Hi dear all :-) Here comes part 2 of chapter 24, but have to say part 3 is coming in few days... it came out a bit longer than expected.

Hope you'll enjoy it and let me know what you think! Thank you soooo much for your message, commentns and everything, you make my time!

Dedicated to all of you and in particular to francescafurious hoping you'll like it and because I like her story "Hunted".

On the right, a picture of Emmett's Dodge

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EMMETT POV

As usual I woke up before the alarm and I set it off, seeing it still wasn’t time for Shane to wake up. He was stretched beside me, one arm across my chest and the other folded under his pillow, his head tickling my bicep. I just kept there a moment carefully rolling on my side to look at him sleeping and I thought about everything that happened recently; he was sleeping peacefully and my fingers went on his skin, wanting to caress its softness and warmth. I wasn’t able to express how he made me feel and what he meant for me. These past two weeks felt like a honeymoon in a way, because we couldn’t stop cuddling, making love and simply being together and talk about everything.

I managed to convince Shane to go to college and it took quite the effort, believe me. He could be so damn stubborn sometimes that his head could be used as a battering ram, I’m telling you, but Enna helped in that and I was really grateful for that. He would work during summer and find a part time job once it was college time, but only because he wanted to contribute and be able to pay something of his own expenses. I respected that and tried to refrain from wanting to get him everything he needed and wanted, because I understood how he felt and Shane was a very prideful person and I could see the fact it wasn’t easy to get used to have someone taking care of you so suddenly after you spent your life taking care of yourself. But I would do everything for Shane.

I rested my head on the palm while the elbow sank in the pillow and just looked at him. I thought about what Jordan told me and in a way the idea was electrifying and tempting, because basketball was the passion of my life, ok, aside my brat. It was what I wanted to do and what had always been part of me, but it wasn’t that easy and anyway, I would never leave Shane or force him to take a drastic decision. In case something would be possible in the future and believe me, I hardly think so, I will discuss with Shane and it would be a common and shared choice.

A soft chuckled left my mouth and I shook my head. Jordan and Alice were right; I had changed. I wasn’t only an arrogant and full of myself bastard in the past, but quite the selfish and self-centred douche. Right, I wasn’t exactly the best and nicest dude out there and it’s quite a miracle my sister loved me so much and Jordan never gave up on me. My brat probably heard me, because he shifted slightly and his hand moved, looking for mine, and then he mumbled something, his voice thick with sleep and accent. I couldn’t understand if he was still asleep or not, so I simply laced my fingers with his. He crawled closer to me and tasting my body with his hand, he hugged me and snuggled on my collarbone. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. This proximity was setting me on fire, I swear it.

“Emmett?” He murmured on my skin.

“Hmm?” I began to stroke his dark blonde mess, which had a very faint reddish tint.

“Can I skip school and stay the whole morning in bed with you?” Argh, very tempting the idea, but better not and anyway Alice and Jordan were probably about to wake up.

“Very tempting, Shane, but no. You can’t skip school and anyway, you forget about my sister and Jordan?”

He snorted something about school that I didn’t catch and then lazily opened his eyes, smiling.

“For a moment I forgot about them, sorry Em.” I just smirked and kissed his forehead, while my hand reached down his side. “Not fair, tool. Don’t tempt me.” He shifted on me and felt his hard member pressing on my thigh. Damn it. I was now burning.

“How about a shower together, then?” He stared at me now widening his eyes.

“Won’t they mind it? I mean, bloody hell, I sure don’t want them to hear us, that’d be fecking embarrassing and all, so I thought..”

“You thought no sex at all for the whole time they’re staying over?” I asked in disbelief and he simply nodded. “Are you nuts? You think I can resist that long? Or you can resist that long without touching me, kissing me, having me making love to you..”

“Arrogant tool.” He grunted hiding a content smile, which meant he was glad I didn’t plan any sort of abstinence.

“Shower then?” I provoked and he shook his head.

“Grand, shower then.”

When we got out of the bathroom half naked and with our eyes screaming out loud what we had just done, we met Jordan in the hall and he smirked at us obviously amused.

“Morning love birds, so how was the shower? Bet very hot, right?” He winked and I punched his arm. Shane just chuckled.

“Very hot, sham.” He challenged back and my friend eyed him a moment surprised.

“Ya’re the perfect match for this playboy here.”

