Chapter 37 "Like You Never Had"
Disclaimer: Be honest, you kind of wish we were SM, right? I know, some days, we do too!
A/N: Lots going on in this chapter. More secrets revealed. Hope you enjoy!
I wanna wear my hair up in a mess
Cut off jeans, can you get with that?
Give you something like you never had
Cause I only want to be wanted by you
I wanna tease you 'till you're begging me
And you're on your knees and it's hard to breathe
And every other time's just a memory
Cause I only want to be wanted by you
Now I'm going crazy
I'm tired of waiting
My lips are on fire
I just want you to know
I'm losing my patience
For the time that you've wasted
"Wanted" - Jessie James
LPOV
Daddy hugs me one more time, whispering softly, "You sure?"
"I'm sure, Daddy. I love him," I whisper back, starting to get emotional now that the time has come for me to part ways again with my parents.
When Daddy releases me, I take a small step back only to be wrapped up in Embry's waiting arms. Sinking against his chest, I sigh at the feeling of warmth and love surrounding me; not just from Embry but from my parents as well. I could not have asked for this night to go any better. Sure, there were rough patches, but I really feel like my parents like Embry, which is important since he's going to be around for a while.
Daddy walks up to Embry, clapping his hand on his shoulder, "Embry, I know you will, but I have to remind you again, take care of my little girl."
"I will, don't worry." Embry speaks softly, his hand moving gently up and down my side, sending sparks through my body even with the layers of clothing and my coat separating my skin from his.
Daddy moves to take Mom's hand, but she stops; moving back to Embry and I, she kisses me on the cheek, "Bye baby, we'll talk soon." I nod, knowing that even with my request of a simple wedding my mother will still go overboard; that's just who she is, and I love her for it. She steps over to Embry's other side, lifting up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek too, "I can't wait for you to be my son. Thank you for being exactly what my baby girl needed. You don't know how much it means to me to know you will always be there for her."
The tears spring to my eyes, blurring my vision, but I can just see Embry nod stiffly to my mom before she turns back to Daddy. I watch as they walk away, Mom turning back to wave at us when they reach their car. Embry squeezes me tight, his voice sounding much rougher than I'm accustomed to, "Come on, let's get you home."
He helps me into the car, but before he can close the door, I stop him. He looks confused until I turn in my seat to face him, pulling him to me. Once our lips are just barely touching I whisper, "I love you, so much, thank you for putting up with my parents."
"It wasn't that bad," he grins against my lips before he pulls me tight against him, deepening the kiss. Our tongues tangle, both of us lost in this kiss of excitement over surviving the dinner and getting my parents approval. My fingers are starting to tangle in Embry's hair when I hear a horn honk. Embry turns quickly, putting his body between me and the honking car. When I peek over his shoulder I can see the window rolling down just before I hear my father's voice, "Get her home, Embry."
Embry nods and I watch as my father rolls up the window as they pull away. Embry's body sinks just a little before he turns back to me, twisting me around and buckling my seat belt without saying a word then closes the door. He slides into the driver's seat and cranks up the heat for me. As he pulls out of the parking lot I can just hear him say, "He's going to kill me for getting you pregnant."
"I'm not pregnant, Embry," I say as I lean forward to remove my jacket. He reaches for my sleeve, holding it up while I pull my arm out. After removing the jacket I turn to find his eyebrows raised as he glances between me and the road. "What? I'm not."
"What if you are? You heard Kim; it doesn't take very long for us to get pregnant. What happens if we get married in three weeks and we have a baby eight months later? Your dad will know we lied to him," he shakes his head, obviously upset over this idea.
Taking his hand I smile softly at him, "Em, you need to relax. Daddy likes you, but honestly, I don't care what he thinks. It's my life, and I want to spend it with you making our family. If that means our first baby shows up eight months after we get married, then so be it."
"What if your father comes after your husband in the hospital?" He gives me a small smile.
Shaking my head at him I start playing with his friendship ring, "That won't happen, Mom will be so excited to have a grandbaby that Daddy won't be able to say anything negative. Besides, I know you'll remain calm with him, just like you did tonight. You were great, by the way. I'm sorry they jumped to so many conclusions."
"I understand why they would; I can't imagine how your father felt. If it were my daughter," Embry stops speaking, but I can feel his hand shaking in mine.
Laughing softly at his reaction I run my fingers between his, "If it were our daughter you'd be just as protective, but I'd be there to remind you of the conversation we are having right now and how much I love you."
He exhales, "I love you, too."
We are quiet as Embry drives through the black night. Recalling our last drive down this road, I grin, leaning over the console to whisper against his ear, "I think you deserve a reward when we get home."
He doesn't say anything right away, but I can hear him taking more shallow breaths, like he's trying to calm himself down. He finally turns to me, whispering, "Baby, don't say that to me, we have a while until we get home and after that kiss in the parking lot, I'm already dying to touch you."
"Then touch me," I speak softly, slowly sliding the hem of my dress up my thigh.
"Lillah," Embry growls in a warning tone while his eyes dart between the road and my legs. I know I'm pushing it, but my body is already buzzing with need. Leaning back from him I let my dress fall back down, resigning myself that we can't do anything while we are in the car.
Reaching for my BlackBerry, I send a quick text to my mom just to find out what Daddy is saying as they drive home. She tells me he really is happy for us, so that makes me feel better. To distract myself I begin to flip through my text messages and I see Embry's name. Opening up his messages I find the most recent one that came today during school. He has now taken to randomly sending me "I love you" messages throughout the day. It's so sweet and it makes my heart hammer every time I see these words appear on my phone. I happily reply in kind to each of his messages. Scrolling through I see my responses to him. However, when I see one text in particular I sent him a few weeks ago, I nearly drop the phone.
I'm so wet. My panties are soaked. Do you want to feel? ~L
"Oh my God! When did I send this to you?" I show Embry the phone and he takes a quick look before laughing loudly.
"You don't remember? I thought you remembered everything about that night?"
Looking at the date on the message I realize it's from the night of the bachelor/bachelorette party. Shaking my head I laugh, "I don't remember sending that. Ok, no drinking will be involved in our party."
Embry clears his throat and I look over at him questioningly. He gives me a sympathetic grin before he speaks, "I was just thinking, we should probably stop drinking, just in case." His hand slides over to my stomach, his fingers gently brushing over the fabric of my dress. A chill runs up my spine as I realize what he means.
"Yeah," I say, suddenly aware I really could be pregnant. My heart pounds hard against my chest as I close my eyes, trying to imagine our baby growing inside of me. It seems so unreal, and yet absolutely wonderful and perfect.
We both fall back into silence, my mind moving rapidly through all the possibilities. Once we hit the Forks line I look up, surprised we are nearly home. Grinning, I turn in my seat to look at Embry, "So what kind of a reward do you want?"
