conceived Eli on that table."

"Thanks Sam. How many times have we all had meals at that kitchen table?" I cringe at the thought of eating at a table that Sam and Emily have had sex on.

"Ugh," Paul cringes, "I did not need the image of your bare ass-"

Sam punches Paul on the shoulder, "Take your shot."

"I do not want to hear what you and Emily have done," Paul, Jared, and Sam have been exchanging stories for the last twenty minutes or so.

"I notice you haven't shared anything yet, Embry. You still planning not to sleep with Lillah?" Jared almost looks sympathetic, but also relieved to shut Paul up.

"You are a fucking moron. How can you deal with the urges?" I can always trust in Paul to be blunt.

"Forget about him, how the hell are you dealing with Lillah? She's a hot little number and I'm guessing, even though she doesn't know yet, she is becoming more aggressive with you."

I grind my teeth, knowing Sam is right. As Lillah becomes more comfortable with me, my resolve not to have sex with her is weakening. I don't know what I'm going to do if she pushes further. "So far, she doesn't know what's going on, she just thinks she's attracted to me."

"When are you going to tell her, man?" Jared, still looking sympathetic, takes his next shot.

I line my shot up, "I'm not. There is no way someone as perfect as she is could ever love me."

"Have I mentioned you are a fucking moron?" Paul shoulder checks me as I stand up from my shot. "Because you are a fucking moron. Just tell her, let her make the decision if she could love you. Shit, you're already in love with her."

I finish off my beer before responding, "I'm not in love with her. It hasn't even been two weeks since we met."

"I fell in love with Emily the first second I saw her." Sam is barely focused on his shot as he speaks.

Paul nods in agreement with Sam, "Exactly, I fell in love with Rachel the moment I saw her. It's an imprinting thing, but also, she is the perfect woman for you, of course you would fall in love with her."

"How many other women have you phased in front of?" Sam asks me, knowing the answer.

Jared's pool cue doesn't even touch the white ball as he stares bug-eyed at me, "You phased in front of her? On purpose?"

"I wanted her to be more comfortable with the whole phasing thing," I line my shot up, sinking two balls into the pockets. "Besides, you've all phased in front of your women."

"Only after they knew we had imprinted." Paul points out.

I grab another cold beer from the cooler, "Ok, but it's not like this thing with Lillah is normal. She wasn't supposed to know about us in the first place. We are discussing her now because you phased in front of her." I point at Paul, who glares at me before taking his shot. "It freaked her out. I just want her to feel comfortable with that side of me."

Sam interrupts our near argument, "She knows, it is what it is. Embry, whether you want to admit it or not, you are falling for her. Trusting her enough to phase in front of her is huge."

Jared snickers, "Almost as huge as finally letting her touch your dick."

As Paul and Jared laugh their asses off, Sam snorts, "Man, Embry, you may have been able to control your thoughts before, but when it comes to Lillah, you are a fucking open book in wolf form. Glad to see you at least let her touch you finally."

"Against my better judgment." I'm grumbling, hating hearing that I'm unable to control my thoughts. I need to work on that. I don't want Lillah embarrassed by these assholes and I certainly don't want them to 'see' her the way I do. "Jesus, all I can think about when I'm with her is fucking her, claiming her, making her mine. It fucking sucks."

Jared sobers up and nods in understanding, "That's the imprinting, man. And the more she's into it, the harder it will be to resist. It's our natural urge to want to have that physical connection."

"And remember," Sam jumps in, "the point of imprinting is both a reward for the sacrifices we make as wolves, but also to carry on the line. That pull to be with her is both the love, as well as the need to create the next generation."

I don't respond as I hear a car pull up. My heart is racing as I wait to see if it really is Lillah. I hear the front door open and I'm hit with her scent. When I turn toward her my lips form a smile without me even thinking about it.

Lillah is looking around hesitantly, but grins shyly when she sees me. When she approaches, I pull her tight against me, kissing the top of her head, as I whisper quietly, "I've missed you."

Lillah doesn't comment but I can feel her chuckling against my chest. I pull back slightly until she looks up at me. I slowly brush my lips against hers, just needing to feel that connection again. I can taste the wine on her tongue as we kiss. I don't know if she's drunk, but she is definitely more relaxed than earlier tonight.

Before I can get lost in Lillah's lips I hear Paul mutter behind me, "Fucking moron."

