Second Chances

Disclaimer: I own a husky, a house, two cars and that's it! SM owns the twilight stuff.

AN: It took me long to update, since I have been writing like crazy to finish my other story. It's almost done and I am happy with the outcome. I also decided to start laughing again. Crying will not bring back Jace, my husband. He is in a better place. I'm still young; sixteen and alive. My new mantra is :

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The Many Whys?

There was a long pause coming from Embry. He looked nervous and edgy. It wasn't like him to be so jumpy. He paced around the room and incessantly ran his hand through his hair.

"Baby," I said, setting the hand with the IV on my lap. "Sit by me!" I ordered, patting the bed with my other hand.

He stopped pacing and reluctantly trudged towards the bed. He sat on the bed and placed his hands on his sides.

"I want to speak to you." he said worriedly, playing with the hem of my gown.

"Then speak." I said mockingly, touching his face.

He gave me a weary smile and then turned his face forward.

"There are many things that we need to discuss. There are things about me… there are many things about me that you need to know." he said apprehensively tugging at my gown.

"You're making me nervous." I mumbled, snatching my gown from his hands. "Just get it over with, please." I said tiredly, shaking my head. "Are you trying to break up with me? Because… um, I- well... if that's it, just tell me."

"No, no, it's nothing like that." he said quickly, and grasped my hand in his large hands. "I love you! I don't want to…" he trailed off, laughing softly. "Wait, Madie-love, we aren't even going out! Sneaky girl!"

I shrugged. "Then ask me!" I said playfully, placing his hands on my thigh.

"I should do that, right?" he asked, licking his lips sensually.

I nodded, biting my lower lip as I awaited him to ask me the words I've been dying to hear. I was already screaming 'Yes" in my head, but I needed to remain cool and level-headed.

"Madison, do you like me?" he asked, scooting closer to me.

"Nope!" I said nonchalantly, shaking my head haughtily. "I love you!" I quickly added, giving him a smile.

"Ok, then." he chuckled. "Madison, do you love me?" he asked, leaning towards me and kissing my lips.

I nodded softly, breaking our kiss. "I do love you, Em. I love you a lot!" I sighed, entwining our fingers together.

"Would you like…" he trailed off, removing his hand from mine and placing it between my legs. He smiled when I went rigid. He ran his hand along my inner thighs and began to caress it with the tips of his fingers.

"Would you be mine?" he asked, kissing my neck softly.

I didn't answer; all I could do was feel his warm hand teasing me. He nibbled on my earlobe, as his hand kneaded my inner thighs.

"What do you say, Madie?" he whispered, slowly pushing me towards the bed. My back slowly touched the soft bed and Embry positioned himself, hovering over me. He looked down at me and kissed my lips gently.

"Em," I sighed, touching his face with my free hand. "We can't do this here. Someone might come. I don't want my dad, Paul or a doctor to discover us in a compromising situation." I muttered, kissing his luscious pink lips. "I couldn't take it!"

His lips were so sweet, soft and blazing with passion. I felt my body slowly responding to his touch and I felt like being covered in a thick blanket of heat. I cupped his face and slightly pulled him away. I couldn't control my heart. It was his and I didn't care, because Embry had shown me that true love really existed. I felt the wetness start to collect in between my legs.

I looked up in to his face and smile. He was the person that I was meant to be with. I kissed him again, feeling the fire pour through his lips. I felt engulf in the heat of his passion. I wanted him and I didn't care if it was in a measly hospital bedroom that smelled like formaldehyde and cleaning supplies. I just wanted him.

"Madie-baby," he whispered.

"You're safe with me. No one is going to find us in a compromising position." he said, as he pulled away from our kiss.

His hand was on my thigh as he pushed my panties to the side, and dug his finger in me. I could feel the heat of my juices, pooling around his glorious finger. He smiled down at me as he shoved another finger in me. I wanted to moan louder, to let him know that I loved everything he did to me.

He covered my mouth and laughed softly. "Keep it quiet, goober." he whispered, thrusting his fingers inside me. I wiggled under his body and spread my legs apart.

"You don't want a nurse to come in here and find you gasping in pleasure?" he asked me sensually, removing his fingers from me and placing them in my mouth.

"Taste yourself, princess." he ordered tenderly, running his finger along my lips. I opened my mouth and tasted my own juices. I tasted like sin, enthralling sin. He smiled again, taking his fingers out of my mouth and running them along his tongue.

"I love you Madison!" he moan, leaning down to kiss my lips, putting his finger back inside my wet and hot core.

He continued to push his fingers inside me, creating more fluids to gather around my sensitive area. I wanted him. I wanted to feel his dick inside me, propelling me to the heights of passion.

"Do you know how great you smell when you cum?" he asked softly, against my neck. He licked the base of my neck and with his other hand, opening the front of my gown. He smiled impishly as he looked at me from behind those long dark lashes. He was so beautiful. I couldn't describe the emotions that were running inside me. I was in love and there was nothing that could take it away.

