Here is 3rd and last part of ch. 15 and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as you did with part 2, though this one is sweeter.. Glad you liked that part, anyway ;-)

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Yeah, to answer some comments, Emmett is quite the aggressive type, because that suits his attitude and character, even though Shane as well is the wild and shameless type ;-) They match each other personalities.

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On the right a pic of the cliff of Moher

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SHANE POV

I felt the sheets slightly move and the mattress shift a bit. I was still sleepy and didn’t want to open my eyes. Then I heard in distance the feeble sound of the sea and the shrieking of the seagulls. It wasn’t a dream, I was really here in Galway with Emmett and last night he had bloody destroyed me. Hmm...yep, I could feel it in me back and ass. The mattress and sheets shifted again. I snuggled closer to my pillow and felt a strong and warm arm wrapping my waist and pulling me closer to a muscular and hard chest. It was Emmett’s arm. I turned around, still half sleeping, and buried my face in his collarbone.

Bloody hell, he smelled so good.

I heard him softly chuckle and then hugged me tighter. I didn’t want to get up, I didn’t want to leave this bed and his arms and get back to real life. Could I stay forever like this?

Emmett slowly combed my hair, sure to be a bloody mess. Well, he was responsible for that, if you know what I mean. He almost shocked me last night. The hell, he bloody shocked me last night. Emmett was indeed a wild animal in bed. I wasn’t joking when I said he had been the best and the wildest, that was the fecking truth.

A thought crossed my mind and I automatically jerked open my eyes to look at him.

“Hey, morning Shane.” His voice was low and calm, but soft and tender. “How do you feel?” He studied my face and arched his eyebrows waiting for my reply. Guess he meant how I physically felt, after last night.

“Morning.” I bit his neck and then slowly licked the spot. He softly groaned and tightened his grip on me. “I feel great, well, maybe my back and ass are a bit stiff, hell, they’re bloody stiff, but I still feel great.”

Before I remembered what I asked him last night, not to leave me and to not let go of me. Emmett said he wouldn’t leave me and had promised that. For a moment, when I opened my eyes, I thought it was all in my dreams, but when I crossed his butterscotch and deep green-hazel eyes, I knew he really said that.

A gentle breeze entered from the window and brought with it the salty smell of the sea.

“You opened the window?” I asked hearing my voice was still somehow sleepy and lazy.

“I thought you might like the sound of the water and of the seagulls.”

A smiled formed on my face and I couldn’t give half bollocks if I sounded sappy and sugary for what I said.

“Thanks Emmett, sometimes you can be incredibly sweet.” He didn’t mind that, because he chuckled and brushed my forehead with his strong and full lips.

Bloody hell, I was already hot for him.

“Well, I can’t be all the time an arrogant and full of myself tool, right? I guess that’s how you called me last night.” He didn’t sound pissed or annoyed, he was actually genuinely pleased and amused.

What a strange sham was Emmett.

“Do you want to have breakfast here or somewhere else? If you want to have it somewhere else I need to let it know to Anne, because I think she will prepare it for us.” He said, still brushing my hair.

“I don’t mind having breakfast here. I’m actually bloody hungry.” I groaned. “Until what time we can have breakfast?”

“Until ten, which means we have to move our ass.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s almost nine.”

We took a record-time shower, not together, because Emmett had been bloody right last night: it was impossible to fit that small shower in two, especially considering how tall and bulky was he.

While he showered I tried to look for something decent to wear, given how always fecking hot and classy he looked; but my clothes were really lame and worn out. Whatever, who gives bollocks about that. I simply threw back my old jeans and a blue polo shirt with long sleeves. No need to tell you that when Em walked out of the bathroom with his hair still slightly wet, his cologne wrapping around me and wearing just tight boxers, I felt my jeans growing stiff. I was darn aroused and felt my mouth water.

He saw my look and he simply smirked.

Egotistic and arrogant tool.

He dressed with another pair of dark jeans, a white fit t-shirt and over it, he wore an army green sweater, leaving the buttons at the collar open. He brushed dry his hair with a towel and fixed them with a bit of gel. He looked bloody handsome and he was mine. I felt a fit of pride and joy wrapping my guts, making my blood boils.

