Hello my dear all :-) Here is chapter 19 and I honestly hope you'll enjoy it...it's quite a mix of many things, you'll see...

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I think it's possible to see another new side of Shane and Emmett in this chapter and ... Alice is here with that surprise call and you all guess now how might be there...

Dedicated to all of you and in particular to JustDinariz, hope you'll enjoy darling, I personally always enjoy reading your comments, thanks xox

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EMMETT POV

I left the studio and apparently things were easy and quick. The fact Shane was already over eighteen made everything less complicated and didn't need to involve any social service or whatever else. It clarified what Enna and Roman already told me and the fact the only legal obligation he had was to attend school and those social works regularly, but nothing else.

The lawyer said there was no need to increase the sum of the money, but I just said to do it anyway, to make sure they would be really shut up. Somehow, I hoped they wouldn't shut up, so to give me the chance to beat the crap out of them. Only talking about those worthless vermin my bloody started to boil and so did my anger.

I had to take him out of that place and I was doing it; these past nights I slept with an eye open so to say, ready to jump out in case the phone would ring. I know it sounded crazy and exaggerate, but I saw what they were capable of and yesterday Roman told me what a couple of times Shane had to go to the hospital. Can you fucking believe it? Hospital. I was so tempted to sue them for life, but I knew the brat would hate me for that and I had no intention of hurting him or causing him any more stress. I had promised him and no more running away.

The only detail left was to talk to Shane about it and make him accept it; no negative answer was going to be tolerated or accepted. He had to come and stay with him and end of the discussion. I had just a draft of the paper and the lawyer said it'd be ready by next Tuesday. Perfect. It meant I had the entire weekend to use to convince that stubborn brat. And be sure I will do it. I was Emmett Johnson and there was no way in hell I would admit a refusal.

Argh. It wasn't just that; it wasn't just because of who I was. I stopped before entering the gym and paused a moment. When has been last time I felt this fierce, belligerent, resolute, burning with determination and resolve? I don't even know. Years ago. Being with Shane brought back so much to me and at the same time gave me so much new and unexpected. It was incredible, it was like feeling alive again, but as well for the first time; did that even make sense? I had no idea, but that's how I felt. Back alive again, the king of court and born for the first time.

I let Enna plan the dinner, because let's face it, I sure wasn't good at that and the idea of contacting punks I didn't know or his crazy sister honestly irked me. I was doing this only for Shane and I would cook for him whatever he liked, but I had never been exactly the romantic person. Bet the brat was going to make a fuss over the presents, especially one, but he'll better suck it up and then shut up. No discussion in the department, period. Yes, I was an arrogant and full of myself bastard and I was proud of it, because the old Emmett Johnson was back, with the difference that now I knew what it really meant to care for someone.

The phone rang in the pocket and I answered.

"Mett brother, how are you?" Alice had always that smiling and warm voice. I think she would get along with Enna.

"Alice, I'm good, about to go the gym and you?" I checked the time and saw it should have been morning there. "You don't have classes today?"

"No, today I'm home. Do you have time to chat tonight on Skype? I have a surprise for you." She chirped and giggled. A surprise for me? Hmm...wondered what that could be.

"Sure, call me your usual time. Oh, Shane will be there as well, so you can talk to him and by the way, Saturday will be his birthday."

"Oh really? Thank you for telling me, I'll call you then on Saturday. I see you spend time with him.."

"Well, actually I am planning to have him move in with me." I paused and waited for her reply.

"Are you serious? Why so early?" Right, she didn't know about Shane's problems and she knew too well how was my nature and my past issues.

"He lives with his uncle's family and Alice, they are pieces of crap. They beat him and treat him like shit, because he is gay and I cannot tolerate it or permit it. I witnessed myself what that bastard is capable of and I am not going to leave Shane there, I want him safe and with me. I care for him, Alice; I'm serious about him, because I like him, that brat gave me so much in such little time..."

My sister smiled through the phone and I could tell that by the way she softly giggled.

"I understand now. Then it's not under some crazy impulse, but I can tell you actually rationally thought about that. Shane is indeed amazing... but you said you care for and like him, right?"

"Yes."

"Mett, you don't even realize it, right?" She asked and I bet she was twitching her nose like a little fluffy mouse.

"I don't realize what, Al? What do you mean?" I honestly didn't understand what she meant.

"Nothing, you'll understand what I mean." I rolled my eyes, but let it go. I wasn't going of course to argue with my little and sweet sister. I loved her too much. "Well, talk to you later then, k bro?"

"Sure Alice, later."

