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SHANE POV        -THREE YEARS LATER AFTER THE WEDDING-

I chucked the shirt in the bag and pulled over my t-shirt the purple and yellow Lakers jersey; I handed to the taxi driver the money and grabbing my bag I ran out of the car and darted towards the main entrance of the stadium. Damn, I was late, I knew it, but it wasn’t my fault. The class and meeting we had before with that professor went longer than expected and at the end we began to talk about recent discoveries and the latest experiment conducted at the CERN on neutrinos and given he was a bloody crazy fan of Einstein the same way I was, well, we lost ourselves along with a couple of colleagues and a professor talking about light speed, the experiments made at that centre and more and more. Only when I peeked at the clock on the wall I loudly cursed and excused myself. They smiled, already used to my weird and Irish accent and my fecking cursing and wished me good bye.

And, believe it or not, used and not caring at all about my being openly and proudly gay and in love with the most handsome, wonderful, arrogant, caring and wild man. Of course my relationship with Emmett wasn’t a bloody secret and it would have been quite the task to keep it a secret, because he was one of the most famous public figures living in Los Angeles and in that matter he hasn’t changed one bit.

I flew through the doors and showed my special pass when the guards tried to stop me and asked me for the ticket. Bloody hell, I was already late, just let me pass, I mean, everyone already knew my face around here and sure my man’s popularity and fame contributed to that no little. Me bollocks no little. It was entirely thanks to my arrogant and full of himself and absolutely love of my life man that all around the NBA fans and in Los Angeles my face was known.

Alright, let’s take a step back because I see you are not following me anymore.

Almost three years ago Alice and Jordan married around Boston and we all flew over there to take part at the ceremony and it’s been one of the best and most joyful days we ever experienced all together. Enna and Roman had a great time and took another week of vacation to travel around the States, while Ciara and Anka flew back and my friend took care a bit of her brother’s business whilst he was on holiday. Yes, Ciara has been working with Enna at his salon and now they’re both owner and she actually added an extra room to manicure and make up, in which she was spectacular.

But back to us, at Alice’s wedding someone approached Emmett, said Mr. Warren, and asked him if they could speak in private about an idea he had in mind. I already knew what that was about, because Jordan told me the manager of the Lakers had contacted him looking for an assistant coach and Emmett’s name came out immediately and apparently Mr. Warren’s eyes sparkled with interest. I wasn’t though sure of the outcomes and it was only a chance, a possibility and nothing more. Jordan said himself that he had nothing to do with that, he just praised his friend, but he assured it wasn’t necessary, because Emmett was well known in the NBA scene and even though he made a mistake, they all recognized his innate and brilliant talent and charisma, something of vital importance once you need to lead and coach such a team.

What happened after the meeting?

Em came back to me and asked me to talk privately and told me the man had proposed him to become the assistant coach of the Lakers starting with the new season. I immediately jumped on him and kissed him senseless because I was out of my mind for the happiness, joy, pride for my man and love... I was on fecking fire. But he stopped me and with intense and serious eyes asked me what I thought about it and said the decision was to be taken together. If you believe me or not, in that moment I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and he softly wiped them away with his thumb and asked me again the same question, telling me not to cry.

In that moment I realized Emmett was willing to renounce to such bloody awesome opportunity if I were to tell him to do so or create problems.

He was crazy.

I kicked back my tears and grabbed his face and confronted him with equal and probably more burning intensity and determination and told him to accept the job and that he couldn’t refuse it, because I would have kicked his hot ass; and then clearly told my man I would follow him everywhere.

“What about college, Shane?” He asked me then.

“I will complete college in Dublin and began immediately the application for the M.A. in Los Angeles, because I am sure they have pretty decent and brilliant universities there, don’t you think?”

“This means we might not see each other for some months, brat and that you will need to leave Ireland and your friends.” He was worried for me, worried I would regret leaving my country and my friends, but that was pointless. The only regret I could have would be leaving Emmett or robbing him of his chance.

“I’m not scared, you stubborn tool.” I still remember the face he made and the way he arched his brows. Arrogant but bloody handsome tool. “I already told you three years ago that I would follow you everywhere, Emmett, do you remember? And I asked you to be mine forever and before, you asked me to be yours forever. You helped me in everything and gave me a new life, Em. Now, stop being an arrogant, sexy, stubborn twat and let me be there for you. You must accept the job, you hear me?”

He stared at me silent for a couple of minutes thinking deeply about many bloody things that I couldn’t even comprehend. For me there was nothing to think about; for me there was only one thing to do and that was accepting and seize the chance of his life. Emmett finally sighed out and gave me a sweet and full of love smile.