"Being with you is reward enough." When I don't say anything, he looks up at me, shocked, "You were serious?"
"You betcha!" I grin, getting excited thinking of all the things we can do tonight, especially now that there are no restrictions on our physical relationship.
"You are going to be the death of me," he whispers as he pulls the car into the garage. I don't answer, I just grin, waiting for him to decide what his reward will be.
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He fumbles with the key in the door knob while he has me pressed against it. My mouth is against his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin. "Lillah," he pants my name, lifting his head to look at me, "I need you to stop that if we're ever going to make it inside. Your mouth is killing me." The sound of his voice sends a wave of arousal between my legs; nodding my head I motion with my hand that he should continue unlocking the door and I'll let him do it without distracting him. He's finally able to wiggle the lock open, then we stumble through the door, his mouth attacking mine as he lifts me off my feet, carrying me inside.
My arms wrap around his neck and my face returns to the side of his neck, continuing where I left off. I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, my dress rising up over my thighs. He cups my ass in his hands and squeezes gently, pushing his hips into me. We both moan at the contact and he braces me against the edge of the counter. His hands move from my butt to my thighs and as I pull my mouth from his skin he presses his mouth to mine, licking his tongue across my bottom lip. His hot hands run down to my knees and back up the inside of my thighs. I expect him to keep moving, until he's touching the heat between my legs, but he doesn't and I whimper into his mouth.
When he lifts his head to look down at me, his eyes are dark and stormy, the intense lust in them sending a shiver skittering up my spine; taking my breath away. I place my hands on the side of his face, caressing his warm skin before pulling his face back to mine; I need to taste him again. My hands move into his hair as he begins to kiss me, deepening it quickly as my hands tug and wind tightly into his inky locks. Hips rocking into Embry's, I grip him tightly with my thighs and pull away just enough to moan his name. He nips at my bottom lip with his teeth, as I dive back into his kiss.
Work roughened hands move back up my thighs, beneath my dress to my hips, tugging at the fabric of my panties. He slides a finger beneath the leg of the fabric and trails along the bend of my leg until he is moving it along my opening. He moans and drops his face to my collar bone, flicking his tongue against my skin before pressing his mouth next to my ear and whispering, "You are so wet, baby. I fucking love how your body reacts to me."
Biting down on my bottom lip I stifle a moan and press myself against his finger, silently begging for more. He runs his knuckle over my clit, sending a wave of electricity through my body, ending in my toes. Digging my heels into his ass I try to pull him toward me but he won't budge. His hand leaves my body and grips my hip. "Embry, don't-" I begin to say in a shaky voice but he cuts me off, lifting me from the counter.
"I want you, right now, Lillah."
"Then take me, right here." I beg him, knowing how his brain works. He looks torn when he stares into my eyes.
There is a rumble vibrating his chest while he peers down at me. "Baby-"
"What? You can't," I pause and swallow around the words I'm trying to spit out. "You don't want to fuck me here on the counter?" The words are barely out of my mouth before he is pressing his lips to mine roughly. The kiss only lasts a second then he's pulling away and reaching for my panties, pushing them to the side. He struggles with them until I place my hands over his, lifting my hips to help him remove them. He tugs them over my butt and thighs, and then down over my boots; I'm surprised when he doesn't remove my boots, but intrigued, so I don't move to take them off either. He takes the slip of lace and looks down at it in his hand before glancing back up at me. Keeping my eyes trained on him I watch as he slips my underwear into his pants pocket.
I don't say anything; just move my legs to wrap around his hips, pulling him back to me; except, that's not what he wants. He pulls my legs away, letting them drop as he kneels down, taking my foot in his hand, "Fuck-me-boots. These things should be illegal, you drive me crazy as it is with fuck-me-heels, but fuck-me-boots are a new level of torture." His mouth moves to my knee, his tongue flicking out along the edge of the boots. A moan escapes my mouth without me thinking about it, his words driving me wild with need for him. I reach for his hair, tugging to get his attention but he shakes his head, grinning up at me, "Uh-uh, this is my reward, sweet Lillah. I'm going to make you cum on my tongue, here on the counter."
My stomach clenches and I can feel myself getting wetter at his words. His warm hands move to my legs, gripping the outside as his tongue zigzags across the skin of my inner thigh, slowly getting closer and closer to where I need him most. He stops halfway up my thigh, just where the hem of my dress has been pushed up to. I move my hands to pull my dress up further but he again shakes his head at me, growling, "My reward."
He moves to my other thigh, starting at my knee again and using the same zigzag pattern to move up my thigh, driving me insane. When he reaches the edge of my dress again, his hands snake around to my ass, pulling me to the very edge of the counter. My hands automatically move to his hair for stability as my feet move to rest against his shoulders. This opens me up to him, which makes him growl deep in his chest as he pushes my dress up until it's bunched around my stomach.
His tongue returns to the spot on my thigh that he stopped at. As I watch, he sinks his teeth into my flesh and I'm unable to hold back the cry of pleasure. Screaming his name, I try to pull him to me by tugging on his hair; at the same time, my feet slip off his shoulders, the heel of my boots digging into his back as I try to pull him closer with my legs. He won't let either happen, laughing wickedly as he moves to my other thigh, "Not yet baby, I want to mark my imprint as mine." His teeth sink into my other thigh and my hips start moving on their own, looking for friction, any friction. Just as I feel I'm about to fall off the counter, Embry's hands grip my hips, holding me steady to prevent me from falling while he continues his assault on my body.
He starts moving his mouth, slowly up my thighs again; I can hear myself whimpering his name, but I can't stop. He runs his tongue up my skin, almost to the bend of my leg before moving back over to the other leg. He begins sucking and nipping, his face so close to my opening that his nose just barely grazes me. My thighs are shaking; I'm losing all control over my body having him so near. Unable to hold myself up, I lean my head back against the cabinet behind me and my legs fall open, allowing all of my muscles to relax on Embry's shoulders.
The sounds coming from his mouth drive me on, my hips still trying to lift off of the counter, seeking satisfaction, my body burning for him. My eyes slip closed while my mouth falls open, panting breaths in through my nose, out through my mouth; I'm surprised I can even concentrate enough to actually breathe. He has done many things to me in our short time together but this time seems more demanding, more intense. It feels like he isn't holding back as much as he normally does.
"Mmm, baby," I moan, my words catching on a gasp when he bites down hard, sending a wave through my body. Every muscle, from head to toe, clenches and my clit throbs with need. I don't know how long I can stand this. "Embry, I need, ungh... please baby, make me cum."