I flip Paul off but don't break my kiss with Lillah. I can tell she is eager to continue what I started earlier as her tongue slides along my bottom lip. I wrap my arms around her waist, easily dragging her up my body, lifting her from her feet. One of Lillah's hands fists the back of my shirt as she buries the other hand in my hair, tugging gently. When her tongue flicks across my top lip I can't contain the growl, parting my lips more to gain access to her mouth. My tongue easily finds hers and I tease her, gently stroking my tongue against hers.

Lillah has completely sucked me in. I want to show her everything I'm feeling for her, what I can't say; how she is now the centerpiece of my existence. I am putting everything I have into this kiss, and amazingly enough, I feel like I'm getting the same thing back from her. We are so engrossed in our kiss, each giving the other all our passion, fire and need, neither one of us hears anything going on in the shop until Sam barks out the 'wolf call' to get our attention.

I slowly slide my tongue along her bottom lip, not wanting to break our kiss, but also knowing the sooner we end this, the sooner the guys will clear out. Then I'll have Lillah all to myself.

I drop several quick kisses against Lillah's closed mouth as her body slowly slides back down mine. I know she can feel my hard cock as she brushes against me. I feel Lillah shiver as the front of her jeans meet mine. She is once again blushing all over. All I can think of is how beautiful she looks when her entire body is flush from orgasms. Watching her cum for me is the most amazing sight.

I know Lillah can see the desire in my eyes when she looks up at me, I don't try to hide it, wanting her to know how much I need her, not just right now, but every moment of every day. We stare at each other for a few seconds, neither of us moving or saying anything, until Lillah looks away. She looks so adorable, blushing over our kiss that I can't resist myself, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck again, just like I did earlier at Rachel's house.

Lillah's sigh sounds happy and content, so I feel comfortable returning to the guys. I give her a cocky grin which makes her smile and shake her head at me. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her forehead before pulling myself away from her. I keep a tight hold on her hand and lead her over to where the guys are still standing around the pool table. I stop behind Lillah, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back to me. I feel her shiver at the contact but don't say anything, instead leaning down to whisper, "Anything these idiots say, Lills, ignore them," I lift my face to glare at them, "Guys, be nice."

Sam nudges Paul before grinning at Lillah, "So, how bad was it? Did Rachel tell you about Paul bending her over the couch?"

Lillah looks up at me then back at the guys, who are now howling with laughter. I can feel the flush underneath her clothes, but before I can shut the guys up Lillah speaks up, "Rachel told me about that and so much more. Rachel is very drunk and told us all lots of stories."

I can see Paul go slack jawed, not expecting this response from Lillah, but she isn't done yet. She turns to Sam, speaking evenly, "Emily's outside waiting for you, but she also shared, telling us how Eli was conceived. I'm surprised the kitchen table held up for you two."

I am shocked beyond words. First that she said anything, second that she said THAT. Sam is surprised too, but recovers quickly, elbowing Paul in the gut. "I told you, Emily fucking loves that table. Come on guys, let's give these two some privacy. Embry, mind locking up? See you at seven in the morning?"

Recovering from my shock I nod at Sam, "I'll be here to open while you patrol. You don't trust me boss?"

"It's not that I don't trust you," he looks pointedly at Lillah then back at me, "I've just been there. See you tomorrow. Paul, Jared, go home to your women." I can tell by Sam's tone he just gave a command as their Alpha. I nod in thanks at Sam as they pass by.

The guys say goodnight to Lillah as they shuffle out. Sam says goodnight, but pauses next to me, whispering so Lillah cannot hear him, "If you aren't already, that kiss just now and that ring on your finger that matches her bracelet tells me you are falling in love with her. Don't fight it. She is yours for a reason."

I don't respond to Sam. Neither Lillah nor I say anything until the door of the shop closes. Nearly simultaneously, we both speak, "What the hell was that about?"

I release my grip on Lillah, going over to the cooler to grab another beer, "You want one?"

"I'm pretty buzzed already, but after tonight, yeah, I think I'll take one." Lillah takes the open beer from me and drinks it greedily. "Me first. What was with that tone Sam used? And what did he say to you before he left?"

I grab her free hand, leading her away from the pool table, "Sam just gave them a command to leave. As for what he said, he was just commenting on my ring. Come on, let's walk and talk. I'll give you the grand tour."

