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EMMETT POV

Shane had a complete shocked expression, he clearly didn’t expect that. Was that so strange for him? I realized this morning, when I talked to Alice, that I wanted to know what my sister thought about me going out with a guy that younger than me. I mean, it was quite a shock for me realizing how much I was attracted to a guy. I wanted to talk about that with Al. Not because I needed her blessing me or anything of the sort, I wasn’t someone that would follow what people tell me to do, but simply because she was my beloved little sister.

“Shane, take your time, I’ll answer in the meanwhile.” I was actually having fun in seeing his usual cocky and arrogant face looking that taken aback.

He just nodded.

I went to my laptop and clicked to answer and Alice’s happy and smiling face appeared on the screen.

“Mett, brother, what took you so long to answer?”

“Sorry, Alice, I’m not alone, that’s why.”

She narrowed her eyes searching my face for any sign of intention of kidding her, because she clearly didn’t believe me.

“Emmett, you’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Alice, c’mon, I told you this morning I met someone.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” She smiled and then made a super silly awing face. “So, is she there?”

“Yes.”

“So it’s really true, oh my God, I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am for you, bro, I was afraid you would never decide to finally see someone else.”

“Al, just relax, will ya?” I snorted at her crazy eardrums’ drilling shouts of happiness. Enough was enough.

Shane had moved from the spot where he was standing and softly drifted towards me, with a very hesitant and nervous walk. I could tell from his face that he was uncertain on what to do. He didn’t make it to me, but stopped before, and I honestly didn’t understand the reason. Was it because of what he told last night? That he was scared of feeling happy? Maybe meeting my sister scared him. But Alice was incredible, she was an angel just like Enna. I’m sure she’ll like Shane at first.

“Mett, did you call or not Jordan? Because he contacted me again, I mean, he really misses you.”

I sighed. I haven’t explained yet everything to Shane. Actually, he knew almost nothing about me.

“I will write him back later, I promise. Ok?”

“Ok. Sorry, I don’t want to bug you and I know you hate that, but he really cares for you and I know you’ll be happy after talking to him.”

I wasn’t sure about that, about being happy, but I didn’t feel like arguing with Al, she could be really stubborn sometimes. Well, it was thanks to her stubbornness that she literally pulled my head out of that dirty hole and cleaned me completely. So maybe she was right this time as well.

“Hey little mouse, why don’t you tell me how is college going?”

She smiled wide and I knew at first that things were going well. She flicked her golden hazel hair around, turning around on her chair, and then fished something from behind her. She stuck a paper on the screen showing a red and big A+. Her face beamed with proud and joy. I was really happy for her and I was happy she decided to follow her own path and didn’t listen to our parents.

“Congrats, Alice. I see it’s also your favourite subject.”

“Thanks bro” She showed back her face and put down the paper, then smiled in a teasing way and I knew what she wanted now. “Now, can I meet this mysterious person or not? I will begin to think you’re tricking me...”

I snorted and shook my head. She giggled at my poor temper. I turned and looked at Shane and stretched my arm and hand at him, tilting my head as to say to come over. He hesitated and then walked beside me with a loud sigh. I pulled him down on my laps. He gasped surprised and shot me a confused look.

“Alice, this is Shane.”

My sister looked at me a bit confused and clearly not understanding the situation, then looked at Shane through the webcam and literally scanned every single particular of his face. Don’t get the wrong impression, she wasn’t an idiotic judgemental person, but she liked to observe person and from her look and eyes I could tell she was impressed and something about Shane caught her attention and interest. That’s why she didn’t say anything for few seconds.

“Em, maybe it wasn’t a good idea...” He whispered to me, his flicking jaded nervous sparks.

“Relax, Shane, ok?” I squeezed his arm and smiled softly.

“Shane?” Alice finally spoke.

“Yes, that’s me and you’re Alice, right?”

 He wasn’t even seeing my sister, he was still too tense and nervous.

“Yeah, that’s me.” She cheered. “Shane, you’re absolutely hot and gorgeous. Are you some sort of model?”

“What?” He blurted, turning to look at me even more confused.

I began to laugh quite loudly, because my sister was really straightforward and couldn’t hold very much what she thought. And the fact she loved photography and art made her look at people with the artistic eye and I knew something about Shane had her attention.

“He’s not Alice.”

“But Mett, I thought you met a girl and it’s a friend you meant.” She sounded a bit disappointed, but then smiled again. Shane stiffened a bit on my laps. I knew he didn’t like to be considered only friend and have to say, it didn’t bother me, it made me feel even more in power. Strange, isn’t it? “Well, I’m still happy and he’s a hottie.”