"Lillah," his voice sounds strained and urgent. I look down at him. His eyes are focused on my face, and they are full of fire as he stares at me. He dips his face before I can say or do anything, his mouth descending on my sex, his tongue licking from bottom to top. My body shivering hard makes Embry grins at me, never taking his eyes off of my face. "What is it you want baby?" His voice practically purrs. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Your mouth on me," I pant out as best I can, shocked that he wants me to speak when I can barely draw breath.
"Where do you want my mouth, baby?" he asks innocently and I narrow my eyes at him.
I swallow thickly and my mind runs a million miles a minute, trying to come up with the words he wants me to say. "On my pussy, Embry. I want you to make me cum with your mouth," I blurt out and he growls at me.
"That's the kind of reward I was hoping for," he tells me gruffly as he turns to nip at my other thigh, sucking at it hard then releasing it and moving just slightly, turning his face to kiss my clit. His touch is light and loving but that doesn't last long. When he places his lips on me, his tongue slipping out and licking me softly, both of us moan loudly. One of his hands moves to join his mouth, two fingers sliding into me, filling me gently, making me wish it was his hard on pushing into me instead. His tongue flicks against my clit, working a pattern along with his fingers; my hips pick up speed, trying to move with him, reaching and seeking the orgasm I know is coming.
He presses his thumb against my clit, replacing his tongue as he begins to work me harder with his fingers, pulling and pushing in and out faster than before, matching the speed of my hips. My hands don't loosen their grip on his hair, my fingers threading and twisting through it, pulling him tighter against my body. He moans and the sound and vibration makes my toes curl. I open my mouth to beg him to put me out of my misery; as if he knows what I'm after, he presses the tips of his fingers inside of me, stroking the spot that makes the entire lower half of my body feel like it's going numb from pleasure. While he's doing that he nips my clit with his teeth and I just can't take any more.
When I open my eyes again he is looking up at me, lips wet with my cum; while staring at me he licks his tongue out, moving around his lips, cleaning my arousal off of his mouth. The action has a fresh wave of need rolling through me and before I realize what I'm doing I grip his hair, tugging and pulling his face back down between my legs. He doesn't deny me this and I watch in fascination as his mouth disappears again. His hands dig into the inside of my thighs, pushing me open as far as my legs will allow. His nose brushing against my clit and when my head drops back against the cabinet again, it lands with a thud, making him chuckle between my thighs.
My body begins to shake, my thighs tightening around him as the tension in my stomach expands and then just explodes all through me; up my spine, down my legs, to my toes. White hot bright light flashes behind my eyelids but I force them back open as my orgasm rocks my body; I need to watch him. He's pulled his fingers from my entrance and his tongue is lapping at me, his eyes still on my face. I watch, half dazed, as the flat of his tongue licks me as I cum in waves. I suck my top lip into my mouth, biting down on it while staring into his eyes. Flicking my gaze back to his mouth I notice his tongue is slowing then he turns his face, licking the inside of each of my thighs.
Finally he pushes himself up until we are eye level, a low rumble still coming from his chest as he looks at me closely, waiting for me to come back down. I grab his face in my hands and pull him close, not caring that I'll be tasting myself on his lips; I just need to kiss him. His lips crash into mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth before I even have the chance to really open up to him. His hands travel to my hips, gripping them firmly as he lifts me. My legs wrap around him instantly as he turns us from the counter, his mouth not leaving mine as he carries me to the bedroom.
Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth I slowly pull away to look at him. "I love your mouth," I whisper to him as my fingers play with the faint whiskers on his jaw.
He grins cockily at me and one of his hands somehow ends up between my legs, even though he's carrying me. "My mouth loves your pussy, baby. My mouth loves your whole body, actually." His voice is teasing, as are his hands, tickling my skin as he walks us through our bedroom door. He tilts me so I can flip the bedside lamp on while he pushes the door closed with his foot. Once we are closed up together he gently places me on the bed. It amazes me that one second Embry can be fiery and intense then the next, he's gentle and slow; he is definitely a man of many sides.
We are both undressed before I even realize either of us has moved toward the other. We are both on our knees, facing one another when he takes my face between his hands, kissing me fervently. He rolls back on his heels, then sits down and pulls me into his lap. My legs part, straddling him, his hard body pressed against me while we kiss slowly, sweetly. As soon as I feel him against me, my body reacts immediately; my nipples puckering, sex wet. He runs his hands down my back, following the slope of it above my ass then down further until he cups it in his hands. His hands squeeze and pull me toward him, grinding me against him. I moan into his mouth, as he presses me against him again. His erection jumps against my abdomen as I whimper into his mouth.
I press harder against him, tightening my thighs as I pull his body against mine. I'm on the verge of begging him to flip me over and pound into me; my body aches for him, regardless of the orgasms he gave me in the kitchen. When my hips jerk against his hard cock, I use it to create friction against my clit. He breaks the seal of our lips and gasps while looking at me with heavy lidded eyes. The way he looks during these moments is indescribable; it sends shock waves through my entire body.
"I need you, Embry," my voice is raspy as I whisper to him, my lips hovering near his.
"You want me to make love to you, baby?" he asks, his own voice gruff and sexy.
"Mmm," I shutter against him, my eyes sliding closed. "I think I want you to fuck me," I whisper shyly and open my eyes to look at him. His mouth pops open like a fish, opening and closing several times. When I begin to move off of his lap, his hands jerk out to stop me, gripping my hips.
"Where do you think you're going? I don't think my reward is complete yet. I'd like to see you ride me, baby. You look so fucking sexy; your body above me, my cock sliding in and out of you." When I hear his words a flash of the two of us in the bathtub pops into my head and I bite down on my bottom lip, my body flushing with desire.
Leaning down I place my lips against his, the tips of my breasts brushing his chest lightly. I reposition myself until I'm kneeling next to him, planning to torture him a little with my mouth, but he has a different idea; he dips his face to kiss my stomach, then hip bone. Before I know what he is planning he flicks his tongue out, lightly licking between my legs.
My thighs begin to shake and I know I can't take much more of his teasing. Just when I think I'll have to tell him so, he lifts me up by my hips, bringing me over to straddle his lap again. I'm disappointed about not getting to have him in my mouth, but my need for him is so great right now, that disappointment fades fast. My parted legs curl around his thighs and he pulls me closer, just enough that the tip of his head is almost touching me. His hands roam up and down my thighs then ass, up to my back and into my hair before he pulls my face toward his.
Our lips blend together, slowly and lovingly until his mouth opens and he slips his tongue in to touch mine. Kissing Embry arouses me, even when it's the innocent kisses we share; if I could only do one thing for the rest of my life, it would be to kiss this man. Every time our lips meet I put all of my heart into it, hoping he can feel my love for him, believing that if words ever failed, I could use a kiss to show him how I feel.