“I’m not anymore a playboy, Jordan. I’m now a faithful and in love man.” I said pulling Shane in my arms.

“Dawg, get a room or better just make me some breakfast, since ya already had your breakfast.”

“Idiot.”

My friend just grinned and snatched Shane away. Alice was already up and in the kitchen making coffee for all of us and I didn’t miss the fact the first mug was for Jordan; she hugged me and wished me good morning and same with Shane and they went on cooking something. I couldn’t do anything with them in the kitchen, I mean, my own kitchen; they clearly both enjoyed that and let them have their fun.

“What are we doing today? I see the weather is decent, so how about we find a court and shoot some basket?” My friend proposed while sipping coffee.

“Jordan, you’re unbelievable, can’t you think of something else aside basketball?” Alice echoed from the stove, where she was making bacon and eggs with Shane and I am sure pancakes. My little mouse loved to cook just as much as me.

“Well yes to be honest.” He mumbled and I knew what he meant. Jordan has never been subtle or sneaky with women, when he saw one that interested him, he just went on and talked to her and got her, but I guess with my sister was different and he respected me and her too much to play around. That was the reason I wasn’t pissed off about that.

“What did you say?” She asked arching her brows.

“Nothing, just can’t wait to eat something, I’m about to digest my own guts.”

“Sham, you’re gross.” Shane joked and we all laughed.

We ate breakfast and talked a lot and we decided to go for some baskets in the afternoon, while in the morning I’d walk them around the city; Jordan has never been in Ireland and so he clearly wanted to see some of the most tourist places and it was fine with me. I drove Shane to school, simply because I wanted some other minutes with him. He said he would take the bus, but I protested and he protested back.

“Em, your sister is here and maybe you’ll be around. It’s easier if I take the bus, you don’t need to bloody wait for me or go back or anything. And I have my own keys. I’ll send you a message, ok?” I snorted and agreed with him, at least this time.

“Fine, but only for today.”

“What are you afraid of?” He asked sceptical.

“Of nothing, brat. I just want to be with you.” His beautiful eyes widened and before I could realize it, his tongue assaulted my mouth and drove me out of mind. I grabbed his jacket and jerked him on me, caging him in a strong hug. We let our mouths connected for long minutes before breaking apart and smiling like two idiots. “Shane, go to school.”

“Otherwise?” He dared.

“Otherwise you know and you cannot skip school.” He sighed because he knew it was true, so he pecked my lips another time and jumped out of my Dodge.

“I’ll send you a text when I’m home and see where you are, ok?”

“Fine, see you later brat and be a good student.”

“Tool.” He rolled his eyes and I saw his two friends coming over and waving to him. I got out of the car to greet them.

“Emmett, nice to see you.” Sean shook my hand and smiled honestly pleased to see me. For some weird reason those punks took me well and I didn’t find them annoying or anything, thus I let them come over sometimes.

“How you doing, Sean? And you Donal?”

“Grand, lad. Just sucks going to school on Monday morning.” He yawned loudly and I chuckled. Punks.

“Well, you better go. Shane, see you later.” We shared a knowing and intense look and he hesitated a moment, clearly wanting to kiss me, but we both knew it wouldn’t be the best idea to do it right here in front of his school.

“Later, Em.”

They left and walked towards the main gate and I heard them talking about soccer and rugby; last week they came over and we had lunch together and then we all went to some pub right beside the river and watched a rugby match. It was boring for me, but couldn’t care less; Shane was having fun and I had a chance to see him with his friends. He looked for a moment the age he was supposed to look like and it just gave me a heart-warming feeling.

I drove back home and decided to talk to Jordan about Alice, because this morning was more than obvious the fact both were holding back afraid of one another, which was simply ridiculous. But he was showering and Alice was there, so we talked about her school and I reminded to her our chat of last night.

“Al, what would you do if Jordan were interested in you?” I casually asked while zapping the channels of the TV.

“Mett, you’re such a terrible brother. Shouldn’t you be jealous or something like that?” I crooked my brows and gave her the duh face. Of course I was jealous in a protective way, because she was my younger sister, but I trusted my best buddy.

“It’s Jordan, little mouse. Do you think otherwise I’d be this cool and calm?” She shook her head and gave me her sunny smile.

“I’d be more than happy. I never really thought of him like that, but these past months, when he contacted me for your number and then asking me how you were doing and so on, well, I began to like him. He is always in a good mood, so open and funny, very generous and he said he likes to talk with me and I know he loves you, I don’t know brother...slowly I began to like him and very much.”