“Thank you, Shane. Then let’s do it together and how about the day after tomorrow we fly to Los Angeles and directly go and talk with the staff of the department? Easier way, believe me.” It was me at that moment staring at him speechless, but after few seconds I threw my arms around his neck and repeated times over times how much I loved him and how happy I was for him. “I love you, too... love you so much I can’t properly express it.”

Those words signed our futures, because Emmett became assistant coach of The Lakers during his first two years and now he had become the first coach and after a controversial beginning, where bloody idiots had to say something against the decision of hiring someone that fucked up his career by doping himself and bollocks like that, they had been completely shut down by the fecking brilliant results the team achieved under Emmett’s skilful and determined coaching. And by the fact that my man campaigned against drugs, addiction and doping among teen-agers and athletes and decided to open a centre where to help young “punks” facing those problems.

He had done something similar in Dublin, if you remember well, and after a slow and small beginning, the few afternoon classes became a complete and full time centre that helped many kids with family and social problems. Emmett couldn’t anymore properly follow it and so now it was Roman that took over the management along with Anka and other people they hired, because Roman had already his own activity. Em kept anyway supporting the centre financially and we visited it every time we flew to Ireland.

I completed my studies in Dublin and as soon as the thesis was over, I reached Emmett in Los Angeles, to began our new life together, because I had missed him like crazy and he me; our new fecking crazy huge house had outdoor swimming pool and private gym and Jacuzzi in our personal bathroom, and an incredible kitchen were my man still enjoyed cooking for me. Yep, bet the money was great. My application to the Physics department of the main university of Los Angeles was successful and thanks to my grades, the letters of recommendation written by my professors back in Dublin and thanks to Emmett, I enrolled in there, completed the Master of Arts in Physics and became a Ph.D. student. It was my first year and to say I was excited, as they say here, it was the statement of the year. My dream was to work inside the research department, and maybe occasionally teach, but I wasn’t pursuing the teaching career.

At first the press didn’t react very well to the fact that the coach of the Lakers was openly gay and sporting an open and blunt relationship with a younger guy in front of everyone, even bringing his brat at the games and at parties, but they soon gave up and somehow turned it to their favour, since the news began to sell more copies. Emmett made clear at the very beginning that if they couldn’t accept our relationship, they could kiss his ass; he wasn’t going to keep it secret or pretending something else. He stated clearly that our relationship came before everything else and it wasn’t object of discussion. The manager wanted Emmett and so made everyone else swallow down whatever they had against it; well, the players were quite the assholes at first, but soon they shut up when they found themselves exhausted after the training and when brilliant results came. After sending a couple of them burning to hell for insulting my man right in front of me and menacing to kick their bollocks, they sort of took me well and some became even my friends.

Bloody hell, they got guts saying my accent was weird. Their accent was fecking weird!

I ran faster knowing the game had began already forty minutes ago, but knowing the usual schedule and pace probably by now they had barely ended the second quarter or were about to end it. The long corridor flew besides me and I could hear the shouting and cheering of the public, the squeaking of the shoes on the court, the bouncing of the ball and the general excitement wrapping the whole stadium. I could see Emmett’s eyes fired up, his powerful and commanding figure standing at the side line and directing the players, telling them how to crush down and beat their opponents. Right when I was about to enter and finally join my man, a security guard stopped me quite harshly and almost slammed me against the wall.

“Bloody hell, I have a special pass, can’t you see it, tool?” I snarled quite annoyed. He went to say something, but I slammed the pass right in his face and then another guard stepped over and I recognized in him old Bobby.

“Hey Shane, you’re running late today. Mark, is everything ok, he’s Mr. Johnson’s partner.”

“I understand; I am sorry Mr...”

“Just Shane is fine, now sorry, but as you pointed out, I’m late.” They nodded, Bobby smiling, and I waved while sprinting passed the opening and letting the light of that arena hit me right in the face. As I predicted, only two minutes at the end of the second quarter and the other coach had called a timeout because they were under of twenty points. I smiled and jogged towards Emmett and the guys. He turned his head to me and his usual smirked spread on his handsome face and he winked at me; one of the guys saw me and greeted me from his over two meters by patting my shoulder.

“Hey man, how’s going? Thought you weren’t going to show up your pretty ass.”

“Was late because of a conference, not my fault sham.”

“Derek, think about the game and make sure to cover better when you turn left, because they can see it too clearly. So think about that and not about my man’s ass.” Emmett shot him a quite strong glare, but then let it go, knowing the guy was straighter than a ruler.

“Sorry coach.”

