Chapter 45

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I have news ya'll! My story almost qualifies for the Wattys!! It does need to be complete, which it is no way near being, but if I'm not too stumped with homework next year, perhaps I can join Wattys 2022

Also, pretty long chapter to make up for lost time. I have been enjoying my 'time off' though.

Like I said on my messageboard... my... depression, which I think I might have, is hitting pretty hard right now. I can't find the motivation to do much. Can't even get myself to fold my clothes and put them in the drawers.

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"Love..." I felt a kiss on my cheek.

I smiled, opening my eyes. "Morning, Allen."

He sighed, stroking my hair away from my forehead. "It's 11. My grandparents are gonna be here at 1, the rest of my family, and Joseph and Kya around 2, and your family at 3:30,"

Adrenaline shot through my stomach. I was meeting Allen's grandparents for the first time today- his father's parents. They were apparently very excited to meet me, and had asked him several times. And five days ago, Allen had carefully asked me how I'd feel about them coming to my birthday party.

I sat up in the bed, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around Allen's shoulders, our lips meeting the next second. And so, I was right back to laying in the bed.

His mouth moved down along my jaw, and then down to my throat. My back arched up as his hand slipped under the t-shirt of his that I was wearing, cubbing around my breast, circling my nipple. Oh my fucking god this feels way too good...

And I sort of want Allen to feel good too. And suddenly my mind was in a whole other place. Yesterday I was more than ready for Allen to rail me in the back of a car... perhaps I should... take smaller steps.

I gasped when Allen pinched my nipple. Maybe I should... give it a try.

Slowly, my hands moved off the mattress, one entangling in his hair, and the other on his bare chest, my heartbeat picking up. Alright, I know the general rules of this... I think.

With Allen's lips on my collarbone, I moved my hand down along his chest, then getting shy around his stomach, and sliding it up again. Paige, relax.

The nerves in my stomach slowly became weaker and weaker. I want to. But... what if I fuck it up? What if I'm shitty at it? What if I break his dick?

Calm down.

I moved my hand down his chest again, once again pausing around his belly button, but then kept moving down, only now stopping when the tips of my fingers met the fabric of his boxers. Allen groaned against my neck.

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With a last deep breath to gather my courage, I pushed my fingers past the waistband, and Allen froze above me. And I froze beneath him. "Paige... what... why?"

I bit my lip. "I... just wanted to... I'm sorry, don't you want to-?"

"Yeah, yeah, I mean... yes, I do want to, but... you want to?"

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah, I want to, I'm just not one hundred percent sure... how to..." I bit my lip.

"Should I show you?"

With another deep breath, I nodded slowly. Allen kissed my forehead, and then took his hands out from my shirt, resting his left arm on my side. Then he reached over for his bedroom drawer, making my brows furrow. He quickly opened the drawer, pulling out what looked like a shampoo bottle. But a small one.

He popped it open, and met my eyes. "Hold out your hand."

What the fuck?

Despite the odd request, I did as he asked. He squeezed the bottle, a slimy transparent liquid dropping into my hand. "Lube, it... helps. At least it's really good to keep around,"

I bit my lip. "Right..." I rubbed the slippery stuff over my hand, my eyes meeting Allen again. I could feel my entire face heating up. What in the actual fuck am I even doing?

And so he leaned down, our lips meeting again. I moved my shaking hand back down towards his boxers. With Allen's lips on mine, our chest connected, I took a deep breath and pushed my fingers past the waistband. My heart skipped a beat when I touched... it.

Allen moaned above me, and I felt a surge of courage. Another moan left him when I wrapped my hand around his erection... or, around and around. The tips of my thumb and index finger couldn't touch. I could feel my heartbeat down between my legs.

I moved my hand, pulling gently at his skin. A guttural groan left him. "Holy fucking... could you... just a bit... tighter?"

I did as asked, and kissed me again, his mouth moving down to my neck. He settled at the base of it, his lips latching onto my skin. How can something as simple as kissing feel so good? I picked up my hands pace a bit, and from the moans leaving him it sounded like it was much appreciated by Allen, only being underlined by him his beginning to move with the movement of my hands.