Emmett had been clear last night: he was mine.

I went to open the door, but with one hand, Emmett closed it back and with the other turned me to face him. I gulped, again those burning and craving for control eyes.

“My good morning kiss, brat.” He murmured on my ear, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. I suppressed a moan and let my hands run over his chest, fisting his sweater.

When he moved his lips on mine and licked them bloody slowly and hard, I couldn’t suppress the second moan and he took advantage of it, darting his tongue inside. He immediately took control and dominance, rubbing mine hardly and pressing me against the door with his body. I was about to lose my bloody mind here, if you know what I mean. Emmett deepened and hardened the kiss and I couldn’t help my grinding against him. Another moan escaped my mouth and resounded in his when I felt his growing shaft. He groaned low in his throat and pressed harder against me, his other hand now on my ass; my hands now locked around his back, pulling him closer.

He bloody liked my ass, I knew it.

Our tongues melted and twirled together for other few long and hot minutes and then we pulled apart at the same time.

“Hmm, better now.” He mused, smirking in his usual self-confident smile. “Breakfast?”

I exhaled to calm and cool down.

“Breakfast.” I agreed and so did my stomach.

The dining room was your typical Irish b&b breakfast room. Five tables nicely arranged and placed in the room, the walls were painted in soft, but colourful tones and the window had white curtain and vases of daffodils and other flowers on them. I spotted also a fireplace, but it wasn’t working now, it wasn’t that cold.

As soon as we entered the room, I felt eyes shamelessly staring at us and following until we reached our table. Emmett seemed unaffected by that, because he casually touched my arm and grabbed it to guide me there. He smirked and winked at me and we sat down. Anne popped up from the kitchen and walked towards us with a blooming and warm smile; she seemed happy to see us together and I couldn’t understand the bloody reason for that.

“Good morning Shane, good morning Emmett. How did you sleep, did you like the view?” I stared at her in bloody disbelieve. She clearly didn’t give bollocks Em and me were together.

“We slept very well.” He answered with a complete calm and natural voice. Show off. Well, I did sleep indeed well, I mean, I was deadly exhausted.

She looked at me and smiled more warmly, with a questioning expression on her face. Fecking hell, I wished a woman like this would be my relative and not those stinky knackers.

“Yes, I liked the view and to hear the sound of sea.” I mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed at the idea she might have heard us. We haven’t been exactly quiet and subtle last night, if you know what I mean.

“I am happy to hear that. Now, what would you prefer for breakfast? Irish, continental or a bit of both?”

“I’d say a bit of both, if that is not an inconvenience for you, Anne. I am honestly hungry and the aroma coming from the kitchen is really inviting.” Emmett could be so bloody charming that I found myself staring at him with wide eyes.

“That is no problem for me.” She smiled another time and brushed back her ginger hair. “Would you prefer tea or coffee?”

“Coffee.” Emmett and I said at the same time, for then laughing at each other. Anne looked at us with motherly expression and smiled sweetly.

“I’ll bring coffee immediately and if you want, you have cereals and milk over that table.” She pointed a table next to the kitchen door and then she went to take coffee for us and then walked back in the kitchen.

A couple of around fifty sitting beside our table kept staring at us without much bothering to cover it. I always bloody hated when people wouldn’t mind their own fecking business and when they felt entitled to judge. For all I cared, they could all burn in hell. I shot them a crooked glare and when our eyes met, they looked away.

Bloody tools.

I shifted a bit uncomfortable on my chair and Emmett took my hand.

“What’s up, Shane?” He asked with soft and low voice. He studied my face searching for something and then smirked. “They probably heard us last night. No need to feel shy, sexy ass; that was amazing.” He had entwined his fingers with mine and I simply stared at him in disbelieve.

The hell? Was this man in front of me the same person I met two weeks ago? Goodness, I loved this new and playful side of him.

Then his words registered in me brain. He called me “sexy ass”. Bloody hell, I knew he liked my ass, he told me so and plus he would always admire it, touch it and grab it. Class, now I was getting hard just thinking about that. I chuckled and he winked at me. I didn’t think he would be the type of person to call his lover with pet names and so wasn’t I. Well, never really had a proper lover; mostly were only fuck-buddies. But the fact he called me “sexy ass” somehow made my heart leap few times.

