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This chapter is definitely rated M for heavier language and a sex scene near the end. This chapter was supposed to happen later, but I was inspired. So enjoy! Oh and don't listen to Closer near any children, parents, or grandparents.

…I'm not SM, TJ, or NIN.

Chapter 27: A Rage Interlude

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After dating for over a month, Lily knows that Paul has imprinted on her. She still lives with her parents, but is a frequent visitor at Paul's, and no they haven't had sex...yet. She attended a Pack function and has met the Pack. It is right around October 18. Oh and Lily and Leah are good friends!

The sounds of Closer by Nine Inch Nails rang out from where my purse was located on top of Paul's kitchen table. Show time.

"Hey baby" a sultry voice came over the speaker once I had picked it up.

"Oh hey girlfriend," I replied, aiming for seductive by dropping my voice a few octaves.

I had to reign in the giggle as Paul's head whipped up with a look of shock.

I wasn't about to give up on this yet, thankfully the voice came back on, "Are we still on for our little date?"

I gave a breathy giggle, and had the pleasure of watching Paul's mouth drop open. "Sure thing lover. I've been looking forward to it all day."

"Oh hell no." Paul had seemingly reached the end of his rope and snatched the phone out of my hand. My shoulders started shaking as I tried to hold my laughter in.

"Who the fuck is this? And who the fuck do you think you are calling MY girlfriend?" Paul demanded in a harsh tone. I shifted closer so I could hear what I was sure would be a hilarious response.

A husky laugh resonated across the line, "Hey dumbass! It's just me!" Leah's voice rang out clear as a bell. "Give the phone back to Lily. Any time now Paul, it's not like I have nothing to do here."

"Seriously? I thought you knew better than this. If you had time to come up with this little scheme, I'm sure you can wait 5 seconds for me to hand Lil the phone." By this time my laughter had broken free and I was laughing so hard I was crying. God, I never thought that Leah's plan to see if Paul was the jealous type would work.

Working to get my breathing under control, I waved the phone away.

"Apparently she finds this hilarious Lee and has lost the ability to speak, what do you want?" Geez someone was pissed, then again I couldn't even think of what my reaction would be if the situation was reversed.

Paul moved towards the sink and I watched his back muscles ripple as he grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Am I objectifying my boyfriend? Yes. Is he aware of it? Well judging by that flex of the biceps I would definitely say yes.

Through all the objectifying, I missed his conversation with Leah but he answered whatever questions she had. Now back in control, I remembered that Leah and I had made lunch plans and we were going to drag our respective imprints along. They didn't have a choice or a chance in hell to refuse.

"Honestly Lily Ann, was that really necessary?" Paul questioned me.

I took a minute to think about it, "Yup! Leah came up with the idea, and it was honestly too good to pass up. Did you really think I was going to make plans to go on a date with someone else right in front of you? Hell, at all? With a girl?"

He looked affronted, "Well you did say you played softball didn't you?"

I gasped and mood swinging towards rage, "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you seriously believe that every girl who plays softball is a lesbian? In my 17 years of playing, I played with maybe five girls that were lesbians. Five girls out of hundreds! Goddamnit."

I turned and walked into the living room, where I threw myself down on the couch, unwilling to continue on that rant and have the fight turn into something more intense. Honestly though, we had a conversation on the different stereotypes that we had encountered, and he fucking knew that by saying all softball players were lesbians, well I was going to get upset. I was staring up at the ceiling trying not to give another angry sigh, so I jumped a bit when Paul walked into the room and sat down beside me.

"Lil, I'm sorry. I know that was uncalled for, but the thought of you with anyone else enrages me. I'm not saying that its right, but you're not the one who can't see anyone else. If you wanted another relationship in addition to the one we have I wouldn't be able to say a thing. Would I be hurt beyond belief? Yes, but it's your choice" Paul's chocolate brown eyes pleading with me.

I sat on my side of the couch in shock, the only movement coming from my right hand that absentmindedly tickling my left forearm. "By an additional relationship you meant what exactly?"

He looked pained, which struck a chord in my heart. "It's always the imprint's choice Lil. If you wanted to walk away, well it might kill us both but I would have to let you do it."