“Shane..” Em smiled at me and taking my arm he dragged me with him right between his players, now reunited around him and greeting me quickly, knowing they couldn’t distract when he spoke. “It’s easy, go with the same pace and speed we went since now and we’ll close the first half with higher score and that’s it. Carry, shoot that damn ball straight to the basket when you have the chance, you hear me? For now leave out all the stunts, is that clear?” Right, he hasn’t changed one bit and standing there beside him, I could feel his authority and force flowing into me. You wouldn’t dare to disobey him, believe me.

“Sure coach, straight in the basket.”

“Good.” He went on quickly explaining and I simple looked at him, feeling the most lucky guy of this world. This incredible and successful man was all mine.

It wasn’t the first time I was late for a game or couldn’t see it, because I had my college life and couldn’t always follow Emmett everywhere and he knew it. Mind me, I recorded every single game, because I loved to watch them and see my man shouting directions and orders and bringing his players to victory. How much I loved to see him like that...back to his life, to the place where he belonged to. But today was another craic and Emmett told me he wanted to have me there at the game with him, because right six years ago he asked me, well he told me, to be his boyfriend, his man, his partner. Yes, six long years ago, in that distant day of February in Dublin, when he also asked me to live with him. Today was special for us.

The game resumed and I sat there on the bench following the fast actions and stealing burning glances at my man, pacing behind the line with burning authority and overwhelming confidence; he knew they were going to win the match. The two minutes passed in a blur and didn’t even realize the referee blew the whistle and the first half was over. The guys stood up and drank water, exchanging comments, opinions and reviewing some schemes; Em walked to me and quickly asked me how the conference went.

“How did it go? I take you were late because it was very interesting, is that correct?” He took a sip from the bottle of water and handed it to me.

“Thanks, and yes, it was very interesting and when it was over we began talking about the new experiment they made at the CERN, you remember I told you about it, right?” He nodded and smiled, softly caressing my cheek. I knew he was proud of me and he would always listen to everything I had to say, even if probably something bored him to death; but never complained or said he was tired, Emmett simply listened to me with interest and a huge grin. “So we just lost time talking about that and my supervisor told the professor what I think of it and we talked and talked and then looked the clock and cursed because it was late.”

“For a moment I thought you weren’t going to come, brat.” Yep, he still called me brat and I still called him arrogant tool and we still loved each other like crazy.

“Were you missing me?” I teased.

“In a way, yes..” He smirked and I rolled my eyes snorting.

“What do you mean in a way?” I crossed my brows slightly irritated, but he simply smirked.

The sudden noise of the public gasping, giggling and cheering attracted my attention and when I looked up at the ceiling, I saw the huge screen scanning the faces of the people and looking for something, or I must say for someone. Bloody hell, here they were crazy, I mean here in the USA. People would wish you happy birthday or many other stuff right at a game in front of everyone and I thought it was terribly embarrassing; we witnessed that months ago at a football game and I remember all the people looking at the couple in question and whistling, clapping hands and whatever the like. Good thing it wasn’t my birthday today.

I wonder who would have been the victim, so I looked at that smiling and when I saw my face on it and realized it wasn’t going to move, I think I stopped breathing and shot a surprised and shocked glare at Emmett, who was now standing and motioning for me to follow him at the centre of the court. I shook my head, but he grabbed my hand with unbreakable grip and pulled me towards his chest, having the guys of his team and the whole stadium staring at us and God knows thinking about what.

Now I understood why he wanted me here today, to celebrate our sixth years, but bloody hell, I was so going to kick his hot ass once alone at home...this was too embarrassing.

Those Americans, always so damn cheesy.

“Emmett..” I whispered to him, but he simply smirked and felt the whole stadium holding its breath and wonder why that.

“Shane, come here with me and remember I love you with all my heart and soul and that you are my world.”

We were standing in the very centre of basketball court, where the players started the game every time by jumping to catch the ball first; why he had to celebrate our sixth year together in such a public way, if you know what I mean? Well, in this way if anyone had a doubt I guess they would leave it for good.

Emmett took my hand and smirked at me in that way that made his butterscotch eyes burn and blaze of that confident and imperative light that had me chained at him and at his glance without being able to look away. He had a microphone in his hand and I wished to disappear somewhere, cursing in my head the USA and their fecking stupid rituals and cheesiness.

“Shane..” He said clearly and I gulped and then ...

Then he knelt on one knee in front of me, searched for something in his pocket and produced out a small black box. Now I wasn’t anymore feeling my legs, my body, my heart. Nothing. I had no idea if I was breathing, if my heart was beating, if I was still there looking at my man kneeling down in front of me in the middle of a basketball court with everyone’s eyes on us. The thing was that I saw only his eyes and his handsome face and the rest vanished in the background completely forgotten. Emmett opened the box and inside was a ring with something shining at the centre of it.