“He likes you, Alice.” I deadpanned and she gasped in shock.

“What?”

“He told me so, but he thinks you don’t share the same interest and feelings and he said with you it’s different, because you’re my sister and because you’re you, Alice and you know what I mean.” She kept looking at me bewildered and her nose twitching like a little mouse. Then we heard Jordan coming out of the bathroom and joined us, his usual grin plastered on his face and oblivious of our conversation. “So buddy, ready to walk a bit around?”

“You bet, dawg, and tonight want to have a pint of Guinness in some pub in Temple Bar. You think Shane can join us?”

“If we don’t go home too late yes.” My sister was blushing and I knew why, plus my friend was wearing only a pair of jeans and a tight black wife-beater. Don’t get the wrong idea, because I was gay only for Shane, but my best buddy had a lot of muscles and he was taller even than I was, so have your idea. Alice excused herself and went to change clothes and I seized the occasion. “Dude, you need to talk to my sister, you hear me?”

“The fuck? She doesn’t like me and I don’t want to act like a douche bag, mate.” So glad Shane and I never reached this stage of irritating dumbness. So glad he jumped me at first.

“Move your black ass and do it, ok?” I said eyeing him with my usual no-talking-back glare.

“Always the master, I see. Fine, I’ll talk to her, but not now. Now we are here for ya and don’t want to distract her or make things awkward.” Fine, for now it was fine.

We walked around Dublin and saw the main things, at least some of them and after lunch and a bit of shopping, Shane finally called me.

“Hey sham, where are you guys?”

“We are actually coming home, because Jordan and I need to change shoes and clothes, we want to shoots a couple of baskets.”

“I get to see you play today?” His voice was excited and couldn’t help my moronic smiling.

“Yes, you get to see me play, brat. Happy about it?”

“Bloody yes.”

“Wait for us. Did you eat something?”

“Nope, but can eat something later outside.”

“Alright, we’ll be back in twenty minutes or so.”

“Later, Em.”

I was facing Jordan and he was dribbling the ball on this right side and smirking at me. We had played already quite few one-on-one and I made a couple of slam dunks, which cost me no little pain in my knee. But I couldn’t resist and when I felt Shane’s stare on me, my entire body and blood went on fire and pulsed faster, giving me a new form of excitement and pumping my adrenaline further; soon the pain was forgotten and all I felt was his thrilled and excited stare on me, his eyes following my actions and movements, almost feeling his own heart beat. It all went faster and I was again Emmett Johnson the king of the court. Only this time, I played exclusively for Shane.

Jordan kept bouncing the ball changing pace and speed to foul me, but he had way to go to trick with just that. He suddenly stepped back and the ball disappeared behind him, he went to turn on his left side giving me his back to cover his actions, but then changed and sprinted forward. I saw it and with a swift and fast step, I stole the ball and dribbled around him, taking a couple of steps and shooting a perfect three-point. He cursed, but then laughed and came over patting my shoulder.

“You’re always the same tough bastard, can never really foul ya, which is annoying.” He cheered and I smirked, then I looked for Shane and his stare had me almost groaning. God, he was fired up and his eyes were wide with many emotions and our breathings matched. I winked at him and jogged in his direction.

“Having fun?” I asked him. He nodded and then smashed his lips on mine. I think I growled, because when I felt his tongue slipping between my lips rubbing on mine, sensually grinding his body on my sweaty one, I dropped everything and grabbed him hard, melting him in my arms and kissing the light out of him. We drew apart when we heard a very loud and amused person clearing his throat and I knew it was Jordan.

“Em..you’re bloody incredible.” Shane breathed out, staring at my eyes with a look that was about to send me to hell. “Seeing you like this is even better than on a video..you’re amazing, so confident, aggressive but ready, so in control of everything..it’s..damn it Emmett, it’s bloody exciting.”

“You’re exciting right now..” I groaned on his lips. He smirked my now favourite cocky and provoking smirk and quickly licked my lips. He was so going to pay for it tonight. I pulled away and gave him the pay-later glare and he just bit his lip.

