CHAPTER 36

PLEASE PLEASE ME

"Here we are," Paul said as they stopped outside their door. They had checked in to a very nice inn along the waterfront and were given a key to the honeymoon suite. Paul unlocked the door then stopped Leah from walking inside. Smiling as he dropped their bags, Paul scooped Leah up into his arms to carry her over the threshold.

"Who would have guessed that this big, bad werewolf had a romantic side?" Leah asked with a grin.

Paul growled and nipped at Leah's shoulder and to her horror, she giggled, which made him laugh. Setting Leah on her feet inside the door, Paul then went back into the hall to pick up their bags making sure to put out the Do Not Disturb sign before closing the door.

"Wow, look at this room. Paul, this place is really nice." There was a huge, four poster bed in the middle of the room, a large flat screen TV and beside the window that faced the water was a table and two chairs. On the table was a basket filled with fruit and snacks and in an ice bucket, a bottle of champagne. Leah laughed at that and asked, "Do you think they realize you aren't even old enough to drink this?"

"I look old enough," Paul commented. "I may only be 19, but I look at least 25, don't you think?"

"True. Do you have any idea how to open a bottle of champagne?"

Paul thought about that then answered, "I have no idea. I'm a beer man."

Leah laughed as she walked over to check out the bathroom. After flipping the light switch, the first thing she saw was the huge Jacuzzi tub. "Oh, Paul, wait until you see this tub. I can't wait to try this out."

Paul walked in behind her and nuzzled her neck. "I'm really only interested in one thing right now."

Leaning back against him, she could feel his erection. "Gee, I wonder what that would be."

Leah smiled as Paul slowly pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress while kissing her neck and shoulders. The dress fell into a puddle at her feet and she carefully stepped out of it then turned to stand in front of Paul in her strapless bra and lacy white panties. "Yeah, baby, that's what I'm talkin about," he said with a grin as he scooped her up into his arms and moved to deposit her onto the four poster bed.

Leah carefully pulled out the pins holding the orchid in her hair and set it on the nightstand before laying back against the pillows to watch shed his jacket and hang it over a chair. He had taken his tie off back at the party, and now he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Leah could see the light glint off of the silver chain with the wolf charm his father had given him as he pulled the shirt off over his muscular shoulders and down his arms to let it fall to the floor. Leah took in his chiseled abs as he unzipped his pants and then stepped out of them and laid them over the chair with his jacket. Next he took off his socks and then moved to stand beside the bed and look down at her as he smiled and slid his boxers off to show her just how much he wanted her.

Leah grinned and patted the bed beside her, so Paul returned her grin and crawled onto the bed to lay beside her.

"I forgot to thank you for the little surprise you left me last night," he said.

"Yeah? You liked them?"

Paul held out his hand that was balled into a fist, and opened it. The black panties fell out of his hand and onto the bed. "I had them in my pants pocket today," Paul admitted with a grin.

Leah laughed at that. "I knew you'd like them. Now, will you stop messing around and kiss me already?"

"Ooh, I love it when you're bossy," he answered with a smile. "But I want to take my time when I make love to my wife for the first time." His wife . . . did he really say that? Taking her in his arms, Paul kissed her softly on the lips. He didn't want to rush things . . . they had all night after all. But it was always hard to hold back with Leah. She was just so damn sexy.

Leah wrapped her arms around Paul's neck and sighed into his mouth as his tongue stroked hers. She could feel the warmth spread all through her body as Paul pressed himself against her. It was amazing how Paul could excite her like Sam never could. Of course, to be fair, she and Sam had both been virgins, and they really had no idea what they were doing.

Paul's hand slipped around behind her to unhook her bra then he pulled it away from her and proceeded to lightly run his fingers up and down her back. It was like a shot of electricity running up and down her spine.

"Paul," she breathed in his ear as he kissed his way down her cheek to her neck and then to her shoulder. He could feel the heat pick up between them and he had to remind himself again to hold back and not move too fast. His hand slid around to the front of her body to brush lightly against her breast and he smiled as he heard her small gasp. He loved that he could excite her and make her want him as much as he wanted her.