A ring...with Em on his knee in front of me and ... bloody hell, now I felt my heart, which was racing at crazy speed and sending my blood out of mind, my mind a mess of thoughts and feelings and emotions and me whole body shivered out of control. He took the ring in his hand and placed the microphone on the ground, taking me hand in his. Everyone went completely silent and I was hyperventilating. His eyes stared at me with powerful intensity and told me I belonged to him entirely and that was true.

“Shane, marry me.”

Emmett pronounced those three words with clear, firm and almost commanding voice. The hell with the “almost”, it was completely commanding. He still remembered. He didn’t ask me; Em told me to do it, just like six years ago. Right, this was my man and he had just told me to marry him.

Bloody hell.

I gasped and gulped.

Emmett told me to marry him.

Why am I realizing this only now? He just asked me, well told me, to marry him, to become Shane Callan-Johnson.

My eyes widened while his kept resolved and intense on me, waiting for my reply.

“Emmett..” I could barely found my voice.

Em had just asked me to marry him here, in front of thousands of people, in front of the press, journalists and photographers, in front of his team and players. In front of everyone. This was my man, an incredible caring, handsome, stubborn, arrogant, overly confident, successful, loving, strong, possessive, protective, amazing, ... my world as he said, a man that always put me before everything else and that shouted to the world how much he loved me, that never kept our relationship hidden, but always fought for it and for letting me have a dream-like life and love. As much as it was embarrassing standing there in front of thousands of people, I realized it was almost euphoric.

Emmett had declared to the whole USA that he wanted to marry me. And I wanted to marry him.

I felt my heart going crazy and my breath coming back, along with my voice. But the voice wasn’t anymore necessary; what now was necessary was touching and ravishing my man.

I crushed my body on Emmett’s and assaulted his mouth for a mind-blowing kiss, telling him my answer first with that, then pulled back when both of us were breathless and nodding almost hysterically, I cried out thousands of yes, my eyes gleaming with tears that I had a fecking hard time to repress and kick back.

“Yes, Emmett..Yes, yes, yes...I marry you, you arrogant tool...yes, yes, yes...” I couldn’t stop telling him and so he smiled overly happy and I understood how tensed he had been before and for a fraction of seconds feared I could say no. Oh Goodness, I loved him so much. “I love you, Emmett..bloody love you..”

“Shane, by accepting my proposal you just made me the luckiest man walking on our planet and also the happiest and most complete, because now you’ll always be mine. You’re my life, my world and the man I will always love, cherish, respect and protect. You are my love and my angel, you’re the reason today I am here. Thank you, Shane.”

“You’re the reason I am here, Emmett..I..you’re such a tool, I cannot even tell you everything I want to say..” He smirked and then slipped the ring in my finger, a simple round and plain ring made probably of white gold with a round and shining diamond embedded at the centre of it, and only in that moment I realized the stadium had erupted in savage and loud cheering and whistling, clapping and shouting things I couldn’t hear. The guys from Em’s team ran to us and soon took hold of our bodies and threw us in the air and I began to shout and laugh and I was simply out of my mind for the joy. I was going to marry Emmett.

When they finally let us go, my head was spinning dangerously and felt strong and muscular arms going around me.

“You ok, Shane?” He asked concerned studying my face, meaning with his question many things.

“I am more than simply ok; I feel euphoric...” Em understood what I meant and there in front of the whole stadium that was still roaring at his proposal and my answer, he pulled me up and let his mouth take mine for a burning kiss, his tongue immediately claiming dominance and possession and rubbing on me so sensually and hungrily that my knees almost gave up. I didn’t fall only because of his arms around me.

“And so am I, brat. I love you so much and tonight it will be just the two of us, because tomorrow we will have company.” I snapped my eyes open and jerked my head back to stare at him and he smirked. “Yes, Alice and Jordan and then Enna and Roman.”

“They knew?” I gasped.

“Of course, I basically first asked your hands to them and they followed everything on streaming.” My mouth fell open and didn’t know what to say. “Enna is overly excited and already making my head explode talking about the wedding.” Now it was me smirking.

“You should have known it, sham.” I provoked him, slightly and discreetly grinding on him. I was craving to have my man and couldn’t wait to be alone with him, to celebrate what had just happened. The best day in my life, so far anyway, because I knew more of these best days were about to come. I was going to become his husband. And Emmett would be my husband. Bloody hell, my husband. I loved the sound of it, it was perfect to me.

“Hmm, can’t wait to be at home with you, just the two of us.” He murmured hotly on my ear.

