Ocean Avenue Imprints
Love once meant nothing more than chocolate hearts in red boxes, but after a bonfire on the beach, all of that would change. You've read the girl's stories. Now read the boys. What happened to Paul and Embry on that fateful day of Valentine's? Chapter 10 is up and ready to read!!!
We just had too much fun the first time with this story...
8. When I sleep, I dream of you
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Sam was residing on a rocking chair in my living room, looking as calm and ancient as his thoughts sometimes lead him to be. He wasn’t glaring at me, but his stare made me look away.
“Embry…” Sam said in his why-didn’t-you-tell-me voice. His gaze shifted to Mashaal and I could feel her flinch. Her nails dug into my arm…it didn’t hurt, but she was scared and that hurt me. She moved slightly behind me as if to shield herself.
Sam’s gaze came back to me and gave me another look.
“Outside, please,” I said almost desperately. I didn’t want Mashaal to be even more afraid then she probably already was. Once she found out who Sam really was…she’d run away screaming.
He gave a curt nod and stood up, authority was ringing in his footsteps. As he passed around Mashaal, I saw him take a deep breath. His nostrils flared and he left, the door swinging open for me. Mashaal’s knees buckled under her and I held her. I picked her up and put her on the nearest sofa, kneeling next to her and looking into her eyes. I saw fear in her eyes, and I didn’t speak until I thought she was ready.
“Embry, who was that?” She whispered.
“Why are you scared?” I asked, not wanting to answer her question.
“I don't know…why were you scared?” She asked. I frowned. Me? I wasn’t fucking afraid of anything--except her being hurt.
“I wasn't scared, I was just unprepared…” I told her, my arms tightening around her subconsciously.
“But---” I knew she was going to say something I didn’t want her to say just yet.
“Mashaal, I'm going to go outside for a little while, ok?” I said, standing up slowly. I did so not want to do this.
“No, don't go!” She seemed so scared, it hurt more than anything. I tried to calm her down by chuckling and reluctantly pulling away from her hands.
“I'll be fine, it's Sam. He's like…an older brother, you know?” I said, walking away slightly.
“He doesn't seem like an older brother,” she sounded angry, but I knew she was simply afraid. She thought Sam would hurt me, and it almost made me feel good, because it was like she was trying to protect me. I smiled.
“I'll be back in a minute, ok? Just make yourself comfortable.” I left, closing the door behind me. Walking outside, the rain had stopped, so it smelled really good.
I walked with my hands in my pockets, seeing Sam sitting on the curb. I sat down next to him and he sighed.
“Talk,” he said, staring at me.
“Listen…” I said, smiling at him. “You’re like…an older brother to me. I wouldn’t dream of doing something that would make you angry. I just love her so much.”
“And, you know, we haven’t kissed, hell! I haven’t even told her that I loved her yet,” I laughed nervously.
“And this whole thing, I swear I didn’t tell her to come here. I mean, she’s welcome here always, but she really needed me, so she came here.”
“And---and, now you have to say something other than one word replies.”
“Well, I had to let you stop babbling didn’t I?” He smirked. “Why does everyone think I’ll kill them in a second?”
He looked up and leaned back on his arms.
“You think you’re scared of me, Embry, but you’re not. You’re scared of her. You’re scared that she won’t like you after you tell her the truth. The sooner you tell her, the better it’ll be. Don’t wait for something like this. Oh, and don’t worry about me. I don’t care what you do with her. You’ve got more control than the other guys.”
“Really?” I grinned. “So I could…”
“Yeah, if she’s ok with it,” he pretended to be stern.
“Are you just being nice to me because we don’t know who my dad is?” I asked, looking down.
“Nope,” he clapped me on the back, both of us standing up.
“You’re lying, but I’m ok with that.”
“Make sure you bring her to the bonfire tomorrow. She needs to know.”
As I was walking back home, I saw the lights on and I smiled. It had been a long time since I’d be going home to someone instead of just an empty house. By the time I had gotten to the sidewalk, she was already swinging the door wide open.
