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EMMETT POV

I didn’t have their numbers, but I remembered where they lived, so I just drove there. I rang the door bell a couple of times and I was getting impatient and annoyed. They should be home at this time, shouldn’t they? I was about to leave, when the door opened and I heard a very musical and soft voice calling my name.

“Emmett? What a lovely surprise.” Enna twitted.

I turned back and almost gasped. Oh God, I had probably just interrupted them in the middle of something. Enna was wearing a pair of sweatpants, which clearly weren’t his, given how they clung on his waist too loose and comfy; aside those, he had nothing else and his hair were messy, his pale skin flushed and his lips redder than usual. I still wondered if Enna was a dude; I mean, he obviously was, but you got my point.

Argh, I so didn’t want to face that arrogant bastard in this particular moment, but I had to.

“Enna, evening, I’m sorry for coming at this time..” I didn’t know exactly what to say, so just dropped the fancy talks and went to the point. “Do you mind if I come in a minute? I need to ask you a couple of things about Shane.”

His face immediately changed and grew more serious and concerned. He took my arm with one of his skinny and pale hands and bored his dark blue eyes on mine.

“Is everything ok with Shane? Did something happen to him? Is he ok? Where is he now? It’s his family, isn’t it?” Wow...he came out with stream of questions one after another at an impressive speed.

“Everything is ok. Relax.” I knew it didn’t sound polite to say that, because he was only concerned about Shane, but when someone attacks me with billions of questions at once, well, it really annoys me. “I just need to ask you guys something about the agreement and arrangement with his family.”

“Oh, I understand now. Sorry Emmett, when I am worried, I tend to talk very fast and ask many questions in one breath.” He giggled and stepped aside to let me in.

“It’s ok, I understand you.” I smiled and then closed the door behind.

I heard that Roman guy calling his man from somewhere in the house.

“My angel, are you still at the door? Who the hell just interrupted us?” His voice didn’t sound too pleased and had that arrogant and dark note it had last week.

He walked to the corridor and I saw he was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. I wasn’t wrong the first time I met this bastard; he was indeed equipped with strong muscles and I noticed that the tattoo on his arm continued on his shoulder and on his chest. He had actually several different tattoos, but what caught my attention were a couple of stars he had on his knees. I knew what that meant and the way our glares crossed, he guessed my thoughts. The guy smirked like a wolf and then snorted.

“So, it was you. Is Shane ok?” He inquired quite unpleasantly. 

This guy really annoyed me and tickled dangerously my inner ego, but couldn’t deny he deeply and honestly cared for the brat.

“Don’t be rude, Roman. Emmett came here, because he needs to talk to us about Shane and Shane is fine.” Enna was indeed a sweet and kind person.

“Didn’t mean to upset you, my love.” Roman covered the short distance and caged Enna in a protective hug.

I rolled my eyes; couldn’t they spare me from that? It was already quite an effort for me to come here and face that conceited thug. Yes, let’s face it. Roman looked like some former gangster or some lord of the underworld and he clearly enjoyed too much to disrespect me and every time challenge me, which was something I couldn’t tolerate, but let it go just now. Shane was my priority and that was the reason I came here for.

“What is it that you need to talk about?” He asked with harsh and purposely superior like tone. Well, bring it on, dude. Not going to back off in front of you.

“You don’t need to be here, I can just talk to Enna.” I threw back, glaring at his eyes with a fierce and challenging stare. He winced at that, clearly not liking my talking back. “Do you have a problem with that?” I smirked and crossed my arms in front of me. See, I could be an arrogant and full of myself bastard as well.

“Will you two please stop going at each other throats every time you meet? Roman my love, behave. Emmett, please follow us in the living room.” Enna shook his head and laced his hand with Roman’s, dragging him to the other room.

“As you wish you, baby.” Well, he clearly would do anything for his man, and with anything I mean absolutely anything. He had the hard and cold stare of someone that wouldn’t think twice about getting rid of someone trying to mess with Enna.