“Same for me, Em.”

The game ended with a victory for The Lakers and I bet me bollocks that wasn’t going to be the only topic of the morning news, if you know what I mean. What happened last night at the stadium brought quite huge uproar in the world of basket and sport in general and as soon as we left the place, journalists tried to stop us to ask for more particular, but they got nothing. Em kept our life extremely private and the only thing that was left public was the fact we loved each other and we were in a strong, solid, unbreakable and perfect relationship.

We finally reached home and soon discarded some of our clothes around the house, not caring about anything else aside our now consuming and imperative desire and passion; we needed to be together and make love. Soon I found myself pinned on one of our huge sofas, both panting and groaning like two wolves craving for their mate.

“Shane, I want you to lose my sanity. I love you to lose my sanity and soon you’ll be my husband, my sexy, hot and cocky husband.”

“How did you manage to make it sound kinky?” I asked him while biting his neck and grinding on his bursting shaft. We were so bloody hard and ready.

“Because you’re driving me insane right now, brat and because I can’t wait to be inside you and love you until dawn.”

“I can’t still believe you asked me that right in front of everyone. For a moment I had wanted to kick your ass, you tool...but I think I just fell in love with you all over once again..”

“You just think?” He asked arching his brow and not liking to hear that it wasn’t sure. Hmm, he hasn’t changed at all.

“You know it’s a way of saying, Em.” I breathed on his ear making him growl and shiver in restrained and barely controlled feral lust.

“Then just say it clearly, brat..tell me, I want to hear it.” There, his ordering and competitive side, a side I loved because now it was all mine and only for me. Do you know how many famous girls, women, models, actresses and more tried to make a move on my man? Tried to seduce him? Too many for my fecking taste, but he always turned them down or ignored them and always said there was only me. Emmett was mine.

“I fell in love with you all over again and there is only you for me. Now Em, do tell me. I want to hear that, too, that you belong only to me.” He smirked at that and suddenly rolled us over having me straddling him. His hands sank in my dishevelled hair and sent me insane just with his glare; he pressed his lips on mine and staring at my eyes he said.

“I love when you’re possessive and jealous, it’s arousing Shane and makes me feel the centre of your world, but you know I belong only to you as you belong only to me, and I love you to such extent that my words aren’t worth enough to express it and tonight I fell for you, my sexy devil, all over again and God knows how I felt when you said yes. I can’t wait to call you husband and Mr. Johnson.” Bloody hell, did his words dangerously turn me on and had me heart melt for the force of his feelings.

“I can’t wait either..hmm, my hot and wild husband..” I teased him

“Now it’s you making it sound kinky and must say it, I love it, brat.” He rolled us over again and in a blink he flipped me on my stomach and quite ravenously chucked down my jeans and tossed them somewhere in the living room. “How about a bath in our Jacuzzi, with music of your choice and candles and champagne? I have a bottle of your favourite waiting for us.”

I let out the moan in my throat and he chuckled satisfied, so I flicked my hands behind and grabbed his round and muscular ass and pressed it down on me, teasing his impossibly hard member with strong and lustful rubs, up and down with my own ass, aching to him inside. “Shane, tempting me on purpose?”

“You know that already, Em..” I turned my head to the side and glance at him and when our eyes met, everything else stopped. He lifted himself from me and without effort his arms grabbed and picked me up from the couch and he walked us up the stairs to reach our bathroom. I didn’t any longer protest when Emmett did that, because I came to like feeling his muscular and solid arms around me and taking me to somewhere he wanted to make love.

He stepped in our master bathroom and we turned on the water and added some foamy soap and Em asked me what I wanted to listen to, but tonight I preferred nothing, only our breaths, our panting and groaning. I wanted and needed to feel him entirely and so did my future husband. He simply said he would get the champagne and while I waited for him, I undressed myself and stayed there naked sitting at the border of that bathtub. When he entered the room I heard him take a deep and sharp breath and in two feral steps he was in front of me. His eyes ranked hungrily my body and then his hand took mine and his lips stroked the ring.

“I love you, Shane.” Emmett murmured staring with burning eyes at me.

“I love you, too, Emmett.” He handed me a flute and we took a sensual sip of champagne and then I placed the glasses and bottle at the other border of the Jacuzzi and slowly began to open his shirt. “Let me see your hot and muscular body, Em. Let me tear away these bloody clothes, so my hands and tongue can taste it and drive you insane.”

“Shane...” He groaned when my fingers reached his pulsing length. He was so hard and so was I and he could see and feel that clearly, since I was slowly rubbing myself on him like a cat, in the clear intent of provoking him.