SHANE POV

It was finally Thursday and I couldn't wait any bloody longer to go and see Emmett. I missed him in these past days, even though we spoke on the phone, but it wasn't the same, if you know what I mean. I finally managed to get some money and yesterday evening I went to top up my phone and buy a CD for Em; hoped he will like it, but I think what I had would be good for him. It was actually fun to work with Sean's father, 'cause he is an easy and calm lad, never rising his voice or acting like a tool.

I peeked at my bag and chuckled. The CD and some extra clothes were there and I couldn't wait to see Em; my knackered folks had already kicked me out for the evening and yelled at me this morning with stinking garlic breath to not show me face for a couple of days. Swine, it was all my bloody pleasure to leave for few days that pigsty.

My friends asked me what I had planned for this Saturday and told them I'd let know maybe tomorrow; had to ask Enna first and wondered if Emmett would like to join us, but wasn't sure the idea suited him. I mean, would you see that egotistic and god-like man hanging around with a group of "brats"? Bloody hell, don't think so.

I was about to leave school, just about the main gate, when someone grabbed my arm and made me turn back. The hell, I hated when people did that. My face turned with my body and saw it was that stupid tool of Darren. Bloody annoyance immediately burst in my veins and system and made me curse myself for how fecking stupid I had been to choose to waste time with someone like him.

"Shane twat, ya think can get away?" He asked, still grabbing me arm.

"Bloody hell, Darren. You really are a retarded tool, hi. Let it go, you know how the craic with me is and you know you're not match for me." I hissed, feeling my voice getting more annoyed. Why in hell people couldn't leave me in peace? Why?

He stood in front of me now and grabbed my jacket with both hands, trying to look fecking threatening. He was nothing and I simply cracked a cocky smirk on my face, laughing at him. Tool. Darren jerked my jacket and I shoved away his hands.

"Let go, tool. What you wanna do? Start a fight here with me?" I provoked.

"You're a bloody whore, know what? Amn't afraid of you, know what you can do and what you can't do and sure you can't fight three at once."

I growled and went to grab his jacket wanting to punch his idiotic face, but he smirked and at the same moment I felt someone from behind gripping my shoulder and tugging me towards the ground. I somehow managed to keep still and when I turned, a bloody punch hit me fucking painful on the face, making me curse for the pain. I spat a little gush of blood and saw red, not caring anymore what the hell was going to happen. I had just me bollocks full of this shit. I jumped on the tool, a friend of Darren, and tackled him on the ground, giving back the punch, but those two bastards behind me shoved me back and kicked my side together.

Some students gathered around, but sure as hell no one did a bloody thing to help me. They just stood there in circle inciting the fight, those knackered tools.

I rolled on my back and kicked one of them on the groin, having him kneel down and curse in bloody pain; me punch connected with someone's jaw and damn hoped it was Darren's. But the other one kicked again my side and Darren himself jumped on me, having us struggling on the ground.

"You tool...we're in school.." I hissed while grabbing his collar jacket, wanting to get him off me.

"Ya deserve it, fag."

We rolled two times and in the meanwhile I kicked him once, but then four arms got me and I thought I was about to get more of it, when another one jumped on Darren and shoved him on the ground and the other ripped me away from those tools.

"Bunch of pikey..." Growled Sean, now beside me and ready to fight. Donal stood up and spat on Darren now curled in a ball and bloody cursing.

Me friends were quite sturdy shams and it wasn't nice to fight them, especially Donal, which played rugby and was used to harshness and beatings.

"Now, how about a fair fight, ha bloody cunts?" Sean hissed, clenching his fists.

"Get the hell out of our business O'Connell." Sneered one of them.

"You tools get the fuck out of here." I groaned.

"Right and we all saw what happened here, so if you dare to utter a single fecking word about this, I'll find you and make you regret it." Donal said with apparent calm voice, but he was itching to continue the fight. They both knew anyway I couldn't get any more involved.

Those pathetic cunts just looked at us and then beat it; they knew it would get really nasty and fecking painful otherwise and one of them was still walking funny from my kick. Ha.

"Shane, you ok?" Sean studied my face and poked my sides.

"Tool, that hurts."

"Anything broken?" Donal enquired. I poked my sides and no, lucky me, it was only bloody stingy, but nothing too painful. I grimaced and flinched. Bloody hell, the punch on my face,

Bloody hell.

I had to see Emmett.

How was I going to do that? He will get berserk for sure. No. I couldn't go see him today, he would really get fecking mad and it's not because he scared me, but didn't want him to worry too much for me. My goodness, how was going to do now?