Paul lightly palmed the tip of her breast, much to Leah's delight then he lowered his head to tease it with his tongue. Leah arched her back and sighed which made Paul's lips turn up into a smile. Her hands wound into his hair and she tugged as his tongue swooped over and around her nipple. Paul stopped for a moment to prop himself on his elbow and look down at her as he said softly, "God, Leah . . . you're so beautiful."

"You make me feel beautiful," Leah replied with a smile.

Paul bent to kiss her again and let his hand graze over her stomach. It was his turn to gasp as Leah's hand tightened around him, gently pulling and stroking . . . it was killing him. He loved her touch, but it made it harder to take things slow. He found his hand slowly sliding toward her panties. Ooh, they were silky, like the black ones she had left him, and they were also very wet. He loved that most.

"Yes, Paul," Leah whispered in a rush as soon as his fingers touched her panties, her hips moving in anticipation. Paul ran his hand lightly over the outside of her panties and she heard a moan escape from her mouth. Dragging his lips away from hers to look at her, Paul smiled as Leah begged, "Please . . . don't make me wait."

Finally, Paul's fingers slipped inside her panties and Leah sighed. She was so wet . . . it was almost his undoing. His fingers slid along her folds as she opened her legs wider and he kissed her mouth as his fingers slid inside to strok her just like she loved to be stroked until she tore her mouth away from his to cry out. "Yes, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop . . . " then she arched her back and he could feel her wetness seep out all over his hand as she came.

"Oh yesssssssss," Leah hissed as she came down. Paul smiled down at her as he slid her now soaking wet panties off of her. Her arms locked around his neck and she ravaged his lips as he rolled over on top of her and positioned himself at her entrance. He was throbbing now with wanting her, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't hold back any longer. Pushing forward slowly until he was completely buried inside her, Paul stopped and tried to catch his breath to keep himself from coming too soon. Leah's legs instantly wrapped around his waist and she lifted herself to allow him to go deeper, which wasn't helping.

"Oh, baby, come on . . . don't stop, " Leah whispered, and so Paul began to move. She met him stroke for stroke as he drove in and out, faster and deeper, her nails digging into his shoulder as her hips moved with his. He drove harder and harder until he felt her body stiffen and she cried out then . . . sweet release. Paul was always so amazed at how Leah could make him feel . . . never had any other girl made him feel so . . . complete.

Leah lay there beneath her husband, feeling as if her whole body had just turned to jelly. Her orgasm shook her to the core and she could still feel spasms as she came down from it.

After his body finally calmed a little, Paul rolled to the side, taking Leah with him, and panted as he tried to catch his breath. Opening his eyes, he looked at his wife who had a smile on her face that lit up the whole room. "Well, Mr. Jacobs, how do you like married life so far?" she asked.

Chuckling, he replied, "I'd say it's about perfect, Mrs. Jacobs. How about you?"

"Perfect," she purred.

They lay there for awhile, wrapped in each other's arms, just enjoying the moment until Leah's stomach growled. Paul looked over at her and asked, "Didn't you have anything to eat at the party?"

"I tried to eat, but every time I got something close to my mouth, someone wanted to talk, or Noah needed me, or Mom would ask for my help with something. I guess I didn't eat enough."

Paul pushed himself from the bed and went to the table where the huge gift basket sat. "Well, let's see what we have in here, shall we?" Picking it up, Paul brought it with him to set it in the middle of the huge bed and tear off the cellophane wrapping. There were all kinds of fruit, a box of Belgian chocolates, some cheese, crackers , and a couple of different kinds of cookies.

Leah pulled out an apple and took a bite. "Really?" Paul asked. "Out of all of this, you take an apple?"

"What? It was the first thing I grabbed."

Paul was tearing open the chocolates. As soon as he had one in his mouth, he sighed, "Oh my God, Leah, you have to try this. Give me that apple and put this into your mouth." Grabbing the apple from her hand, he put a chocolate into her mouth.

As it melted on her tongue, she sighed. "Mmm, that is heavenly." They sat there naked, in the middle of the big bed, eating and laughing and just being . . . Leah loved every minute. "I wish there was some ice cream," she told Paul with a grin.