He suddenly grabbed my wrists and yanked me flush against his naked and rock-like chest, claiming my mouth for a life-changing kiss, literally fucking and possessing my mouth with his authoritative tongue. Bloody hell, I loved to kiss Em so much... I tugged my wrists and he growled, but let them go and soon they were ripping off his trousers and underwear, hungry for his god-like body. Emmett broke the kiss a moment, only to smirk at me and kick away his last pieces of clothes. I roamed his strong and mouth-watering body and muscles shamelessly, in clear smouldering desire. He was so damn handsome and muscular, so powerful and with such dominant and confident aura around him; I’ll never get tired of repeating over and over how much I loved Emmett.

Emmett was my entire world, my universe.

He slipped his hands on my back and descended it still firmly staring at me; then groped my ass and with a resolute pull I had my legs wrapped around his waist and our shafts stroking together. Em moved to the tube and soon we felt the warm water sloshing on our burning and sweaty skin. My breath had grown deeper and rawer and his went heavier; my blood pulsed faster and when he sat down, I attacked his mouth and pushed him against the back of the tube, straddling him and suddenly letting his demanding member penetrate me completely. We both moaned and groaned and soon he took hold of my hips and guided my rocking on him.

“God Shane...always so insanely sensual and gorgeous..”

“And you always so wild and commanding..” I panted arching my back.

“You mind it?” I could hear the arrogant tone in his voice and see the conceited smirk on his face.

“You know I love it, now Em, love me and take me bloody hard and wild.” I demanded and he immediately thrust inside rough and impossibly deep, burying himself entirely into me. “Ahhh...like this...” I cried out in pure ecstasy. Emmett chuckled loving to hear that and began to penetrate me at an insane pace, just the way I loved it.

“Hmm Shane... going to love you the entire night...”

One of his hands ran through my hair and pressed my mouth a breath away from his.

“Now everyone knows you are completely and only mine.” He groaned.

“I have always been completely and only yours, Emmett... ahhh...” My man smirked and then gave my lips a quick a tender peck.

“That’s true brat, as it’s true I have always be only and entirely yours.”

EMMETT POV:  FOUR YEARS LATER

“Hmm, Shane..c’mon, just a quickie and then I’ll let you go..” I murmured at the shell of his ear, tugging his earlobe with my teeth, ranking his incredibly sensual and tempting body with my hands, never tired of possessing and loving my husband.

God, more than three years ago Shane and I got married and since then we had a constant honeymoon and loved each other every day more and more; and we desired and craved for each other every day more and more. They said that habits and everyday routine could kill the first burning and passionate love and sexual desire, but let me tell you something, in our case it was just bullshit. It was true we changed in few things and became more mature and how to say, more calm and sensitive, but the lustful spark never ceased between us, it probably actually increased with the time and the love.

We still lived in Los Angeles after a short parenthesis where I coached for a year in Boston, but now I was back home and still coached the Lakers and when the time would come to stop that, I would probably still work for the team as manager, given they liked me and made clear they didn’t want to lose me.

Well, it was true anyway that I gave them some precious advices and kicked the players’ ass in the right way. Right, in this I hadn’t changed much and my man, well my husband, had fun in pointing that out, but he loved it. Shane...my unique brat and husband. Ten years passed since that day and I still remembered every single particular, from his cocky and provoking expression to his damn hard accent. And you know what? He had lost none of them. Well, he had picked a bit of American slang, but not too much and I was glad, because I loved when he cursed in his impossible way or wished me good morning with thick and lazy Irish accent. I loved my husband so much and I still couldn’t believe how life had been enormously generous with me, granting me with such a unique creature.

Shane was still outrageously sensual and he drove me crazy with just a glance of his gorgeous jades. His hair grew slightly longer and became more wavy and messy, but that gave him a more delicious and tempting air. My brat was now working inside the university of Los Angeles as applied physics researcher and had achieved quite outstanding results and published articles and a couple of books. He was a damn sexy genius and I found that very arousing.

If I think about it, many things changed in our life, but at the same time we changed very little and I couldn’t ask for more, since I got everything a man could wish for.

I teased harder his earlobe and he moaned on my collarbone, while his hands tugged my hair.

“So, what you say? Another quickie? Just last one...”

“Argh, Emmett, let go, you said that three quickies ago and everyone will be back very soon and I sure don’t want to show myself to Alice and Jordan in this condition, not again anyway.” He snorted and when I laughed remembering the episode he referred to, he playfully slapped the back of my neck and in all response I sank my teeth in his shoulder and pushed him flat on the table of the kitchen.

How did we end in the kitchen? I couldn’t recall now.