My hips begin to move again, scooting forward; he moves a hand over my shoulder, down my breast to graze a nipple tenderly. His fingers pinch my nipple lightly, making my hips jerk, my body instantly covered with goose bumps while he keeps trailing a path down to my stomach. His palms spread across my stomach as it moves down, circling a finger tip around my belly button then reaching the top of my lips. He slips a finger along the top of me; I know he must be able to feel the wetness as he moves down further, cupping me in his hand.
"You are still so wet for me. Do you know how sexy that is, baby?" His voice is just above a whisper, as he moves his face until it's buried in the side of my neck. He kisses my skin then props his forehead against my shoulder. I turn my face just slightly so I can see what he's doing. His eyes are cast down at his hand on my body. He watches his fingers slide into me and with his ear being next to my mouth he can hear every single breath I take, groaning back at me when I moan his name. My own head drops down so I can watch his hands on my body. I notice his cock grows harder, the head popping through the foreskin that it had been peeking out of half way; I giggle to myself because it looks like he's reaching out, begging for some attention.
While Embry moves one finger in and out of me slowly I arch my back, my breasts shaking with the jerky movements of my hips. When he pulls out a finger and adds another to it, sliding it back into my body we both moan and shutter against one another. I tug at his hair on the back of his scalp and a playful growl comes from deep in his chest, making me giggle and do it again, just to hear the sound.
"Please, Embry," I whimper when he presses his fingers deep into me, massaging my inner walls with their tips. "I want to be with you when I cu-." My words are cut off by a moan when he again touches that spot deep inside of me. My hips jerk to a stop at the sensation it sends through my body. He gently eases his fingers out of my body and I whimper a complaint. Before I can say anything he uses his fingers to rub my arousal on his erection, which is now standing at full attention. I lean forward and press my lips to his roughly, kissing him with aggression.
After a few seconds of his warm lips on mine he pulls away to look at me. I smile brightly at him, anticipating what is going to happen next. I've thought about having Embry in me all day. It's like I can't get enough of him now that we've had sex. Our relationship has gone to an entirely different level.
I reposition myself, scooting closer to him, still putting most of my weight on my thighs, hovering above him. Before he can say or do anything I reach out, gently wrapping my fingers around his shaft, causing his hips to shoot up off the bed, as he growls my name. Noticing a drip of pre-cum on the head of his cock I rub the pad of my thumb across it, wicking it away lightly. "Another time," Embry gasps pleadingly as I start to scoot back, intending to take him into my mouth like I originally planned. His hands clutch at my upper arms, pulling me back up.
I release my hand around his cock but when my hand accidentally grazes the head again he gasps my name. I stop and sit up, looking down at Embry; I'm a little afraid but also very curious, studying him as I try to decide what to do next. "Just stand on your knees, sweet Lillah, I'll help you. I really just need to feel you right now." Embry's words come in pants and the sound arouses me more, knowing that I'm the reason he's reacting this way.
I move until I'm hovering over Embry's hard on and I can feel the heat radiating from his body, calling to me. He lifts his hips a little, allowing the head of his erection to touch my lips. The action is brief as he rests them back against the mattress. He uses his hands on my hips to pull me down until he's right at my entrance. Gently, he shifts one of my knees until I'm spread open a bit more, then he pulls me down further. Gripping his hand around the base of his shaft he guides himself between my lips; his eyes slam shut as I slide myself down onto him.
"Don't feel rushed. We have all night." He assures me in panting breaths. "I've been dying to have your wet pussy on me all day; to make love to you. Make you scream my name as you cum hard around me, as we cum together." His words don't really shock me but they send a shiver of need up my spine.
He lets me take my time and savor the sweet heat of our bodies joining again. I wince slightly once but then the uncomfortable feeling passes so quickly I wonder if I imagined it. The incredible way he feels inside of me overrides any unease or tension there might have been in my body. When I'm completely seated on him; he digs his finger tips into my hips. I don't move right away, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of having him so deep; he doesn't say a word, just leans close and kisses the side of my neck.
I begin slowly moving my hips finding a rhythm with the help of his hands. His eyes stay glued on mine, an intense pull coming from him that I can't look away from. My back arches, curling and releasing with each rotation and forward movement I make. Placing my hands on his chest I brace myself while lifting my hips only slightly as I slide off of him then take him back in again.
Moving faster makes my breasts bounce between us, sometimes tickling against his hot skin. He lifts his head and moves to cup one in his hand, teasing my nipple with his fingers. Dropping my head back I whisper his name. "I love you. Love the way you make me feel, Embry."
Biting down gently on my nipple Embry helps to speed my hips up with the guidance of his hands. I can hear myself moaning and whimpering between shallow breaths, but I can also tell that his breathing has picked up too, both of us gasping at the pace of our bodies increase.
Embry's hand snakes down from my breast to the top of my lips. As soon as his fingers are on my clit my body starts shaking uncontrollably. I don't need to open my eyes to know he's damn proud of himself, which is a good thing because I'm not sure I could open my eyes right now. His fingers continue to stroke me oh-so-gently with just the tips, not adding pressure but moving with such lightness that I'm almost not sure he's really touching me, except for how amazing he is making me feel.
"You feel so good, baby. Hot and wet against me. I love you more than you know." I hear his words just before I feel his lips on mine again; our kisses falling into the pattern of our joined bodies. He moves a hand to grip my ass lightly, pulling me down harder against him while he lifts his hips up to push into me. I can feel all of him inside of me and the intensity has both of us moaning the others name as I rock against him, grinding down on him and his hand.
When I don't think I can take the pressure building up any longer, he presses his thumb against me, rubbing hard and fast, bringing me near my breaking point. "Oh God, Embry. Feel so good like this. So different- so... g- good," I manage to stammer out through my labored breathing. I continue to speak to him, but my mind is so jumbled that my words now are random gasps of pleasure.
"I can't wait to feel you tighten around my cock, your body pulling me in as you cum around me. You have no idea how sexy that is, to watch you fall apart for me." I can no longer hold on to my body, his words sending me over the edge. My body is convulsing around him, and I just barely register that he pulls me down even harder on him as he lifts up into me again. The sound of him groaning, the feeling of him shuddering in my arms has me approaching yet another orgasm before I feel like I've even recovered from the first. My hips begin to jerk, picking up an erratic pattern just as I feel him again pressing against my clit. This time he also moves my hip so that we are at a slightly different angle; when he lifts into me, I feel him hit a new spot in me and I'm gone again.
One more rotation of his hips and I feel him joining me, both of us holding on to one another tight as we ride out our mutual pleasure. The feeling of him releasing in me is so amazing, but this time is even more powerful than ever before, if that's possible. When we are both finally able to focus again, he pulls me down to his chest, placing kisses all over my face while he runs his hands up and down my back, wicking away the sweat I can feel on my skin.
