Emily's Captive (A Lilly Town Shifter Novel Book 2)

by Palmer, Bobbie

  “Well, I appreciate it.” “How’s Stacy?” he asked her.

  “She’s okay. Bill gave her something so she’s sleeping, but she was talking and seemed to be doing well.”

  “I’m glad she’s okay.”

  “You thought I was wrong.”

  “I’m happy I was wrong about that. I was just going on what I knew,” he said sheepishly.

  “I know, and I’m glad you helped us. I don’t know how to thank you,” she said.

  “Stacy being back home is more than enough.”

  “Are you going to leave?” she asked. He could hear the hesitation in her voice. “I was going to go pack when I got back,” he said. He had no intention of moving out, but he did have something planned.

  “Oh, okay,” she said sadly. He hated not telling her, but he knew she’d fight him on it.

  CHAPTER 31

  Emily had been staying at Bill’s for the past two nights and was ready to get Stacy home. She was doing so much better. She wasn’t a hundred percent yet, but she was walking some. Bill was going to come by every day until she was better to check on her. She figured it had a lot to do with him missing her.

  “Are you sure Paul left you?” Stacy asked her.

  “He said he was packing his things. I haven’t seen him since he told me that. He’s gone.”

  “I’m sorry, Em.”

  “It just wasn’t meant to be,” she said sadly. She really didn’t want to talk about it.

  “I guess so.”

  “Okay, let’s get you home,” Emily said with a smile. “Okay,” Stacy said, standing up. “Do you need help?”

  “No, I can walk to the car,” Stacy said a little angrily. Emily knew she was overdoing it, but she couldn’t help herself. She should have been there to protect Stacy and hadn’t been, so she was going to be there through her entire recovery and make sure she healed. “Are you sure?”

  “Emily, I can walk. Bill said it’s okay for me to move around as long as I don’t do it too much. He’s taken the stitches out, so I’m not going to pull them. My bones are healing. I can move. I can do things on my own,” Stacy said.

  “Okay, but if you need help, don’t be ashamed to ask. I’m here to help you,” Emily said. “Okay,” she grumbled, and slowly walked to the car. Emily walked over and opened the door for her. “Emily, I’m not that bad off.”

  “I know, but…” “Emily, I can open a door and I can sit down by myself. I just want to get home and into my own pjs and watch trashy shows for the rest of the day.”

  “Okay,” Emily said sadly, and walked over to her side of the car. Stacy was helping her keep her mind off Paul but was now pushing her away. Just what she wanted.

  ***

  Paul had moved all his stuff and was waiting for Emily to come home. He wanted to talk to her. He also wanted to know how Stacy was. He knew she was going to be okay, but he still wanted to see her alive and walking around for himself.

  “She’s going to be happy about this,” Maggie told him.

  “Are you sure?” he asked her. “Yes. She’s crazy about you, I can tell. I know that girl better than anyone else does, even Stacy and Martha on most days,” she said with a smile.

  “But, she seems to have been fighting me on this the entire time.”

  “Emily doesn’t know what she wants half the time. That’s why she has me.”

  “Really?” Paul asked skeptically. “No, but she doesn’t know what she wants. I try to help her with it,” she said with a knowing smile.

  “Okay, and if this all blows up in my face, I’m going to rat you out.”

  “And when it all works out, you can thank me by getting me a raise.”

  “You need a raise?” he asked. “No, but that’s more money I can leave Emily when I die.” Paul laughed and went to wait in Emily’s room. He knew she’d end up there at some point. He’d picked out a good book. He knew he’d have a little bit of a wait. He also knew that Maggie would speed Emily up.

  *** Emily walked into her house with Stacy. She had her arm wrapped around her waist to help her. Even though Stacy insisted she didn’t need help, she wasn’t able to stop her from helping. Emily didn’t want Stacy to feel any pain, so she would do anything to prevent it.

  “Emily, please, just let me walk,” Stacy said.

  “Stacy, let me help you,” she said, opening the door.

  “I can walk to my room. Bill said I was okay to move some,” she whined.