"C'mon, let's go to my place shams, you can wash your face and we can eat something and then go play soccer."

Sean had a brilliant idea. I would send a message to Emmett and say I couldn't make it today and then blame soccer. I just prayed he would believe it, but had quite a doubt he would. Em was a bloody stubborn and controlling lad and sure he won't be please hearing I wasn't going there today and I wasn't pleased meself. I wanted to see him so much.

I sat down at the side of the soccer field and lay down on the grass; the guys were still playing and I took a break and change with another one. I sighed and then fished out the phone and wrote a message to Emmett. It took me more than a minute to decide to press the send button and then I felt horrible, because I was missing him like crazy. I had to call Enna and see if he could have me over tonight, surely there was no way I could go back to that pigsty.

My finger went to press the call button, but the phone rang and I jumped up.

Bloody hell, it was Emmett.

I stared at the phone for a couple of rings, then I gulped down and answered. His voice wasn't exactly pleased.

"Shane, what the hell do you mean you cannot make it today? Are you kidding me?" Nope, he wasn't pleased at all.

"Sorry Em, not today, but I will see you tomorrow." My voice wasn't firm and I knew he would detect my tension.

"Where are you now? Are you ok?"

"I'm grand, Em. I'm just playing soccer with some friends and.."

"You are coming over asap and that's the end of the discussion, is that clear brat?" His tone was now his typical arrogant and commanding one and I knew I could say little to that.

"Emmett, I told you.." He cut me off immediately.

"I don't want to hear a word about that. You come over and that's final, otherwise I will find you, wherever you are and I'll drag you to my place, even if I have to use force. And believe me, I will do that." He was almost growling, not even talking normally. I bet his eyes were burning with that crazy and over confident light, the light of his huge ego loving to set the rule, be in charge and don't be contradicted. "Shane, is that clear?"

"Yep, it's clear." I answered with a just a breath.

"I'm going home now, so just come here when the game is over."

"Fine."

I sighed and tossed the phone in my bag, cursing under me breath and hoping he wouldn't get too mad at the bloody bruise I had on my cheek. Sure, dream of it, Shane. But I couldn't deny that deep inside, I was overly happy he wanted to see me that badly and said he would find me wherever I was.

I stood in front of his door for few minutes, feeling my heart thundering my chest and making my blood pulse faster and more loudly. Emmett will get so mad after seeing this bruise and he'll think it was my uncle and remember me the promise I made and what would I say? Would he believe me? I thought about the promise for a moment. What would I say now, if he were to ask me again? What was I thinking about? Emmett asked me once, there was no way in bloody hell he was going to ask me a second time; he said that himself and he wasn't sure the type to go and beg someone. Nope, he was too arrogant and overly confident to do something like that.

Don't know, but things changed these past days and I thought more about what he asked me and it seemed less scary now, but I wasn't sure yet.

Ahhh...what a bloody mess I had in my mind.

Shane, just press that fecking door bell and get over with that, because let's say it out of your teeth; you can't wait to see that egotistic and god-like tool. So I rang the door bell and when he opened the door, I saw his eyes first smile at me warmly and then immediately drop deadly dark and scaring. I gulped. He saw the bruise.

Emmett didn't say a word; he simply let me in and closed the door behind me and then pressed my back against it and placed his arms beside my face. He took a breath and then closed his storming eyes for few seconds, but when they opened, they were still that intimidating and blazing inferno of many different crazy emotions.

"Shane, who the hell dared to do this to you? Tell me." He said the words with calm and still voice, but you could tell he was trying his best to restrain his fury.

I gulped and for a moment just looked at his scaring, but beautiful eyes.

This man here cared for me like no one else ever did in my entire life.

"It's not what you think, Em; I had a fight in school with a couple of bloody tools." I flinched a moment when I felt the inside of the lip sting. His eyes didn't miss it and saw how they blazed, even more crazed than already were.

"I want a name, brat. So, speak." He moved back and stood up in front of me in all of his dark and storming glory. Bloody hell, I just wanted to jump him and let him take me as wildly as he wished. Goodness, I really loved this man.

"Emmett, are you going to do what? Fighting against a couple of brats of eighteen years and beat them? It doesn't matter; you should also see their faces." I snorted.

"It matters to me, now tell me their fucking names, so I can hunt them down and be sure they won't dare to try that again." His voice was increasing and saw he clenched in fists, now on his sides, his muscles tensing and flexing in a bloody dangerous sexy way.

"Seriously, don't be a tool. They won't do it again, don't worry. For God's sake, not even Roman gets this mad when he sees a bruise." I said, rolling my eyes.