He whispers softly against my heart as he slowly withdraws from me, "You are so beautiful, baby." He leans down and kisses the swell of my breast, one of his favorite places on my body, and looks back up at me. He looks so happy and in love that I want to cry from the joy I feel seeing him react to me like that. However, his next words make me love him even more. "If you could see yourself the way I see you," he says between panting breaths. Running a hand down my back he stops at the dip above my ass. "This part right here, so sexy, the perfect place to rest my hands."
He moves his hands to my hips and stops again, caressing my skin softly, "Hips, lush and curvy; perfect for my hands to grip, made to bear my babies." Down to my ass, "Round, a little wiggly when you walk." I want to be offended at his words, but when I gasp he just grins at me, "That's a good thing, baby. I love to look at your ass. Why do you think I like for you to run in front of me?" His words make me blush wildly, but I don't interrupt him.
On to my shoulders he moves, "Smooth and silky, delicate enough to nibble on." Then to my neck, "The place I love to leave my mark so everyone can see you are mine only." He lightly nips and sucks to prove his point. Finally he moves down to my breasts, cupping them in each hand, my nipples growing hard against his palms, "Succulent, soft and pillowy tits." I raise an eyebrow at him, but I can't help but laugh inside. He is so a boob man, at least when it comes to me.
Before he can say anything else I slide my body up until my lips are close enough to cover his. I kiss him with urgency then I pull back to stare down at him, speaking seriously, "You are the most amazing man, Embry. You are beautiful, not only outside but inside as well. I'm so thankful I found you; thankful that Paul phased that day. I don't know where I would be now if it weren't for that."
"Don't even go there, Lillah. You never have to worry or wonder because I will be here, next to you, for the rest of our lives. I can't wait to share everything with you." His words are rough and choppy and I can feel the emotion behind them. I want to tell him I feel the same way, but the emotions clog my throat up. He rolls us over onto our sides then places his lips against mine while I wind our legs together, plastering our bodies so close that I don't know where he begins and I end.
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The rest of the week flies by, between work and my mom calling, what feels like, every hour to discuss wedding plans. She threw a small fit when she found out I'd already bought the dress, but calmed down when I promised I would try it on next week. Mom, Angela and I are going to meet to find Angela's dress since I already asked her to be in the wedding party, and she happily agreed. She's excited to see my mom next week too, but she keeps asking who else is going to be in the wedding; I hope to be able to tell her soon.
We haven't decided who else we want to have standing up with us, only because of the dinner tonight. Of course, Embry doesn't know this is why I haven't made a decision, I haven't told him the significance of tonight. When Emily mentioned having dinner, she said there were a few other things Embry's mom had told her before she died. I'm unsure why Emily has kept this stuff a secret so long, but I'm sure there's a reason. I'm hopeful Lee told Emily about Embry's father, and subsequently, which of the pack members is his half-brother. I think it's worth waiting for this vital piece of information to decide who should be in the wedding party; if I had a half-brother or sister, I would definitely want them next to me.
Checking the clock when I walk into the bedroom, I know I have a couple of hours until Embry gets home from patrols. Quickly changing my clothes, I decide to run off some of my anxiety over the wedding plans. I'm about ten minutes into my run when I feel his eyes on me. Adding a little extra swing to my hips, I keep moving, but the growl I hear is distinctive and I know my wolf is watching me. And enjoying the view. If I had any lingering doubts, this past week has wiped them all out; Embry definitely is attracted to me. It doesn't matter if I'm perfectly made up or wearing his tux shirt the next morning with wild hair, he is always ready to make love and show me how much he desires me.
I hear a little whine from the woods when I run up the porch; before I close the door, I blow a kiss in the direction of the sound. As I walk through the house, I'm stripping my clothes off, looking forward to a hot shower after the run. I toss all the clothes in the basket before walking into the bathroom. While the shower is heating up, I turn around, catching a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror.
The woman staring back at me is a little shocking, only because I realize that for the first time, I don't see anything I hate on my body. All the things I used to worry about now look amazing to me and I know I have Embry to thank for that. My body is no different than it was when I first moved here, but when I look now all I see are all the parts that Embry loves. The breasts that distract him every time, the hips he grips tight just before he enters me, the ass that he pinches, squeezes, and smacks whenever he gets the chance, and the stomach he kisses softly when he thinks I'm sleeping.
My hand rests against my stomach and I push it out as far as I can, trying to imagine a baby growing. It's surreal to even consider, which is why I try not to think about it. Until I see an obvious change in my body or I start to have morning sickness, I don't think I'll believe it. Or maybe if Embry has one of those "moments" that Kim and Emily were telling me about, where they just "know" their imprint is pregnant. I shake my head, laughing at the absurdity of my thoughts, turning away from the mirror to get in the shower.
Once I'm showered, I quickly fix my hair, leaving it in wavy curls down my back just as Embry likes, and put on just a little bit of make-up; mascara, blush and lip gloss is perfect for tonight. My contacts have been bothering me the past couple of days, so I put on my glasses, deciding the evening will be relaxed enough not to need contacts.
He walks in just as I'm pulling a soft purple sweater over my head, pairing it with jeans and the fuck-me-boots he admired. I meet him just as he walks into the bedroom, picking me up and tossing me on the bed, growling just like I heard him earlier in his wolf form. He leans over my body on the bed, his lips attacking mine roughly. I want so much to enjoy this aggressive side of my man, but we promised to be at Sam and Emily's at six-thirty and it's already six.
He grumbles when I explain our time crunch, making me promise we pick this up again later. Once I agree, he runs to the shower; I finish getting ready then pull out jeans and a black shirt for him. He hasn't moved all of his stuff over here yet, but he brought over his clothes and necessities on Wednesday after he finished patrols.
He's ready and we are in his truck fifteen minutes later. I made a couple of fudge pies for dessert last night, one of which Embry and I cut into right away, the other I saved for tonight. I grab the pie once we pull up to Sam and Emily's house, following Embry out of the truck. Claire greets us at the door, "Uncle Bry! Aunt Lillah!" I nearly start crying when I hear her call me "Aunt Lillah". While Embry mentioned this change in name, it's very different to actually hear her call me this; it brings me such joy to have Claire include me in her family.
"Claire-bear," Embry picks her up, swinging her around the porch as I walk into the house. Eli is in his bouncy chair in the living room, sitting next to Sam. They both wave, Eli's hands flying wildly through the air, as I walk in. I make a quick stop to drop a kiss on the top of his head before making a bee-line for the kitchen. Emily pulls me into a tight hug as soon as I make it to the room.
"Hi! How's it going?" She giggles as I take a step back. I blush wildly and she laughs, "That good?"