  “I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” she said. “Fine,” Stacy huffed, and kept walking slowly into the house. Emily walked her into the living room and onto the couch she’d set up for her. She didn’t want her sister to have to walk up the stairs, not when she was hurt.

  She got her on the couch and pulled the covers over her. “Now, yell if you need anything. Here’s the remote and I’ll come check on you in a little bit,” Emily said.

  “Okay. Now let me get some rest,” Stacy grumbled. Emily didn’t think Stacy liked being taken care of.

  “Just as a warning, Maggie’s going to want to come check on you,” Emily sang as she left. She went into the kitchen to talk to Maggie and find out what was going on. The woman knew everything that happened in the house.

  “Hey, how’s our girl?” Maggie asked, when Emily stepped into the kitchen.

  “Good. She’s tired of me so I’ll let you take over for a little while.”

  “So she’ll be begging you to come back?” Maggie asked.

  “Exactly. So what’s going on?”

  “Nothing much. Paul’s all packed and taken care of.”

  “Great,” Emily grumbled. “Are you okay? You look a little tired.” “I’m fine.” “Are you sure? I know you’ve been taking care of Stacy. Maybe you should go take a nap. I’ll keep an eye on her,” Maggie said, pushing Emily out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.

  “All right, but if she needs me, go ahead and wake me.”

  “I will,” Maggie said, shooing her. Emily nodded and went up the stairs. She was really tired. She had barely slept in days. She had been so worried about Stacy and hadn’t known what to do about Paul.

  Her heart was broken because of him and she never thought she’d let that happen. Yet, there she was, dragging herself up the stairs to try to get some sleep, but she knew she’d just end up lying in bed thinking about Paul. She didn’t want to, but he just seemed to be on her mind.

  Walking past Paul’s room, Emily looked inside and found it empty. She knew he was gone, but she couldn’t keep herself from looking. She would give anything, well almost anything, to see his smile again.

  She walked in and sat on the bed. Looking around, she saw that he hadn’t left anything behind. No clothes, no shaving cream in the bathroom. Nothing.

  When she couldn’t take it anymore, she walked to her room. Her light was on. She hadn’t been home so she knew she hadn’t left it on. If it was one of the maids, she was going to be pissed. She didn’t like wasting electricity. It was expensive.

  Emily pushed the door open and froze. *** Paul could hear Emily outside the room. She was walking around. He didn’t know what she was doing, but she was there. The woman he’d missed so much was right outside the door. He wished she’d just get in the room. He wanted to see her more than anything.

  Smiling, he thought of a great way to greet her. Naked. There wasn’t anything better than a naked man on your bed. Okay, well, if you were a man, then maybe not, but for a woman it was the best thing.

  Stripping, he sprawled out on the bed, cock hard and waiting for her. He was beginning to get anxious. He couldn’t believe it was taking her so long. On top of it, he was getting cold and his erection was wilting. He didn’t want her to see him like that, but it was too late to change it.

  The handle on the door turned and that had his cock perking back up in an instant. He knew it was her. She was too silent for it to be anyone else.

  He smiled, knowing she’d like his present. He just wished he had a bow to tie aroun
d himself. The door opened and he saw the shock on Emily’s face. He was starting to wonder if this had all been a bad idea. He’d thought she wanted him, but judging by the look on her face, he’d been wrong.

  “I'm sorry, I’ll…” Paul didn’t get a chance to finish what he was saying. Emily jumped on him, peppering kisses on his face.

  He smiled, knowing he was right in trusting his gut.

  “I’m so happy you’re here,” she said and kissed him.

  “I thought I’d surprise you,” he said, when she leaned back.

  “You said you were going to pack,” she said.

  “I did.” “Why?” she asked.

  “I was moving.” “Moving where?”

  “Here,” he said with a smile, and kissed her again.

  “Wait, what?” she asked. “I moved my stuff in here,” he said.

  “You’re staying?”

  “That was the plan.” “Thank God,” she breathed out. “I was hoping you’d be happy about it.” He devoured her mouth, needing to be inside her. He wanted to feel her in his arms again. It had been so long since he’d held her.