I sat on an armchair and Roman sat down in front of me on the sofa. Enna left a moment going to look for t-shirt and warned us to behave in a civil way. I had to repress a chuckled, because honestly that guy had not a bad bone in him and his warnings sounded sort of funny.

We just stared at each other like two alphas pacing around and trying to find a weak spot to exploit in order to slit our throats.

“What is it that you really want?” He couldn’t resist and wait. “Where is Shane now?”

“Shane is at his place. I need to know if there is a chance for him to move from that shithole and change place.” I answered, studying his eyes firm and assertive.

His face and look was already getting on my nerves and my old self could barely stand the clear affront he was throwing at me. But hey, need to keep it cool at the moment.

“I see. And why is that?” He studied me more and scratched his long scar on the cheek.

“I want Shane out of that place and I want that now, not in few months.” My tone was quite hard and authoritative, but that’s how it was and I knew that would work with this guy. He had to understand with whom he was talking with.

Enna came back before Roman could answer and sat right beside him, taking one of his arms and placing it around his own shoulders. I saw the bastard slightly smiling and tightening the grip. I thought for a moment about my life in the States and realized I never saw two persons so much in love like these two in front of me. You could almost smell it in the air and taste it.

“Did you already start talking?” He asked with twitting and melodic voice, his hair now pulled back in a plat. His face lit in a kind smile and looked at me with bright eyes.

Seriously, I never met such a feminine and graceful guy before and he didn’t even look outrageously gay or flamboyant; he was just more delicate and beautiful than many girls I met out there.

Well, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t feel anything for the guy; I was just stating a fact. Shane...well, the brat was a complete different story. The brat was dangerously sensual and gorgeous, a constant temptation. He was simply unique and he had a quite scaring and crushing effect on me and my old self. I liked the brat insanely much.

I mentally shook my head and went back to the matter I came here to discuss.

“I was telling Roman that I need to know whether is possible for Shane to leave the place where he lives now. I don’t want him to stay there any longer, because he is not safe and not taken care of in the least. Last week I witnessed what his uncle is capable of and I stopped from beating the shit out of him, simply because Shane stopped me. He told me everything that happened years ago and how you guys helped him out. Now, the brat is almost twenty and I don’t think the welfare does really care about his situation and where he lives, as long as he stays out of troubles and goes to school regularly. Is that correct? The fact is that I don’t want to involve any social service or anything, Shane would hate that and I don’t want to do anything to upset him or create him more annoyance and troubles. That’s why I came here to you, so am I correct?” I made sure to state everything clearly and with firm voice. I didn’t come here to chit-chat. I wanted precise answers.

“Shane really told you everything?” Enna asked, surprised and looking me with wide eyes.

“Yes, he told me everything and I mean everything and I want to say that I am really glad he met you that night.” I turned my eyes to Roman and saw his face now in deep dark thinking. He flashed his dark and hard glare on me, but I could see the hostility was basically gone.

“I understand; so that was then the reason for the trip to Galway, right?” He was smart.

“Yes, Shane was quite stressed after telling me what happened and he was afraid I would run away or think less of him. As if I could do that; I only wish to find those bastards and have few words with them.” I growled, feeling now anger firing up my blood, feeling it rushing violently in my veins. “I thought we needed a break from everything and few days to just be together and get to know more each other.”

“That was very sweet and considerate of you, Emmett. You know, I’m sincerely happy Shane found you.” Enna tilted his head and smiled tenderly.

“Wait a moment, angel. I want to know more about this.” Roman casted again his glare on me and now he had back that challenging and unfriendly smirk. “Why you care so much for him? If he is going to leave that place, where is he going to stay? Because Shane is actually a very proud person and hates people pitying him or feeling sorry for his situation. He is not someone that easily accepts help.” I knew where the bastard was going with this and I just smirked in my best smugness. Sorry dude, not going back.

“Shane will stay with me and he perfectly knows I don’t fucking pity him.” He didn’t need to know I already ask him and Shane was now still afraid of that. This wasn’t his business; I just wanted to know what was possible and what not.