What came next didn't shock me; way more.

"That's because that bastard isn't your man." He growled out of his mind, slamming his fist on the door right beside me.

I didn't hear the punch.

I didn't hear the bloody bang on the door and his furious growl.

I didn't feel the air that his insane and inhuman strong punch moved beside me.

Nothing. I felt and heard bloody nothing, aside his words.

He said he was MY man.

I knew we had something and we were into something and he said I was his and only his, but hearing him saying something like that, looking with eyes like that, burning in wrath and anger for what those had done to me, that was another craic.

"What did you say?" I whispered, taking a step forward and placing a hand on the side of his neck, staring at his burning eyes. He closed them a moment and exhaled, to probably regain some calm.

"Shane, you know it perfectly. You are with me and mine and same for me. So you know what I mean."

"No, Emmett I don't know what you mean. You said we were into something, but you had no idea what that was, then you said I was yours and you were mine, but you didn't say more." My voice was trembling and my heart threatened to break my rib cage. He seemed to calm down more and pressed his forehead on mine, keeping his eyes on mine.

"I wanted to wait for Saturday, because it's your birthday, but I honestly suck in romantic stuff. Shane, be mine completely. Be my man, my boyfriend, my partner...call it as you prefer, but be mine in everything." He cupped my face in his strong and warm hands and I realized I was breathing hard and my mouth was open. His lips lingered on mine for a sweet moment and then he talked again. "And come and live with me; just do it. I know you can live that place and you don't need to be afraid of anything, brat. Come and live with me. Just say yes, Shane. Please do it for me, I cannot have you living there."

This god-like man, an overly arrogant, overconfident, full of himself, loving to be in charge and setting the rule, loving to command and dominate, this bloody hot and incredible tool was asking me to be his man...his boyfriend. And to live with him. Emmett asked me a second time and he even said "please". Emmett said that to me.

What would I say if he asked me again? The question chanted back in my head, but I knew already what the answer was.

Bloody hell. I couldn't believe it.

I smashed my lips on his and couldn't give half bollocks the cut inside was bloody hurting; I just wanted to kiss senseless Emmett, to tell him how much I loved him and how he was making me feel. There were no fecking right words to describe it, because it felt like I was alive again, like I had found a place for me, someone wanting and honestly caring for me and willing to give me something without asking anything back. I felt like I finally found someone to love freely and let him take care of me without having to fear anything. I felt free.

My tongue immediately invaded his mouth and he growled hungrily, now pressing me against the door caging me there, while his tongue took possession of my mouth and ravished it bloody wild and intensely. I pulled away a moment, because I just needed to ask him if I really heard well.

"Can I really come and live here with you? How?"

"Yes, brat. I already told you. Now, what do you say?"

I simply nodded and kissed him again.

"Should I take it as a yes, Shane?" I nodded again. "What do you say about the other question?"

"Which question? You didn't ask me anything, you simply told me to do it." I smirked provocative and slowly grinding on his rock-hard body. He groaned and bent his head to nuzzle my neck. My hands darted on his hair and ran there, me moaning under his lips now caressing my skin.

"You're right, I wasn't asking brat. I was telling you to do it." Emmett mouthed on my neck, his hands slowly descending my back and then finding my ass, which they cupped and had me pressed harder against him. Bloody hell, he was hard rock. He was such an arrogant tool, but I loved him for this.

"Then I'm telling you to be my man, my boyfriend." I tossed back, letting my voice being purposely cocky and daring; he liked that, because I knew it fired his desire and ego.

"Deal, Shane." He murmured on my ear. I shivered and moaned fisting harder his hair.

"Wait a moment.." I tried to regain some control over my senses and lust, because I had something I wanted to ask him. "You said I can live that place, how do you know it?"

"Shane, do you honestly want to talk about that now? Because I just want to take you damn hard and have you drive me nuts with your mouth and hot ass."

I gulped. Emmett sounded so aroused and lusty that it all reverberated in me and had me burn and anguish in want and need to have this man.

"I guess we can talk later." I barely whispered, my body aching to have him and my heart going crazy.

He simply smirked satisfied and after grabbing my waist, he flipped me over his shoulder.

Emmett dropped me on the bed, our hair still damp from the shower we just had. He hovered over me, his arms tensed and powerful at the sides of my face, his eyes still studying my face and waist, burning of that intense and almost intimidating light.

"Are you sure you're ok? I felt it and there is nothing wrong or broken, but are you really ok?" He inquired, meaning the bruises I had on my sides because of the kicks.

