Hi dear all :-) Here comes chapter 23 and we see how Emmett and Shane face his family and how things go.. what do you expect from that?

Hope you'll enjoy it, if there are some errors according the legal details, please don't get mad, I made some research, but didn't go into deep to be honest.. well, let me know!

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Dedicated to all of you and in particular to feministgrrrl1001, hoping you'll like it, thanks for your lovely comments xox

On the right, a picture of Shane about to tempt Em ;-)

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SHANE POV

"I will pick you up when school is over, is that clear? Don't go home alone or anything else, I'll be there and then we'll go see my lawyer and hear what he has to say. He'll contact those vermin this morning and see what they say; I honestly believe my lawyer is an idiot, but apparently he's the best around here and I couldn't have the former attorney I had back in the US. Ha, she's a damn shark and not this shrimp." Emmett placed the mug of coffee on the table and shook his head.

I chuckled at that and thought how American he was looking now, talking about his lawyer and commenting on his efficiency or not. I knew Em deep down wanted to sue my uncle's family and have them rot in jail, but here things weren't working in that way and I wanted none of that bloody pain in the ass.

"I'll wait for you, don't worry. I want this over as much as you do, well; I think more than you do."

"No, it's the same for me, believe me, Shane. I made him check them out and see whether they possess any weapon and he assured me they do not." I chuckled out loudly at that and he snorted at my laughing, probably not understanding what was so funny about. "It's not a joke and it's not funny. I know they sent you to the hospital a couple of times with broken bones and how you faked saying it was because of rugby, given you don't even play rugby."

He had suddenly darkened and his voice was hard and serious. I bet me bollocks it had been Roman the one that told him so; it didn't bother me, I had no secrets for Emmett and I could see he was worried as well about today. And he was right, my uncle and cousin weren't stable person, but bloody drunk most of the time; Em wasn't taking this as a joke or anything, he was making sure no troubles would rise.

I knew they didn't want me there, but I also knew how much they enjoyed beating me and calling me names. It frightened me the idea of them wanting to pull more from Emmett, wanting to find excuses to create more fecking problems, but...I knew Em wouldn't allow any of this. He was set on belligerent mood and he was going to win the entire war and take no prisoners.

"Roman told you, right?" I asked him reaching for his hand gripping the fork with murderous grip.

"Yeah, he told me and Enna explained me, too. You think I am crazy and over worrying, but I just want to make sure. The lawyer didn't want to follow my advice and I had to take all of extra precautions and have everything under control in case they decide to meet at their place and I damn know that's what they're going to choose." He let go of the fork and took my hand, studying its skin and then turning to look at the palm. His eyes darted up and shot me a burning gaze. "Come here."

I pushed back the chair and stood up, going to Emmett and sitting on his laps. Strong arms went around my whole body and clutched me almost to choke my breath; Em rested his head on mine and made a long and deep exhale.

"You mean everything for me, Shane, and I just want you to be completely free from them and live here with me without a care or problem. Don't worry, I got everything under control and if they'll dare pull out anything, they'll be fucked." In that moment I thanked God from my heart and soul for letting me meet Emmett. Roman said many times how Enna was his angel and how meeting Enna changed his life; well, it was the same for me. Emmett was my angel, if you could compare someone like him to an angel, but that's what he was.

"Thank you...you mean everything for me, too. I love you." He tightened the grip and then released me, only to cup my face in his hands.

"Love you, too." He flashed that smile of his, the one that showed me his soul and feelings, and then his lips took mine for one of the sweetest and deepest kiss ever. "C'mon, let's get ready for school and work. I took a couple of free afternoons, in case we have to postpone everything tomorrow, but should be fine."

Truth be told, I wasn't still realizing everything, because with Emmett and his reassuring words cuddling my thoughts, it felt like nothing. But I was afraid this would break down on me sooner or later once alone and the fear of facing them would emerge; now with him was impossible and if it weren't for his strong and resolute personality, I'd be in bloody pieces already. I still wondered how he could call himself pathetic and weak, just because he slipped once. Emmett was nothing of the sort, he reminded me of a warrior, a fearless and invincible warrior. And...he loved me and his love was for me an indestructible armour.