Paul nodded then leaned over and kissed her as they shared that memory of eating ice cream naked in his bed. "You know I can't eat ice cream anymore without getting a hard on," he told her. Leah laughed at that, and Paul smiled as realized how much he loved the sound of her laugher. "Hey, should I try to open the champagne?" he asked.

"Sure, why not."

Paul climbed off of the bed to walk to the table and take the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket. There was some wire wrapped around the top, so Paul took that off then tried to ease the cork out of the top. Suddenly the cork popped and champagne shot out all over the table and Paul. Leah burst out laughing then ran and got a towel to help clean up the mess as Paul poured some into each glass.

"Well, that was messy," Paul said as he handed her a glass after everything was cleaned up. "I hope it was worth the trouble."

Leah threw down the towel and held out her glass. "A toast, to my wonderful, sexy husband. I think I'm going to like being married."

Paul smiled at that and added, "And to my bride, who has made me a very happy man." They grinned at each other and then they each took a sip.

"Not bad," Leah said.

"I like beer better, but maybe that's just a guy thing."

"Yeah, probably."

Leah leaned forward and kissed Paul on the lips. "Mmmm, I think I like kissing better."

"Well, we can do that anytime you want," Paul returned with another kiss. They kissed a few more times then Paul downed his glass of champagne and poured another before walking back to the bed and positioning himself against the pillows then he held out his arm for Leah to sit beside him. She smiled and walked over to climb onto the bed and snuggle into his arms.

"I actually had to talk to my little brother today about kissing girls. Can you believe that?" Paul told her.

"Really? Is Tyler making the move on Cristy?"

"Uh, no. It was Travis."

Leah looked over at him in shock. "Travis? Are you kidding me?"

Paul chuckled. "No, I'm not. Apparently, he told Carly he loved her the other day then he tried to kiss her."

"Oh my gosh!"

"Yeah, she didn't let him. She told him they should wait until they're older. So then he asks me how old you have to be to kiss a girl. I told him 13."

"You said 13? Maybe you should have said like 16."

"Oh come on, Leah. Like you didn't kiss a boy in middle school?"

"OK, you got me," Leah smiled. "So how did he take it?"

"Like he takes everything. He just shrugged and said, 'OK.' As I thought about it, I realized that maybe I should talk to both of the boys about sex. Considering all the things they saw growing up with . . . her."

"I didn't think about that. God, I hate the thought of the things they heard and saw."

"Yeah, me, too," Paul replied. "I never had anyone talk to me about sex, and I should have. I feel so bad now about how I treated all those girls I had sex with. I just used them as a sexual release . . . I was so selfish."

"All those girls? How many are we talkin?"

Paul grinned at her. "Jealous?"

"Maybe," she said warily.

"Don't worry. It's not that many. It's just after I phased, sex was like . . . like a primal need or something. I got pretty tired of Mr. Hand, if you know what I mean, and so I took to chasing down any girl that would have sex with me. Did you feel like that? About sex?"

Leah looked at him sheepishly. "Well, it was a little different for me. I was trying to get over Sam, and losing my Dad . . . it wasn't a priority at the time. But later . . . yeah, I felt those urges." She didn't want to tell him about the vivid dreams she had of Sam and how she would wake up in the middle of the night, in a sweat, throbbing from wanting him. Or more embarrassing . . . how she actually found herself lusting after Embry one night after watching him phase back into his very naked human body. No way she would let anyone know about that one!

"So? What did you do about them?"

Leah rolled her eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah, I want to know," Paul returned with a grin.

"Well, the only guy I ever had sex with was Sam, and since he was out of the picture, I, uh . . . I took care of things myself. A lot."

"Yeah?"

"Would you stop! Yeah, I did. And then you and I . . . well, it was nice to have someone as sexy as you to help me out with that."

"Mmm, I agree," he said as he nuzzled her ear.

"But when I left and was alone again, well, I used to fantasize about you and . . . you know."

"Ooh, that's hot. Maybe I can watch sometime?"

Leah smacked him as he chuckled. "So? What about you?"