I wish it wasn't just my hand he was thrusting into right now. My underwear was getting uncomfortably wet.

Suddenly I understood what Allen meant when he'd said he was perfectly content with just pleasuring me. Simply listening to him moaning above me, feeling him move towards my touch... he may as well have been touching me too.

His lips moved back up to mine. "Goddess... I love you so much. If you could just... all the way from the base to the tip... please?"

I wrapped my free arm around his neck and the back of his head, pulling him closer, moving my hand to the base of his erection, slowly pulling all the way to the tip. A deep, throaty moan left him.

My hand kept moving back and forth, and I picked up the pace of my movements, Allen thrusting into my hand. We kissed, and we kissed, and we kissed, and it seemed as though it kept on for hours, but then, Allen began moving his hips faster... even faster. Our lips didn't leave the others' for a second.

Then, he stiffened above me, another deep moan leaving him. He shivered, breathed deeply, and to my great horror, I could feel the inside of his boxers becoming wet against my leg. Wonder if I'll ever get used to this.

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I pulled my hand out of his boxers, Allen still gasping for air above me, a smile on his face. "Goddess, I love you so much," he chuckled. kissing my forehead, before throwing himself onto the bed, next to me. "And great job, by the way. Especially since it was the first,"

A blush spread on my cheeks. This isn't awkward in the slightest. "Yeah... I'm gonna go and wash my hands now," I mumbled, rolling off the bed.

Allen chuckled from the bed. "Prude,"

"It's called hygiene," I hissed over my shoulder, closing the bathroom door behind me, and taking a good look at myself. Bedhead. Allen's t-shirt. Flushed cheeks. I gotta fix this... oh my god I just jacket Allen off when his grandparents are gonna be here in like two hours.

I stared at myself in the mirror, when suddenly I began laughing at my reflection. I just jacked off Allen, and his grandparents are gonna be here in two hours. At least I don't have to feel guilty about our... intimacy being one-sided anymore. I really need to be more affectionate towards the poor guy. The past few months all he's been doing is comforting me when I was crying, and all I've been doing is... yeah, crying.

I washed my hands, and looked into the bedroom, where Allen was laying in the same spot on the bed. He smiled at me when our eyes met. Deep breath Paige, don't chicken out now. "So... I need a shower, should we... save a lil water? You join me?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "What is with you today? Frustrated from your failed coitus attempt yesterday?"

Shaking my head, I shrugged. "No... I just... I don't know. My family are jerks, so I just wanted to, you know, be a little intimate before we gotta be all formal to make sure that no one gets a stroke or something. But if you don't want to join me, that's alright," I turned around, ready to close the door behind me again.

"That's not what I said,"

I couldn't help the sly smile on my face. Allen followed me into the bathroom, but before I had the chance to pull the t-shirt over my head myself, Allen had grabbed me around the hips, flipping me around, my lower back against the marble counter. His eyes were dark, pupils covering most of his irises. He bent down, his lips meeting mine. I wrapped my arms around him.

I'm beginning to hope that both of our families' cars break down.

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He grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Our lips met again, and his hands settled on my waist, moving up, wrapping around my breasts, thumbs moving in to massage my nipples, which hardened immediately. He's unfairly good at this.

I reached down, pushing my underwear below my hips, maneuvering them off with my thighs, until they finally fell to my feet. I stepped out of them, and pushed Allen away, to give me space to move to shower stall. Smiling at him before I stepped in, watching as he pushed his fingers past the hem of his boxers and pulling them down his legs.

Oh wow. So that's how they look...  that thing is... ugly. And weirdly wide and veiny? Is it supposed to look like that? Is that thing supposed to feel good? It seems like it wouldn't. Maybe I don't wanna have sex right away...

"Problem, Love?"

I cleared my throat, my cheeks heating. "Uh... it's uh... it's a new experience, new impression, but uhm, no problem," I pressed my lips together. Don't let your face reveal a thing.

A small chuckle left him. "Sure, Love," he said, getting into the shower with me, making me back up against the wall. He pressed his forehead against mine, our eyes meeting. The chocolate brown in his eyes seemed to melt, love filling them. My heart skipped a beat, as a warm sensation ran through my very bones.