"Right sham; let's get ready for school and work."

At school I didn't concentrate much and me friends saw that and asked me what the matter was and when I told them, they looked at me pretty much shocked. I think I forgot to tell them all of this and they weren't expecting anything of the sort.

"Wow, he sure is a great lad, that Emmett. I liked him at first and now like him even more." Sean said patting my shoulder.

"He's right, Shane. You don't need to worry, he seems quite the responsible and determined one and given the hassle we went through for your birthday, well, you'll be fine."

"I just hope those bloody pigs won't pull out any shit." I sighed, now feeling the restlessness and nervous bite my ass.

"Call us when it's done and we'll celebrate together, actually, tell Emmett to invite us over for drinks." I eyed Sean arching my eyebrows and he mouthed me "what, twat" and I rolled my eyes. Sure, Emmett would enjoy that very much.

The phone vibrated in my pocket and when I read the message I couldn't help the smiling.

"Worrying is not allowed, clear? I'll see you soon...already miss you."

This was enough to make evaporate all of my worries and tension. Why was I even fecking nervous? I had no reasons, not a bloody reason.

"Roger, sir. Can't wait to see you Em, miss you, too!"

EMMETT POV

I knew it, those worthless pieces of crap wanted to meet at their place and the lawyer reassured they sounded perfectly fine and civil and willing to cooperate. Give me a break, civil and fine my ass. I just wanted it over and now, because Shane could not take any longer of this crap and I had to remind myself over and over to stay calm today, to not let any wrong words get under my skin and God knows how that was going to be hard for me. But hey, everything for my brat.

"At what time are they expecting us? Did you explain them everything?" I asked the lawyer through the phone.

"They will expect us at four in the afternoon and I did explain almost all the details, and clarified we want to find an alternative solution for Shane Callan's living status. They assured me they are willing to discuss it." I snorted at that. Did he even call the right persons? "Do not worry Mr. Johnson, it is a simple case and it will be over in no time."

"That is for sure, no doubts." My voice was beginning to betray my irritation, but maybe I was worrying for nothing. I couldn't help though the feeling I had in my guts since this morning and before waking Shane up, I went through all the papers and made sure everything was ready.

"In view of the fact Shane is already twenty years old, there is nothing to worry about. It is just a mere formal procedure, because we know the only legal obligations he has is to regularly attend school and his social duties. The money was a bonus for the family to encourage their support and help. As I said, his real family disowned Shane from their inheritance and he is no longer part of their family nucleon, even if they cannot reject him as son, because that is not legally possible." His words made me tremble in anger.

I wondered if Shane knew about that and I didn't have the heart to bring it up these past days; I only discovered it on Friday, when the lawyer called me and informed me of this situation. Those...bastards, they washed their hands of everything and if they would have a chance to disown him as son they would do it without thinking twice.

"I know. We will meet you at the studio and then drive to the place with my car, if that is agreeable with you."

"That is perfectly fine, Mr. Johnson."

Shane sat beside me in the car and he was a visible mess of nerves and anxiety; the sight pained me, thus I reached for his hand and squeezed it tight. His eyes darted at me and just stared in silence, clearly lost in some deep thoughts. I returned the gaze on the street and when I had to stop at the red light of the traffic light, I pulled him for a tight hug and kissed his forehead. The lawyer pretended to see nothing, but he wasn't clearly used to this and slightly betrayed the surprise.

"Shane, relax. I promise you nothing will happen." His head nodded and he whispered out a muffled "I know", which made me smile. Shane trusted me, but it was normal to feel nervous.

The light turned green and I drove forward, towards the house; he relaxed down beside me, but never let go of my hand. We reached the place and from the rear-view mirror I could see the lawyer glaring at house clearly not expecting to face such an environment.