“But they don’t care and when you’re angry you are so sexy and aggressive and I love it.”
“You are such a terrible husband sometimes, you know that, tool?”

“But you love me, isn’t it?” I nuzzled his neck breathing in his unique scent. Damn it, I was so turned on right now and I just wanted to slam my brat down and take him for hours, but suppose he was right and it wasn’t just about Alice and Jordan. “Fine, let’s take a break for now and let us have a quick shower, so to be decent.”

He tenderly pecked my lips and right when I got up, he grabbed my wrists and jerked me down.

“But we have the entire night for us, isn’t it?” Was my husband the most tempting and hot devil.

“No need to ask, brat.” He rolled his beautiful liquid eyes, but then smirked at me and licked my lips deliberately slowly. Shane hasn’t changed since that first day we met in Dublin. “I’m going to ravish you the entire night.”

“To think you’re going to be forty very soon, shouldn’t you be less horny and have less stamina?” I arched my brow at his question and gave him my usual glare and he licked again my lips. “I sure am not, even if I’m already thirty, I think I am even more than I used to be...”

“And I am the bad husband and anyway, I have enough stamina for both of us.” I teased him slowly descending with my hands his sinfully gorgeous body and toyed with his nipple.

“You’re the perfect husband and father.” He murmured to me and smiled feeling the most fortunate man.

“So are you, Shane.” We kissed softly and sweetly and exchanged a long glance. “Alright, let’s shower, shall we?” He nodded and we managed to really just shower, but that only because we didn’t have enough time.

Right when we walked down the stairs that led to the hall of our villa, we heard the large door bursting open with a chorus of giggling and laughing and soon a pair of tiny arms was hugging me tight and a tinker-bell like voice chanting something in my ear.

“Daddy, daddy, we found your birthday present!” Chloe, our five years old daughter chirped and snuggled her pretty head in my neck, then she spotted Shane behind me and waggled her arms to attract him closer.

“Hey sweetie, did you have fun? Did you behave or drove uncles Roman and Jordan out of their minds?” He asked ruffling her dark lockets. Our daughter giggled and shook her head.

“I was a good girl, dad and we found a present for daddy Metty.” She picked that name from Alice, her favourite auntie, along with Enna, even if I wasn’t allowed to call him aunt, given that was right because he was a man.

“That was supposed to be a surprise, little princess...” Enna walked inside with Jordan, the guy giving me his usual joyful grin.

“Yo Johnson, did ya have fun while alone in here?” He joked.

“Oh, we had fun four times...” Shane sniggered and winked in his usual cocky way and Chloe looked at us with her green big eyes thinking we were talking about some game.

“You played without us?” She asked slightly disappointed she missed some fun.

“Don’t worry, we will play later all together, promise.” Shane said and she clapped her hands as if it was Christmas morning. She was the most adorable and sweet little girl and it was incredible how much attached already was to us, granted we adopted her and her twin brother only two years ago. Speaking of the devil, where was Adam?

“Where are Adam and JJ?” I inquired.

“Coming with Alice and Roman, somehow your son really likes my love.” Enna explained taking Chloe in his arms and promising her to arrange her hair like a real princess. Well, no wonder she was crazy about him.

“Enna, when are Ciara and Anka coming? I forgot it, I have so many data and formulas right now in my mind that sometimes I can fecking see them dancing in front of me.” Shane asked stopping right beside me and wrapping one arm around my waist, my arm automatically snaking him tight to me.

“If I remember correctly their flight lands tomorrow around twelve.”

Right, Enna and Roman and the two skinny and loud dolls joined us for my birthday, since they couldn’t fly over for Shane’s and we decided to have a huge party all together, to celebrate as well Shane’s second book. Didn’t I say he was a sensual genius? Oh forgot to say, our twins loved Ciara and Anka and strangely enough Adam was very attached to Enna’s sister and I think it was because the skinny doll was like a grown-up kid and had a special and playful way to relate with him that easily broke through his initial shyness and wariness. The fact we usually spent a month in Ireland every summer, between Dublin and the country side, clearly helped in forming that strong bond.

“That is correct, my angel.” Roman stepped inside helping my sister to carry the bags and the little men came running inside surpassing them and both smashing against my legs.

“First!” They shouted together.

I smiled and so did Jordan. He was an amazing father and after leaving the NBA decided to work with me at that project to help kids with family problems and teenagers facing issues with drugs and addiction in general. It was going very well and it gave us all great joy and satisfaction. Alice had opened with a friend and a business partner an art gallery in San Francisco, where they lived, and worked as well as photographer.

Adam and JJ went to run away again, but Shane stopped them before bumping against my sister, right now at her last month. This time it was going to be a girl and Chloe couldn’t wait to have another cousin to play with.