"By kill you mean figuratively right?" I knew that the imprint was a special bond between the two of us, but it sounded like I wasn't the only one without the choice.

"I mean that we would feel sick constantly, especially now that we are closer and have accepted each other. At least I thought we had." He tossed in that last bit with a touch of anger, but I could tell that it was to hide his hurt.

I sucked in a breath, not wanting to make this worse than it was, "Well, I sure as hell have accepted you, I just didn't realize that I could carry on a few affairs and you would be 'okay' with it." I slipped back into sarcasm mode, maybe not the best time, but nevertheless done.

"I have accepted you Lil, and no I wouldn't be 'okay' with it but I don't want to mess up what we have here," He said earnestly, "I don't want to fight with you about this Lil, and I guess I assumed that you knew about it. Leah is never one to shy away from that discussion." His voice was soft.

Now my turn to eat some crow, "I'm sorry too Paul, I think we both jumped to some conclusions. For the record, I can't imagine my life without you in it. You, not some other girl or guy. Never a girl, and forgive the vulgarity of this statement, but I love cock way too much. "

Instead of responding, Paul leaned forward on the couch, sliding an arm around me and drew me, placing a tender kiss on my lips. Pulling back he said against my lips, "By cock you mean what exactly?"

Goddamn, not the time to go into this conversation but I wouldn't leave him hanging like that, "Well, as you know I'm technically not a virgin,"

He interrupted me, "Technically not?"

I felt the flush starting at the top of my chest and rapidly moving its way up, "Okay, I only want to say this once so please just let me get it out. I dated Ryan for over a year, but it never went any further than making out and some grabbing of the boobs. Literally grabbing, which since we are talking about it, not something I'm cool with. You have some experience, right?"

He gave a quick nod of assent that I took to mean that Paul was no type of virgin; I think I would have had a heart attack if that was the case.

I took another deep breath, and Paul nodded his head encouragingly, "I was still depressed over Caleb dying when we got together and it honestly never felt right. Long story short, he was a fucker and thankfully we never took that step. However, I had some urges, so I took care of it with the battery operated kind of help." My breath whooshed out at the end of that statement.

Paul's eyes had widened as he looked at me with more than a little incredulity, "You own a vibrator?"

I tried on a breezy attitude, even though I was the shade of a tomato, "Vibrator, dildo, and a rabbit. All things which make me no longer a virgin, physically anyways. Problem?"

He was shell-shocked, "Um no. Good to know, um thanks for sharing."

I decided to take charge if we were going to get to the diner before Leah took it upon herself to come and get us. "Well, now that that is taken care of, ready to go to the diner? Leah could be marching up any second if we don't leave soon."

I chanced another look at Paul, taking notice that his eyes had darkened considerably and another part of his anatomy had stirred with our conversation, "Any chance I'll be able to see those toys Lil?"

Holy seductive voice going straight to my loins. "Um," Damn, now it was my turn to be flustered, "I'm sure we can work something out, now let's go." I tried to stand up from my perch on the coach.

Paul had other ideas, as he snagged my wrist and tugged me onto his lap. Quickly slanting his lips over mine, he pulled me into a deep kiss. This was our way of ending an argument, an apology and a kiss, and I could tell this was going to be one hell of a kiss. All thoughts of making it to lunch with Leah and Creed flew out of my head.

I wrapped my arm around his neck, my free hand rubbing up and down on his arm. He swept his tongue over my lips, silently asking for that permission, which I happily gave, allowing his tongue to slip in and tangle with mine. Paul then snaked his warm hand under my shirt, and drawing an unseen pattern with his thumb at the small of my back.

In turn, the arm already around his neck slipped down so I could rub the back of his neck, which I discovered was a favorite of his from our last bit of alone time. I shifted and straddled him more completely, our centers now lined up deliciously. I gave a quick roll of my hips and was rewarded with a groan.

My other hand decided to move up to clutch the back of his head as he shifted his focus to my neck. The submissive nature of exposing my neck turned him on more than he would ever admit, but boy was I okay with it. Between the kisses and nips to my neck, I could feel the heat building up in my center and rolling outwards.