I grinned at her---she was worried about me? The 6 foot 3 inch fucking werewolf that looked twenty-three and could run faster than a car? It was so adorable how she was looking me over for any scratches or something with a concerned look on her face.
“Mashaal, calm down, see, I’m fine,” I laughed.
“Good, now come in here and tell me what that was all about!” She said, pulling me inside the house and closing the door behind me.
Now see, if this was any other girl, I would’ve gotten angry by now. I would’ve been all like, not your business, ok? But Mashaal was so different.
“Listen, I’ll tell you about it all tomorrow, we’re having a big bonfire and the tribe is going to be there, so we’ll talk about it then.”
Yeah, we can talk about what a sneak I am for not telling you earlier that I’m not completely human…Damn, she’s going to hate for that.
I leaned down and hugged her, and her body was stiff, as if she hadn’t relaxed in a while. I started to rub in small circular motions down her spine, and it actually worked! Her muscles slowly became less tense and she leaned into me. I kissed her amazing-smelling hair, running my fingers through it and grinned when she sighed in contentment.
“I better go change my clothes,” she said, looking up at me with an adorable look on her face. Hell, she was always adorable. And damn sexy….
I nodded despite the annoying battle of my inner thoughts and picked up her duffel bag. It was lighter than it looked, but I wondered how many of her clothes she could fit in there…it wasn’t very big at all. I reached for her hand and interwined our fingers together, smiling at how perfect they fit. We walked down the hall and I showed her the rest of the rooms she hadn’t seen before. My TV room needed some cleaning up and the bathroom could probably use a wash-down, but I don’t think she minded.
When we got to my room, she finally grinned that amazing smile I’d been waiting for. While she looked around at my posters, I noticed the clothes that had been thrown around the room, from every time I ran in, changed and threw them there.
“You’re room is much cleaner than any other boy’s that I’ve seen,” she laughed, moving her bag to the side. What she said caught my attention invariably.
“And how many boy’s rooms have you seen?” I asked, smirking and rose an eyebrow. Only my angelic Mashaal…
“Well, you know, just my brother’s,” she said, her cute blush starting again.
“Just kidding babe,” I said, leaning over and hugging her again. It felt so damn good to be in the same room as her, much less hugging her and joking around with her.
While she changed her clothes in the bathroom, I set up the game room for some movie-time relaxation. I dragged the extra blankets and pillows from the closet and lined them up all over the floor. While I was setting up, I distinctly took a deep breath and could tell when Mashaal was outside the door, peeking in.
“Come in, Mashaal,” I said, looking up at her. She sighed quietly and walked in, dropping onto the pillows. She looked really good in those pajamas of hers… a black tank top that showed off her delicious looking skin and a pair of blue and black striped pajamas. I was literally licking my lips.
“How did you know I was there? Do you have super hearing?” She asked, smiling. I sat down next to her and thought of something to say.
“No, my super power is more in the smelling expertise,” I laughed, sticking my nose in her hair and all around her. Damn, she smelled fiiiiine. “And you smell good!”
“Ew, quit acting like such a dog!” She squealed, not knowing how true her words really were. I playfully glared at her, growling slightly. Ha, if only she heard my real growl, the one that set all other animals scampering through the forests.
And then, I did the unforgivable. Knowing how ticklish she was (late-night phone convo) I easily found her most ticklish spot and tickled her until she started screaming and begging for mercy. I let go of her and watched as she laughed like crazy, holding her stomach. Did I mention I loved her laugh? I do…
“What’s wrong with dogs?” I asked after we calmed down. She wrinkled her nose cutely and grimaced.
“I don’t like dogs,” she said quietly.
“Why not?” I asked, looking down. How could she not like dogs? If she didn’t like dogs, then that would mean she wouldn’t like wolves….and she wouldn’t like the other half of my life.