“That should make me feel better?” I whispered back.

“Shane, don’t tell me you’re shy or anything of the sort, because I wouldn’t believe you. You’re anything, but shy.” He smirked again that arrogant and I-am-the-bloody-best smirk and his lips looked even more tempting.

“Well, you weren’t shy either last night. Bloody hell, you even like talking dirty.”

That had been quite a revelation, because I never thought he would be someone liking to say dirty and naughty things while having sex, but he bloody was. And that was fecking and deadly arousing.

He leaned forward, getting closer to me, so that no one would hear his words. I could see how the couple beside us was eyeing Emmett and me. Couldn’t give half bollocks right now, because I was completely absorbed in Em’ presence and aura.

“Shane, that’s how you affect me. Last night was only the beginning, brat.” I gulped, feeling suddenly fecking hot and stunned.

That was only the beginning?

Bloody hell, bring it on, sham. I loved that and I was craving for more.

“Same for me, sham.” I said, provoking and challenging him with a cocky and enticing glance, knowing how that worked on him.

Emmett’s eyes blazed fiercely.

“I see...interesting.” He murmured, thinking about something. Hell if I knew what that was.

Anne came back with our breakfast and I melted on the spot when a whiff of bacon, eggs, sausages, toasted bread and muffins hit me. My stomach grumbled famished and I eyed everything like a starving dog. The problem with me was that I couldn’t easily and often eat real good and delicious food; most of the time I would gulp down crappy things and stand my aunt’s cooking, which was bloody awful. Therefore, I was bloody craving for decent food most of the time and discovering Emmett could cook well, damn, that was fecking awesome.

Emmett told me to get the muffins; he wasn’t crazy about them and in general about sweets. No complaining, sham.

I tried to look civil while I attacked my plate and forked the sausages with the scramble eggs, but it wasn’t an easy task. Em enjoyed his breakfast as well and sipped his coffee from time to time.

A jolt of sudden fear painfully fisted my guts and throat. Will he really never leave me? Should I bloody think that was possible? I munched and swallowed down my eggs and then devoured the muffin, trying to suppress these bloody depressing thoughts. It was mental to think about that now.

“How is it? Do you like it?” Em asked me, forking some bacon.

“Love it. I was so hungry!” I munched out, while swallowing a big chunk of toasted bread with butter.

“You like almost everything, right? You never complain or whine about not liking something.” Bet that would piss him off.

“Well, I told you. Me aunt isn’t quite the chef and she only makes fisher fingers, smashed potatoes and some horrible and soggy pasta that you would eat only when desperate.” I grimaced at the thought of that. It was a block of overly cooked pasta mixed with some cheap tomato sauce and cheddar cheese...bloody hell, as I said, you could eat it only out of fecking desperation.

“I see, you told me that already. Well, I’ll try to cook something else aside spaghetti and steaks.” He held a strange tone in saying that, but then he simply casted a smile and we continued with the rest of the breakfast.

Once we were done, Anne magically appeared from the kitchen and kept us company talking a bit about nice places to visit around Galway. Well, Emmett already told me he wanted to go and see the cliffs of Moher.

“I hope you enjoyed your breakfast.” She mused, tilting her head to the side and looking like a kind and doting mother should look. I almost let out a sigh. Me bloody mother never looked like that. I felt Emmett stiffening beside me, but I didn’t understand the reason.

“It was super yummy.” I told her, smiling wide in response. I was starting to like this welcoming and gentle woman.

“What are your plans for today?”

“We want to see the cliffs of Moher, neither of us ever saw them.” Explained Em, now sliding his hand on the small of my back.

I took a silent gush of air, because this was so bloody new from him and I knew I fecking liked it too much for my own good.

“You’re very lucky today with the weather.” She chirped and smiled widely. “I let you go then and wish you a pleasant day, I’ll see you later.”

“Thank you, Anne. Have a nice day you, too.” Said politely this super self-confident man.

“Later, Anne.” I wasn’t very good with the nice and bloody polite talk, but I earned a sunny smile from her and a motherly pinch on my cheek.