I went back playing with Jordan and after a while they both joined us; I played with Shane and he played with Alice and I thanked God for that, because with them we slowed down the pace and my knee thanked not just God, but every single saint and apostle and everyone up there in Heaven. I couldn’t keep up with this pace for long and now I was just playing with my friend and not with the entire team and a normal game. I wasn’t feeling any regret or sad feeling biting my ass or crawling up my throat risking to suffocate me; it was the simple final realization of the end of my career as player and finally I was able to not behave like the pathetic self I used to be and simply face the fact. We then took a break and just sat around talking, Shane worried about me and my knee. He didn’t need to ask me anything; his constant peeking and concerned glances said it all.

“Relax brat, I’m fine. Well, probably this evening my knee will curse me, but it’s nothing, don’t worry.” He nodded, but you can bet he was convinced of that.

“Are you sure? You’re not being the stubborn and I-am-the-best superman, right?” He studied my eyes and I smiled.

“No, I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Alice and Jordan came back with something to eat they got from a Londis right at the corner and after eating something quick, my sister and I enjoyed a one-on-one and for sure my knee there wasn’t under any threat.

SHANE POV

Watching Emmett playing with his friend was quite the bloody exciting experience. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him and my blood and breath accelerated and followed their rhythm. Em was precise and fast, was very aggressive and commanding, but in a calculated way, never being an asshole or prick. Jordan couldn’t clearly foul him, but that wasn’t annoying him or making him frustrated; on the contrary, the sham was having the time of his life and you couldn’t miss that. They both were having the time of their life and I felt a pang of piercing pain in my guts at the realization that Emmett will never be able to play basketball anymore.

How was that possible? Wasn’t there an alternative perhaps? There must be one bloody other chance, even though who was I kidding? I knew he couldn’t go back playing. He told me so clearly and his friend and sister knew it, too. And I painfully understood it few minutes ago, when I saw a shadow of pain on his face, when he twisted his knee to pass Jordan and after jumping down from his third slam dunk. He massaged his knee and Alice sighed worried.

“I am so going to punch both of them later.” She shook her head and I noticed that Em was right in calling her little mouse, because the way she twitched her nose really reminded of a cute mouse.

I didn’t like Alice. I loved Alice. She has been warm, open and welcoming with me at first, treating me like her own brother and thinking of me as member of her family; well, I thought of her as my own sister. She was irresistible and very sweet and impossible not to get along with her; we talked quite a lot yesterday during dinner and when Emmett wasn’t listening to us, she kept telling me how happy she was he found me and how he changed with me. It all quite embarrassed me, especially thinking at how it all began, but nonetheless gave me an incredible feeling of joy and pride. I had been able to give him something, as I wished for.

“Might be the case, especially Em, given his stubborn and controlling nature. He’ll never back off from a challenge, but now...he’s having such a great time that I don’t feel like stopping him.”

Alice shifted her amber eyes on me and then smiled tenderly.

“That’s true, he really misses to play.”

I couldn’t say anything and I kept silent. After a while they came to us and we ate something together and then we all played together and bloody hell, I sure sucked at this. But it was great to play with him. Jordan and I let the two of them play together and we rested leaning on the fence and sitting on the ground; he was a nice and funny lad, quite the chatting one and he had a bloody tactless sense of humour, but couldn’t care less. All in all, he was a cool guy. We just sat quiet and I kept watching Emmet playing; even if now he was only playing around and taking it easy, like he did with me last week, my eyes were still glued on him and my blood was still pulsing faster, like my heart. I wished I could do something more for him, but didn’t know what.

“Hey dawg, why so serious and quiet?” Jordan asked peeking at me with a knowing smile.

“I was watching Emmett playing and couldn’t look away.” I admitted; he chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“When it all happened, the accident I mean, I couldn’t believe it and I thought he really could go back playing like he used to do, but...that wasn’t possible. At first I didn’t see that, but then when he began missing passes or throwing wrong baskets, I knew he couldn’t keep up, even though he still was the best out there. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t listen to me and I should have tried harder, I really should have and maybe he wouldn’t have considered doping himself. I have been a bad friend and ..” I stopped him and he looked at me surprised.

“You have been a good friend, Jordan and you still are...actually, you’re his best friend and you have no idea what it means for him, the fact you never gave up and always thought of him as a friend..don’t beat yourself for fecking shit, it wasn’t your fault. For what I got to know Emmett and I can say that now I know him very well, bloody hell, nothing could have stopped him years ago. He’s still a stubborn and arrogant tool and when we first met he angered me and I punched him, but he is an incredible man. I like to call him arrogant and so on, but he is just a very confident and controlling person, someone used to win and set the rules and doesn’t like to be contradicted. However, he isn’t selfish or a coward or a sick bastard..Emmett ...” I couldn’t really everything. My voice trembled remembering what he did for me.