“Um, bad memories. Why, you don’t have a dog, do you?” She asked, putting her hand on my arm. No, Mashaal. I don’t have a dog, I am a dog.
“No, but what kind of bad memories?”
“Well, when I was a kid, I got bitten by one,” she sighed. She straightened out her leg and reached down, pulling up her pant leg and curling it around her knee. I gasped as I saw a deep, fading scar running down the side of her knee. It was small, but it brought back memories of Emily’s scar, and of what could happen if I ever lost control around her. I instantly wanted to kill any dog that came close to her, but obviously…that’s a little insane.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, but you know all dogs aren’t like that, right?” I asked, unable to keep the hope out of my voice.
“Yeah, I know,” she smiled slightly. I let out a breath of relief and tried to change the subject.
“Ok, hey, do you want to watch a movie?” I asked.
She nodded so I opened the DVD cabinet under my big screen TV. I had been collecting this baby for over 10 years.
“What do you wanna see?” She asked.
“Whatever you want, it’s your choice,” I told her. She smiled and had this look in her beautiful eyes. Damn, I loved her way too much.
We watched one of her favorites, Pirates of the Caribbean 2. I actually liked number 3 better, but I was just happy that she was happy. Ok, I know I said how perfect she was before, but during the movie, I figured that she was the best kind of girl for me ever.
One time, I saw a movie with this girl from school, and she started yelling at me because I was talking during the movie. With Mashaal, it was an amazing time because we both talked and laughed out loud and made jokes during the movie. Like I said, perfect. I finally felt…ready. Ready to take the next step.
“Ok, this is going to sound weird, but…have you ever been kissed?” I asked nervously as the ending credits of the movie started playing. I looked down at our intertwined fingers and held my breath. She blushed again and looked down also.
“Erm, well, I kinda…no,” she mumbled adorably. I thanked the higher heavens.
“Me neither,” I smiled, leaning in slowly so I wouldn‘t scare her and kissed her nose. I felt a shiver chase across her skin and my heart jumped in satisfaction.
My eyes automatically slid down to those damn irresistible lips of hers and I hesitated for less than a second, making sure she wanted this, because I had never wanted anything more in my life.
Then I touched my lips softly against hers.
I felt like the world exploded as her taste flooded my senses. I felt a wave of intensity that I could only compare to changing from man to wolf. But this intensity brought me to a phase of dizziness, and instead of feeling my muscles ripple, I felt them weaken against her body. She seemed to melt against me, and I had no trouble easing my hands into her soft, raven black hair as I held her face in my hands.
She tasted of the sweetest chocolate, mixed with the traces of coffee…her hands hung onto my shoulders, and I growled my approval deep in my throat. I had to remind myself that she needed to breathe, so I let go of her reluctantly, panting slightly at the sensations that were building up inside of me.
“I love you,” I professed, unable to keep in much longer.
“I love you too,” she whispered against my lips. I‘m pretty sure I had a heart attack. She pretty much just made me the happiest man alive, much less the happiest werewolf. She loved me, and that’s all that ever mattered.
That night, long after she had fallen asleep, I leaned on my elbow and brushed her hair away from her face, watching as her lips curled into a small smile. She was so damn beautiful, I just wanted to stay in this moment forever… I pulled out my notebook from under my bed and a pencil from the night side table, scribbling in some words for the latest poem I’d been working on.
I was entranced by the way her fingers lightly brushed my abs subconsciously, and how she snuggled up against my body. Shit, I was so whipped…
I leaned down and kissed the spot just below her right eyebrow, getting a soft moan in response. I grinned. Even in her sleep she noticed me. Ok, maybe being whipped was worth it.
Light poured into my room from the windows above my bed and I reached my arm out to feel Mashaal…my eyes shot open when she wasn’t next to me. I scrambled up, and took a deep breath, searching for her irreplaceable scent. When I heard something lightly clang in the kitchen, I sighed in relief and rubbed my hand over my eyelids.