“With you? Seriously, Emmett?” Enna brought one hand on his lips and widened more his eyes. Roman didn’t say anything, just kept studying me.

Now, what the hell was so shocking? Was it because I didn’t declare to the entire world I was gay? Well, I wasn’t gay. I mean, I was gay just for Shane and that was it, period. Did I need to go out and shout out loud how much I cared for and liked that brat?

“You want Shane to live with you simply because you think he’s not safe there and not well taken care of? If that’s your only reason, as much noble as it might be, this is not enough.” He challenged, his voice now resounding more of his hard and strong accent. I knew he would go there, I saw that coming. He wasn’t someone to play coy or beat the bush; that very first time we met, he said things out without half measures.

“You perfectly know that’s not the only reason, but you clearly want me to say it out and loud. Isn’t it? For my taste, you enjoy too much to provoke, but I’ll let it go this time and I understand how much you care for him.” I glared at him, making clear I sure wasn’t someone to annoy and challenge without a care. We both smirked and it was obvious we understood each other perfectly. All in all, we were made of the same mould. “You know it’s because I do deeply care for Shane and because I do like the brat, very much.”

Enna smiled wider and his entire face looked like some ethereal fairy creature’s face. Roman kept staring at me, our eyes still studying each other, and then slightly shook his head and let go completely of the hostility and threatens, but not of his annoying arrogance.

“Well, Emmett Johnson, you are as well someone who enjoys too much to provoke and be arrogant, but I am glad to see you’re actually what Shane needs and how you directly spoke out the problem. I like when a person just goes directly to the matter and takes issues and responsibilities in his hands and doesn’t coward away. I can honestly say I am glad Shane found you, even if you’re a clearly full of yourself bastard.” His voice was still hard and challenging, but I knew we understood each other and reached an understanding.

“You’re the one to talk.” I scoffed back.

“Oh Emmett, I was right to like you at first. I knew you were someone special and strong, I could tell it from the way you looked at Shane.” Enna sounded like a giggling child and then just jumped up and suddenly hugged me. I stiffened at once and didn’t know what to do or say. I damn hoped you would not kiss me like he did with Shane. That would be way too much for me. “I am so happy for you and Shane.” He giggled more and I tried my best to relax.

“Thank you.” I sort of grunted out.

“My love, I think Emmett understood you are happy for both of them.” He stood up and softly took Enna back in his arms. He casted me quite a dark look, but then chuckled, seeing my expression. This bastard was incredibly possessive and jealous of his man, because the glare he shot me said it all. Well, I began to think I was about to be the same with Shane.

“Oh I am sorry, Emmett. Did I make you uncomfortable? I am just incredibly happy, so happy I cannot describe it.” Enna pulled away and melted in his partner’s protective hug.

“No, it’s ok Enna, seriously. It’s nice to hear that from you, thank you. Now, could you please answer my questions?” We still didn’t discuss the real matter. They both nodded and sat down in front of me.

“You said you don’t want to involve any social or legal service, right?” Roman asked, having me nod in response. “I think it’s a good idea, that would only bring more and unnecessarily troubles for Shane and he doesn’t need more of them. Plus, it’s a matter of months and then he’ll be freed from that. The agreement was mostly to make sure he would live in a normal environment, don’t get anymore involved with problems, stealing and drugs and finishing school. The fact about the diploma and living with his family, so having adults related to him being responsible for him, was the easiest way to avoid him more complications. Now, as you said, he’s about to turn twenty and over eighteen, thus they don’t exact care where he lives and they don’t check on him now regularly. They simply contact the school and the places where he does his social works to see whether he attends his obligations. But you see, the only way to have those pieces of crap to take care of him was money. Enna and I tried to take him with us, but he was underage and obviously they couldn’t let us adopt him, given we are also an openly homosexual couple. Shane had enough terrible experiences and he wouldn’t even consider the idea of going under the care of a stranger family.”

Hearing once again the whole problem made me growl restless and angry, clenching my fists to control the sudden fit of rage and disgust that was mounting me and threatening to make me explode. I really wished I could meet those worthless shitheads and tell them a couple of worlds. I inhaled and exhaled a couple of times.