“I know what ya mean. He has changed, a lot, but in better. He’s the same Emmett Johnson, but a new one at the same time. You love him, right?”

“Very bloody much.” I said, staring at his eyes. Then I thought about something and asked him. “He cannot go back playing, right?” He shook his head. “Isn’t there anything else for him? I mean, related to basket, because it’s his life.”

Jordan studied my face for few seconds and then smiled, this time not like the usual clown he was.

“Ya really are serious about him, right dawg? Well, I asked him what about becoming a coach, because he could be one of the best out there, believe me. But he thinks it’s not possible, you know, for all that shit of the scandal due to doping. I say he can do it; people forgot about the shit and now just remember the excellent player he was. They forgave him, because at the end we are all humans, but he doesn’t believe it. And it’d be in the States, not here.” I didn’t say anything and gulped down. Emmett going back to the US? Being apart from him? I..I..no bloody way, I wouldn’t be able to be apart from him, no. My life is with Emmett. Would he leave me? I wouldn’t let that happen, I would follow him everywhere. Yes, I would follow him everywhere, if that meant to give him back a chance in basketball. “Would you follow him, Shane? Or not?”

“No need to ask, sham. I would follow Emmett everywhere, couldn’t care less about anything else. I love him and I wish I could give him more, but..” He placed a hand on my hair and messed them up.

“He doesn’t want to leave you, he said you’re his future and he would never part from you, because he loves you. That’s what the master said and I respect it and I respect ya, Shane, ‘cause I see you’re willing to sacrifice your life here for him. Thank ya, man.”

I looked away and gulped down the lump in my throat. I blinked a couple of times and then when I raised my glance, I met Emmett’s burning and blazing eyes. He stopped a moment and smiled at me and I smiled back, still feeling that lump in my throat.

Emmett said he would never leave me and said I am his future. Could I ask for more? No, I couldn’t ask for more.

“Well, Emmett is my future, too.” I thought about what he said and reflected a moment. “You really think he had a real chance, I mean, no bollocks?” He arched his brows not understanding that at first, but then he got it and grinned.

“Yeah dawg, he has a real chance, maybe not now in this very moment, but he has it.”

“Can you do something for it?” I asked, now keeping my eyes glued to him playing with his sister, laughing and having one the best time ever. When he laughed so carefree and open he was even more handsome and his eyes brighter and his face looked younger and so bloody hot.

“Ya mean like looking around and sniff the air?” I nodded. “Yeah, can do something, but told ya, maybe not now.”

“I give half bullock about that; what matters to me is knowing he still has a chance.” Jordan just chuckled and murmured another “thank you”.

We had quite the evening out and in a couple of pub I couldn’t get in because I am still twenty year old, can you fecking believe it? But I knew the craic already. We went somewhere along the river, at the end of Temple Bar and Jordan and Emmett had quite few pints, but strangely enough my man wasn’t very affected from that. Alice and I had some soft drinks, because I sure didn’t fancy a hangover on Tuesday morning and I couldn’t skip school for that. We left anyway not too late because we got into an argument with some tourists; the cunts tried to hit on Alice and then one of them tried to hit on me.

Bunch of tools.

Well, not what Emmett and Jordan thought and believe it or not, I had to pull away Em before having a fight in there. One of those twats pinched my ass and Emmett saw red, pulling me away and threatening him to a savage beating. They all shrank back, because an angry and jealous Emmett was a damn scaring and intimidating huge and towering badass and Jordan was even taller. We dragged them away and Alice gave them a piece of her mind for losing their temper so easily and it was obvious Jordan acted out of jealousy, because the lad was head over heels for her. I calmed down Emmett and the only way to distract him was to stop him in the middle of the street and make out heavily.

At home we stayed up talking a bit more and we planned what to do the following day. Actually, they planned, because I had to spend the afternoon doing my social duties and that’s how it came out my entire story. Well, part of my story; I just explained them that my parents kicked me out and got in some problems, didn’t want to dish out the whole fecking shit, that was too much and I just wanted Emmett to know it and he understood me, because he partly talked for me and explained the minimum. After few yawning we all decided it was time for bed.