Getting up, I didn’t bother to make the bed, but instead walked into the kitchen and watched silently as Mashaal’s figure moved around the room, making breakfast. After watching her for a few moments, I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist.
“Love you,” I whispered, kissing the soft spot behind her ear.
“Love you too,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice as she leaned against me.
I turned her around and kissed her good morning, letting her taste claim me. No matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to kiss someone else after kissing Mashaal.
“So what’s cookin’, good lookin’?” I said, the cliché reminding me of the yummy food from last night…
“Eggs, toast, bacon, coffee, and fresh squeezed orange juice!” She said, a hint of pride in her voice. I grinned in excitement (FOOD!) and kissed her again.
After breakfast, I offered to wash the dishes since I know she doesn’t like doing it. She went off to clean up the game room, and the second the last dish was dried, I ran to the room. I tackled her to the ground softly, laughing at the look of shock on her face and kissing her hair.
“Wow, that was much more fun than back in school PE, when we used to play football, and I seemed more like the ball than the player,” she told me matter-of-factly. I laughed my ass off and pinned her down, kissing along her collarbone.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with similar kisses and more food--cupcakes that she made better than I’d ever tasted and snacks we both whipped up, watching tons of movies. There was an incident where she had a fight with my coffee machine, and then nacho cheese exploding in my face… it was the best day I’d had in…ever.
I looked out the window and saw that it was getting darker, and sighed when I realized that the bonfire would start soon. I asked Mashaal to get ready and watched sadly as she smiled at me and nodded, going to the bedroom. Damn, I would die if she didn’t like me after she found out about me being a wolf.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, seeing that she was frowning at her duffel bag.
“Nothing…running away from home does have its negatives. I’m going to run out of clothes soon. I only brought enough for a couple days.”
“No prob, we’ll get you clothes…that is, if you want to stay here?” I asked, slightly worried. What if she was only here for a few days, and she wanted to leave? My heart would probably stop for good.
“Of course I want to stay, if you’re house is still open for me,” she smirked, poking me playfully in the rib. I smiled in relief and nodded.
“My house is always open for you.” Open for you…desperately needing you… same thing.
While she took a shower I flicked through the channels on TV, trying to figure out how I was going to tell her everything after she listened to the legends. Mashaal…I’m kinda not human. I’m actually kind of a werewolf. No. Well, this thing happened to me like, 2 years ago, and I’m actually a werewolf. Hell no. Guess what? I can turn into a wolf! Noooo. And not only that, but how was I going to tell her that I had imprinted on her also?
I couldn’t think of much else after the bathroom door opened and her intoxicating aroma blew out. I got up and peeked into the bathroom, seeing her brush through her long, damp hair. I checked her out, immediately falling in love with her all over again. She was wearing a pair of ripped up jeans, where the skin of her knees could be seen and a tight blue Fall Out Boy t-shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of her and I went inside, watching her smile.
“Oooh, I love white on you,” she said, placing her hand on my chest.
“I love anything on you…” I grinned at her, kissing her softly. Obviously, I couldn’t get enough, so I just kept going.
I wanted to try something that the pack guys always talked about, so I picked her up and set her on the counter, loving the feel of her fingernail lightly scraping the nape of my neck. I licked her lips and blew on them, watching as her eyes widened then closed in bliss…
By the time we finally got out of the house, I knew we’d be late getting there and everyone would come up with mixed up conclusions about us, but I really didn’t give a fuck at the moment, because the way she kissed my hand and held it as we walked down the trail had me breathless again.
Once we got to the roaring fire, I tried to ignore everyone’s eyes on our intertwined hands.
“Mashaal!” We both saw Abby taking off and running up to Mashaal, gathering her in a hug. “Finally, you’re here, what took you so long? Were you and Embry having fun?”
“Abby! How are you doing?” She asked, changing the subject. I smirked, knowing exactly how much fun we were having. Walking away from the two as they chattered with their girl talk. Paul walked over and we nodded at each other, as I crossed over to where Sam and Emily were standing.