Emmett masked his laughed at my expression with a muffled chuckled and I took mental note to be the one to make him pay back. Ha.

We walked back to our room and went to brush my teeth, then back to take my wind jacket; Emmett did the same and we walked to his SUV. Once inside, he turned on the GPS and programmed the direction, then turned on the radio and let play a CD of The Cranberries and I shifted my head knotting my brows.

“You like them?” I asked quite impressed.

“Yeah, why shouldn’t I?” He answered while he kept his eyes on the road.

“No, it’s just that I love them and it’s funny how you like them, too. Plus this CD is one of my favourite.”

Emmett slightly turned his head and grinned.

“This song is one of my favourite.” He said, pressing a button on the radio and skipping songs.

“Promises” lyrics and words filled the car and I found myself humming them, followed by Emmett, which began to sing. I grinned and sang along with him.

While the music played and Emmett drove, I gazed out of the window and drank the beautiful view of the coast and the western landscape. The sky was very bright today and completely clean and blue, the sun was actually blinding and I could feel its heat through the glasses; but I knew outside was bloody windy and not so warm. The green grass and the grey rocks shun brighter and they contrasted with the distant and far dark clouds looming the northern coast. It was Ireland sham, you couldn’t expect many days in a row of dazzling sun. Today we had been lucky indeed.

“Shane?”

“Hmm?”

“When is your birthday?” Em suddenly asked. I snapped my head at him to see if I really heard well. “What?” He asked, frowning at my expression.

“Nothing, it’s just strange you care about this stuff.” I sniggered playfully. He simply shot me a do-not-try-to-provoke-me-brat look and shook his head. Better to answer now, I wasn’t sure I was ready tonight for another payback like last night. At least not so wild and rough, even if I loved every second of it. “Well, my birthday will actually be next Saturday.”

“Next Saturday?” He grinned his best arrogant smile and then winked at me. “You’re not gonna be anymore a teenager brat.”

What a tool.

“When is your birthday?” I asked him back.

“Mine is on May, the fifth of May.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. He was a bloody Taurus, now I see why he was damn stubborn sometimes.

The GPS blurted something and Emmett pulled over his SUV and drove towards a parking lot.

“We are here.” He announced, pointing outside with his head. I was so absorbed in our conversation that I didn’t notice we reached the place.

Em parked the car and once he turned off the engine, I jumped out of it and ran around, wandering my eyes everywhere. Oh my goodness, it was breathtaking, and the wind was so strong and it blew the smell of the ocean, mixing it with the whiff of damp grass. I inhaled fully the air and I couldn’t help the moronic grin on my face. He walked towards me and then grabbed my sleeve.

“This way, brat.” He joked, dragging me along.

He wanted to see the O’Brien’s Tower and that place was bloody amazing. To reach it, we walked a path right on the cliff and we could hear the roar of the waves crushing against the tall and powerful rock. The wind and sprays of watered harshly brushed my face and hair and I fell like a free seagull flying high in that blue sky. I stopped suddenly and raced towards the border, minding to keep a safe distance. The wind today was bloody strong and I fecking didn’t fancy to fall down there.

The cliff was so tall and gigantic that it gives me a dazzling feeling and my head spun for a split of second. That was incredible. There the sound of the waves was even louder and it mastered down everything else. I felt Emmett right beside me securing my arm with his strong grip and pulling me a bit back.

“Don’t go too far, Shane. The wind is very strong today; I really would like to avoid having to jump after you down there.” He said that joking, but it didn’t matter to me, because I knew it was a joke to cover the truth.

“Would you really jump after me?” I asked with a challenging smirk, boring my eyes into his. Emmett pressed me against his body in a firm and protective hug.

“I would, brat.” He was serious about that.

No jokes here and in his tone, and that made me look down feeling suddenly shy. He lifted my chin with his index finger and then pecked my lips with a warm and soft kiss. My arms went around him and I buried my face in his jacket, simply listening to the wind and the Ocean, in his shielding embrace. We kept like this few minutes and it was a wonderful feeling.

“Do you want to take a couple of pictures?” Em mouthed on my hair.

“Do you have a camera?” I pulled back and stared at him.

“Nope, but my phone does.”