Paul sat up and looked at her. "What do you mean, 'what about you?' "

"After I left . . . did you . . . and Mr. Hand . . . " she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, we got re-acquainted," Paul admitted. "I hate to say that I was pretty hard up when I thought you were done with me. I even called and made a date with one of my old girls, but when she showed up, I just couldn't go through with it and I sent her away. I just couldn't look at her without seeing you. Even when Rach and I . . . " Paul suddenly realized what he said and stopped talking.

"You and Rachel?" Leah asked softly. "You . . . had sex with her?"

Paul closed his eyes and cursed at himself, Fuck. Way to go, asshole. Opening his eyes, Paul sat up and turned Leah to face him as he said, "Just a few times, because everyone, including you, kept telling me to quit fighting the imprint, to just give in and try to be with her. So, when she pushed for it, I did and Leah, I can tell you honestly that I felt horrible because all I could see was your face. I even fantasized that I was with you and not her. I started avoiding her, not spending any time alone with her . . . it wasn't fair to her, or you, or me. You do understand, don't you?"

Leah nodded slowly. She did understand, but it didn't mean she had to like it. And she didn't, but she said, "Yes. I understand."

Paul took Leah's face in his hands. "Baby, look, why are we talking about this? It's all in the past. Here we are, together, on our wedding night. We should be concentrating on just the two of us." Leah nodded. "You are the only woman I have ever loved. Since that first time we slept together on the cliff top . . . you are all I have thought about. You know that, right?"

"Yes, Paul, I know that."

Paul kissed her gently on the lips. "OK, then. Let's get back to the honeymoon. What do you say?"

Leah smiled and said, "I say, I think I want to take a bath. Want to join me?"

"Oh, yeah."

Leah kissed Paul quickly then made her way to the bathroom to fill the tub. She was hurting from thinking of Paul with Rachel, but she quickly tried to shove that away. Paul was right . . . it was in the past and that's where it would stay. She was on her honeymoon, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Paul picked up a banana from the basket and peeled it then leaned back against the pillows to take a bite. He hated that he had hurt Leah by admitting he had sex with Rachel. He promised himself he would never hurt her like that again.

"Oh my God," Leah panted. "We have to get one of these tubs. Who knew sex could be so good in a Jacuzzi?" She was straddling Paul and had just enjoyed a great orgasm. Paul was still rock hard though, and wanted more than anything to cum. Leah climbed off of him then he got out of the tub and grabbed her hand. "Baby, come here."

Leah looked over and could see that Paul wasn't finished yet. She climbed out of the tub and looked at him curiously. He guided her over to the counter. "Here, hold on to the counter and bend over."

She did as he asked and then smiled at him in the mirror as he put his hands on her hips and while he looked at her reflection, he slipped inside her from behind. "Oh, baby . . . oh that feels so good," he said to her as his hands dug into her hips as he drove into her over and over . . . it didn't take too long until he felt himself let go.

"Are you OK?" he asked quickly.

"Oh yessss," Leah purred. "I liked that . . . a lot."

Paul chuckled. "Believe it or not, I've never done it that way before. But I liked it, too . . . a lot." Pulling out, Paul turned Leah around to kiss her. "If I ever do anything you don't want to do . . . "

Leah put her finger over his lips. "I know. But, I want you to know that I don't mind trying new things."

"Oh, I am such a lucky man."

"Yes, you are. Don't forget that," Leah said with a kiss.

"Mmm, I won't."

"Now, I think I am going to add a little more hot water and get back into this tub to soak." She leaned over and turned the hot water faucet on as Paul said, "OK. I'm going back out to lay down for a bit."

Leah crawled back into the tub and turned on the jets as Paul made his way back to bed. Laying her head back, she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of the jets forcing the hot water over her aching muscles. She loved sex with Paul, but she decided she might have to pace herself. He was rather large, and it was challenging to take all of him. But she could, and she enjoyed it immensely. Allowing her eyes to drift shut, she smiled as she suddenly realized she didn't care that Paul had had sex with Rachel or any of the other girls. That was in the past. From now on, he was hers, and she would spend every day of the rest of her life being very thankful for that.

Paul decided he was very hungry, and the snack foods just weren't cutting it. So, while Leah was in the tub, he called down to the front desk and asked if they knew of a restaurant nearby that would deliver at this late hour. They told him they would be happy to make a meal and bring it up. He thanked them then pulled on his boxers and poured himself another glass of champagne. After pouring one for Leah, he walked into the bathroom to tell her what he did.