“Adam, don’t you even say hi to us?” My man asked our son squatting down to better look at his bright green eyes. Adam was less open and spontaneous than his twin sister and it took longer for him to trust us and open up, but we gave him the necessary time and after a longer while he started to come closer and closer until one day he surprised us with a timid hug. He stared at Shane shyly and quickly hugged him and then looked at me, but I simply winked and he gave me a huge grin.

“Did you have fun, Adam?” He nodded still grinning. “Shane promised to bake his famous pie, what do you say about it?”

“Really daddy?” He asked looking at Shane with shining eyes.

“Yep and who wants to help me?”

“Me, me, me!!” The three kids shouted at the same time and then ran to the kitchen with my husband and Enna.

“Hey little mouse, everything ok?” I asked her, already having Jordan at her side.

“Yes Metty, feeling wonderful and must confess I’m starving.” We both laughed and my best buddy walked her to the kitchen where the others were having fun trying to bake a cake. Roman and I sat at the counter and opened a bottle of wine and then juice for the kids.

“Well Emmett, must say once again that you have a wonderful family. I am sincerely happy for you and Shane.”

“Thank you, Roman.” He nodded and then looked at his man and a soft smiled formed on his face.

“We did miss Shane at first, especially my love, because he has a more sensitive nature, but we knew there was nothing to be sad about, because you are true soul mates and we couldn’t be happier for him and for you as well.” I smiled and in that moment my gorgeous and tempting husband peeked at me and smirked.

“He missed you guys, too, and he still does, thus I am grateful you two flew over here and decided to spend a week with us.” He still considered them his family and our kids called them uncle Enna and uncle Roman. Shane walked towards us and laced his arms around my neck.

“What should we make for dinner? Aren’t Jamie and Viviane coming over?”

“They are, but don’t worry about it, I’m going to help you.” My younger brother was still playing in the NFL and we had become very close, like we used to be when we were younger, actually probably more, because we overcame difficulties and problems. It was great to have Jamie back into my life.

“Hard task, Em. You better just sit here and enjoy the view, because I already have enough help.” He smiled and we both looked at Enna and Alice teaching at the kids how to mix the ingredients for the cake.

“I suppose you are right. Then we’ll drink a glass of wine and enjoy the view.” My hand slipped on his ass and fondled it quite hungrily; he winked and we both had the same thought.

“Stop harassing your husband master, let him go, so we can have dinner.” Jordan sat beside Roman and poured himself a glass of wine. “And hope you don’t mind, but also Anthony and Jennifer are coming over.”

“What? Bloody hell, why didn’t you tell me so before?”

“Err, was I supposed to?” He asked completely clueless. Shane rolled his eyes.

“Enna, we got a problem. Jordan here forgot to mention that we have two extra guests at dinner.”

“Who is coming?” My sister asked.

“Anthony and Jennifer, baby.” She smiled and Jordan walked to her and placed his hands on her round belly, both of them giggling and chuckling like two kids. They gasped and then laughed and I was sure the little thing had just kicked.

I smiled and sat back simply looking around me. My wonderful and incredible husband was now planning dinner with Enna and Roman joined them to help; Alice and Jordan were playing with Adam and their son and Chloe spotted me and running she launched herself on me.

“Daddy!” She twitted. “When will Caroline be here?” Caroline was my brother’s daughter and she was six years old and off course Chloe couldn’t wait to play with her cousin.

“Very soon, princess.”

I kissed her forehead and when I lifted my eyes, I met Shane’s liquid jades tenderly staring at me. We exchanged a mute and deep look in which thousands of words and feelings passed through and we both felt the same.

We both felt the most fortunate men of this world, because we had found our soul mates in each other, and we had an amazing family and friends. Shane indeed was my world and he had given me back my life and brought me love and now our family.

Was there something else I could ask for? No, there was not, because I had everything. I had my unique and love of my life husband and two adorable kids.

I had all I needed: my family.

-THE END-

Author's chit-chat:

So now "All you need is ME" is concluded and completed and I will miss Shane and Emmett.. our ESHMETT. What about you guys, will you miss them?

Were you satisfied with the epilogue of this story? I know I go for dream-like and very happy ending, but that's me and I like to think we can dream and breath such feelings at least in stories we write and read. Hope you enjoyed it!

Did you see them adopting kids or not? What do you think of the wedding proposal? Typical of Emmett, believe me ;-)

Soon I'll begin to post "Fallen for an angel", so stay tuned :-)))

One more time, THANK YOU VERY MUCH to all of you for staying with me until the epilogue and being such amazing fans and readers!

-TheWitchAndTheCat-