In that moment, the warm water soaking both our naked bodies, I felt... adored. Loved. More intensely than ever before in my life.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down for our lips to meet. His hands wrapped hips my hips, moving down, circling my ass. He lifted me up, and my legs circled his hips. He moved his mouth down to the base of my neck, kissing me along my collarbones, back and forth.

One of his hands moved my rear, circling around my hip, and found its way in between my legs. Fuck yes. He pressed the base of his palm against the burning spot. Oh god just fuck me already.

I leaned my head back against the cold tile wall. "Allen... please,"

"Stand," he gasped against my collarbone, and hoisted me down just a bit. I put my legs back down on the floor one at a time, Allen's secure grip making sure that I didn't slip on the wet tiles. And then that wonderful angel of a man dropped to his knee in front of me. And even better- he put one of my legs over his shoulder, his face between my legs. Holy fucking shit I could stay like this for the rest of my life.

I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling at it when his tongue pressed against that goddamn spot. I tipped my hips off the wall, into his face, a moan all the way from my stomach leaving me when two of his fingers found their way inside me. "Allen!" I gasped, a whimper following.

The bastard chuckled.

I groaned. "Screw you,"

He stopped, and I opened my eyes to glare down at him. He was smirking up at me from between my legs. "I know you'd love to, beautiful, but we're celebrating today, and if we first get started with actual sex... yeah, we'll be in bed for the rest of today. And tonight. And most of next week,"

"You know what I mean," I made a 'get moving' motion with my hand. "Now please, get back to eating me out,"

He winked at me, and then his mouth was back in the second-best place on my body it could possibly be. As wonderful as this was, there was something about the way his lips could cherish mine, make the blood rush to them, make my heart skip three beats, and every nerve ending in my body feel electric with expectation... although he still was very good at doing that when his lips were between my legs.

I could stay like this forever.

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I just want this to be over with.

I fidgeted with my fingers as I looked out the windows surrounding the front door, waiting for an unfamiliar car to show up in the driveway.

Meeting Allen's grandparents... yay. Kill me now.

"Anxious?" Allen wrapped his arms around me from behind me.

I shrugged. "Maybe a little bit. About different things. Mainly our families meeting. But also about meeting them,"

He chuckled, kissing my cheek. "There is nothing to worry about. My grammy has been gushing to meet you. Fair warning, she can be a bit... much. Super sweet, but... let's just say that uh... easter egg hunt at grammy and grappa's house took 6 hours. She'd hidden nearly a hundred eggs. There was a boat ride involved. A. Boat. Ride,"

I sent him a deadpan stare. He raised his eyebrow. "What?"

Deep breath. "... you call your grandparents grammy and grappa?"

His face fell flat, pink spreading on his cheeks. I bent over laughing. "You... are... so-" another fit of hysterical laughter that I could barely breathe through. "-adorable!"

He nudged my shoulder. "Your pops calls you Bunny. You should really be careful what you say. And there is nothing wrong with me loving my grammy and grappa. But, as I said, they can be a bit much... or not my grappa, he's chill. My grammy is the Alpha in that relationship, figuratively and literally. By the way, useful background info, both are wolves, they met just after they had both turned 16- their birthdays are two days apart. They love me, but Austin is their surrogate baby, because just when he was born my youngest uncle was getting too old for suffocating parenting-"

I hold my hand up. "Sorry, what? How old is your youngest uncle?"

"Twenty-five. We played together as kids. I was very confused when I was told he was my uncle and not my playmate. But when my younger brother was born, he was 13, you know, becoming more independent, so my brother was their last-" he held up his hand in quotation marks. "'Baby', so he's the favorite- he loves getting spoiled by them, and the rest of us love them not being so suffocating."

"They have 8 kids, between the ages of 48 and 25, my dad's the oldest, obviously, then there's..." he sighed. "Rose, Jack, Micheal, Jane, Caroline, Jessica, and Alex, and 20 grandkids... me, Kevin, Winnie, Lila, Vance, Lily, Jacob, Halley and Sophia, Henry, Tess, Robert, Nina, Sara, Percy, Emmely, Zack, Parker, Damon, and Quinn. You'll have to meet the whole family eventually, by the way, anyways... also, they uh... yeah. They're 100% going to mention great-grandkids at least once. However, just deflect that question onto Sophia and Leon, we can make that their responsibility now." He chuckled.