"It's more than good; it's great, Emily. This time last week I was hoping I could somehow have a chance to keep him, and now I'm engaged, getting married in less than three weeks and," I stop myself before I can say more, knowing Embry doesn't want to share these details just yet. However, Emily knows me better.
"Are you thinking you're pregnant already?"
"NO! Absolutely not!" I try to keep a straight face, but I'm so excited I can't keep this from Emily. "But we're trying," I whisper softly.
Emily squeals with delight, hugging me close, "Oh my gosh! You two are going to be amazing parents. This is so exciting!"
"I'm not pregnant yet," I speak softly, not wanting to jinx us by having everyone assume it will happen quickly and then somehow my body failing. Now that Kim has pointed out how long it's been since I've had my period, I'm starting to worry it may not happen. She called yesterday to let me know she got me an appointment with the OB-GYN, but the earliest she had available was the eighth of December. I knew Kim was doing us a favor even getting us in that soon, but still, to wait another month before we can find out for sure if I can get pregnant and carry the baby without complications is killing me.
Emily shakes her head, "You will be, very soon. I have a feeling Embry will be telling you before you know it."
"We'll see." I speak evenly, but inside my stomach is flipping at the mention of Embry knowing I'm pregnant even before I know. Smiling at Emily I look around the kitchen, "Is there anything I can help with?"
"No, everything is covered, but you can show me that ring!" Emily giggles, then gasps audibly when I lift my left hand. She looks up at me, "How did he afford this? I know Sam doesn't pay him that much."
Shaking my head I laugh softly, "He went a little overboard, but I love it; the color is just amazing. He used the money Paul and Rachel gave him for the house to buy it. I was trying to convince him earlier this week to stop thinking of it as Paul and Rachel's money and to consider it his mom's gift to him. I think he's still working through it, but he seemed more open to using the money, especially when I mentioned I think she would have liked knowing we are using her money for our wedding."
Emily grins at me, "You really are perfect for him, Lillah. I've tried telling him over and over that Lee wanted him to have the money. She didn't expect him to live in that house but that was the only thing of value she could leave him. Of course, he wouldn't listen to me; he's so stubborn, especially when it comes to money."
"Speaking of Lee..." I let my words drift off, almost afraid to ask the question on my mind.
Emily's hand slides over my cheek, smiling at me, "We'll discuss after dinner, let's eat then I'll put the kids to bed. If you don't mind, I think it'll be best to have Sam join us as well. I haven't told him anything, but just in case Embry gets upset."
"What is there for him to get upset about?" I ask, suddenly very worried for Embry.
"Nothing in particular," Emily says softly as she turns to pull a pan out of the oven, "but digging up the past is uncomfortable for him sometimes."
I nod in agreement, but don't say anything else when Sam, holding Eli, and Embry, with Claire's hand grasped in his, walk into the kitchen. The guys get the kids settled while Emily and I plate the food for everyone. Once we are all sitting around the table, everyone digs into Emily's shepherd's pie enthusiastically. After running this afternoon, I'm starving tonight, actually going for a small second helping before dessert is served. Embry, of course, is very happy to see me eating like this. I can't help shaking my head at how silly he gets over me eating, but I know it is because he loves me so much.
Once everyone finishes their desserts, Emily stands to take the kids upstairs to bed; Sam following her. She tells him to stay with us, but we wave them off, not wanting to impose. Emily tells us to get comfortable in the living room once goodnight kisses and hugs have been shared. Claire again makes tears spring to my eyes when she hugs me, "I love you, Aunt Lillah."
"Love you too, Claire," I whisper before Embry escorts me into the living room. We actually sit on the same love seat as we did a few weeks ago, which makes me smile. I rest my head against his shoulder, sighing softly, "We had our first date here."
"I was honestly shocked you agreed to attend the family dinner as my date. Then when the whole Leah thing happened- I thought I'd lost you." Embry shakes his head at the memory.
Remembering that night, I twist my head, "What was Leah up to when she hugged you?"
Embry grimaces before speaking softly, "That was the night everyone placed their bets on when I'd tell you everything. Leah had five dollars I would tell you that night. She was trying to make you jealous, make you get so angry at me that I would be forced to tell you everything or lose you. It nearly worked."
"What do you mean?" I lean back, shocked by his admission.
Embry shrugs as his fingers draw random patterns over my arms, "I admitted a lot to you that night, I was honestly surprised you didn't figure out I had imprinted on you. Of course, I knew why you didn't figure it out, Rachel told me you thought it was impossible that I could imprint on you."
I gasp, shocked to find out much he knew about what I was thinking then. "When did she tell you that?"
"The morning after you said it. While you were showering at her place she tore into me. She was trying to make me admit to her what happened; she doesn't like not knowing what is going on. She told me, hoping I would have a reaction. She wasn't happy when I managed to keep my mouth shut."
Before I can say more, Emily and Sam walk into the living room, smiling happily at the two of us. They take a seat, Emily curling up in Sam's lap just like I'm curled up in Embry's. I shake my head, realizing how right he was, all the clues were there all along, I just honestly didn't think it could be me, so I ignored all of them.
"We probably shouldn't keep you," Embry starts to speak but I stop him, moving my hand over his cheek.
My heart is pounding hard as I speak softly just for Embry, "Not yet, baby. Remember the letter your mom wrote?" He nods, but looks obviously confused. "There were other things she told Emily."
Embry looks around me suddenly, his eyes locked on Emily, "What else did my mom tell you? Did she say anything about my-." Embry stops himself, leaning back and taking deep breaths.
I know he is nervous but I do my best to calm him down, whispering to him how much I love him and that I'm here with him. Slowly his heart rate returns to a more normal speed. I check to make sure he's alright, and once he nods, I turn back to Emily, softly whispering, "Before you start, may I ask a question?"
Emily takes a deep breath then shakes her head, but I notice her hand is gripping Sam's like a life line. "Why did you wait until now?"
"That was one of Lee's requests." Emily's eyes are locked on Embry, who is now resting his chin on my shoulder to see Emily. "She asked me not to share this information until Embry was with someone. She felt it might be better for you to learn the truth with someone there to support you, unlike when she died."
I feel Embry shiver slightly behind me and I grip his hands, holding them tight. Turning my face slightly I whisper for him, "If you don't want to know, we can stop."
"No, keep going Emily."
Emily looks between us then back at Sam. I'm surprised when I hear Sam speak, "Embry, this will change a lot of things, not just for you. You need to be damn certain you want to know this information. We've all speculated over the years, but Emily knows the truth. She hasn't told me or anyone else. If you aren't sure, then we need to wait or let it go."