Emmett had touched it carefully earlier and checked nothing was wrong; he told me had a couple of courses in the US about that stuff and knew where to and how to touch it and feel it. This man was incredible in everything; no shit, he really was and still couldn't believe I had the right to call him my boyfriend, my man.

Em was destroying all of my fears and chasing away my nightmares. I bloody loved this man with all myself and the idea wasn't scaring me anymore like it was days ago.

I laced my fingers behind his neck and pulled myself up, claiming his mouth for a mind-blowing kiss and let my tongue have its way, insanely hot and in need to feel him. Em groaned in my mouth, deepened the assault of his demanding tongue and suddenly pushed me back on the bed with a hand, trying to not squash me under his weight.

"I just bloody want you, Emmett." I moaned in his mouth, when his other hand went on my thigh. "And I want you damn bad."

He took back my mouth in his and his tongue hungrily teased mine and twirled with it, then sucking it and deepening the kiss so much that I felt my shaft hardening to a painful point, aching for release. At another strong and devouring stroke of his hot tongue, my hips jerked wildly up and rocked against his, letting our hard-on rub each other and provoke one another: our moans and groans grew louder and more savage and I could tell he was about to fecking turn into that wild and untamed animal.

His fingers nailed me aggressively and moved on the inside, parting my thigh apart. The other went apart automatically to give him complete access, and then locked around his waist, pulling his hard member against mine, stroking and grinding them together. I was about to lose bloody sanity here for the desire mounting in me.

Emmett let go of my mouth and I whimpered in protest, but shut up when his lips began to trail down from my neck to my chest a wet and arousing thread of possessive and growling kisses. His entire body was shivering with want, desire, lust, effort in trying to control himself; he was magnificent and his crazy craving was arousing me to a point of no bloody return. My hands jerked on his shoulders, wanting him to go down further, wanting and needing to feel him on me. I felt him smirking on my skin, now slowly and lasciviously licking my nipple and sneaking his hand from my inner thigh to my ass, creeping it between my cheeks line.

This arrogant and egotistic god-like tool was driving me out of mind and sanity.

His finger teased my entrance, while his tongue teased my nipple and his hand was firm on my hips, massaging it with clear possession and control. His finger slipped down and was now thumbing and stroking my sack, while his tongue decided to travel down to my abs, lingering on my navel, tracing round and hot line with its tip.

"Emmett...ahhh..." I wasn't able to exactly tell him something.

My mind was clouded with want and love. It feels so different now, so bloody more intense and significant, more than just sex.

"Hmm...I've been craving to taste and touch your body, so beautiful and sensual, so tempting and firm...so damn provoking." He stopped a moment and his eyes locked mine in a serious and deep stare. "I've really missed you, Shane and I was willing to even lock you here in case you would refuse once again to live with me. You know I am not joking."

Words failed me completely.

I was being overwhelmed by crushing and burning emotions, leaving me breathless. He pushed himself up and first softly brushed my lips with his, then aggressively shoved his tongue deep inside and assaulted my mouth growling like a wild animal, literally fucking it, while one hand gripped firm my hair and the other crawled back on my ass and, without any bloody compliments, his finger thrust inside me, followed by a second one.

"Fuck..." I cried out in his mouth, arching my back into his muscular chest.

He ravished me deeper and more greedily, fisting my hair harder and pulling my head back on the bed, me arching more into him. His mouth left mine and quickly descended my burning skin and then wrapped around my leaking and hard cock. Oh bloody hell. I groaned out of mind when he sucked back hard, rested his lips on the tip teasing it, and then let his tongue stroke and twirl the entire length with haughty self-confidence. He knew fecking well he was sending me to hell for the pleasure. Everything in my body and mind screamed for the carnal and sensual pleasure he was giving me, everything trembled and ached for more. My fingers darted on his head and guided it at the same pace of my riding hips and once he took me inside and deep, I thrust out of mind in his hot mouth.

But I wanted to drive me nuts as well, I bloody wanted to feel that same senseless and maddening pleasure I felt that time.

"Emmett, I want you, too... ahhh...." I moaned with lewd voice.

He smirked and growled very low in his throat, meaning he liked it. He let of for a moment, rolled our bodies over, having him now on his back and then let me do as I wished. Bloody hell, he was hard and huge, I loved that. Hungrily my mouth went on his member and engulfed it completely, making him hiss in pleasure. My lips hardened around it and sucked the hell out of it, while my tongue followed suit and taunted more; my hands were firm and sunk on his muscular and solid thighs. Emmett seized my thighs and pulled me over him; the moment I felt him around me, I cried on his cock and sucked it harder. He first only slowly and strongly licked and teased with his lips, but then deep throated me fast and hard few times in a row, having me grind on him.