He was right though, we weren’t in the USA here, where in some states homosexual couples could get married and adopt kids in need of a loving and caring family. I could see they tried to find the best solution for Shane, wanting to avoid extra involvements of legal services, police or whatever the case required. These guys were indeed awesome; they deeply cared for and loved the brat. He was right, he had been lucky and God indeed decided to look at him and gave him a second chance.

“If I understand correctly, he has no legal obligation to live there or at least not now, given he’s over eighteen. The obligations he has are to complete his studies, attend regularly school and those social works, but nothing else aside from that.” I summed it up, to have it in few essential points.

“Yes, that’s correct. The problem is that the family is not willing to let him go because of the money they receive. We tried to talk to them, asking to let Shane live with us, because they don’t want him there, Emmett you saw that yourself. They are the worst kind of people out there, just keeping him for the money. Shane didn’t want also to come and live with us; Roman told you how he doesn’t easily accept help from other, even from us. So please, make things clear with him and do whatever you can to take him away from that place. We don’t need to tell you how much we worry for him.” Enna was now serious and his eyes never left mine; they looked very resolute and almost fierce. He saw a chance for Shane and now he had all the intention to make it real for him.

“Thank you for telling me this. So the problem is the money with those assholes, right?” Enna nodded and Roman eyed me curios. I bet he understood where I was going to. “I’ll have Shane convinced to live with me, even if it will take to lock him in my place and deal with his stubbornness. And then I will have a talk with his ... family.” I snorted at that word and almost growled pissed. “I’ll see to find the right deal. If money is the only thing they care about, then money is what they’ll have, but with a legal agreement.”

I wasn’t that stupid to simply walk to them and offer money. People like them might find a way to exploit a situation and be a pain in the ass for long time. I would make them sign some damn legal contract, gave them the rest of the money they welfare should give them for these future months and then have Shane leaving that hellhole for good. Yes, this would work out.

“It seems a good plan to me and probably he’ll listen to you and finally decide to accept help. I need to warn you about something, though.” Roman said with firm and menacing voice. “Shane is deadly afraid of losing people he loves or care about. It won’t be easy to convince him, he might be scared of the thought that living with you might lead you two to break apart, or you kicking him out or whatever the like. You need to make things clear and correct, in everything.”

“I know that, I know it perfectly, you don’t need to tell me that. I am not willing to let go of him.” I sort of pissed me off the fact he still wanted to warn me and tried to lecture me, there wasn’t much to do about my temper. But I knew he meant well.

“I am not asking you anything else, because it’s your business. I am sure it did cost some effort for someone like you, with a big and overly inflated ego, coming here and talk about this. I honestly valued it. Just remember my very first warning.” He added, now smirking smug and provoking. I snorted and grimaced.

“It cost me more coming here and having to put up with your attitudes and arrogant ego. I’ll remember and you remember very well mine.” I retorted back, now smirking smug and wolfish. “But I am glad we reached an understanding and I found the answers and solution I came here for.”

Enna shook his albino blonde head and softly giggled.

“I swear it; you two guys are made of the same substance. You are so alike.” He snuggled closer is his partner’s chest. “But right now I am overly joyful and grateful to you for what you are doing for Shane, for honestly caring and liking him. Emmett, I can sense deep feelings coming from you and see you are a wonderful person. I think you had your share of hardness in life and I think Shane actually made you open your eyes.”

I was speechless. How the hell he guessed all of this? I didn’t or couldn’t say anything. Simply gazed at him surprised and then recomposed my face and shrugged. I wasn’t going to tell them my past.

“You’re right; Shane made me open my eyes and not just them.” I simply admitted. I could see Roman smirking more conceited and amused; he caught my earlier surprised expression and he obviously still enjoyed annoying me. I groaned inside in irritation.

“You know what? I think you’re the right person and you’ll make it. We couldn’t, but you will and you will also bring happiness, love and protection into his life.” He giggled more and then stood up. I damn hopped he wasn’t going to hug me again. One was absolutely enough. “Would you like to join us for dinner?” I mentally sighed in relief.