Embry takes a deep breath and I tilt my head back to watch him as he speaks, "I understand, Sam. I want to know, not just for me, but for Lillah and any kids we might have. If they have cousins, or aunts and uncles, they deserve to know. I do have one request though." He pauses, closing his eyes before he speaks softly, "If it's Billy, it goes no further than this room until I can talk to him. I don't want Jacob or Rachel to find out before I have a chance to talk to him."
I don't realize I'm crying until a drop hits my hand. I don't bother wiping the tears away, knowing more will fall before the night is over. The thought that Billy really could be Embry's father still feels wrong; I just don't see it happening.
I'm so focused on Embry that I don't see Emily and Sam move until Emily is sitting on the love seat next to us, Sam perching on the arm beside her. Emily grasps our joined hands, smiling, "You don't have to worry, Embry, it isn't Billy."
Embry and I both sigh in relief, thankful that Billy's reputation will remain intact. However, that relief is soon overtaken by the worry that Quil's father might be Embry's father. If that's the case, then Embry and I are related somehow, since Quil is a distant cousin of mine. I'm starting to panic when I look up at Emily; she meets my eyes and shakes her head "no" once. Understanding what she means, I can't help gasping, looking at her, "Then- you mean- it's...?" Emily nods and I turn to Embry, so excited to know the truth.
Unfortunately, Embry looks completely confused, his eyes moving back and forth between Emily and I. "What? It's what?"
"I think they are saying we share a father," Sam says in his gruff voice.
"Seriously?" Embry's head jerks up to look at Sam. He still looks confused, almost like he doesn't want to believe it until he hears it directly from Emily.
"Seriously. Embry, your father was Sam's father, Joshua Uley. You and Sam are half brothers." Emily speaks softly, but her words hang heavy in the air of the living room. No one says anything for a few minutes as we give Embry and Sam a chance to digest this information.
Embry glances up at Sam, "Are you sure you didn't know?"
"Positive; I didn't even know she knew your mom until she gave you guys the letter." Sam tilts Emily's chin up, speaking softly, "You couldn't have told me?"
"I promised Lee, baby, I'm so sorry. Plus, I didn't want you to know then treat Embry differently." Emily sighs, "It was important to Lee that Embry have someone by his side for this."
"Did she tell you anything about how it- happened?" Embry asks, cringing at the words. I lean back against his chest, my hand caressing his cheek to help him remain calm through this.
"I'm guessing during one of the many times he left my mom," Sam growls then looks at Embry. "I'm kind of excited that we are brothers, man, but I don't want you to have any misconceptions about who our father was. He wasn't a great guy, trust me, your mom did you a favor by protecting you from him."
Emily looks sad when she speaks, keeping her eyes on Embry and me, "I wish I could disagree with Sam, but that is pretty much what Lee told me. Joshua had separated from his wife and came to the Makah village telling a story about how his wife had cheated on him. Lee's parents warned her not to believe him, but she was young and thought herself in love with him. She said he was very charming, making all these big plans to get married and start a family once he divorced his wife. When he found out she was pregnant, he left."
"Sounds about right," Sam growls and I can feel still more tears falling, realizing both Embry and Sam were hurt by this man.
Emily leans back, whispering to Sam before looking back at us, "Lee's parents weren't happy, but they weren't going to kick their pregnant daughter out on the street. They agreed to let her stay as long as she gave the baby up for adoption once it was born."
My hands fly to my mouth, but a small scream escapes before I can stop it. The idea of my Embry not being here scares me more than it should. This time it's Embry comforting me, "Shhh, baby, its ok. That didn't happen, I'm here."
Emily continues with her story once I give her a small nod to go on, "Lee knew she couldn't give up her baby, but she was also scared. So she agreed to her parent's terms, but once you were born, she refused to give you up. Knowing her parents would be furious, she packed up and came here to La Push. She didn't want to find Joshua, but she wanted Embry to be raised in the traditions of his father. She found a job, made friends and settled in to life as a single mom.
"Everything was fine until you 'changed', Embry. She wanted me to make sure I told you that she didn't blame you for that, but when you changed, she knew it had to do with your father. She hated grounding you, but she hoped that she could protect you from becoming like him, which is what she feared was going on. Especially once she found out you were hanging out with Sam."
"Did you ever correct her? Let her know we weren't acting like him?" Embry snarls out the last word, clearly just as unhappy with his father as Sam.
"I didn't know that was what she was thinking when we first met. I initially just went to talk to your mom because I knew she was grounding you. I told her I was a friend of yours and Sam's fiancée and that I knew you weren't getting into trouble. I didn't know when I mentioned I was Sam's fiancée, that's what got her attention. We talked for a long time, me explaining that you guys were protecting the tribe, not misbehaving. She asked me question after question which I answered the best I could without giving away our secret.
"She invited me to come over again a few days later. Our time together went from me answering her questions about Embry to the two of us just talking. She told me once I was her link to you, Embry, and that she hoped one day you would find someone to settle down with, like Sam had with me. I definitely think she would have approved of you, Lillah."
Embry gives a small snort of laughter behind me when I start blushing at Emily's words, "Told you Mom would have liked you." I don't say anything, just wrap my arms around Embry's neck, twisting in his lap to hug him tight. When I release him he gives me a soft kiss on the lips before returning his focus to Emily.
"So you and my mom became close, but when did she tell you about," Embry waves his hand between himself and Sam. I'm guessing he's still unable to say the word "brother", but he looks happy when he looks at Sam, which is a good sign.
"Not until the very end. Obviously, I knew she was really sick, so it surprised me when she called me over one day. That's when she showed me the locket and gave me the letter. It drained her to tell me what I just shared with you, but she wanted to make sure someone knew, someone she could trust. That's when she confessed that as soon as she knew I was Sam's fiancée, she knew it had to be me that she talked to, that the spirits had brought me to her. She knew I wouldn't betray her trust by letting it slip, because I knew the consequences, that this information would impact my family as well."
Emily squeezes Sam's hand and I can see tears running down her face, "I wanted to tell you, so badly." She turns to Embry, "Both of you. Especially when I saw how much you cared for Eli, but I couldn't, I couldn't break Nayeli's trust. I would ask the spirits for your imprintee to come to us soon so I could share this, but they wouldn't tell me anything, just that things were being set in motion. Even when Lillah joined us, Halona couldn't tell me anything until you actually claimed her. Do you know how frustrating it is to talk to vague spirits?"
"Halona?" Embry and I speak at the same time. When I turn to him, he looks shocked, his mouth hanging open slightly. I'm surprised, but I still need to understand what Emily is saying. Turning back to Emily I speak my words slowly, cautiously, "Emily, you speak to my grandmother?"
Emily looks confused, "Your grandmother? She was named Halona?"