My mouth claimed for more of him and gave it completely, bloody going deep and hard, wanting to make him insane with pleasure, wanting to draw out that wild animal. His grip tightened and I felt his growls around, arousing me even more. We both went on harder and faster, lost in our desire. This was incredible. Tingles and spasms of pleasure were taunting me entire body, growing intense and concentrating on my guts, then lower and lower, until I felt I was about to lose it. The same was for Em, because he began to restlessly thrust in my mouth and groan wilder...we went wilder...and then...we both came bloody hard and long, moaning and crying around each other, trembling and sweating, hot and lost. I let go of him only when he slumped back completely, breathing hard and loud, me already spent for the world changing orgasm.

I sprawled long on him and felt my chest rising and lowering in long and heavy breaths, my heart still beating fast. Emmett was caressing my legs. None of us said a word, because there wasn't much to say; we both fucking loved it.

Then he pushed himself up and, grabbing one of my thighs, he flipped me on my back. My eyes met his and they were burning with that butterscotch greenish crazy light and I knew now he would go totally wild on me. He crawled over me and towered me with his incredibly hot and sturdy body, so mouth watering, so fecking hard and strong. My fingers went on his biceps and studied the line of his muscles, making them flex under my touch, making this impossibly handsome man hiss in want for me.

"Brat, I wanted to fuck the brain out of you since you made me jerk myself at the phone, hearing your moans..." He murmured, incensing me and my lust with his glare.

"I want you so bloody much." I exhaled, feeling his hands stroking my sides gently and growing more possessive when they reached my hips.

In one fast and swift move, his usual scaring fast and crazy moves, his hands slipped on my thighs, thrust them apart completely and pulled them and my ass on his thighs; he smirked like his usual egotistic and full of himself smirk and shoved his huge and pulsing member inside me in one thrust.

"Ahhh...fuck....that's bloody deep.." I cried out, throwing my head back and fisting the sheets for dear life.

"You feel so hot and amazing..ahhh.." Em groaned and slammed back again, hard and filling me completely.

I peeked at him and his eyes were ajar lost in want and pleasure, standing glorious on his hells and knees, while his hands commanded my hips at his own pace, a crazy hard and intense pace. He wasn't thrusting very fast, actually rather slowly, but bloody hell, every thrust was deep and hard, and would hit my undoing spot and then grind inside controlling and dominating, having my hole and walls squirm and in want to swallow him even deeper.

Having sex with Emmett was something that went beyond words. It was everything in one thing; the intensity and passion were life-threatening, so crazy they were. He was so overpowering and amazing...the best ever. Not even the best. Emmett was, as he liked to call me, unique. I even loved his arrogant and wanting to rule side, because it made me feel desired, safe, having to worry about nothing, because he was taking care of everything.

I couldn't contain my moans, which came out in a shameless and lewd stream, telling him to go harder and take me the entire night. Fuck...he shoved more and restless; my back arched more and in that moment, his hands crept under it and clawed my shoulders, pulling me up in a sitting-straddling position, my legs widely spread over his strong thighs. Emmett was completely buried inside me and I was riding out of mind; I locked my hands behind his neck and rested my forehead on his. Our skins were hot and sleek with sweat; our breathing was heavy and feral.

"Shane...you're so tight and wet...sucking my cock so damn deep. C'mon, moan louder for me, I love to hear your lewd and lusting moans, they arouse me so fucking much.." He growled, pounding now harsher and faster.

I couldn't hold any of it and groaned louder.

"Oh yes...you're so sensual, the most erotic creature ever, so beautiful and now all mine..."

"You do like dirty talking, ha?" My voice was thick and trembling with insane lust and pleasure, sounding almost not even human.

"You have no idea...ahh...fuck, amazing brat..your ass is hot and lusting." His hands crawled down on my back and then hungrily grabbed me ass, fondling its cheeks possessively. "Hmm...."

"Em...fuck me harder.." I provoked with darker voice, licking the line from his neck to his lips.

"With pleasure."

He penetrated me so hard and deep that I clutched his hair to take it all, his rhythm increasing of intensity and speed, going faster and wilder, deeper and harder, with his hands still fondling and controlling my ass. I smashed my lips on his and my tongue found his, going crazy and hot; I felt more pleasure building inside me and so I went to reach for my shaft, but he growled very much annoyed. Emmett brought us both down, him on his back, and then told me to ride him. I wasn't exactly doing that, because he was still pounding his hips and dick crazily inside me, while his hand was firm on my ass and the other found my length and stroked it senseless.