“No, thank you. I need to go back and then call the brat again. Oh, can I ask you for something else?”

“Of course.” Enna replied and clapping his hands together.

“I know that Saturday is Shane’s birthday and I’d like to do something for him. Do you have his friends’ numbers or do you know how to contact them? I’d like to have a dinner at my place and you two of course have to come, I’m sure the brat wouldn’t like to not have you guys around.”

“Roman has their numbers. We can contact them, once you give us more details.” Enna was enjoying this; man, this dude was indeed something. “Please, will you let me help you with the cooking? I love to cook.” Roman shot me an amused look and chuckled, then wrapped his arms around Enna. We would never be best buddies, but tonight we reached mutual respect and that was enough for us.

“That would be actually nice, thank you.” I didn’t fancy very much contacting some Irish punks probably speaking with even a worse accent that Shane.

“Don’t worry, it’s just three of them.” The arrogant bastard provoked and then sniggered. I simply snorted.

“Oh, can I call also my sister? She would love to come and she likes you very much.” Argh, the idea almost made me cringe and grimace, but I kept my poker face and forced a normal expression. It’s not that I disliked that skinny doll-like girl or anything, but fuck, she sure was hyper and damn loud. I simply nodded.

Now I had to make sure everything would work out with Shane and his family, but I knew they couldn’t say much in the matter. The agreement would anyway expire in few months and after that, they had no more saying in it and if they would dare to create problems, I swear I’d make their miserable and worthless life a fucking living hell. No mercy whatsoever. Tomorrow I had few free hours and before Thursday I planned to have at least the draft of an agreement; now I had only to ask Shane once more and make sure to have him saying yes, because I wasn’t going to accept and tolerate a different answer.

They walked me to the door and then Enna left us and went to make dinner. I knew the thug here wanted to say or ask something.

“I saw before how you noticed my tattoos.” He said with thick accent, leaning on the doorframe and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Yes, I saw the stars.” Stars on the knees, in Russian prisons or among criminals there, meant you were someone that would never kneel down in front of anyone. I had read years ago an article about that and remember the topic interested me. Only certain high ranked shots could have them. I knew this guy had some very dark background. “Does Enna know about it?”

“I think I really need to give you more credit that I do. You’re a sharp and clever person, Emmett Johnson.”

“Why, thank you. I should probably do the same, Roman Kovalenko.” I said sarcastically.

“To answer your questions, even my soul belongs to Enna. He knows everything of me; I have no secrets for him. He’s my life and my angel.” Yes, that I could tell. I wasn’t going to ask him anything else; his past was only his business.

“I can tell that much. I am not going to ask you anything. I guess I’ll see you on Saturday.” I went to leave, but he stopped by asking me something unexpected.

“Wait a moment. Last week, when you told me your name, I didn’t immediately recognize it, but after a couple of days, it ringed a bell in my head and went to look for it in internet. You were that Emmett Johnson, one of the best players ever in NBA. I used to follow American sports.” It wasn’t easy to stand in front of this guy and hearing all of this, but at least both of us had our own secrets. “As you said, and I do appreciate that of you, I won’t ask you anything; just one thing. Shane knows it?”

“Yes, he does know everything that happened.” I glared back with an assertive and hard stare, making evident I wasn’t backing off or behaving like a coward. Not anymore.

“Good to hear that. It must mean a great deal for you and I can tell Shane is indeed the right person for you. We’ll see you on Saturday.”

We exchanged a bone crushing hand shake and then I drove back home. After a long and relaxing shower, I made something to eat and thought it’d be nice if Shane would be here with me. God, what a joke. I really missed him.

I called him, because I knew he didn’t have money on the phone. He didn’t have to tell me, I just guessed it and anyway, I wanted to hear his voice and know he was alright. Alright, what a bad joke; that wasn’t the right word. Well, at least physically fine. I growled and smashed down on the table my fist, not realizing it was gripping a glass. I crushed the glass and slightly cut my hand. Fuck, that hurt fucking much. What a moron.