  “Maggie knew, didn’t she?” Emily said.

  “Who do you think helped?” he asked with a laugh.

  “Paul?” she asked. “Hmm?” he said, kissing her neck.

  “I want to mate you.” Paul froze, not knowing what to do or say.

  *** Emily couldn’t believe she’d said that. She wanted to, but she didn’t want him to know. She didn’t really want to be with someone for the rest of her life. She didn’t want anyone she had to take care of. She didn’t want someone she had to answer to. She was her own person. She couldn’t be anything other than what she was.

  “Wha… what?” he asked her. She knew she couldn’t take it back. She had to tell him what it was; she knew he wouldn’t let it go. And she was the one who’d brought it up, so she was stuck with having to tell him. “I want to mark you. I want to bite you and make you mine.”

  “A… are you sure?” he asked. She knew he was just being cautious, and he was right to be. He knew her pretty well, it seemed, and she was happy for it. That meant a lot to her, and she knew she was making the right choice. He knew her and wouldn’t change her, she hoped, but she had to trust him. She’d lose him if she didn’t.

  “Yes, I’m sure. That’ll mean that you’re mine and I’m yours. You can’t leave me and you can’t live without me. You’re stuck with me and me being a killer.”

  “I think I’ll take you just as you are. As long as you let me watch a few of those Die Hard movies with you,” he said with a smile. That smile made her heart melt. She knew it was definitely the right choice.

  Emily kissed him with everything she had. He moved down her neck and she felt her fangs lengthen. She craved to sink them in his neck, to make him hers.

  Paul turned her on her back, lying on top of her, kissing her breasts, sucking on them, biting them. It felt so good. She couldn’t help but pull his head closer. He moved down, kissing her stomach. He knew all the right spots.

  She couldn’t take any more. She needed him inside her. Pulling him up, she kissed him, needing to taste him. He devoured her mouth and pinched her nipple, rubbing it between his fingers.

  “Paul,” she moaned. “I’ve got you,” he said, and plunged into her. “I love you,” she breathed into his mouth. That was something else she didn’t want to tell him. Something she didn’t want anyone to know. It was a weakness. Something people could use against her. She didn’t want that, but it was the truth. She did love him.

  “I love you too,” he replied, and kissed her again. She pulled away and sank her fangs into his neck, marking him, tasting his blood. He tasted so good. She never imagined it would be that good.

  “Emily!” he yelled as he came. That sound, the taste of his blood, it was all too much. She came, and it was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

  “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

  CHAPTER 32

  Paul had been living with Emily for a few months and he was loving it. He was afraid she would keep him at her side, but she didn’t. She would keep to herself and do her thing and let him do his. He loved it. He also loved that he got to go on a lot of her missions with her.

  “Hey Paul,” Mike said as he walked into the living room.

  “Hey, how’s everything?” he asked. “Sammy’s okay. He’s keeping us up all night, but he’s good. Lucy, she’s driving me crazy. It’s a good thing I love the woman.”

  “Yeah?” “Lucy normally is a little crazy, but cute crazy. However, Lucy on no sleep is just fucking scary. She’s cooking everything she can, writing like crazy, and then eventually crashing. And I mean she is sitting at her computer one second, and the next you hear a bang because she’s fallen asleep on the keyboard.”

  “That’s a little scary.” “I’m afraid for Sammy sometimes that she’ll be holding him and pass out from exhaustion. I don’t think she’d intentionally hurt him or anything, but she’s so tired.”

  “Do you want me to watch him one afternoon so you guys can get some sleep?” he asked. He probably shouldn’t have offered without checking with Emily, but the man just looked so defeated. He could fight bad guys and win, but one baby seemed to be taking the wolverine down.

  “How about now?” he asked. “Huh?” “If I go get him, can you watch him this afternoon so I can get sleep and maybe sleep with my wife?” he said hopefully.

  “Sure, go get him,” Paul said. “You are a godsend,” Mike said, and practically ran for the door. Paul couldn’t hold back the laugh. The man apparently had missed his wife.