I steadied my body placing my hands on his chest and followed his pace, taking him deeper; then went back kissing him, wanting to be one thing with this incredible man. Pleasure was now controlling me and so my body greedily and shamelessly grinded up and down, taking him deeper and thrusting faster in his hand.

Emmett kissed me harder and when he hit one more my undoing spot, I cried in his mouth, coming in bloody ecstasy and in a mess of senses and moans in his hand. Soon after, he reached his high in me, so hot and hard. I collapsed entirely on his chest, feeling more than just sexually sated and satisfied; I was also emotionally sated.

I felt now his fingers softly and tenderly caressing my back. Now we really were together. I lifted my head and he smiled at me.

"You know Shane? For you I'd gladly cross the threshold of hell. I mean it." He said with low and firm voice, his eyes glued on mine. He was serious, like that time in Galway and like that time, he left me speechless.

"Thanks.." I murmured on his lips. He chuckled and I snorted. Egotistic and full of himself tool; he knew how he was affecting me.

"Well, I'd do the same." I admitted and he shot me a bloody surprised look. He wasn't expecting that. "But guess we don't need it, cause Em, with you I honestly feel in some kind of heaven."

How sappy and corny sounded that? Couldn't give half bollocks, that's what I felt.

He didn't mind it, because he fused his lips and tongue with mine and kissed me for long and sweet minutes. This was one of the sweetest kiss we ever had; no lust or desire, only ardent tenderness. We pulled away to gaze at each other and soon our eyes grew darker, our breathing heavier. We stared more at each other in silence, feeling now the air getting ticker. Emmett rolled us over and nibbled my earlobe. Fuck, I was hard again.

"Brat..I want you again."

I went to answer, but the sound of something ringing loud stopped me. He groaned overly annoyed and cursed.

"What's this?" I asked not understanding, because it wasn't his phone.

"That's Skype; Alice is calling me." Bloody hell, was he pissed right now. "Off all moments she had to call now.."

"I want to talk to her again." He crooked his brows and then shook his head, sighing defeated.

"Fine, go answer her and I go wash a bit my face and put something on."

"Should I answer her naked?"

"Of course not." He stood up and went to look for something on a chair over his bed. He turned and tossed me a pair of shorts and boxers.

I pulled them on and eyed him walking stark naked to the door hungrily; he paused, waited for me and then pinned me against the doorframe.

"This doesn't mean it's over, I'll get you later.." He murmured on my ear, making me shudder in want. I was still bloody hard and lusting for him. I just hummed and then he let go, after quickly pecking my lips.

I went to his laptop, which was in the living room and answered the call; immediately a video turned on, the smiling and sunny face of his sister popped on the screen.

"Shane, what a surprise." She twitted, tilting her head and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Heya Alice, Emmett is coming in a moment." I mentally rolled my eyes; my voice was clearly still husky.

She eyed me curiously and then gasped, covering her mouth with a hand and faking embarrassment. She got us.

"Don't tell me I just interrupted something?" She grinned even more.

"No, no..." Goodness, this was embarrassing. She was his sister for fuck's sake. She just burst out laughing and shook her head, scrolling around her long golden hazel hair.

"Sorry about that, Shane. But tell me, how are you? Mett told me you're going to live together: that's simply awesome! But poor you sweetheart, my bro can be quite impossible sometimes."

EMMETT POV

I quickly washed my face and hands, not even caring how I looked; bet still craving and hungry. I tossed on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans hanging in the bathroom. When I walked back to the living room, Alice and Shane were talking and laughing together and you have no idea how it felt to stand there a moment and looked at them. I was so glad my sister liked Shane and that he liked her; I couldn't ask for more.

Then her words came back to me and reminded me she talked about a surprise, what could that be? Has she found someone, too?

Shane felt me and turned his head smiling, his beautiful liquid eyes shining like I never saw them; they were beaming and burning with melting joy. I think he was finally smoothing down all of his fears and barriers.

Alice saw me and smiled her usual warm and sunny smile, making me grin in response. Shane got up from the chair to make room for me, but I grabbed him back and sat him on my laps.

"Hey little mouse, how are you? What's the surprise you were talking about earlier?"

My sister's eyes tensed for an imperceptible moment and then went back to her usual self. What was that? I sure didn't miss it. She turned her head and motioned for someone to move closer to her and for some reason, I began to grow nervous and felt something gripping my throat and making me tense.