“Emmett, you ok?” He asked when heard me curse.

“Yes...I just broke a glass and cut my palms, hold on a moment.”

“You bloody what?”

“I broke a glass in my hand.” Yeah well, I had been a moron, I knew it, but that thought really dangerously triggered my temper and rage. “Just keep talking, brat. I’ll wash my hand and I’ll be fine.”

“Is it a deep cut? Hey, don’t play superman, tool. Make sure it’s not deep and disinfected it, you hear me?”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. Was he who? My mum? No, that not for sure, given how my own mother couldn’t give a damn about her own son. They never contacted me after that day, after the day they found out I was doping. Oh no, they did contact me, just to say I wasn’t anymore welcome in their house and to actually refrain from showing myself there. Yes, those were their words. I knew I had fucked up big time and made an unforgivable mistake, but it pained to realize how it was easy for them to discard me and forget about their son. I pushed away the thought and went to clean my cut, then wrapping it with a bandage.

“Now, I cleaned, disinfected and wrapped it. You happy?”

“Yes I am.” He chuckled and bet his beautiful eyes gleamed of their hypnotizing light. “Thanks for calling me again. You know, right now I’d bloody love to watch a movie or another video of you playing basketball.” His voice was now more serious, even if he tried to sound cheerful and carefree. I clenched my fist and then silently cursed because of the cut.

“I’d like that too, brat.”

“You do like calling me brat, ha sham?”

“That’s right, brat.” I grinned and chuckled, picturing in front of me his pissed and annoyed face, while rolling his eyes and cursing with a strong accent. Wow...this brat went completely under my skin and now it was like being addicted to him and his provocative and cocky personality.

“Tool.” I heard him suddenly hold his breath and went completely mute.

“Shane?” Nothing. “Shane? Shane, the hell, are you there? Talk to me. Shane!” Not a word or a sound. What the hell was that? Shit. “Shane, do you hear me? Are you there?” I stood up and marched towards the door, keeping the phone on my ear and then fetching the key of the car, feeling already murderous anger rising in my veins. But he finally talked again.

“Em, I’m here. Sorry. I just heard something and nothing, I just didn’t want those fecking knackers to know I am awake.”

“Shane, I’m coming there.”

“No, no, no...Please no, Emmett. I’ll see you on Thursday. You don’t need to worry, I think they passed out and banged in somewhere in the house. I’m grand, really.” It was hard to keep calm and I really wanted to just storm there and take him away, but I knew now wouldn’t do any good. They might sort out problems for Shane and I wanted to confront them with a damn paper in my hands and then send them to hell and have them out for good from Shane’s life.

“Shane, are you honestly ok? Can you lock your door? Shane, you don’t need to ... Please, tell me honestly if you are fine or not, if I need to worry completely or not; otherwise I won’t sleep tonight and neither will you, because I’ll bother you the entire night, talking about no-sense.” And believe me, I would do that without doubts.

“I’m grand and nothing happened and I’m sure nothing will happen. My door is already locked. They’re just bloody drunk and passed out and probably also my aunt is smashed. Fecking swine.” He hissed, but then heard him softly chuckle. “Would you really talk to me the entire night? I don’t believe it, sham.”

“I’m not joking, brat. So, if anything happens, send me message or simply give me a missed call. I’ll be there in an instant.”

“Thank you... Don’t worry, really.” He murmured. Fuck, I wished he would be here with me. What a joke. I turned into a freaky protective and possessive dude. Argh...nice. Whatever, there wasn’t much to do about it, that’s how I felt. “Em, what you doing now?”

“Talking to you.”

“What else?”

“Going back to the living room and deciding what to do. Any suggestion?”

“Hmm, if I were there, I’d give you some nice suggestions..”

The brat was now provoking me and damn, his voice held now a very seductive and tempting tone. I sat down and sighed. How could he affect me so much? I felt already my hands itching to touch him, to savour his skin and have him under me.