Glancing over my shoulder at Embry I can see he's trying to follow this conversation, but is still confused. Giving Emily a soft smile I speak, "My dad's mom, and the daughter of my Quileute great-grandmother, was named Halona."
"Oh no, sweetie, this is Halona Catori. Your grandmother was probably named for her. Sorry, I forget I haven't given you the full imprint debrief yet, lots to catch you up on. Halona Catori was the Third Wife, she comes to me in my dreams and whenever I need her. She was the first imprint and so she comes to the first imprint in every generation to kind of lead us through this journey." Emily's face blossoms into a huge smile as she looks over at Embry, "She did mention your mom the other night; she said Nayeli was jumping for joy when you finally told Lillah."
Embry seems frozen at Emily's words; unsure what to do for him, I curl up against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. As shocked as I am by all of this information, I can't imagine how he is handling everything. Its wonderful news to know that he really does have a half-brother, but to know his mom kept this secret for so long must be hurting him. Trying to focus on the positive in all this I tilt my head to look up at him, dropping a kiss on his chin before I whisper, "You're an uncle."
Embry looks confused and I can't hold back my giggle. Thankfully, Emily helps me out, explaining, "Embry, since Sam is your brother, that means you are Eli's uncle; and my brother. Well, brother-in-law, but still."
I sit up straight, my smile wide as I turn to Emily, "That means we are going to be sisters!"
"I told you, you've been part of our family all along, Lillah. I already considered you my sister," Emily pulls me into a tight hug and I know we are both crying. When I lean back I see Sam giving Embry a weird look.
Turning to Embry I watch as he shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know man, women."
"Yeah, but they're our women, bro." When Sam smiles wide at Embry, Emily and I both start crying again, but this time there is laughter mixed in with our tears.
Once we both calm down, I twist around in Embry's lap to face him. He wipes away my tears gently before brushing his lips against mine for just a moment. When he leans back I speak as quietly as I can, just for him, "Em, about the wedding, I think it would be good to have- your brother and Emily stand up with us. Plus Angela, and maybe Jacob, since he's your Alpha?"
"Sounds perfect," Embry kisses me again before turning to Sam and Emily. "Lillah and I would like to have the two of you," he pauses, looking at me then back at Sam, "my brother and his wife, in our wedding. If you'd like, I mean."
Emily is bouncing on the love seat as she turns to Sam. He laughs then shakes his head, "We'd love to be in your wedding." Emily nods in agreement, winking at me. "Brothers," Sam says slowly, "that's going to take some getting used to, but I like it."
Embry agrees with Sam. "Should we let this get out like everything else or call a meeting?"
"The regular way is fine, I'm sure once Quil finds out it will take about two minutes before everyone else knows. He can't keep a secret to save his life."
We all laugh at the truth of this statement. The remainder of the evening is spent with all of us getting accustomed to this new relationship. It's so exciting to think that I've gone from an only child to marrying into a brother, sister-in-law and nephew, plus a pack full of family members. Embry truly has given me everything I've ever wished for and more.
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Angela calls me up the next morning wanting to know if Embry and I would like to join her and Ben for lunch in Port Angeles. When I suggest it to Embry, he's all for it, especially since our rings are ready to be picked up.
We meet outside of the restaurant a few hours later, Angela and I giggling when we see each other. She hugs me tight then reaches for my left hand before grinning up at Embry, "I definitely approve!"
Embry snorts his laughter, "Glad to hear it."
Ben leads us in and we are quickly seated at a table. We place our orders before catching up on all that has happened lately. Angela tells us all about the new house and getting settled in. Having just gone through that myself, I empathize with her stress. Embry and I update her on the wedding party and the latest development of Embry's brother. She is shocked, but excited for us. Embry is still dealing with this information, but so far, he seems to be adjusting to the idea of Sam being his brother pretty well.
Once our food is dropped off, we all dig in eagerly. Since the table is so quiet, the angry voices in the restaurant are clearly heard by everyone at the table.
"I want to speak to your manager! This service was terrible. My soup was cold. Who serves cold soup?"
"It's gazpacho soup, miss. It's supposed to be served cold."
"Don't you dare speak to my fiancée that way. Don't you know who I am?"
When my head jerks up, I see Angela looking over her shoulder, like she recognizes someone. Just as I turn to Embry to mouth, "Carter," Angela turns back to me, shock and worry on her face.
"Lah, there's something I forgot to tell you. You know my friend Jessica?" When I nod in confusion, Angela cringes before continuing, "Remember how I mentioned she had a new boyfriend?"
My eyes go wide, "No! She isn't dating him?"
"Worse, sounds like they're engaged." Angela rolls her eyes, "I tried to tell her what a creep he is, but she just laughed, excited to be dating a 'Seattle Baldwin'."
Sounds like they are perfect for each other. I almost chastise myself for even thinking that when I realize Jessica has spotted Angela and is dragging Carter over to our table. I want to run and hide but I know that isn't an option at this point. Turning to Embry, I try to plead with him to stay calm with my eyes, grabbing his hands and focusing on him alone as I hear Jessica using her best fake happy tone to introduce Angela to her fiancé, Carter. I'm hopeful they will ignore us, but no such luck.
"So are you going to introduce your friends to us, Angela?"
Angela takes a deep breath before mumbling, "Jess, you remember my cousin, Lillah."
"Oh my gosh! Lillah, I didn't even recognize you! Wow, you've lost a lot of weight since I last saw you. Bet you wish you could have lost some of those boobs, though! I hear you can have surgery to get them reduced." Just like all those years before, Jessica won't shut up and every word out of her mouth makes me feel about a foot tall. I hate her. She really is perfect for Carter.
When Jessica takes a breath, Carter turns to me, a nasty smile on his face, "Lillah. Good to see you again. I see you are still slumming. How is it that you know my fiancée?"
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A/N: Oh joy. Carter's back, and he brought his fiancée, Jessica. Raise your hand if you think the shit's going to hit the fan in the next chapter? Raise both hands if you want to see Embry take his ass down.
Also, if you don't have us on author alert (really, why wouldn't you? *wink*) we previously posted a one-shot for a challenge in which Emily dreams and has a talk with Halona Catori. When we wrote it we didn't even consider it could tie into LC. But while writing the last half of this story, we realized that Halona Catori had other plans for us. The one-shot is called "The First Imprint" if you want to check it out.
Finally, our little story that could, along with "The First Imprint", have been nominated for Original Character awards in the categories of "Wish Fulfillment", "In Name Only" (The First Imprint), "Best Pairing", "Best Characterization", and "Most Impressive Writing". Voting is open until 6:59pm EST TONIGHT, the 14th of December. We are super excited and would love your vote, but also encourage you to check out the other stories that were nominated. There is some great writing amongst the nominated authors! http:/originalcharacterawards[dot]blogspot[dot]com/