“Alice, Shane isn’t exactly my friend.” I didn’t want to throw the news directly on her face, I first wanted to test the ground first.

“He’s not exactly a friend? So...”

She studied my face, then knotted her eyebrows in a reflecting expression and tapped her dimples with her index fingers. Yeah, she had dimples even without laughing or smiling. She had a naturally happy face. Then she looked at me again and at Shane and back. She narrowed her eyes and then widened them; she probably thought about something, but it was clearly impossible for her to believe it.

Ok, it was time to tell her.

I had enough fun and Shane was shifting even more uneasy and uncomfortable on my legs.

“Alice, Shane and I are going out together; so no girl, but a guy, Shane.”

“Is this a joke, brother?” She arched an eyebrow and twisted her nose like a little mouse, waiting for my answer.

“No, I’m serious.”

She studied me with intense and searching eyes and then looked again at Shane. She wasn’t shocked or upset or anything, she was simply studying me. Which was normal. She knew me well and knew how I used to be, and here I was, announcing I was going out with a guy. Well, she had all the rights to be shocked, especially after all the times she told me I was behaving like an asshole with girls and she was amazed how they would keep standing my way of playing with them. She was right about that, though. I did really behave badly in the past.

“Yes, you’re serious very much, I can tell it from your expression.” She studied again Shane, who was now completely still and silent.

Then she cracked the hugest smile I have ever seen on her sunny face.

“Oh my God, Mett!! You’re actually gay!! I have a gay brother, how cool is that? And I like your ... your what? What is it Shane for you now? Never mind, Shane, please be patient with my brother, he can be a real arrogant and stubborn asshole, but he’s an amazing person.”

Shane literally melted at those words and slumped against my chest relaxing, taking a big breathe of relieve. What a joke, the devilish and cocky teaser was nervous and now finally releasing the tension.

“Tell me about it, bloody hell.” Shane exhaled, snorting at me. Alice cracked another huge smile and started to giggle. “He is such an arrogant and overconfident tool, sometimes.”

“I know, you’re absolutely right. By the way, I love your accent.”

“Thanks, Em doesn’t always like it, he says can’t understand everything when I get pissed.”

“Mett, what did you do to annoy Shane? Oh let me guess, you just went on your best arrogant and I-am-the-best mood, I bet it.”

“Bloody hell, how do you know?”

“Hey, let’s drop it here, shall we?” I groaned, annoyed at those two. Shane chuckled and shifted a bit on the side, now putting his arm around my shoulders and playfully scratching my hair.

“See, what I was talking about, Shane? He cannot stand critiques, he’s over-competitive and so he’ll never let go a challenge, because nobody can challenge the great Emmett.” She was clearly teasing me and having fun at looking at my now annoyed and pissed face.

Shane chuckled and then glanced at me with his usual provoking and cocky smirk, that dark and restless light blazing in the back of his liquid eyes.

“But provoking him is actually bloody interesting...”  The little devil insinuated.

Well, another thing on the payback list. The list was getting longer...I might enjoy myself very much this weekend.

Now it was me smirking evilly and dark. Shane picked my shift of mood immediately and his dark smirk darkened even more. In some things, we were very much alike.

“Is it?” Don’t even want to describe their smirks, honestly. And I sure will not discuss with my sister my sexual life, that’s a given.

“By the way, Alice. I’m not gay.” I said out of the blue, to distract her train of thoughts. She snapped back her attention to me.

“What? How is that possible? You just told me you are going out with this hottie here.”

I shook my head and exhaled. No wonder she’s always been consider the black sheep of the family, but that’s the reason I love her that much and that’s the reason she’s my angel.

“Shane is my only exception, I even don’t see other guys in this way.”

“That’s true, I think I know you pretty well.”

“You do.”

“Why don’t you go and make yourself a coffee so I can talk a bit with Shane?”

I knew it; she wanted to interrogate him about me and probably other stuff. She wasn’t exactly subtle in her things, but she sure was the sweetest and most sensitive person on this world. And very strong-minded, this I tested on myself. I wasn’t sure though Shane was ready to face her alone.

“Alice, maybe another time, ok?”

“Nah, it’s grand Em, I’d like a cup of coffee, too.”

I snapped my head at him. He was fine with that? I shot him a look as to ask if he really was fine and what the hell he had in mind, but he just smirked his usual cocky smirk that goes perfectly under your skin and his eyes blazed liquid.