  *** Emily heard some screaming coming from her living room. It wasn’t fear; it was crying. She had no idea what it was. She was afraid to walk into the room. She had a feeling she knew what it was, but she didn’t want to guess. She hoped she was wrong.

  There was another wail. Emily went running. She knew that sound. Stacy had made it quite often when she was a baby. It was the “help me” scream.

  “Paul, why is there a baby in my house?” she asked.

  “I offered to take care of Sammy,” he said sheepishly.

  “Do you know how to take care of a baby?” she asked him.

  “Um, no. I thought it would be easy. You just feed it and hold it.” “No. Here, let me have him,” she said, and took the baby. She’d never actually seen the baby before. She knew his name and everything, but she’d never gone over to see him, and Mike had never brought him over.

  She started jiggling him some and rubbing his back. He stopped crying instantly. “Hey, Sammy,” she said to him with a smile. He smiled at her with a big toothless smile. The kid was actually kind of cute.

  “How did you do that?” Paul asked incredulously.

  “I helped my mom with Stacy when she was a baby,” Emily said.

  “What were you then? Twelve?” he asked her. “Fifty I think,” she said.

  “Wait, what?” “I’m sixty-six,” Emily said with a smile. She knew she’d surprised him when his eyes practically bugged out.

  “How?”

  “We age a lot slower than humans. We live for a long time.”

  “But…” “Because you’re my mate, you’ll live just as long as I do, don’t worry. You’re going to age just as slowly as I am too,” she said with a smile. Sammy reached out and wrapped his little hand around her finger. She loved holding babies this little. They were always so cute and lovable.

  “Okay,” he said with a relieved sigh. She thought she should wait before she dropped the bomb, but then it would be so much fun to watch his jaw hit the floor. She couldn’t resist.

  “Paul, I have something to tell you.”

  “I don’t like the sound of that,” he said suspiciously. “It’s not bad. Not really. I hope,” she said. She wanted to drag it out. She was having so much fun.

  “Okay,” he said nervously. “How would you feel about having one of these?” she asked him.

  “You want to h
ave a baby?” “Um, well, I’m going to have a baby.”

  “You’re pregnant?” he asked. She nodded and watched as he fell to the floor. That was the reaction she’d wanted. She looked at Sammy and saw the big smile on his face. He seemed to be happy he was going to have a friend to play with.

  Jason walked into the living room and saw Paul on the floor and a baby in Emily’s arms. He probably didn’t expect that.

  “Did the baby take out Paul? I know it was working to take down Mike, but I figured Paul would be able to handle one afternoon.”

  “No. I told him I was pregnant.” “Oh, I thought he knew,” Jason said. “No, I hadn’t told him. You have to remember that he’s human, so can’t smell it on me,” she said.

  “Got it,” he said with a smile. “How’s Stacy doing?” she asked him.

  “She’s relaxing. She looks like she lost her best friend. I don’t know how to help her.” “Well, Jason, you’ve only known her for a few months. You’re right, though. She does look lost.”

  “Any suggestions to help her?” he asked.

  Emily sighed. “I don’t know. I was trying to give her space and be there for her. Aunt Martha has tried, but she hasn’t had any luck.”

  “Where is she? I haven’t seen her since I got here,” Jason asked.

  “She’s on a mission. She’ll be back in a week or so.”

  “Hey, when did Jason get here?” Paul asked sitting up.

  “After you passed out,” Emily said.

  “Oh, okay,” he said, and stood up. “Here,” Emily said, handing Sammy back to Paul. “You need the practice.”

  “I know. I think I need to get a book or fifty to get ready,” Paul said, taking Sammy.

  *** Jason watched as Paul paled at the sight of the smiling baby. Looking a little closer, Jason saw the smile was evil. It looked like he took more after his father than anyone thought. The kid looked so much like Lucy so it seemed everyone thought he’d take after her.

  “I’m going to go back and try to talk to Stacy,” Jason said, and walked back outside. Stacy was in a lounge chair, staring into the sky. “Hey,” he said to her. She looked at him and went back to staring at the sky. “Stacy, please, talk to me.”