He lowered his head and brought his mouth crashing against my breast. The heat of his tongue engulfed my already sensitive nipple as he suctioned it softly and gently. I pressed myself against his mouth, wanting to feel the closeness that this simple act created. I dug my hands into his hair and pulled him to me. I wanted to feel his tongue taunting and teasing my rose peaks. I felt the tip of his tongue flickering teasingly, making me buck in pleasure. He used the same speed of his tongue to thrust his fingers. I was in a constant loop of passion. I grinded my hips against his fingers, to feel the pressure they created. His ministration was divine!

I closed my eyes and began to remember that first time that I met him. It was like a strong pull shoved me straight into his arms. I was never the same. I was connected to Embry in a way that was indescribable; it was beyond my logic and description.

He removed his fingers from inside me and sucked lightly on my nipple. I felt cheated out of his touch and for a second I felt cold and empty. He balanced his weight on his free hand and stared down in to my eyes. There was so much yearning and ardor in his eyes. Why did he stop? What did I do to upset him?

He offered me a sheepish smile and then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. I was awestricken. It was strange to see him taste me in such a way, with so much gusto.

"You taste like glory." he whispered, bending his head down to kiss me full on the lips.

"We have to stop for now. I promise that tonight we'll finish what we started." he promised, pulling away from me.

He stared in to my eyes longingly. But there was a shadow of doubt in them. What was he hiding? Why was Embry being so secretive with me?

"Cover yourself, princess. Dr. Cullen and your father will be here shortly." he said, sitting up on the bed and winking at me.

I laid on the bed, buttoning my gown with trembling hands. I placed the covers over me and stared at him. Embry moved to the foot of the bed and sat there, rearranging his shirt and pants.

I gazed at him curiously, but he averted his eyes to the television. He pretended to be watching the news, when there was a soft knock on the door. My father slowly opened it and smiled at us as he entered. Dr. Cullen followed on his trail.

"Good news, pumpkin!" my father said happily, walking towards my bed and patting my hand.

I looked at him puzzled. What the hell was going on? And how in the fucking world did Embry know that my father and Dr. Cullen would be coming to the room? What the… what the fuck was Embry?

I looked at Embry and found him acting apprehensively towards Dr. Cullen. He followed every movement the doctor made. He shook every time the doctor touched me with those cold icicles he called hands.

There was something strange in this scenario. I didn't know what it was, but I could feel it. Embry's hands were clenched into fists as Dr. Cullens cold hands continued to examine me and touched my hand.

"What is going on?" I asked, staring up at the tall doctor. He smiled at me and continued to examine me. His cold hands left me wishing and hoping that Embry would touch me to keep me warm.

Dr. Cullen just smiled down at me and scribbled something in his notes.

"You have been discharged!" my father said, standing closed to Embry. "You can go back home."

I looked at Dr. Cullen and he nodded his head. "It's true! You are fine. I've prescribed some painkillers to help you with the pain. A nurse will be coming in shortly to remove the IV and clean your head wound." the kind-cold doctor said, giving me a precious smile.

"Um, OK." I managed to say, staring at Embry. His jaw was clenched and there was liquid fury in his eyes. He looked like a predator, ready to spring at his prey. Why was he acting like that? Dr. Cullen was a kind doctor. A little weird and reclusive, with cold hands and beautiful smile, but that was it. There was no harm in having the doctor around me. He should be ashamed at his behavior.

Dr. Cullen moved closer to my bed and I inhaled his scent, he smelled really good. Almost like oranges and lemons, just like my mother used to smell. I pushed my mother's thoughts out of my head and smiled back at him. Dr. Cullen tapped my nose with the tip of his pen and smiled.

"You take care!" he said kindly. "Stick to Embry and his friends and you'll be safe!" he said, patting my hand. "If you feel pain or any discomfort, come back to see me, alright?"

"Well," he said, spinning around to face my father and Embry. "It was nice to meet you Mr. Ferreira." he said kindly, taking my father's hand and shaking it.

"Embry is always nice to see a member of the pack!" He then turned to Embry and extended his cold pale hand for him to shake it.

Embry looked down at it and reluctantly took it. He looked uncomfortable, because he quickly removed his hand from his and turned his attention to the television.

It was all so strange. There was something so puzzling in the whole picture. Why was Dr. Cullen so cold? He was the contrary of Embry Call. Why was Embry so apprehensive to hold the doctor's hand? Were they enemies? Did Dr. Cullen hurt Embry? What was the deal?

My father started talking to me, but my thoughts continued to mull over that nagging feeling that was constantly present. What the fuck was Embry? Why Dr. Cullen say 'pack member'? Was it a cult? What the hell was happening? What the hell did he meant to 'stick to Embry and his friends and you'll be safe'? Why were they being so secretive?