I think he liked Alice, too. He probably saw something in Alice that attracted his attention, his curiosity. I could tell that.

“Fine, I’ll let the two of you badmouth me as much as you want.”

Shane grinned and so did Alice. What a couple of troublemakers.

I went in the kitchen, and made a coffee and then eyed the cake we obviously didn’t finish and everything Shane told me came back to me once again.

I passed my hand in my hair and leaned against the fridge, thinking about what he said, about his past, his horrible experience, about what he asked me to. No pitying, not staying with him because I felt sorry. I did feel sorry for him. No. That wasn’t correct. I felt anger and loath for what his family had put he through, for what the other people had done to him. Just thinking about that..that..monster that basically abused a young kid of 14 years was enough to make me want to hunt him down and erase him for good from here.

God, now I understand even more what that arrogant bastard meant last night. God, as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. He was completely right on acting the way he did; he saw himself what had happened to Shane and what he had almost risked to become. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

I growled and clenched my fists very tightly, almost fracturing my own knuckles. I took a deep breath and put the kettle on the stove.

No, I didn’t pity Shane, I didn’t feel sorry for him.

I just wanted to give him something.

“Fuck...” I hissed at myself.

I just realized that I honestly wanted to give to that brat something. He needed it like air. And not because of what happened in his past; well, partially because of that, because it was damn sure I really had to be careful now. I couldn’t simply go around and act like I usual do, my usual empty, dry, distant and coward self. No. That wouldn’t do it. And I couldn’t even think about hurting him another time, letting him down and harmed and betrayed again.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I was myself a mess of a man.

Man up, you pathetic coward. Is this the real Emmett that is talking?  I don’t  think so, this is just a disgusting and lame excuse of the real Emmett Johnson.

What a joke I was. Yes, I dwelled so much in these past three years in my problems and in my loss that I didn’t realize what I became. Even more egoistic and self-centred than I was years ago. And this selfishness was worse, way worse, because it was the selfishness of a pathetic coward. Disgusting.

Now I see.

That’s why him.

Because he finally opened my eyes.

Now no more running Emmett; now it was time to face ahead and straight and fight.

When did it all start? When? The first time I saw him in the park, looking far away and lost in some distant and painful thoughts? When he punched me? When the hell did it start? I growled at myself, so annoyed, my mind now coming back and telling me what a huge pathetic man I was and what an incredible mistake was to let Shane in my world.

“Shut up.” I groaned and smashed my punch on the fridge.

Now it was time to begin to make things right, Emmett.

Shane looked at me from the doorframe with a questioning and preoccupied expression, his eyes roaming my face and my punch, still sunk in the fridge.

“Is everything ok, Emmett?” His voice was uncertain, he clearly still was slightly afraid of my impulsive, controlling and aggressive self. Well, I didn’t help much in the matter. I let go of my punch and masked a soft smile, which probably looked like a grimace, given the way he eyed me.

“Everything is ok, really. I just remembered something.” And that was partially true.

Shane scanned me with piercing ocean green gaze, kept his eyes on mine, silent, and still. I took a deep breath and covered the distance between us, brushed his dark-blonde hair, still staring at his eyes and then cracked another smile, this time probably better. I leaned down on his lips and pressed mine on his, a simple reassuring gesture.

“Didn’t mean to distract you from Alice.” I joked. He pressed his mouth back to mine, a bit more fervently and his hands grabbed my arms.

“You’re a strange lad, Em, But that’s why I like you.” He murmured and then left to go back to Skype and Alice.

Brat, I thought, going back to my coffee.

SHANE POV

I thought Emmett had gone out of his bloody mind. I mean, meeting his sister? Was he retarded or what? I mean, meeting his sister? What if she told him that it was bloody wrong and disgusting to be with another man and to boot it, ten fecking years younger than him? Wait, wait a bloody moment.

We are talking about Emmett, a lad that could turn in such an arrogant, scary, controlling and stubborn bastard, that I doubt he would even listen to other people. He was sometimes too full of himself and too confident to accept other people telling him what was wrong and what was right.

But again, what if I was wrong?

I fucking told him everything and he didn’t freak out, he didn’t run or anything. He hugged me and basically imposed me a weekend in Galway. You know what I mean? A bloody weekend in Galway with just him. Was that a date? What the hell it was?

I was confused at the moment and bloody scared to lose Emmett.