“And what would you suggest?” There, I was playing along with him.

“I’d find the way to distract you from whatever you’re bloody watching, having you growl while I straddle you and tempt you with my lips, tempting your neck and then bloody licking it and then down to your hot abs, hmm...I bet me bollocks you’d be already hard and you’d beg for me mouth and..”

Fuck. I was really imagining all of this and found myself breathing heavier and felt my member actually starting to stiffen and grow harder. Brat, I’ll make him pay for this.

“Brat, better if you drop it. I’m already getting hard.” He hummed something and lowered his voice, sounding now more alluring and dark, sending my control about to cross hell.

“Are you? Am too, Em...especially if I think of you and the bloody wild way you take me, fecking hard and possessive, like the arrogant controlling sham you are, but that’s very hot and I find it very arousing.. As I find a bloody turn on when you growl and tug my hair when I’m down on you and..”

“Shane, stop it. Really. I’m completely hard right now and fucking lusting for you. You’re so going to pay for this on Thursday.”

“Can’t wait for that..well, you know what? I’m craving for you, too, Em. I wish your hand or mouth would drive me crazy now...ahh...”

Oh fuck...when I heard his teasing and sinful moan my hands travelled down and under my shorts and underwear and wrapped around my pulsing length. I groaned in my head and cursed at my pathetic control.

“Brat, what the hell are you doing?” My voice was now husky and harder, clearly giving away my state of mind and my bursting desire.

“Stroking myself and wishing it’d be you...ahh...Em..”

“Shane..ahhh...you’ll drive me to damnation..”

I stroked myself now harder and faster, hearing his breath going heavier and deeper on the phone, his muffled and barely audible moans and groans, picturing his sensual and gorgeous body contorting in pleasure. Shit, how I fucking badly wished to have him here in my hands, his mouth wrapped around my member ... I growled and rubbed more, his breathing and hushed panting driving me out of sanity. 

Shane took a deep and long breath and moaned my name, barely under his breath, but enough to entice my pleasure and lust to dangerous level. My fingers stroked faster my now sleek length and felt more growls in my throat. I closed my eyes and pictured him knelt in front of me, between my legs, his head bobbing back and forth, my fingers locked in his hair, while my hips would pound inside his incredible and control-tearing mouth, deeper and faster...I heard him moaned again my name and I growled at that and then jerked harder and rougher, my eyes still close. I felt those lewd tingles of pleasure invade my body and concentrate down, making me stroke myself faster, until I shot in my hand and growled out of mind. Was it also strong.

Fuck, what a joke.

I just jerked myself thinking about him and hearing his moans.

“Em...hmm..bloody amazing as usual.” The little devil chuckled, sounding clearly still under the effect of the climax.

“Yeah, amazing...shit, brat. You’ll really drive me to insanity and damnation. Well, not that I’d complain.” My voice echoed his in everything.

“It was bloody hot, though. Have you ever done something like that?”

“No.” I confessed.

“Me neither.” I liked to hear that. Everything should have been a first for him with me, even though I knew it wasn’t possible, but that’s how my controlling and egotistic ego felt. We kept silent just listening to each other breathing for few moments, then when I felt cooler and calmer I made sure he really was fine.

“Hey, are you really going to be fine tonight?”

“Yep, I’ll be. No need to worry. Em?”

“What, my sexy devil?” He chuckled at that.

“Thanks, you do really bloody care for me and it makes me feel so alive and warm. I like talking with you.”

“I like that, too.”

We talked longer and about random stuff, about his school and friends, about music he liked and I listened to and then decided it was time for him to go to sleep. It wasn’t easy to turn off the conversation and let go of him, but he had school tomorrow and told him once again what I said before. After washing my hands, I let myself slump on my bed, leaving the phone right beside me.

Tomorrow I had to sort out that matter and I damn sure will have it done by the end of the week.

Author's chit-chat:

What do you think of the talk he had with Enna and Roman? I do personally like very much those two guys.

Next chapter is Thursday and what will happen? Who knows..but I know that Emmett will receive a surprise phone call..