Chapter 8

I was waking up and I was really warm. Almost too warm. At first I thought Paul had still been lying on top of me but it didn't feel like a body on top of me, just a shit ton of blankets. And while I was seriously warm my body felt sluggish. As if it didn't want to wake up. While I lied there I listened but I couldn't hear anything.

That was strange.

The lack of noise had me opening my eyes and looking around. It was really cute in here and not really what I would have thought for a man living on his own. Sure it was smaller than most people would like but it just felt more like home.

I sat up and in the process pushed all the too hot blankets off me. I mean it was summer after all. Sure it was overcast a lot of the time but it was still warm all the time.

I continued to look around.

The couch was well used but neat and free of stains and rips. It looked as if he may have fallen asleep there quite often. To the right of the couch was a matching recliner and it looked like a big fluffy cloud of awesomeness.

I was claiming that as my permanent spot.

I wonder if I have to rub myself on it so it smells like me. I laughed in my head. Oh man I kill myself sometimes. I can see Paul walking into me rubbing my body on his recliner as if I'm a dog. I stood up and walked over to it to see if it was as comfy as it looked.

When I sunk into the fluff I knew right then and there I was proclaiming my love for his chair.

To my right was a small side table with nothing fancy on it. Just some junk mail it looked like. And a well-worn pizza take out menu on top. Going to have to fix that. He needs to eat more than pizza, and cold pizza, and oh yea pizza.

To my left was the front door and a small table right next to it. It looked like it was for keys. And in fact the table had his truck keys on it. So he couldn't be far.

I wonder if he is Paul or if he is Silver.

I stood up and turned to look at the dining room and kitchen combo. The dining table was simple but look sturdy. The kitchen was painted a soft blue and the cabinets were all a light natural wood. It wasn't something out of a magazine but I fell in love with it.

Since Paul wasn't in any of the rooms I could currently see I decided to go down the short hall and look into the 3 doors to see if he might be in some room down there.

The first door I came to was on the left and ended up being an empty bathroom. Small but had a soaker tub which I claim as my own now. I find myself claiming a lot around his home. Hmm I wonder if that is strange or not.

The second door was directly across the hall on the right and ended up being a small guest room. It had a twin size bed with a tan comforter, white sheets, and mounds of pillows. It had light wood furniture that all looked handmade and was beautiful. It was small yes but it fit the house well and was really nice.

Leaving that room left me facing the last door, which I assumed was the master bedroom.

I opened that door and saw that I had been right. It was a lot more spacious than the other rooms had been. It had a king sized bed and two side tables. There was another handmade dresser across from the bed and there was a beautiful window over the dresser.

The window faced the forest.

Looking out of the window I saw the forest and there he was. In all his naked glory.

He really was a fine specimen of man. I have no clue how I was resisting anymore. I didn't want to. I had been denying myself and him for a while now. And while we had interaction we weren't together how we both wanted and needed. Physically.

As soon as I thought that, his eyes met mine through the window and it was like he knew what I was thinking. But he was also looking at me as if I was the only woman in the world he ever wanted to look at.

I raised my hand and pushed the hair out of my face completely forgetting the fact that I was in just his shirt and undies.

His eyes snapped down to look at my legs causing me to look down as well. It was then I noticed the shirt had risen when I lifted my arm. I blushed and tried to cover myself self-consciously making him look at me intensely. I could feel the disapproval rolling off him in waves even through the window. I noticed though his eyes were that of Paul and not Silver.

If I was telling the truth it was sexier that he wanted me as Paul just as much as he wanted me as Silver.

My thoughts were interrupted when he started to stalk to what I assume was the backdoor connected to the kitchen.

That look kind of made me want to hide but made my lady bits tingle more than the feeling to hide.

He looked as if he could eat me alive and when he came through the bedroom door I couldn't help myself. I jumped on him.

Literally.

Then I attacked his mouth with mine.

It wasn't soft, it wasn't loving, it was pure lust and need.

He kissed back with just as much force and I soon found my back pressed into the bed. Paul broke the kiss long enough to remove his shirt from me and tossed it somewhere across the room. I was too busy to care.

He looked down at my body like he had won some kind of prize. Just his staring caused me to become self-conscious but as I tried to cover myself he let out a growl that froze my hands where they were.

"Never cover yourself around me. I love your body. I love you. What you are giving me is the most amazing gift and I will cherish it. Now let me cherish you" He told me.

It was then I just let my fears of him not liking my body go and let him look all he wanted. I may be a virgin but it's not like he is. A fact that I wasn't too thrilled about but hey what can I do, nothing, so I get over it quickly.

He starts at my right hip and kisses my hip bone, causing me to moan and arch. Slowly, oh so very slowly he kisses softly the skin of my stomach. So softly his lips are barely touching.

"mmmm" I moan out and see him smirk.

"What baby? You like how I make you feel? Let me hear every. Little. Moan." He punctuated the last 3 words with harder kisses.

After the best experience I have had I am lying next to Paul, who is wrapped around my body asleep. He fell asleep about 10 minutes after we made love. He had told me he had been out patrolling while I had had my nap earlier.

Lying still so he could sleep I was finding my body was becoming very stiff. I stretched as much as I could with him practically engulfing my whole body, and found everything to be sore, a good sore, but sore.

Looking to the right I see the alarm clock and it says its 12:30 pm. Well no wonder I am starving and have to pee.

Maybe if I kind of scoot like this, and roll like this, and avoid him grabbing me by placing this pillow just about here. And I am free! I threw my arms in the air in victory. Looking over at Paul, stifling a giggle, he was wrapped around the pillow I had been sleeping with. It must smell like me.

I had to look like a freaking idiot but I was ninja tip toeing to the door. You know the tip toe. The whole take a step, wait, take a step, and wait. When I finally go to the door I shut it quietly and did a victory dance.

I finally got to pee and looking at Paul's toothbrush I shrugged and used it. I mean apparently we are together and sharing spit anyways so why not.

With an empty bladder and a clean mouth I went into the kitchen to find something to eat.

Opening the fridge I see eggs and bread. Oh and pizza, ha. I knew that was all he eats. Grabbing the eggs and the bread I decide to make eggs and toast. I'm just going to make all the eggs, 2 cartons, because he will be hungry and as big as he is he will probably eat almost all of it.

Just as I was finishing up the eggs I heard a roar from the bedroom that made me jump about 2 feet in the air. Next thing I know Paul comes tearing through the house looking like a crazed man on a mission. Once he spots me he comes for me.

Spatula still in hand he pulls me up and starts taking deep gulping breaths. His head is buried in my neck and he is breathing me in.

"Paul what's wrong?" I asked confused.

"Never and I mean never leave me like that" He told me seriously.

"What are you talking about? I made breakfast? I am not a possession Paul. I am a human being. I get that you are a possessive person by nature. You always have been but you need to understand I am my own person." I huffed at him.

"I didn't know where you were and if that blood sucker got you. You have to see this from my point of view. I know you are your own person, I get it, but I am not going to let that bastard get to you again. I know these kind. They are not one to let their prey to get away. And that is what you are now. His prey."

Just as he told me that we heard a howl and Quil came busting through the front door.

"They caught his scent"