And, what if he’ll freak out tomorrow morning and kick me out? No, stop it, tool. Just bloody stop it. Didn’t you hear what he told you? What he promised you? I had no idea why I trusted Emmett so much, because I really met him few days ago, if you know what I mean; but I did. He reminded me of Roman, but in a different way. Roman was my friend, he was my family. Emmett...bloody hell, I liked Emmett, very much liked him. Too much, for my own good. So it was normal for me to be scared and now fear to lose him.

I took few steps in his direction and when he stretched out his hand, I looked at that.

Who was I kidding here? I knew it. I was falling for him, falling very hard and that scared me even fecking more.

He pulled me on his lap and told his sister, which I still hadn’t really looked at, that we were going out together, that he was serious and it wasn’t a damn joke. His sister, Alice, studied him and then me, and then him back again.

And then ... bloody hell.

She was genuinely happy for her brother and couldn’t give bollocks he was going out with a guy. Did I even hear well?

Alice was different from Emmett, but similar in some aspects, which I don’t even know how to explain. They seemed both strong-minded and stubborn and they had similar eyes, but Alice’s eyes were sweet and sunny pearls, while Emmett’s very blazing and flashing fires, sometimes scaring for their bloody intensity and switch in moods. But he wasn’t a bastard, Emmett was actually a very caring person and that was a surprise, considering how we start off. He even thought he had to apologize for what happened last night and in the shower.

Has he lost his bollocks? I loved that, I bloody loved every single second of it. I didn’t feel used, dirty, disgusting or wrecked. I felt desired, wanted, hot, beautiful and cared for. Just like last night. I loved it and I loved his bloody insane way in bed; a bit scaring, gotta admit, but bloody hell, it was damn hot and arousing. Emmett wanted me for who I was, not because he thought I was something to use for his own pleasure. Emmett liked to be in control and in power, to rule as he pleased and he said that was egoistic. Well sham, I liked that.

Now I was here, talking to his sister. I knew she wanted to tell me something and I’d be lying if I were to say I wasn’t worry about it, but needed to hear her out. She truly cared for him and I still didn’t know what happened in his life.

“Shane, has he gone in the kitchen?”

“He’s in the kitchen. Have you already been here?”

“Yes, last year I visited him.”

Last year.

Bloody hell, it must be hard to see someone you love only once or maybe less in a year.

“Shane, sorry about this. I’m sure you’ll feel a bit awkward about me wanting to talk to you, but I just wanted a minute with you.”

She had a sweet and very beautiful smile, now that I actually saw her properly. Before, I was too nervous to see her. Her hair had the similar golden hazel shade of Emmett’s, but her were lighter. Her eyes didn’t have that green circle, but still similar. You could tell at first they were related.

“It’s grand.”

“I ... I...” She bit her lip and then sighed, scratching her nose and then twisting it around like that witch used to do in that TV show. “I need to get straight to the point, because I’m really bad at making things less... straight. Shane, the fact he told me he has met someone and the fact he introduced you to me means a lot to him. But he hasn’t realized that himself, this I can tell it. I think he has still a long way to go, but I haven’t seen him that relaxed and smooth in so many years. How did you even...?”

“I guess I pissed him off and provoked him quite a lot.”

She widened her eyes and then laughed, shaking her long hair around in the hair.

“Now I see, you pressed immediately the right button. He used to live for challenges and damn if he were to pass them or lose them and he hated people not respecting him, because he loved too much be in charge and be the leader. I think he deeply still does.” She suddenly got serious and bored her eyes on mine. “I love my brother and it’s not my place to tell you his business, but please don’t take it as a joke, as a simple crush that can wash away in few weeks; if so, take the door and leave, because I can see you’re younger than him and even younger than me. How old are you?”

“Nineteen.” I said with clenching fists and teeth.

Why the bloody hell everyone assumed that because I was young, I had to be a bloody stupid and empty tool? That I simply thought of having fecking fun and fool around? I had me bollocks plenty of this shit. So I casted her a quite annoyed, and sure to be annoying, glare and snorted.

“You assume, from there, not knowing bullocks about me that because I’m a brat, I just want to waste time around? You know what? I have enough of this shit and if you want to know, I punched Em when he called me a spoilt brat at first. But he didn’t really think of that, he just said it to chase me away, because he was afraid. Emmett isn’t like all those knackered tools out there. Bloody hell, he calls me brat because he likes to tease me and because he’s an arrogant bastard, but I know he doesn’t think of me as a stupid and retarded punk, so...”