"Were you talking to someone?" she asked as she took the glass he held out for her.

"Yeah. I ordered dinner to be brought up. The snacks just aren't enough."

"I know. I'm starving!" she answered as she took a sip of her champagne.

"Me, too. How's the bath?"

"Heavenly," she sighed. "But the water is getting cold, and I think I'm getting pretty shriveled." Turning the jets off, Leah stood to get out as Paul handed her a towel then she dried off and wrapped the towel around her. She took her glass of champagne from Paul and followed him back out to the other room.

Leah stopped to stand at the window and look out at the water. The moon reflected on the water, and she smiled as she watched it's reflection ripple with the waves . . . it reminded her of the night she and Paul spent on the cliffside. Just then, Paul's arms crept around her waist and she leaned back into him then took a sip of her champagne. "Did you ever imagine we would ever get to this place?" Leah asked.

"I always hoped . . . but there were times when I wasn't so sure."

Turning, Leah set her glass on the table before saying, "I am so sorry, Paul, for running away from you. I will never forgive myself for keeping Noah from you."

"Leah, we've been over this. We can't change the past, so forget it. We're moving forward," Paul told her sternly.

Leah sighed then nodded as she wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know."

Paul held her for a moment the suggested, "Come on. Let's just relax until dinner gets here."

Leah followed Paul to the bed where he relaxed against the pillows, while she lay down on her stomach facing him. "Hey, did you hear that Bella is back?" Paul asked Leah.

Paul could tell from the shocked look on her face that she didn't know. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Paul chuckled. "I love your foul mouth."

Leah rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. Now spill. How did you hear?"

"Jacob was late to the bachelor party because Bella called him and asked him to come and see her at her dad's. Jake said she told him that she left her bloodsucker and was living with Charlie again."

"Great, just great. I swear to God if she strings him along again, I will mess her up."

"Ooh, cat fight," Paul said with a wicked grin.

"I mean it, Paul. I hate that bitch. It's all her fault that I phased in the first place. And Seth, and Collin and Brady . . . if it wasn't for her chasing after that disgusting wimpy-ass bloodsucker . . . "

"Geez, Leah. I had no idea you hated her so much."

Leah sighed and tried to get a hold on her anger. "I guess I shouldn't, but because of her, we were invaded by fucking leeches. Before she moved here, things were quiet and we didn't need wolves to protect us. Life was normal . . . and then she treated Jake like shit, and . . . I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll stop my rant."

Paul smiled at her. "Well, I like to see you get all fired up, but maybe you can save it for another time."

Leah shot him a small smile as she relented, "OK. So I take it Jake is thrilled."

"Yeah, but she told him she needed some time to think things through then she wanted to talk to him again. Doesn't sound too promising to me."

"Me either, but I'm sure Jake is sniffing all over her."

Paul shrugged. "I told him some time ago to get her alone and plant his seed, you know? Get her pregnant then maybe she'll stick around."

Leah's mouth fell open. "You did not!"

"Yeah, I did. Maybe if he gave her something the leech couldn't, she'd finally realize how fucking stupid she's been."

Leah snorted. "I doubt it."

Paul sat up and said, "I better pull some clothes on so I can answer the door when the food gets here."

Opening his bag, Paul pulled out a pair of jeans and slid them on. Leah watched and enjoyed the view. "You are one sexy man, do you know that?"

Paul gave her his sexiest smile as flexed his muscles for her. "You like that, baby?"

Leah laughed and moved into a kneeling position in front of him. "Yes, I do. Come here."

He moved closer so she could run her hands over his chiseled abs and chest. Just as she leaned into kiss him, there was a knock on the door. "Room service!" they heard.

Leah jumped up and ran to the bathroom as Paul chuckled at her then moved to answer the door, opening it to allow the man to bring the tray in and set it on the table. Thanking him as he pushed a five into his hand, Paul closed the door behind him then called, "OK, you can come out now."

Leah opened the bathroom door and smiled. "Should I put something on?"