Told you to simply meet at your damn studio.

We all got out of the car and I didn't feel anything but burning determination and protectiveness; my body was tensed and hard and not for the tension or nervous, but for the repressed anger these people here instilled in me for what they had done to Shane. I squared my shoulders and felt my face going granitic; my blood pumped faster and I was set on war mood. Before ringing the door bell, I quickly pecked Shane's lips and winked at him, squeezing his hand. Once this was over, we would celebrate big hell time. I looked at the lawyer and we exchanged a knowing nod. The door bell rang and after few seconds a woman, which I assumed was Shane's aunt, opened the door looking a moment between me and him, clearly taken aback. I don't even want to waste time in describing her, let me tell you one thing: Shane couldn't find a better nickname in calling her the queen of fish-fingers and smashed potatoes.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Callan, we spoke this morning on the phone. My name is Thomas Darcy and I represent my clients, Mr. Johnson and Mr. Callan. May we come in and discuss the matter?" The lawyer talked first and that had been a good idea. This woman here spared such a wrecked and hateful glare at Shane that it took good deal of my control to ignore it.

"Yes, come in." She answered quite rudely.

Alright, very civil and kind of her.

She led us to a room that should have been the living room, looking messy and untidy: the smell in the house was reeking of unclean surfaces, bad-cooked food and smoke. Saying it was revolting didn't make it justice. To think that my brat lived here...I couldn't believe it. Two men were sitting at the table and when we entered the room, they snapped their heads at us and anger and revulsion sprinted crazy in my system. Those two vermin were Shane's uncle and cousin and I could see what he was talking about when he called them knackers and my senses alerted at once; they reeked of smoke and old sweat, almost at vomiting point, and their eyes promised nothing good. They had been drinking and the question now was how much they have been drinking?

As I said before, civil my ass.

"Ha, so you're the one that picked this whore up and wants to take it away, right?" The older one spoke, standing up and taking two steps in our direction, and my fist twitched, ready to break his face, but I silently gulped down the rage.

"Mr. Callan, can we please all talk and act civilly as we discussed this morning over the phone? This matter will only take a moment and then we can be set free." The lawyer was finally beginning to show some real guts, probably understanding the like of bastards he was facing. He placed his briefcase on the table and opened it, taking out the papers. "This is my client Mr. Johnson and he wishes to take care of Shane Callan, given Mr. Callan has no legal obligation to live here. My client and I thought of an agreement that shall please all the parties. If you would be so kind to look at it." He handed to the piece of shit the papers and he snatched them away.

"So, you think you can come here and snatch away that little shitty fag? Ha, disgusting." This fucker here was getting on my nerves dangerously. "And you, nothing to say? Ha? So you did whore yourself, ha?"

"That's enough." I said with hard and low voice. The fucker here instinctively pulled back feeling my mood and I stepped forward, towering him with my taller and murdering stare. "I will not tolerate and allow another word against Shane. We are here to deal with a matter and that's it. You just care for the money and money is there in those damn papers, leave Shane out of this."

"Ha, you are another cunt I see...ha? What makes you think I'll sign those shitty papers?" I fucking knew it; this asshole would be a pain in the neck. Shane tensed and I squeezed harder his hand.

"I am afraid, Mr. Callan, you will want to sign the paper and refrain from the language you are addressing to my clients, because as a legal tutor you have failed under many aspects." Thank God, he had finally woken up.

"We failed? He failed being the cunt he is and he's bringing more shame over our family, bringing in my house another filthy faggot." I couldn't care less what he said about me, but Shane twitched and answered back.

"Don't talk like that about Emmett." His voice was a wave of loathing and repressed anger.

"You nobody to tell me what to do, want me to teach you manners?" The asshole grabbed Shane's shirt in the intention to hit him or throw him on the floor and that made it. I snatched his wrist and almost growl, forcing him to let go of Shane, painfully gripping his bones and wanting nothing more that snap them. Shane gasped out something and I pushed him behind me.