My rant, in a probably very hard northern Dublin accent, was stopped by her sudden fit of crazy laugh. Was she out of mind like her brother?

She kept laughing for a long while and then she bloody waved me off.

“Sorry Shane..” still giggling and laughing. “I am so bad at playing the bitchy sister’s card. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. Lord, I see why he has an interest in you, no kidding. You two are alike, but you’re not a whining old bag. You’ve got guts, baby, I like it.”

“What?”

“Sorry Shane, just wanted to provoke you a bit to see your reaction. I didn’t think you were a brat or anything, I can actually see you’ve had your fair share of hardness.”

I froze on the chair.

“Don’t freak out, I’m just good at seeing and understanding people, it’s also part of my loving art and photography, it helps me to see through the facade.”

“I see...”

“I liked how you talked about Mett, how you spoke out for him and for yourself. It’s good, honestly. Let’s Skype again, k?”

His sister had such a happy and sunny smile that bloody hell, you couldn’t argue with her.

“I don’t have a laptop or computer...” I admitted, quite embarrassed. Well, me folks barely provided me with food and some rugged and used clothes. The rest, I paid it myself and sure I had no enough money to waste in computers. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t ask or make tool-like comments, though.

“Well, handsome, I’m sure you’ll spend quite some time with my bro, so Skype me when you’re there, deal?”

I scratched my temple and then massaged it. She was almost giving me headache like her brother, Emmett. But Emmett was on a complete different level.

“Deal.”

Emmett and his sister talked another bit and I let them be; I gave them space, and just went in the kitchen and poured some milk and then eyed in the fridge the cheesecake. I felt my mouth water, but I didn’t want to behave like a rude and greedy twat, so I just sipped me milk. I sat on a tool chair at the kitchen counter and looked outside the window. It was very late and still raining. I put down the glass and relaxed my head on the counter, lost in some thoughts, in what Emmett told me before, in the way he cuddled me and at the idea of our weekend. If this was a bloody dream, I prayed our God to let me sleep forever. I felt still that fear, the fear to soon or later lose everything, for one bloody reason or another. But I kicked away and then felt my eyelids heavy.

I had a fecking long and tough day.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a dark room, Emmett’s bedroom, and I was wearing only my boxers. Right, he said he liked the feeling of my skin on his and he was pressing his hard and muscular chest against my back, one hand clutching my waist and chest.

He probably felt me moving, because I heard his soft chuckle.

“Who the hell falls asleep on a kitchen counter, while still holding a glass of milk?” He teased, rubbing my head with his chin.

“Shut up, sham. I was tired.” I grunted, but then laced my fingers with his. He squeezed them tighter. We kept silent for a while.

“I like your sister.” I murmured. I felt him hugging me stronger and pulling me even closer at him.

“She’s amazing.” He simply said and the way he said it implied she meant great deal for him, that she was an important person in his life and I could easily understand the reason. “I’m glad you liked her. Sorry for the sudden surprise, but I felt it was only right for you two to meet.”

I didn’t say anything, because for once, I had no idea what to utter. I turned around and faced him, staring at his beautiful face. Bloody hell, he was a tribute to masculine and fucking damning magnificence. I just looked at him and smiled, but I knew he understood me, because he smiled back.

“Do you have school tomorrow?” He asked, combing my hair. He liked to do that.

“Nope, they are still cleaning the mess, to have it ready for Monday.”

“I see.” His eyes glinted in a very taunting and dark light, and, had to admit, a bit scaring. “Then we can leave tomorrow after lunch.” The way he said it...fuck, something told me he would make me pay for the other night during this weekend.

I gulped silently, in a mix of excitement, anticipation, thrill and tiny intimidation. I had a taste of what he was capable of and how he was in bed. My mouth watered at that and my blood pulsed faster. He picked my change of breathing, because he claimed my lips avid and slipped his tongue in my mouth the moment a soft moan left it. Bloody hell, I wanted this man so damn much. He slipped his hand on down on my ass, grabbed it hard and slammed me against him. He was already hard. His tongue devoured and ravished my mouth and I suddenly found myself on my back, with Emmett looming over me, resting his weight on his elbows at each side of my face.

He leaned down and ran his nose on my neck, feeling the hot and firm skin of his chest pressing on mine, sending me already hard rock. I went to touch his back, but he pulled back from my neck and in a flash pinned my arms over my head. His eyes...bloody hell, just like last night.

“Don’t tempt me, Shane. We won’t be able to sleep otherwise, and you really need to sleep, especially thinking about tomorrow.” I gulped at his evil and sinful smirk, but I also moaned in arousing anticipation. I loved this side of him.