"Alright. Thanks for the beer, it's not bad. I still prefer wine," Lillah smirks as we walk through the shop. "What do you mean 'command'? And what did he say about your ring?"

"A command, as in Sam just ordered them to leave, as their Alpha." I don't mention the second part of her question, hoping she will forget.

Lillah looks puzzled, "So you guys aren't all in the same...uh, what do you call your groups?"

"Packs? No, technically Jacob has his pack and Sam has his. But, we have mended things now, so we can communicate again. But, officially, Sam is still Paul and Jared's Alpha, they decided to stick with Sam when the split happened, so he can give them orders."

"Ok. So what did Sam say to you before he left?"

I hesitate, not wanting to say too much, "About the ring? Nothing much, just that he noticed."

Lillah lets the point go with an "Oh". Continuing to walk through the shop, I point out a few vehicles we are working on, including Jacob's big present for Ness, "But you can't tell her anything before Jake does."

"I get it, promise Embry. That's really sweet of him. How'd he get the idea?"

I grin looking down at our intertwined fingers, "I told him about you and your dad rebuilding the Camaro."

Lillah looks shocked. "You did?"

"I did, and when Sam found out, he was ready to fire Quil and hire you. But I told him you love teaching too much." I decide not to tell her about Sam threatening to fire me for wanting to punch guys if they looked at Lillah. She doesn't need to know that just yet.

"I do love teaching," Lillah's eyes light up. She looks up at me, "So what was your 'What the hell?' all about?"

"You, talking about Sam and Emily on the kitchen table. Where did that come from?"

Lillah blushes and covers her mouth with the hand still holding the beer, trying to keep the laughter in, "Emily told me about it tonight. I thought it was appropriate, but I've had a little too much wine tonight, so I may not be the best judge of what is appropriate right now." Lillah breaks our hand holding to run her fingers slowly over my t-shirt covered chest, "Kim and Rachel also shared some- information. Rachel told us about Paul bending her over the couch. That was pretty interesting. Sounds like you guys are rather, uninhibited."

I'm trying not to think about sinking down to the floor to show her how uninhibited I can be. Instead I try to rationalize with her. "Lillah, baby, I think you are a little drunk. How about I take you over to my place to sober up?"

"You'd let me see your place?" Lillah's eyes light up and she grins up at me, "I'd like that. I liked seeing your bedroom earlier."

I mumble under my breath, "Not as much as I liked seeing you in my old bedroom earlier."

"Hmm?" Lillah is swaying to some song in her head, her eyes closed as she moves her hips in slow circles as she continues her exploration of my chest.

I shake my head, "Nothing. You ready to go?"

"Wanna play a game of pool?"

I'm shocked by this question, "Uh, yeah, sure. You want to play pool?"

Lillah nods her head and then grins. I don't know what she is up to, but I can't wait to bend her over the table and show her how to use the stick. Thinking about that soft ass of hers against my dick I know this may not be the best plan, but it sure is going to be fun. I grab her hand and pull her over to the table, handing her a pool stick. I grab a beer for me and rack the balls up.

Once everything is set up, I wave my hand, offering her first break. Lillah smirks then shakes her head, "You start us off. I'll just watch you."

I lean over the table, taking a little longer to break than normal, trying to focus on the game and get myself under control. The balls clank together loudly and begin bouncing around the felt table top, two of them sinking into a corner pocket, one after another. I stand up and look at Lillah, smiling, "We'll just ignore the rules and take turns shooting."

Lillah gives an odd smirk-laugh combination before walking closer to the table and eyeing it thoughtfully. As she examines the table, she speaks softly, "I didn't mean to run the guys off."

"You didn't; we were just goofing around until you girls were finished. I'm sure they'd rather be with their imprintees instead of me anyway."

I walk up behind Lillah, touching her lower back gently, "Do you need me to show you how to hold it?" I'm aware of the double meaning of my statement and I hope she catches on.

Instead, Lillah shakes her head and I step back, giving her room to lean over the table and slide the pool stick across her fingers. I'm too engrossed in watching her hips and ass to pay any attention to her shot. I look up, surprised when I hear a loud thwack of the balls against one another.

When I look, I notice Lillah has managed to sink a number of the balls I had left on the table with my initial shot. I clear my throat, raising my eyebrows when Lillah turns to face me, "What was that?"

Lillah looks at me, innocently, "What? That? It was nothing."

"Nothing? I hardly call that nothing," I say, stepping closer to Lillah. "You didn't tell me you can play."