"Do not touch him, you hear me? Do not dare to land your hands on him." I looked down at this piece of shit and then tossed away his wrist, taking a step towards Shane, taking back his hand in mine as a way to cool down my rage.

"Mr. Callan, in this way we are only complicating a very simple case and it will not do good to any of us, please refrain from such behaviour or I might not be able to overlook it. You just openly threatened my client."

"What do you mean? Threatening your client? He just deserves what he gets." The other asshole spoke and damn, he looked so revolting that really made me want to beat the shit out of him. "You creating more troubles, bitch?"

He stood up and launched himself against Shane and the lawyer had a horrified expression on his face when he saw the piece of shit here grabbing something and wanting to hit Shane. I growled and seized his arm easily and twisted it behind his back, turning the bastard facing the other fucker that looked now pale. I gripped harder and twisted more, hearing him cursed in pain. How I wished to sprain this dickhead's arm, but I knew it wasn't wise of me.

"And now, this is two. You clearly tried to hurt my man and partner in front of witnesses. If you care for your arm, I suggest you to not try something else." My voice was controlled and dark and had the effect of having them all to shut the fuck up.

Shane's aunt paled down and sat on the chair and her husband stood there speechless. What the hell they thought? That they could harm my man in front of me or that I would stand still and defenceless? Fuckers. I let go of this vermin and he massaged his arm, glaring at us.

"Em.." Shane whispered to me, worried I'd lose it. I ran my fingers in his hair and pulled him against me, smiling at him.

"It's ok, brat." He tempted a smile at my "brat", but I could tell he was still worried.

"My client is correct and this adds only further aggravations to your current position. Shall we all sit down and sign those papers?" He sent me a look; he wasn't expecting any of this and bet he regretted to let them choose to meet in this shit hole.

"You..." Shane's uncle began, but his wife shot up and went beside him.

"Darling, is much better if we do as they say and just let go of this living filthy abomination, so our lives will be clean from his unspeakable sin."

Her words were impossible to ignore and triggered in me the repressed hatred and fury.

"What did you just say?" I demanded with livid voice, making them retreat and widen their eyes. "You dared to call Shane a sin and abomination? And what his family had done how do you call it? Kicking him out at the age of fourteen and not caring for his health and future, letting him on the streets? How do you call that? I warn all of you, another wrong word about Shane and I'll make sure to have you all spend the rest of your miserable life in jail."

"You wouldn't dare it.." The drunkard began.

"Oh, I would and I am beginning to think I really should." Shane grabbed my hand stronger and looked at me with wide eyes, but I grasped him harder telling him with my eyes not to worry.

"We have proves of how you all treated my client in these past years and reliable witnesses." The lawyer was bluffing, well, partially bluffing, but at least he understood me at first and anyway, we really had witnesses.

I have always wondered why they never press charge against Shane's parents for abandoning him and it came out they lied big time saying he ran away and that he was difficult child and shit like that and obviously the authorities decided to believe to adults rather than a kid just caught in a shop under the effect of acid.

They were abomination, they were disgusting and hypocritical sinners and they deserved to spend their worthless days in jail, but that wasn't unfortunately up to me to decide.

We all stood there for a minute, saying nothing, me eye-murdering and burning them with hateful glares, my face in threatening determination and resolution, and Shane solid in my grip. I'll never let go of him. Never. They finally decided to sit down and read the papers. When they saw the amount of money they gaped as retarded morons, probably not believing their eyes and my lawyer clarified that they were not entitled to ask for more and in case they did, it would be considered extortion or blackmailing, therefore legally prosecutable. Yeah, gave them more than necessary, but wasn't regretting any of it and we made it pass as a refund for what they spent while taking care of him, which was absurd, but I guess in this the lawyer was right.