"Oh, I don't think so. I like the towel just fine," Paul replied as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Paul pulled out a chair for Leah and she smiled and patted his cheek as she sat down at the table then Paul moved to sit across from her. Leah lifted the lids from their plates and actually felt herself salivating at the chicken dish before her. They dug into the food and ate every bite, except the cheesecake that was there for dessert. Then they piled all of the dishes back onto the tray and Paul set it out in the hall to be picked up. When he came back, Leah was sitting in the middle of the bed enjoying her cheesecake.

"Mmm, you have to try this. It's almost as good as the chocolate."

Paul slipped out of his jeans and sat on the bed beside her to pick up his plate of cheesecake and had to agree with her . . . it was delicious. After they finished, Paul put their plates on the nightstand beside the bed and laid back then invited Leah to lay beside him and before long, they dozed off.

Paul woke up a couple of hours later to find Leah digging in her overnight bag for something. She caught him looked and smiled as she assured him, "I'll be back." Then she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Paul stared at the door curiously then moved to prop himself up against the pillows. He couldn't believe how relaxed he felt. He had no worries . . . Leah was here, the boys were safe with her mom . . . life was good.

"Hey, handsome," he heard Leah say from the bathroom doorway. He opened his eyes to see her standing there in a short, black, silky nightgown. A smile curved onto his lips as he watched her walk across the room, her hips swaying with each step. She stopped at the end of the bed for a moment then she crawled slowly toward him, moving to settle between his legs. He could hardly breathe.

"So? You like it?" Leah asked.

He struggled to get out, "Hell, yeah."

She grinned and then climbed up to straddle him. His hands itched to feel the material over her body as his eyes took in every inch. Her nipples were standing out just begging to be touched. He raised his hand to reach out for her and she grabbed it and held it down. "No, baby. Look, but don't touch," she whispered with a sexy smile.

"Oh yeah?" Paul whispered back. Leah nodded and then proceeded to put light kisses over his chest and stomach. She looked up at him then leaned forward to kiss his lips, gently at first then she bit his bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth. Paul felt himself come to under Leah and she broke away and grinned at him. "Hmmm, someone is anxious to join the party."

Paul grinned and reached out for her. Again she stopped him and shook her head. "Come on, baby, I want so much to run my hands over your body and feel the silky . . . " she cut him off with a vicious kiss, devouring his lips as she held his hands out to the sides of his body. She lifted her head from his lips and whispered, "All in due time . . . when I say you can."

Paul had to admit, he really like this dominating side of Leah. She slid down his body, and he loved the feeling of the silky material against his stomach. She went back to planting kisses on his chest and even nipped at his nipple which caused him to jump a little. She snickered and moved down to put kisses across his stomach and then she kissed lower and lower until she came to the waistband of his boxers.

She looked up at him with a wicked grin and pulled them down with her teeth. Paul gasped and let out a moan and Leah knew she had him right where she wanted him. She disposed of the boxers then ran her hands slowly up his thighs. "Oh God, Leah . . . " was all he could get out.

She settled between his legs then leaned forward to brush her silky covered breasts along his erection. Again he moaned and she smiled. She just hoped she was brave enough to actually do what she had wanted to do for a very long time. Finally she leaned down and ran her tongue all along his shaft. "Oh. My. God." he sighed. She ran her tongue over the soft tip and then sucked just the tip into her mouth.

It wasn't as bad as she thought, and she grew braver by the minute, again sliding her tongue up and down then she sucked as much as she could get into her mouth and moved her tongue around the tip. Paul threw his head back and she heard him hiss out, "Yessssss." She loved the power she felt at being able to please Paul like he did her.

Leah continued her exploration until Paul felt like he might explode. "Leah, stop . . . stop, I might . . . Oh God . . . " it was almost too late. He put his hands in her hair and pulled. "Leah, honey, stop . . . " Her head came up and she asked softly, "Am I not doing it right?"

Smiling, Paul got out, "No, that was fucking great, but I was afraid I would . . . "

"OK, I get it," she said as she slid toward him to kiss his lips hungrily as she moved to straddle him. "You can touch me now," she whispered into his ear.

Paul groaned as his hands ran up and down her sides feeling the material glide over her body. He sat up and surprised her by sucking a nipple into his mouth, material and all. She was so wet and he could feel it as she slid up and down over him. Her head was thrown back and she moaned as he nipped at her breast.