“Got some guts trying to hit on you, assholes.” He was still fuming about it and I just laughed out. How can someone be that jealous? Well, Roman was just the same and if there would be a contest about it, they would be both first.

“Seriously, they were drunken tourists and just wanted to mess around. After seeing you and Jordan they just pissed their own pants.” I shrugged and tossed away the shirt. “Jordan went quite mad at them, too. He clearly is gone for your sister.”

“And I’m clearly gone for you, brat. Come here.” He snatched my arm and jerked me against his hard chest; I stumbled at the sudden pull and caught his sides to steady myself. Hmm, he had such a solid and muscular body and the look in his eyes didn’t help one bloody bit in hiding mine. We stared at each other a while in silence, while his hands ran slowly the length of my back and then decided to stop on my ass, folding it with full grip.

“Em, your sister and friend are here..” I tried to say, but not very convincing might add. The truth was that I have been craving for him the whole evening and not being able to properly touch him or kiss while we were out was quite the torture.

“It means we need to keep quiet, that’s it. I want you and I know it’s the same for you.” He smirked and his eyes blazed in that usual overwhelming way and everything in me crumble.   I slipped my hands behind his back and clawed his shoulders from there and pressed against him, rubbing myself on him like a cat. We both were bloody hard already. He hissed quietly when he felt my length on his thigh and folded me harder; his eyes closed for a moment and he took a deep breath, then his mouth took mine for a hungry kiss and had to fight the moans. Our tongues twirled ravenously together and were craving for each other, craving to taste all of us, his hands pressed me closer and I heard a restrained growl coming from his throat. It was everything so damn exciting and the idea of having to keep quiet was frustrating, but arousing at the same time. To be frank, I was on fire and couldn’t wait to have Emmett pinning me down on the bed and making love to me the entire night. I couldn’t give half bollocks about school in the morning, now I was craving to have him.

“Em...” I whispered pulling away from the kiss. “Take me now.”

He groaned very quietly and I could tell he was feeling the same need and desire. He slammed me against him another time to devour my mouth and left me then breathless, my heart about to explode along with my blood and mental sanity. His hands suddenly lifted me up from the floor and I found myself on the bed, him looming over me, but only ravishing me with his ardent stare. He leaned down and caressed my lips with his in a slowly and tender motion.

“Just a second, Shane.” He stood up, tossed away his shirt and jeans, walked to the door and locked it and then switched off the light. The room wasn’t completely dark, because the curtain had been left open and tonight the sky was clear. Therefore I could see his magnificent and powerful figure approaching the bed, making my body shiver in want and anticipation.

Emmett stopped at the end of the bed and looked at me and then suddenly snatched my ankle and pulled me towards him; he crouched down and flashed his usual smirk and I knew what was coming. I felt his hands ascending my legs and stopping a moment on my thighs, rubbing up and down slowly, then he smirked another time and threw open my jeans, yanking them down along with my underwear. He tossed away everything and had me there completely naked and breathing hard. My eyes ranked his body and I twitched burning at the sight of it, so perfect and hard, his muscles so brawny and prominent, his legs so strong and mouth-watering and bloody hell, I could see through his boxers how hard he was. Em chuckled amused at my expression.

“Want to undress me from my last piece of clothes, hmm?”

I didn’t say anything; I simply pushed myself up and stood up in front of him for a moment, now giving to him the most provoking and dark smirk. Something flashed on his eyes and I let my hands drew the sides of his body, feeling his muscles flexing and hearing his breathe increasing speed and depth; they reached his hips and I taunted a bit his abs and slowly slipped my thumbs in his boxers. I gave him another devilish smirk and while going on my knees in front of him, I yanked down his underwear. He took a heavy breath and tried to suppress a growl.

Tonight was going to be fun in trying to keep quiet.

He was incredibly hard and the sight of it was quite my undoing and felt like fire lapping in my veins and screaming to have this man right then; I drew his entire length slowly and let my hands slipped on his thighs. I loved to drive him crazy. My head bent backward to look at him and our eyes met for a scorching moment and my tongue teased the tip of his shaft, Emmett threw his head back in a mute groan and his hands grabbed my hair. I loved to see him like that, lost in pleasure. My lips slipped over his whole member and engulfed him completely, hitting the back of my throat. He tightened the grip on my hair and let out a muted growl.

“Shane...you’ll drive me insane..” He hissed.

EMMETT POV

This was going to be a damn hard night.