They read the papers a second time and after snorting and seizing Shane with more hateful looks, they finally damn signed them, because they clearly couldn't do otherwise. Their legal status as "foster family" ceased two years ago and they kept abusing their nephew knowing he couldn't go somewhere else, because lacking money and chance to find a job. I wished to beat them all to a bloody pulp, but I refrained myself from doing it; it wouldn't do any good to Shane; it would put me down at their level and only create possible opening for future problems. This was about to be over and then they could fuck off for good.

Shane didn't utter a word the entire time, afraid of triggering some reactions, given his cousin and uncle clearly showed how much they had drunk. And he didn't utter a word because for him, they were now gone and dead, not anymore existing in his life.

And he was right, they really were gone from his life and it was for good.

I signed the papers as well and we agreed I'd transfer the amount of money the following day. The sooner, the better. Then the lawyer stood up and said it was over and concluded. My brat exhaled a long breath of relief and I protectively wrapped his shoulders with my arm.

"Emmett...it was just as you promised, nothing happened and now it's over." His voice was trembling and it sent a lump in my throat. I couldn't even fathom what he went through during these years in this hell hole and now he was free and living with me and he knew how deeply I loved him.

"Told you, Shane, nothing to worry about." I wanted to kiss him, but not in this stinky place. "Shall we go and collect your belongings?" He nodded and hugged me thigh for a long seconds, gripping the back of my sweater for dear life. I couldn't wait to be home with him and make him forget all of the tension, fear, anxiety and worry. The lawyer shot me a quick look and nodded.

"We are going to collect Shane's stuff and then we'll be gone and that's the last time we'll hear from you all, because you well heard my lawyer." I clarified, daring them to talk back, and they did not exhale a damn word, simply gestured for the stairs.

He took me upstairs and it was just as he said; he had only few things: clothes, books, CDs and a soccer ball. That was all. He fished a bag out from the closet and tossed everything inside, his hands shaking just as his entire figure, eager to leave this place.

"Shane, relax now, it's over. Sit here and let me do it." I was sitting on his bed, looking around his room and I almost shivered at the idea of him living here. I pulled him on my laps and caressed his hair for a moment. "It's over, now you really live with me."

"Yep, now I really live with you." He smiled and threw his arms around my neck, pressing his face on my neck. "I love you, Emmett...I do really bloody love you."

"And I love you, Shane, very, very, very much and now you'll be stuck with me until you'll get tired of me."

"I won't get tired of you, never. Maybe you..."

"Never, brat. I'll never get tired of you." I embraced him stronger and let him calm down his nerves for few seconds.

"I'm ok, now." He said, pulling back. "I want to leave this bloody hell hole and go back home." His words struck me and I felt again that lump in my throat. He thought of my, our apartment as home and the way he said it...he just made my heart melt, his words sinking deep in me and making that lump press harder. I hugged him back to repress the sudden tingling emotion running over me; I squeezed my eyes and swallowed down and then pulled back, smiling to him all of my love.

"Right, let's go back home."

SHANE POV

It was all over.

It was all bloody over.

It was all bloody fecking over.

Over. Over. Over ...

I'd never see those knackers anymore and they really were gone from my life. The solicitor wanted to talk to Emmett about few things and I just sat there watching them, but not hearing a word. I was out that hell hole and going to spend my days with Em, waking up beside him, having breakfast with him, watching TV with him, cooking with him...being with him. The thought made me euphoric and I couldn't wait any longer to get back home and make love with him. I remembered what Enna and Roman asked me yesterday and sent them a message, which they replied immediately and promised me to call later. I'd talk to my friends later, now I just wanted to be with my boyfriend. He felt my gaze because he looked at me and smirked in his usual way and then his eyes darkened and sent me on a burning state. Em wanted to be alone with me as much as I did.

Once in the car, he pinned me against my seat and took my mouth for a heart-stopping kiss, letting me breathless and panting and craving for more. I grabbed his sweater and pulled back at me, this time leaving him panting and craving for more. We exchanged a long and silent look worth of thousands words and then he drove us back.