I moaned, and tried to remember that we had somewhere to be, the thought momentarily driven out of mind when Paul gently bit down on that sensitive spot where my shoulder and neck connected. "Babe. God." I tried to form words, but was unsuccessful. I was rocking my hips against his a bit more forcefully as the tension built up.

His mouth returned to mine, his hips coming up off the couch to meet mine, and the hand that was previously at my waist streaking upwards. Considering the fact that we were 22 and 23 year old adults in a committed relationship of almost 2 months, well we hadn't quite made it this far in our physical relationship.

So, I was unsurprised when his hand stopped moving, instead resting on my back right under the bottom of my bra. Trying to focus on something besides the hip action that was going on, "Touch me."

Apparently Paul had it together enough to form a question, "Where Lil? Tell me." His husky voice commanded.

Tell, hell the way his voice affected me I was going to have to go with show. Although I had to let go of him, I reached up under my shirt and unclasped my bra, thanking God that I decided to wear a front-clasped one today. I grabbed his arm, and guided it around to the front of my body, his hand now resting beneath the swell of my breast. So close.

"What do you want Lily? Tell me." I could barely hear the amusement that was mixed in there with the lust, as he punctuated each word with a nip of my neck.

I couldn't believe that we were more or less fully clothed and I was about to come, if he would just fucking touch me the way I wanted him too.

I stopped with the hip rocking, to look down on him, his back now resting against the arm of the couch, half-lidded eyes glittering up at me, "Fucking stop toying with me, you know exactly where I want you to touch me. Please Paul." I was not above begging. I couldn't believe how close I was and there hadn't even been any below the clothes touching down south.

"Well since you asked so nicely, I'd be happy too." Bastard. I'll have to get him lat…

"Oh my god! Do that again!" There was a lot to be said about his warm, calloused hands cupping my breasts and paying close attention to my nipples. My shirt was pushed up, and I resumed the hip action, my eyes fixated on his dark hands on my pale skin. My body was pulsing; my core and tips of my breasts were throbbing in unison.

I returned my mouth to his, kissing him hungrily. Realizing that a shirt had never made it on Paul, I took complete advantage. I ran one hand across his abs and the other up to toy with one flat, male nipple that pebbled beneath my touch.

I could hear the sounds of my phone going off, but I had no desire to answer it, too focused on the pleasure that was about to overtake both of us. I could feel my orgasm starting at the soles of my feet building its way up, and not knowing exactly how far behind Paul was, I tore our mouth's apart with pop. Focusing my attention on his body, he apparently had other ideas and drew the tip of my breast into his mouth.

"Oh my fucking god!" I shouted. The waves of pleasure coursing through me, I was melting, but not before Paul took my hips and rocked his against them a few times before stiffening himself.

"Goddamn, I haven't come in my pants since I was a teenager," There was a tinge of disbelief in his raspy voice.

I don't know how long we lay there, but I had slid bonelessly down on top of Paul, my head resting against his chest just listening to his heart beat. His hand resumed the drawing of the patterns on my lower back, but I did nothing to stop it, I was perfectly content.

"Jesus, if that was with our clothes on, I don't know if I can stand the clothes off," I mumbled, but knew he would hear me.

He chuckled, the sound filling me up, "Just you wait Lil, I'll make sure you can stand it." With that said he tilted my chin up and gave me a tender kiss, rubbing his thumb along my cheek.

Before either of us could say anything, the front door swung open and slammed against the wall.

"What the hell you guys, we were supposed to meet for," Leah broke off, her eyes widening as she took in Paul and I lying on the couch. I gave a weak wave, thankfully hidden from her gaze.

"Geez guys, why did you leave the door unlocked? Anyone could have walked in?" She asked, amusement shining bright in her eyes.

I finally realized what was going on, "What the hell Leah? Couldn't you have knocked?"

She laughed, "Yeah, but this was way more fun. Now are we going to go or not?"

Paul chose to join the conversation, "Give us a few minutes to clean up would you? Be out in 5." He looked at me for confirmation as he said this, I nodded back at him.

"Okay, but I will come back in if it's more than five." Satisfied that the threat was received, she stalked back out the door calling for Creed, no doubt to share what she just walked in on.

"Come on Lil, let's get cleaned up." Paul set me on the floor, wrapping an arm around my waist as we headed toward his room for a change of clothes.

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