I looked at Shane on his knees right in front of me, feeling his fingers nailing and sinking in my thighs, feeling his hot tongue drawing my entire length, painfully slowly in the intent to drive me out of mind and drive out the animal in me. He loved that too much and knew how to drag it out too well. Damn it, he really was my tempting devil, but I loved it and loved him very much.

When I felt his lips and mouth closing around me and taking me to his hot and deep cave, I had to bite back a loud growl and my head went back while my hands clutched his hair, trying to calm down somehow my growing and mouthing lust and pleasure, but it didn’t work one bit. Shane slipped back and teased my head, then pushed down and took me entirely another time, until I hit the back of throat. I was breathing heavy and my fingers grabbed harder his messy blonde locks and my hips instinctively thrust forward, to get deeper in him. I felt his quiet moan around me and that sent my body in burning ecstasy. Shane’s lips moved back and forth hungrily and when I peeked to see his bobbing head, pleasure hit me dangerously.

“Shane..you’re fucking amazing..” My voice was barely audible, but he heard it and took me deeper and faster. Fuck, he was driving me out of control and thus my fingers gripped harder his hair and began to follow his greedy rhythm in pulling out and thrusting in. I was breathing heavily and had to close my eyes, because the view of him was the damnation of my already thin control.

He deep-throated me few fast times and I felt those overwhelming spasms of pleasure riding my body and mind, flooding my veins and system and pumping my blood faster, then running all over and concentrating lower and lower...until I couldn’t hold it longer and I thrust another time fucking deep in his mouth and came hissing silently his name. Shane swallowed everything and lapped few other times, making me shiver violently even when my climax rode out. He pulled away and smirked at me, the sexy devil and he was enjoying seeing me like this.

I was going to enjoy seeing him like this.

The idea of Shane moaning and contorting under me and under my touch aroused me immediately and I gave him my most wicked and ravenous smirk, making his pupil dilate in desire; I grabbed his biceps and jerked him up, then threw them around my neck and clawed his round and solid ass, which was amazing to touch, and lifted him from the floor. He wrapped his sensual legs around me and attacked my mouth immediately. We let our passion and desire lead the kiss and our muffled moans echoed in our tongues. I took a step and let us fall on the bed.

I admired his sinfully beautiful figure for a moment, then raised his hips on my thighs and penetrated him with a strong and deep thrust. Shane threw back his head and opened his mouth in a mute scream, gripping the sheets and twirling around me, inviting me deeper and deeper. I leaned down and found his neck, drawing the line with soft and wet kisses, teasing his earlobe and hearing him breathing hard to contain his moans. It was breaking my control, so shoved inside harder and buried myself there, to sooth the mounting wildness, but it was almost impossible to tame it. Shane had a devastating effect on me and seeing him now with closed eyes, open mouth and completely at my mercy, twisting around in burning rapture didn’t help one bit, if any, it provoked me more. His legs tightened the grip around my waist and pulled me deeper inside me.

My tongue descended on his collar bone, then back to his neck and his ear, breathing on it.

“Shane, you’re so damn beautiful...so sensual...you make it impossible to control myself.”

He slightly turned his head and his liquid eyes captured mine.

“I thought you didn’t need to control yourself with me...” He provoked while purposely slipping one finger between his alluring lips. Argh...

I slammed harder and this time rough and wild; he arched his back and let out a moan. I smirked and went on with the same pace, having him biting his lip to keep quiet and nailing my shoulders almost painfully, which was a damn turn-on. I descended on his chest and teased his nipples, slowly while I took him harder.

“Emmett...ahh...you...” I smirked and shoved in damn deep. He arched more and I kept there without moving, savouring the moment. Then I rolled us over and went on my back. My fingers searched for his and intertwined together, pushing him up with our connected hands.

“Ride me, brat.” I ordered and his burning dark gaze had me this time letting escape a throaty groan.

Shane straddled me and rode me at first sensually slow, flexing the muscles of his defined abdomen with every movement, slightly arching his back and never breaking contact with our eyes. He moved in such a way that the mere view was enough to have me about to lose it; I let go of his hands and grabbed his hips, guiding them in stronger and harder pace, then slipped them on his ass. We kept our gazes locked and we both were about to reach the high of senses, thus my thrust went rougher as his rotation and riding went wilder. He arched back more and took me deeper and I needed to kiss him and feel his lips. I snatched his wrists and yanked him down on me, claiming his mouth with lust and love, they way I was feeling for him.