While he opened the door, I noticed something and I stared at it speechless.

"Johnson-Callan"

Emmett had added my surname on the door bell, but didn't understand when, because it wasn't there when we left. My fingers seized his sleeve and I simply looked at him smiling like a bloody tool.

"It was a surprise; I had it changed while we were gone, glad you like the idea." I felt his hand on my neck and he smiled on my lips. I threw my arms over his neck and hungrily smashed my mouth on his. He groaned and guided me inside the apartment while kissing me, then he kicked the door closed, dropped my bag on the floor and pressed me against the door. "Shane..."

"Emmett, thank you for everything...you are...it was just as you said..."

"Well, I promised you."

I softly brushed his lips and then again and again, until our mouths and tongues connected and my hands went on the hem of the sweater, wanting to get rid of it and get rid of all his clothes. A low groan reverberated in my mouth and a moan responded to it; Em broke the kiss to toss away his sweater and shirt and did the same with mine. He placed his hands on the door at the sides of my face and stared at me only breathing hard. We didn't say anything, because there was nothing to say. I silently drew the line of his muscles and looked at his face enjoying my touch, his eyes closed and head resting on mine.

When he scooped me up and carried me to our bedroom, I didn't even protest, just concentrated on his neck and earlobe, making Em tighten the grip on me. We fell on the bed and he loomed over me, caging me between his arms and legs. Bloody hell, his eyes were turning me so bloody on and my hands searched for his jeans, popping them open and pulling down the zip. He lowered himself on his elbows and let his lips trace mine and descend on my neck, having me breathing faster and trying to push down his remaining clothes; he lingered on my neck and I felt his wet and hot tongue and his teeth, teasing my skin and I came undone with moans of pleasure and desire. The trail of his teasing kisses and lickings slowly moved on my throat and then on the other side my neck and by then I was panting shamelessly loud and nailing his shoulders from his back; Emmett slipped lower and left a trail of soft but arousing kiss on my chest, while his hair brushed my skin and his strong thighs kept mine in place.

When I sunk my fingers and nails deeper, he growled and bit my nipple and circled it painfully slow, with the effect of my back arching and my eyes rolling on the back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grinded on him, feeling his hard-on rubbing mine. Another growl left his throat and he slid lower, his fingers undoing my jeans in a blink and shoving them down even faster. Without realizing it, I was laying stark naked in his hands and under his burning and ravenous stare, and he smirked at me in that self-confident and arrogant way that now I loved like crazy.

Bloody hell, Emmett was such an incredible man and he was now completely mine in every possible way and ... he loved me.

"Shane, I'll never get tired of repeating how beautiful and tempting you are.." His voice was strained and husky and I gulped in want, greedily passing my hands on his rock-like arms. "I couldn't wait to be home with you, just the two of us."

"Me, too...I just..." I couldn't really rationally talk now, with him looking at me in that way, my brain didn't bloody work and all of my body shivered and ran hot.

"I want the same, my sexy devil. I want the same." He had understood me with just a glance and he took my wrists in his hands, locked them over my head and hovered down teasing me with the tip of his tongue and smirking like the conceited tool he was.

"Em..." Fecking hell, just don't tease me.

"Hmm...I love your lips." He slid down again on my neck and then collarbone. "I love the taste of your skin." He lowered himself on me and still kept arms in place. "Hmm...I love kissing and licking you...making you moan.." Oh hell, at his words I just shamelessly moaned loud and he smirked wider on my abs. "Ahh...what a sensual and fucking gorgeous body you have, I love it." He released my wrists and my cock twitched painfully feeling him looming closer, his hot breath sending my skin and blood on fire, his hands now possessively tracing down my sides. "Shane...I love when you lose yourself in me." His tongue descended lower and my shaft just begged for his touch, already leaking. He was driving me bloody insane with this. "You taste to lose sanity, brat...I love your taste." This time I cried out in mind-blowing and devouring pleasure, because he was slowly and leisurely stroking my member with his tongue, rubbing down and then up...almost torturing my senses and mental health with that pace.. "Ahh...brat you are so hard and I love it." He lapped my tip and I thrust my hips up and he smirked. His eyes locked mine in a melting gaze. "I love you, Shane."