"Are you... are you biologically related to all of these people?"

He pursed his lips. "We don't talk about it, and they know, but it's an awkward subject, but my cousins Gianna and Elliot, who's my mom's brothers' kids, are adopted. Oh, also, I have three more cousins on my mom's side; her sister's kids. Carlos, Flavio, and Juan. Her other brother is... not too great. But let's not talk about that,"

I shook my head, taking his hand in mine and looking out the window. "Your family is so big and so weird,"

He squeezed my hand, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Eh, who knows, hopefully, in a few years, it'll get a bit bigger,"

A smile found its way to my lips. "Yeah, in a few years, hopefully," I turned my head and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Allen,"

"I love you most- oh, there we have them,"

My head whipped around, looking out the window where a white BMW approaching the house from the driveway. Oh, okay, here we go. The car became bigger and bigger, before finally stopping a few yards away from the front door. His arm wrapped about the small of my back. "Don't worry, they'll love you,"

He gently guided me towards the door, holding it open for me as we walked outside, the car doors opening. In the door to the driver's side stood a tall woman, I'm pretty sure she was even taller than Allen, with shoulder lengt silvery grey hair. In the passenger side was a man who was a bit taller than me, his hair a darker grey, and short. 

The woman turned to us, the widest smile spreading on her face, as she threw out her arms and began walking up the steps towards us. "Alligator!"

Allen chuckled by my side. "Hey grammy- hi there grappa," he said, as he wrapped his arms around his grandmother first, and then his grandfather, before taking a step back and placing his hand back on my back, gesturing to me with the other one. "Grammy, grappa, this is my Paige,"

I took a deep breath, holding out my hand. "Uh, yeah, I'm Paige, hello there, Mr and Ms..."

She snorted. "Oh please, Paige, call me Linda, and this is Steven. And I do have to admit that I'm personally more of a hugger, if that's alright with you?"

I cleared my throat. "I'm more comfortable with handshakes, the first time around, at least,"

She nodded and smiled, shaking my hand. "Of course. Whatever you want, you're family now after all," she turned to Allen. "Alligator, you've been lying to me, how could you? She's so much prettier than you told me over the phone, and she's got a good strong spine," she turned to me. "I've asked for pictures of the two of you millions of times, but he just wouldn't send any, it's been driving me nuts. Now, anyways, let's get inside, huh?"

She walked past me, and then Steven stepped forward, holding out his hand with a soft smile. I shook it. "It's really nice to meet you, Paige. Just call me Steve, please. We've been really excited to meet you- it's been so nice, just hearing the happiness in his voice when he calls, listening to him talk about you," he looked up at Allen. "And I gotta agree with your grammy," he sent me another smile before walking past me into the house.

I took a deep breath as I looked after him, and looked at Allen. He mouthed 'I told you so', and winked at me, before leading me into the living room. We took a seat across from the two, both of them smiling so nicely at us. At the very least things weren't going quite as bad as they possibly could.

"So, Paige, seventeen now. What are your plans for, you know, after high school?"

I let out a soft laugh, "As if Allen hasn't already told you everything,"

Both of them chuckled. Steve stroking Linda's arm softly. "Oh, he tried alright, but we interrupted him every time. We wanted to get to know you through you, so we made sure your Alligator kept his mouth shut about the important details,"

Awe, that's super sweet actually. "Oh, uh, well, I've wanted to be a midwife since I was a kid, so that's the plan. I gotta improve a bit in math, but I think I have a chance,"

Steve smiled. "That's great! My own mother was a midwife! It was a tough job for her, but she loved it. Kept working until 70, and even after that she volunteered at the recovery ward,"

We kept talking, mostly about me, but every now and then I could convince them to let me in on a little detail about them, and Allen as a kid. They'd met each other two days after Linda had turned 16. Both of them being wolves, they'd immediately started dating, and they'd been

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