He had a smartass i-phone; I rolled my eyes. Class.

We took pictures of the landscape and sitting down, we capture the majesty of those high and mighty walls of dark rock being crushed by the Ocean. Bloody amazing. Then we reached the O’Brien’s Tower, a tower built right there at the top of the cliff, standing there alone and proud. We also visited the construction inside and made more pictures. After the tour, I ran over the border and when I turned to see where was Emmett I caught him taking a picture of me. He smirked and took another one.

“You looked really like a brat there.” He teased. His hair had been slightly messed by the wind and that gave him a very attractive and wild look. I still couldn’t believe that this man said I saw only his and that he was mine.

I jogged over him and stole a kiss. He didn’t protest, simply stole one back.

“Do you mind if we take one together?” I wasn’t sure the idea would please him very much, but he smiled.

“Sure.”

He looked around and when he spotted a person, he asked him to take a picture of us. He walked back and pulled me between his arms right in front of him, spooning my back with his broad chest. His chin rested on my head, his scent and cologne wrapping around me, and I smiled one of the most carefree and happy smile I have ever flashed. Emmett asked for another one and my smile grew wider.

We walked more and simply enjoyed the view and the salty and chilly air, exchanging few words and talking about random things. Then we found a nice place and sat down there on the green grass gazing at the Ocean and the slowly darkening horizon; the grey clouds menacing the northern coast were advancing gradually here. I leaned down and rested my head on Em’ laps, and his fingers began to stroke my messy hair.

“It’s beautiful here, I really like it.” He murmured with a quiet and relaxed voice. He was really enjoying the place. I hummed back in agreement. “I had no idea Ireland had such breath-taking landscape.”

“How long have you been living in Ireland?” I asked, realizing I didn’t know that correctly.

“About three years. I have always lived in Dublin and travelled very little, have to admit.” His voice sounded slightly distant and melancholic, but I knew now why.

I pushed myself up and drew his mouth on mine, immediately taking control over the kiss. He growled in pleasure, clutched my hair harder pulling me closer, and his tongue drove me out of mind. We bloody made out there, with the sound of the Ocean and the crazy wind wrap filling the air around us. I didn’t feel any of that, I was lost in our hot and needing kiss.

“Maybe we could travel a bit more together...” I dared to propose, breathing on his warm and demanding lips.

“Hmm, sounds good to me, Shane.” Em murmured back.

We walked more around there and then decided to visit the Dungaree Castle on the way back to Galway. It was already late evening when we got back and both of us were starving, thus we left the SUV at the B&B and went for dinner.

That night we had another wild and rough session, but this time I took charge once and it was bloody insane to drive this god-like man out of mind with pleasure with my hands, mouth and body. I grew lewder and greedier, wanting more of him and wanting to drive him crazier and crazier. But that didn’t last the whole night, though. We begin more gently and more passionate this time, feeling closer to each other, feeling as if slowly our bond grew stronger and deeper. However, once he lost control over his wild and hot temper he turned again into that untamed and sexy animal and bloody hell, I loved it.

I bloody loved every second, touch, thrust, kiss, stroke, moan, and growl...everything.

Emmett and I both slumped back completely exhausted, breathing hard and feeling completely satisfied. I rolled on the side and he did the same.

“Your cocky and rebellious side is something I do really like in bed, Shane.” Emmett ran his hand over my arm, his voice still sounding husky and lusting.

Hearing that boasted my pride and happiness ... and desire.

“You already know what I think of your arrogant, over confident and wanting to be in charge side.” I murmured on his neck, nuzzling nonchalantly with my nose. He growled low in his throat enjoying hearing that.

I felt my eyelids getting heavier and soon I felt sleep taking over me. Emmett pulled over us the covers and wished me good night with a kiss on my forehead. I wasn’t sure if I answered back, because I soon drifted in a serene and peaceful sleep, feeling his reassuring arms around me.

Author's chit-chat:

Did you like the view and landscape? Those places are breath-taking.

Next chapter...well...going back to reality and what will happen?

Someone, Azer90, asked me about Alice and honey, you bloody read my mind...amazing! So, I'll just say this: soon we'll have more of Emmett's sister :-)