Lillah cocks an eyebrow at me, "You didn't ask."

"True."

"You assumed I couldn't."

"You're right, I did. I should know better than to assume anything about you," I'm nearly in front of her now, grinning at the turn of this little game we are playing.

"You should," she agrees.

I'm standing directly in front of Lillah, her body just far enough away from mine so I'm not touching her. As I look down I can see her skin is now covered in goose bumps. "It's kind of sexy, seeing you bent over the table, handling a stick."

Lillah's eyes grow wide at my words; the combination of her being buzzed and the desire we both felt from our kiss earlier spurs me forward. I step back and move around the table to take my shot. My eyes do not break their connection with Lillah's as I lean over the table to take my shot. It sinks into the target perfectly and I straighten up, pulling off my t-shirt and throwing it on a nearby chair.

"You going to strip down?" Lillah asks, but her tone implies she's teasing, so I feel comfortable teasing back.

"If you want me to, sweet Lillah. I'll do anything for you."

Lillah bites down on her bottom lip, resting her stick against the edge of the pool table and glancing around the garage.

"Well, we are alone," she says shyly, then smirks.

I'm surprised by her willingness, "Lillah. Really?"

"Mmm," she hums, not really giving me an answer.

Lillah pulls off her jacket and folds it before laying it on a tool chest. She walks around to the end of the pool table and takes her shot, angling it too wide, on purpose I'm guessing. It glides down the center of the table and bounces off of the side, missing every other ball on the table. She sighs and gives a very dramatic pout at having missed. She's spending too much time with Rachel.

She steps away from the table and gives me room for my next shot. As I step forward, she removes one shoe. I eye her cautiously and shake my head, "You're serious?"

Lillah doesn't give a reply, she just shrugs and points to the table.

We take turns, missing on purpose and only removing bits of clothing. One shoe. One sock. A watch. A belt.

When Lillah has removed all non-essential clothing, she reaches for the buttons of her shirt. I close my eyes tightly and inhale, both wanting her to remove her shirt and not wanting it to happen. The sound of shifting fabric forces me to pop my eyes back open. All I can do is stare at her, my eyes going wide when she places her shirt on top of mine on the chair. The bra that she is wearing is sheer and pink; it is my undoing. She's so sexy and natural; my cock jumps in response.

I move very slowly, methodically leaning my pool stick against a wall before turning toward Lillah. My movements are controlled and tight, trying not to scare her with how much I want her at this moment. I stop in front of Lillah and place my hands on her hips. I lift her up and she automatically wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us over to the pool table. When I sit her on the edge of the table she doesn't release her legs from around my body. Instead, she tightens them, pulling me closer to the juncture of her thighs. My hands move from her hips, up her sides, tenderly gliding along her soft skin to the swell of her breasts.

I drop my head down so that my lips touch hers softly, my hands slide over to cup her breasts and I run my thumbs over each pebbled nipple, teasing them with light strokes. Lillah presses her chest into my hands, a small moans escaping her mouth.

I break our kiss and squat a little until my face is eye level with her pink lace covered breasts. I look up at her, grinning like a silly high school kid before leaning forward. I move one hand from her nipple down to her waist. Lillah whimpers at the loss of contact, but her whimper quickly turns to moaning as I place my mouth over her puckered nipple. Heaven.

Not forgetting her other breast, I squeeze it gently, testing its weight in my hand before rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Lillah gasps my name and rotates her hips against my already straining hard on. Her movement makes me growl against the fabric of her bra; I pull back slightly and blow gently across her wet fabric, grinning when I see her nipple tighten, further.

I reach behind Lillah and shove the few remaining pool balls across the table. A couple go bouncing to the floor while the rest of them sink into the pockets. I press Lillah back against the pool table with my body, kissing a path between her breasts and up to her neck. She arches her back when she hits the soft felt table top, pressing her chest up into mine. Lillah runs her hands up my sides and around to my back, pulling me down until I'm close enough that my chest is touching her breasts.

I move down her neck and across her collar bone before returning to her mouth. My kiss is urgent against her lips and we both sigh in unison. I reach back to unlock her ankles from around my back. Her legs fall on each side of me, cradling my body with hers. I run a hand up one of her denim covered legs, gently massaging her thigh as I go higher. Lillah rolls her hips beneath me and I can feel her grin against my mouth when my chest rumbles with pleasure at the sensation. My free hand slips up her stomach and back to her breasts while I release her mouth, kissing and lightly sucking down her neck.