“Hey Sam, hey Emily,” I said, smiling at them. Sam nodded and Emily smiled at me.
“Embry…I’ve met Paul’s girl, what about yours? I’m dying to meet her! I can’t believe you both imprinted on the same night,” she said excitedly, looking over at the crowd. I smiled and shook my head.
“She’s right there, with black hair, talking to Abby,” I pointed over at where Mashaal was standing, completely unaware to the people who were watching her. Most of the La Push gang was staring at both of them carefully, wanting to meet the newcomers.
“Oh, Embry she’s beautiful. Look at that smile!” Emily said. I grinned because Emily’s opinion was highly important to me. She treated me like I was her son, and it felt good to have a second mom close-by.
“Thanks… I mean, yeah, she’s beautiful,” I said. “She’s actually a lot like you. Loves to cook, clean, and she has that whole mother-glare thing down pat.”
That made Emily happier.
“Embry…” Sam started. I wrenched my gaze away from Mashaal and gave him my attention. “Mashaal doesn’t seem to…like me. Is there a reason for that?”
“Oh yeah…” I laughed slightly. “She’s damn scared of you. Last night, she totally thought you were gonna beat me up or something.”
I stopped laughing at the glare he gave me.
“What? I told her you were like an older brother! Plus, everything’ll be straightened out after we tell them.” I looked at Paul and saw his eyes widen.
“Shit, we’re so screwed,” he mumbled walking over to the bench. I sighed and nodded, waving bye to Emily and Sam. They gave me pitiful looks and I rolled my eyes, sitting next to Paul.
“Dude, how are going to fucking tell them after they gave up everything to come here?” Paul said angrily.
“I dunno. We’ve gotta do it in a way where they don’t think we’re joking…or lying…or trying to kill them…damn, this is gonna be harder than I thought.”
We both stopped talking as the girls came back, sitting in between us. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the nose, letting her relax into my side.
While Billy started to speak of the legends, I was only half-listening. The other half of me was playing scenarios in my head of how Mashaal would react to the news. I’d pretty much suffice to say that I was also day-dreaming of what I’d like to experience with her later on…
“Mashaal, you awake?” I whispered into her ear, looking around at the few members of the pack that were still there.
“Yeah, those stories were so interesting, I couldn’t fall asleep through them!” She smiled and looked up at me. I couldn’t bring myself to smile back, because I was scared stiff.
“Let’s go for a walk,” I said, my voice sounding too solemn even to myself. I took her hand in my own and stood up, waiting for her too also.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever walked barefoot as much as I have since I got here.” She was trying to get me to talk, I could tell. I couldn’t say much except the truth that was bubbling harshly in my throat.
“Yeah,” I grunted. She shivered and I knew she was freaking out now. I stopped, sitting down on a random driftwood tree that I had fallen over. I patted the spot next to me, and she sat down, her small hand squeezing my own.
“Listen, this is hard for me to say,” I started hesitantly. “I’m…not even supposed to tell you, but Sam said it was cool, since, you know, I…yeah.” Great, now I was a stuttering idiot.
“Sam said what was cool? Why do you have to have permission from him to tell me something?” She asked, her voice ragged against the soft sounds of the waves crashing.
“Well, you know the legends that Billy just told us about?” I asked, my voice a fast whisper as if another second without honesty would kill me. She nodded, her eyes shining. “They’re kinda…real.”
“What do you mean, real?” She lifted her hand and made quotations around the word.
“You know, they really happened. And, they’re still happening, even right now.” What was I saying? All the things I planned to say flew out of my mind at the moment.
“Embry, what are you talking about?” She sounded exasperated, and I couldn‘t blame her.
I sighed and kneeled down in front of her, placing our hands in her lap carefully and looking up into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes of hers.
“Please, believe me,” I tried not to let my voice crack with emotion. “I’m a real werewolf, and I imprinted on you, just like in the legends.”
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