His mouth wrapped around me and I lost it, not able to utter a coherent word, only pants and moans, arching in his touch and jerking up my hips, wanting and needed to be buried deep inside his mouth. He let me move as I craved for and took me incredibly deep, rubbing and twirling his tongue more and more, faster and then slower, taking me to the brick of crashing pleasure and then pulling me back; I was a mess at the moment and my fingers were locked on his hair, guiding his head and thrusting in his mouth feral.

And then...he stopped and I cursed.

"Emmett.."

"Shane, I want you badly right now." His words sent me to hell and made me act out of impulse.

I pushed myself up and attacked his mouth, slipping my tongue inside and kissing him deeply. Em moaned and groaned at that and locked his hands on my hair, pressing me against his naked and hard chest. I placed both of my hands on his shoulders and suddenly flipped us down on the side, riding his powerful thighs. My lips left his and went for his chest, craving to taste and his tease his hard muscles, nibbling his nipples and making him pant and breathe harder, louder. He was so aroused and I felt his shaft pressing against me through his jeans. He still had jeans, right. I went down and he eased himself up on his elbow to let me take them off and then I chucked them away somewhere in room, along with his boxers and every other piece of clothes.

I kept a moment there between his strong legs, running my hands on his thighs and drinking his hot and bloody hard view. My breathing elaborated more and went heavier; my tongue ran over my lips and our eyes locked. We were both lost in each other.

I bent down still staring at him and drew his entire length with my tongue; Em threw his head back and groaned loud.

"Shane..." He exhaled.

My tongue rubbed him up and then my legs straddled his hips and I teased his member with my ass, rocking slowly and sensually around. He groaned more and grabbed my hips, then slipped his hand on my ass cheeks and pulled me up; my breathing went faster like my heart and I was about to go out of mind for the anticipation. I seized his length and pushed myself down on it, throwing my head back in a loud moan when he thrust completely inside and filled me up to his hilt. We didn't move for few seconds, only gazing at each other. Then he began to rock my hips and penetrate me with steady and deep pace, but not going hard or fast, simply enjoying every single thrust and feeling everything in me. It was the same for me.

My hands went on his chest and rode him with the intention of sending him crazy, taking him inside deep and rotating around him. He let out a mix of feral moans and low growls, enticing me more, making me plunging more and controlling the pace.

"Ahhh...Shane...don't stop moving."

Emmett thrust in me now greedier and slightly increasing the pace, still grabbing my hips and sort of guiding them. Our eyes met and kept chained together and with this the speed and passionate increased, more and more, until he pushed me straighter up and laced his fingers with mine, making me in this way take him deeper, intertwining hard our fingers.

"Em...fuck...this is so deep.."

"You like it, my hot devil?"

"Hmm...you know I do..." My voice was broken from the pleasure now running through my body and veins, making every part of my body shiver and scream in ecstasy. Emmett was bloody amazing, penetrating now faster and harder, but not in a rough way, just wanting to fill me completely and make me his entirely.

He kept slamming in my weak spot and my moans filled the room along with his growls. I sucked him deeper and we both lost it; his penetration hardened up and every time went impossibly deeper and then faster, until I was a messy stream of moan, pants and cries of pleasure. He let go of my hands and seized again my ass with full hands, keeping me in place and pushing me down on him. More, more and more...Ahh....so deep...ahh....

"Emmett...ahh...."

Another thrust, one of his hands wrapped around my cock and stroked it following his wild rhythm and I found myself laying on my back, with him over me, still buried inside.