"I need you, baby," she said as she moved to take all of him inside her. As she bounced up and down on him, her hands digging in to his strong shoulders, he moved with her to give her all of him. "Oh, yes, yes . . . oh, Paul. . . " and then, he felt her contract around him as he emptied himself into her.

Paul fell back, taking Leah with him and they lay there panting. "Oh Leah . . . that was so . . . that was fucking hot."

She laughed softly and looked up at him. "I've been planning that for quite awhile. I'm glad you liked it. You know, the black underwear go with this nightgown. I thought it would be more fun to give them to you separately."

"Mmm, you were right."

They lay there for awhile then Paul rolled so he and Leah were side by side. "There are no words to describe how I feel right now," he told her as he gazed into her eyes.

She smiled and nodded. "I know . . . me, too."

"All I can say is, I love you."

Tears pricked her eyes as she said, "I love you, too."

Paul happened to glance at the clock and notice it was 12:01. Smiling, he said, "It's after midnight. Happy New Year, baby." Then he kissed her softly on the lips as the exhaustion from the day and from their lovemaking finally caught up with them and they slept.

When Leah woke, the sun was already shining through the window. She squinted and looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was after eight! She couldn't remember the last time she slept that many hours in a row without getting up to feed the baby. Leah pushed herself up slowly, so as not to wake Paul and wiped her hair out of her face and realized how heavy her breasts were. She was glad she had brought the pump with her. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to retrieve it from her bag. As she pumped her breast milk, she decided to call and check on the baby.

So, when she was finished, she went to Paul's pants and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. She stopped to look at Paul and she smiled as she took in the sight of him. He was sprawled out in the middle of the bed on his stomach, the sheets wound all around him, his muscular back and legs the only thing showing. Leah decided that was definitely a sight she could wake up to every morning for the rest of her life.

Leah crept quietly back to the bathroom to make her call. Her mom answered on the second ring. "Hello, Leah. Yes, the baby is fine."

Leah laughed into the phone. "How did you know it was me?"

"It's a quarter after eight in the morning. No one else I know would be calling so early the morning after one of my parties."

"Well, I guess that's right."

"Although, Travis and Seth are already up and getting ready for their fishing trip. I just made them breakfast. Travis is so excited! He slept in a sleeping bag on Seth's floor last night. Seth told him it was like camping."

Leah smiled at her brother's thoughfulness. "Seth is so sweet to do this. I guess I'll have to be nice to him now."

"That would be a nice change of pace," Sue agreed. "Now, get off of the phone and get back to the honeymoon. We'll see you later today."

"OK, Mom. Bye." Leah closed the phone and sighed. As much as she missed her little family, she was determined to enjoy the time she had left alone with her husband. Her husband. She liked the sound of that.

As she walked quietly back into the other room, Paul asked, "He's perfectly fine, isn't he?" Leah turned to see Paul smiling at her from the bed. He had rolled over to his back and had his arms behind his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Leah lied innocently as she slipped the phone back into Paul's pants pocket.

Paul just chuckled. "Oh, so you didn't just steal my phone out of my pocket and go into the bathroom to call your mother and check on our son?"

Leah climbed onto the bed and snuggled into his side. "OK, fine, you caught me. And yes, he's fine."

Paul's arms came around her and his chest vibrated under her ear as he laughed softly. "It's OK. I hate to admit it, but I was thinking about the little booger, too. And the boys."

"Mom said that Seth and Travis are already up eating breakfast then they are going fishing."

"Mmm, that's good. Trav will love that."

"So, what time do we have to be out of here?"

"I think eleven."

"Hmm, what can we do to pass the time until then?" Leah asked as she ran her hand over Paul's chest.

All of a sudden he flipped her over onto her back and she let out a little cry in surprise. Then she started laughing as he gave her his best wolf growl and nipped at her shoulder. "Are you scared of the big, bad wolf little girl?"

"Should I be?"

Paul grinned at her. "Oh you should be afraid . . . very afraid." Then she felt him press his hardness into her thigh and she smiled. "Go ahead, wolf boy . . . take me." So he did.