Who the hell was there with her?

Shane felt my tension and began to stroke my hair.

"Em? Relax, I'm here with you." He whispered in my ear. I immediately felt better, but the tension and nervous were still there, firmly gripping my throat and guts.

When the person showed his face on the screen, my eyes widened in shock and my hands grabbed Shane's waist tighter. My breath stopped and my mouth went immediately dry. That couldn't be possible. One thing was to read his message; another thing was to have to face him like this.

"Emmett my man, long time no see ya, dawg. How are ya?"

That was Jordan and he hasn't changed one bit in these past years.

I couldn't answer, I just stared at him and then at my sister. What the hell she had in mind? Why she didn't tell me anything first?

"Mett, chill down. I know what you are thinking now, but I didn't say anything right because I know you very well."

"Yo bro, just blame me, don't blame Alice. I just annoyed her to let me talk to ya, cause dawg, I miss ya." I kept staring at the screen, not able to snap out of it. He saw that and simply smiled at me. He was smiling at me. Jordan then turned his attention to Shane. "Ya must me Shane, right?"

"Right and you must be Jordan." His voice was challenging and slightly protective. He was staring at the screen at his usual and best cocky self, but he was also ready to reap heads off. Shane was being defensive for me.

Immediately my tension washed away and I softly chuckled. This brat was indeed unique.

"Hey Jordan, long time no see you." Words finally found their way and a genuine and happy smile grew on my best friend's face. God, I realized now how much I missed my best friend in these past years. Shane peeked at me and seeing me now calm, he relaxed and shot me his usual provoking and dark smirk.

"Jordan. Meet Shane, he's my man, my... boyfriend." The brat gasped at my bluntness and saw my friend doing the same. Clearly Alice told him something, but sure he wasn't expecting this much. Well, no more running away and being a pathetic coward. "Shane, that's Jordan, my best friend and the best teammate ever."

My sister grinned wider and winked at me. Yeah, she knew me very well and I understood now why she didn't say anything and I was honestly grateful for that. Seeing again my best friend and hearing him saying he missed me, was indeed a surprise.

"Wow, so it's true you changed side, bro." He joked. "Yo Shane, be careful, the guy here is quite a lady killer and player."

Shane stiffened a bit, but I pulled him closer and tighter and stroked my nose on his cheek.

"Not anymore, Jordan. Not anymore."

My friend laughed out of his ass, not making fun of me, but simply in an overly good mood.

"Can't wait to see you, Emmett and kick yar sorry white ass for not keeping in touch for this long."

"What?"

"Ops...Sorry Alice."

I looked at them not understanding what the hell was going on.

"Oh yes, Metty bro. The real surprise is another one." She giggled and my friend chuckled, trying hard to restrain his loud laugh. What was going on here? "In two weeks I have spring break and Jordan and I are coming to Dublin to see you."

They both looked at me grinning like two idiots.

"You're coming...what?" I snapped.

Shane began to chuckle with them and I snorted annoyed. How dared they to make fun of me? I'll make the brat pay later.

"We are coming there, dawg and can't honestly wait to see ya. Shane, you play basket?"

"No, just soccer."

"Well, get the arrogant and I-am-the-best master over there teach you something, so we can play few minutes together." They both burst out laughing and Shane turned back looking at me clearly amused.

"So, amn't the only one calling you arrogant tool."

I snorted annoyed and glared at them all slightly irritated. My old self wasn't very good at allowing people laughing at me, even though they weren't exactly making fun of me. I knew I was considered back then an arrogant bastard, but I had the right to be that.

"You bet. He was well known for that and his huge ego, but hey, he's the best out there." Jordan said, shaking his head still laughing.

"I was the best." I corrected him. My friend stopped laughing and stared at me serious.

"Man, just because your knee is fucked up and you don't play anymore doesn't mean ya're not anymore the best. You still are the best." The faith and trust he had in me were priceless and for the first time in long pathetic years, I felt I could finally face again my best friend, knowing he never let go of me.

I didn't say anything, just smirked my usual old challenging smirk and hugged Shane's waist tighter, possessive and wanting to feel him close to me, to feel his smooth and warm skin on mine; he snuggled in my arms and whispered quietly, only for me to hear.

"I knew you are the best, Em. For me, you are the best in everything."

Author's chit-chat:

What do think now? Did you see that coming?

Well, as you can see Emmett finally solved the question about Shane living with him and I think he did in his typical way, but it was perfect for them!

ATTENTION: About ENNA and ROMAN, when this story will be completed, I plan on writing a short spin off about them :-)