Our tongues twirled together, our breaths melted and our bodies connected another last hard and mind-screwing time and we both came out of mind; he moaned in my mouth and I tightened the grip, feeling my body and his trembling for the violent and crushing sensation invading us. We kissed more, until both of us were breathless. He collapsed on me and I sprawled back on the bed, my hands now slowly tracing his back, our breathing matching in depth.

“I love you, Shane.” I murmured quietly on his hair. He pushed himself up and rested his lips on mine.

“And I love you, Em.” He smirked and licked them playfully. “You were quite wild and hard tonight..I loved it.”

“I saw that..” I smiled on one side of my mouth. “You just break my control every time.”

“Do you think they heard us? Not sure I kept very quiet..”

“Do you really care about that?” I smirked and bit his neck. He stiffened a moan and then chuckled.

“Not really.” He admitted.

After refreshing ourselves with cold water, we went back to bed stark naked and I caged him on my arms. He rested his head on my shoulder and his fingers lazily stroked my skin; we just enjoyed being this close and feeling our warm skin, without saying anything for a while. Then I wanted to know how things were going having my sister and Jordan around.

“Hey brat, everything ok with my sister and Jordan?”

“Yeah, I like them, well, more likely, I love your sister and your friend is really cool. He has quite an accent and I’m surprised you had something to say about mine.”

“Well, I’m used to his accent and yours believe me, is another story.” He snorted, but then pushed himself up and pecked my lips, staring at my eyes. I saw something there and he hesitated a moment. I wondered what was on his mind. “What is it, Shane?”

He chewed his lip and thought about something, then brushed again my lips and looked at me with intense gaze.

“I talked to Jordan today.” I tensed up a moment, not knowing what to expect from that and he felt it, because he smiled at me. “I just asked him if really there wasn’t another chance for you, because I saw you playing and don’t know Em, I felt like something in my throat and you were so...I don’t know how to bloody describe it, but you were so..so..the controlling, setting the rule, commanding, hot, overly confident and bloody handsome Emmett and I loved it.”

“Shane..” I began, but he silenced by pressing a finger on my lips.

“Emmett, I know you cannot play anymore, but he said you could have a chance in becoming a coach and ...” This time it was me silencing him.

“Shane, having a chance doesn’t make it really possible and that would be in the States, surely not here or don’t know, in the UK. It’d be in the US and I’m not going anywhere without you, I’ll never leave you and I cannot ask you to make such a choice. Plus, I don’t think people and the press will be so delighted about me becoming a coach.”

He pushed me down and straddled me, taking my face in his hands and staring me with a fierce and burning gaze. So many emotions in his beautiful eyes.

“You don’t need to ask me to make a choice, Em, because I will follow you everywhere and because if this would really be your chance, I’d be there with you and for you. You understand me? I’ll never let go of you and you’re my love and I’d do anything for you and...Emmett, thank you, because you just said you will never leave me and ...”

He went silent a moment and our eyes reflected the same crushing feelings and love. Mine were wide with surprise and much more; Shane had just said that he was willing to follow me everywhere, that he was willing to do anything for me. It was mutual, because I felt the same, but his words had something crawling my throat, a damn pressing and suffocating lump threatening me to break out. I slipped my hands up his back, to his neck and dragged him down to fuse our mouths together. I pulled away and stared serious at his eyes.

“Thank you, Shane...thank you...but not going anywhere right now. However, thank you. You are my love, too.”

His words brought the final peace in my heart and I knew I didn’t need anything else: I had everything with Shane. Basketball was now in my past and if life ever decided to give me a second chance, we will think about it, but I wasn’t going to chase after it randomly. I had all I needed now; I had Shane.

We rolled over and I attacked his mouth having him gasped to repress the sudden moan. We weren’t going to sleep tonight, because none of us felt like it; we just wanted to feel more each other and make love until dawn, until both of us would be completely exhausted.

“I’m so going to sleep in class tomorrow..” He breathed on my ear.

“Hmm...will you mind it?”

“No bloody way.”

Author's chit-chat:

So, what you think? Emmett and Shane have now cleared everything between each other and reached mutual peace and love...that's why the story is about to end, but not yet...something more to come.

Part 3 is coming very soon with Enna and Roman and maybe a short extra of Alice and Jordan, because we all love them, right?

Until next time!