"Lillah. Sweet Lillah. I want to taste you. ALL of you."

Lillah's reaction is swift, lifting her hips to press against me as she tugs my hair to pull me up to her lips. She mumbles as she kisses me, "I- Yes, please Embry."

Not needing any further encouragement, I break our kiss, pulling back from her. Lillah whimpers at the loss of contact, but I grin at her gasp when I quickly pull off her jeans and look up. Lillah is sprawled across the pool table wearing only a pink lace bra and pale pink panties.

"You are so beautiful," I'm unable to contain my words when I see her laying against the table, open for me.

Lillah smiles, biting her lip when she looks up at me. Sitting up slightly, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me to her. She whispers against my lips, "You are beautiful too, Embry; both like this and as a wolf. I couldn't stop thinking about you today."

Lillah is blushing bright pink at this statement and I'm honored she's being this honest with me, "You've been thinking about me?" I run my fingers across the edge of her panties, over her hip and thigh, "Does it make you wet when you think about me?" She bucks her hips pushing her warm pussy towards my fingers, which makes me grin.

Lillah whispers, "Yes. I've never- I've never been like this before, Embry."

"Me either, Lillah." I reach behind her to unhook her bra, freeing her breasts. Gently pushing Lillah to lean back against the table I slowly explore her upper body with my mouth. Allowing my tongue and lips to move down her neck, nipping at the spot where her neck meets her shoulders, "You taste so sweet right here, Lillah."

Moving lower, I focus first on one breast, teasing the other with my free hand. The sounds that are coming from her are spurring me on to lavish her breasts with my attention. Lillah has a tight grip on my hair and when I lift my head to move to her other breast, I can't help my grin when I see my woman enjoying herself so much. When I don't automatically move to her other breast, Lillah's grip on my hair tightens and she starts pushing my head toward where she wants me. I shake my head gently and I see her eyes pop open. She's biting down on her lip and its one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, "Patience, baby. I'm having my dessert, and I want to enjoy it."

I can see Lillah shiver, but she doesn't fight me. Starting at the lowest point I draw slow circles with my tongue around her breast. Moving higher up with each pass I can feel Lillah's breaths becoming pants. As my tongue approaches her nipple her hands are once again tightening in my hair. Taking her nipple deep into my mouth I can feel as well as hear Lillah's moan. When I pull back I drop kisses all over her breast, "Sweet and luscious."

"And these," I press my lips over the other nipple, grinning, "so beautiful. Begging to be in my mouth."

I take the nipple into my mouth, lapping it with my tongue. Lillah is gasping, "Ah- mmmm- Embry!"

I kiss down from her nipple, over her breast to her stomach, "But this, I love this part, it's smooth and silky. Perfect," I slide my hands over the slight swell of her stomach. "So beautiful."

Moving my hands over her sides and down to her hips, I kiss all over her stomach as I gently pull her panties down her legs. When I look up, my Lillah is spread before me on the pool table. I will never be able to look at this pool table without getting hard, but this moment makes it worth it. Looking up at her, I try to control my emotions when I see the worry in her eyes, "How is it every time I see your luscious body it looks even more beautiful?"

Lillah's blush covers her whole body quickly. She doesn't quite meet my eyes but she is smiling. After a few seconds of me admiring her beautiful body, Lillah is squirming again. She hooks a leg around my thigh, pulling me forward.

Understanding what she wants, I lean forward, covering her body again with mine. I can feel her moving her hips just slightly, my jean-covered erection throbbing even more at her movement over me. Kissing her briefly, reminding myself this is for her, I pull back, kissing a direct path from her mouth to just above her bikini line. Ignoring where I want to taste her most, I move down her thigh. This causes Lillah to gasp.

Her sounds make me smile, I gently nip at her thigh before responding, "Something you want me to do, Lillah?"

"You keep teasing me, Embry. It's not nice."

"Is that so?" I bite down a little harder on her other thigh. Lillah purrs deep in her chest before propping herself up on her elbows to look at me.

"Yes it's so."

"So is there something you want me to do?"

"Please stop teasing me, Embry." Lillah's eyes are pleading, but she stumbles over her words, "I can't- I need you to- please, Embry?"

"Please what, Lillah?" I again bite harder, leaving a mark this time, "Do you want me to bite you harder?"