“I don’t think I will be able to sleep anyway, tonight...” I dared to provoke.

“I see...” He said, eyeing me with feral blazing eyes. “Should I help you to fall asleep tired and satisfied?”

My breathing deepened and I struggled with my arms to freed them, and touch his hair, his body, his muscles, but he held strong in place. My chest went up and down in heavy and excited breaths; my blood was pulsing loudly in my body and in my lower regions. Emmett was so fecking exciting. He smirked satisfied to see I was craving for him and his touch. Should it annoy me? I didn’t give bollocks, it was true, I was longing for his touch.

“So? What is it, brat?” He asked again, now studying my eyes with subtle enjoyment, as a cat enjoys taunting his prey. But fuck, this was damn hot.

“I want you.” He smirked more and let go of my hands, just to travel them down on my body, sending my skin on fire and then bending down on me.

Bloody hell, he was going down on me. I let out a groan of ecstasy just at seeing him looming down on me, just feeling his fingers pushing down my underwear. I instantly jerked up my hips, because I couldn’t control my movements. In his hands, I never could do it. He really had full control and power over my body and my pleasure, and damn, I loved it.

He looked up at me and casted me a sinful and dark glance, smirking like a predatory wolf and then, still looking at me, took my shaft in his hot and wet mouth. His tongue immediately brushed my length and I moaned immediately, not able to look away from him. I felt at once electric and overwhelming pleasure travel my entire body, making me shiver under Emmett’s swirls of tongue and strong sucking.

“Emmett...” I just panted, while he took me and rubbed me harder.

I thrust my hips up, moaning, and I felt his smirk. He sucked me deeper, and with one hand he stroked the tilt of my pulsing member and then other grabbed my thigh, strong and firm. His tongue twisted around more and the way it worked together with his lips was driving me insane. How the hell was possible for him to be so bloody amazing at that? I was a mess of moans and squirming, not giving half bullock how shameful and lustful I sounded.

I grabbed his hair and tried to led his head on my now riding hips, but he pulled them away, pinned them at the side, growling at the back of his throat.

Damn stubborn arrogant bastard.

He deep-throated me and then at the same time two of his fingers went up my back entrance. They invaded me hard and deep and then began to move in a crazy way.

“Fuck...ahh... ahh....” Now I was a bloody mess of pleasure and excitement. I arched my back and so my hips went up, my head in his pillow. I fisted the sheets with iron grip.

Emmett rubbed more his tongue on my shaft, his lips wrapped hot and wet around, bobbing up and down, following my trembling, following the aggressive pace of his fingers, three by now, attacking and deep scissoring my hole. I cried more in pure ecstasy when the tip of my cock hit the back of throat, when I heard him groan in pleasure of making me feel like that, of having complete control over me.

His mouth and fingers took me more and faster, they moved faster; one sucking and taking me deeper in his hot cave and then others ravishing my ass harder and more aggressive, until ... until I felt those bloody strong spasms of pleasure running and concentrating down on my stomach and then lower. I thrust up more.

“Emmett...I’m...” He didn’t care and took me deeper and faster, until I screamed again his name, clutching his hair probably painfully and coming bloody long and crazy.

My head and back fell down on the bed, my mouth open in heavy pants and breaths. I was bloody damn tired and spent, but as he said, totally satisfied.

Emmett, damn, he really was amazing at this. The best. But I wasn’t going to tell him, yet.

“Em” I breathed. “I think I’ll sleep the best sleep ever tonight...”

He chuckled and pulled himself up, hovering over me. His eyes were still blazing in their usual light. I went to kiss him, because I wanted to touch him, but he simply pecked my lips.

“Tonight it was only for you, brat.” He leaned beside me, pulled the warm duvet over us, and kissed me good night on my forehead. “Now sleep well, Shane.” He murmured with a soft voice.

“You’re a crazy and strange lad, know that?”

“But you like it and like me, right?”

“Right.” I rolled on my side and nuzzled against his warm and reassuring body. Emmett wrapped my back with his arm and pulled me closer.

It felt so good to be here with him, in his arms, inhaling his scent and perfume. I trailed random lines on his chest and slowly drifted in a peaceful and serene sleep.

Will I be able to go back to that hellhole, on Monday?

That bloody question popped in my head and bit my neck. I tightened my hug on him and tried to chase it away. I’ll think about it on Monday, now I just wanted to be happy with Emmett, even if it was only few days.

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