We both lost it together and came bloody hard. Emmett never stopped pounding inside me and when we reached the orgasm, he claimed my mouth with a burning and passionate kiss, leaving me panting even heavier. Then he shivered more and slumped on me, resting his head on my chest, both of us consumed by the insane pleasure. I was breathing with my mouth wide open and my heart still beating insanely fast...this had been very intense.

"Shane...it's been incredibly intense...I still feel it.." Bloody hell, his voice said it all. He looked up at me and smiled tenderly, caressing my face. "I really love you."

"I love you, too, Emmett." He pushed himself up and brushed our lips together.

"How about dinner out to celebrate?" I widened my eyes; we never went out alone here in Dublin as a couple. "Any place you'd like to go?"

I shook my head.

"Anywhere is fine for me.. Oh, won't that be a problem, given you're a teacher and I am student?"

"No, we are not in the same school and we just need to avoid acting very...hot." He smirked and captured my mouth in a scorching kiss.

Emmett had booked a table in a nice Irish restaurant in Temple Bar and we had a corner table where no one cared about us. Outside was raining and the wind was pretty strong, but in here you only heard the cheerful folkloristic music, the chatting of the people, they cheering and the clinking of plates, glasses, forks and knives.

My man looked bloody hot, as usual, wearing fit light-blue jeans, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a leather jacket now hanging on the chair, his hair perfectly styled with gel. He ordered a bottle of some fancy white wine that tasted very good and now we tilted our glasses together.

"To us and to my brat that is my love." He smiled and I bloody melted there. I stared at him a moment without speaking and then smiled back.

"To us and to my arrogant tool that is my love." He smirked and winked and we drank the wine.

"What would you like to eat?" He asked, leaning his arm over my chair. I doubted people looking at us would think of us as friends, but Emmett didn't care about it. "Hey Shane, relax. In here there are only tourists and anyway, who cares? You're my man." I quickly nuzzled his neck and I didn't miss the low and restrained groan in his throat.

"Hmm..I'll go with the salmon Boxty and wedges, I heard in this restaurant are very yummy."

"You never been here?"

"Nope and you?"

"Only other two times when I felt too lazy to cook something and anyway, always alone." Right, he told me once that he never went to look for someone since he came to Dublin and it seemed almost impossible to me.

"Did you really never went out or see anyone or I don't know...fucked over these past years in here?" He shot me a dark glare and then shook his head, tilting his head to nibble my earlobe.

"No, Shane. I told you, never and that's why I was so confused and divided at the beginning, because I wasn't planning any sort of relationship and actually didn't want to get involved in one."

"You're not.." Em silenced me at first.

"Don't even try to finish the sentence. I can't entirely tell you what it means for me having you, how much you changed me and brought me back but in a better way. Shane, you're like my angel, alright a tempting and sexy and devilish angel, but you are and you know I love you."

My eyes lost themselves in his butterscotch blazing gaze and I felt a timid smile form on my mouth.

"Thank you; you're the same for me."

Emmett turned my head to face him and softly brushed our lips together. When the waitress came she first shot a surprised look, understanding we weren't just friends, and then simply offered a full grin and took our orders. He decided to go for fish and chips and a plate of fresh oysters as starters. I never had them and they first looked kind of slimy, but once I tasted them...bloody hell, they were yummy.

"Do you know what they say about oysters?" He murmured at my ear, purposely brushing it. I was about to shook my head and then I remembered. I flashed my usual provoking and cocky smirk at him and deliberately passed my tongue on my lower lip. I didn't miss the way his eyes seized me and they made me feel so bloody sexy.

"Shall we then have dessert with chocolate?" I proposed.

"Hmm...How much I love you, my tempting devil."

And we indeed had chocolate dessert.

Author's chit-chat:

So, finally Shane's nightmare ended and he's now living with Emmett. How did you like it? I know many of you probably wanted to see Em punching them, but that wouldn't be good for the story and for them.. I think Emmett explained all the reasons.. What matters is that now Shane is free and happy.

Next chapter... Alice and Jordan are coming to Dublin :-))