"Yes, and-," Lillah moans as I bite with the same pressure on the other thigh.

I move back up to her breasts, pinching both her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, "Pinch harder, Lillah?"

Lillah sits up straight, gasping, "Yes! God yes, Embry, and-"

I move to her earlobes, sucking one in my mouth, then moving to her lips, whispering against them, "Suck harder?" I tug her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking gently.

Lillah pulls back, her breathing erratic, "Yes, yes, yes, and I want you to- please, Embry- taste me. I, I want your lips against me." Hesitating for a moment, Lillah moves her lips against mine then whispers as she grabs my hand, leading it towards the juncture of her thighs, "Here, Embry. I want you to taste me here."

I slide one of my fingers into her, testing how ready she is. She nearly comes off the table, throwing her head back as she screams, "God, yes. Please, Embry!"

Pulling her hips forward, I kneel again, kissing and nipping across her thigh. Lillah rests one leg across my shoulder as I spread her thighs apart, opening her to me. Unable to resist, I swipe my tongue over her, from the lowest part of her I can reach to her clit, paying special attention to her most sensitive spot.

Lillah nearly comes apart. She is gasping and moaning, her hands gripping my hair and tugging my head, pulling herself forward. Her breasts are just above my head. Grinning, I lift my head up and tug a nipple into my mouth, biting down gently.

"Ahhh! Embry, killing me- need you! Please...," Lillah is so close already.

"Did I tease you too much before, baby? What turned you on so much?"

Lillah nods, "You! Mmmm, your two kisses in front of everyone. Plus- girls talking about what they do with their guys. It made me- want to try- please Embry!"

I pump two fingers into Lillah as she speaks, her hips erratic against my hand. I slowly pull my fingers back. When Lillah whimpers, I finally dip my tongue into her.

"Oh! God!" Lillah is screaming like I've never heard her before. It is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

I use my thumb to tease her clit as I slide my tongue in and out of her. I can already feel her walls tightening around my tongue as I lick and taste as much of her as I can, "You taste so fucking amazing, Lillah."

I brace myself by gripping the table. Her thighs keep brushing against my hands, as she opens herself up more to me. She is pushing me closer to her, moaning at all the sensations attacking her body. Moving my tongue to her clit, I again slide two fingers into her. As I suck her clit into my mouth, I feel her tighten around my fingers. "Are you close, baby?"

"Yes, little more."

My tongue returns to her as I gently pinch her clit with my fingers. She is so close already. She's so wet, so turned on and her pussy tightens around my tongue. It doesn't take much more to send her flying. I feel her body pulsing around my tongue. It's the closest I think I will ever come to my dick being in her and I want to remember every detail of it.

After I have lapped up everything I can, I stand, leaning over her, as she is laying back on the pool table. I whisper, "You are so fucking gorgeous. Ok if I kiss you?"

Lillah nods then pulls me down by my neck, licking at my lips, then nipping at my tongue, "You are pretty fucking gorgeous yourself. And talented. I never knew it could be that- fucking good."

I have to laugh, "You need to stop hanging out with me, you are starting to curse. I thought you were innocent, Lillah."

"I'm still mostly innocent." Lillah sits up, wrapping her body around me. "Are you ok? Need some help?"

"I'll survive until we can get back to my place. Come on, you need to sober up and I need to take care of a little problem."

Lillah snickers as she gets dressed again, "Not little, nope definitely not little."

I roll my eyes at her, helping her into her jacket as I pull my t-shirt back on. I throw both of our empty bottles in the garbage can then pull her hand into mine, "Come on, let's lock up."

Before we can make it out the door I can't help but pull her to me again, kissing her deeply, slowly, passionately. I want us to share as many moments like this as we can. I wrap my arms around her and hug her close before ending our kisses.

"Come on, baby. Let's get out of here."

I lock up the shop and help her into my truck. Lillah curls herself against me for the short drive to my place, as I back out of the shop parking lot, I notice my truck is the only one there, "Where's your car, Lillah?"

"Buzzed driving is drunk driving. Emily just sipped her wine tonight, so she dropped me off on her way home. Candy is at Rachel's." Lillah frowns as she rests her head against my shoulder, "You don't think Paul and Rachel would have sex in my Camaro, do you?"

"They'd better not." I respond, not vocalizing the other half of my thought. I want you and I to be the only ones that have sex in that car.

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