Ch. 15 (Part 3)

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

Thank you soooo much for you awesome comments and for voting and reading: THANK YOU!!

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

A big thank and kiss to Fronno and Klovis for being so sweet to answer my message and go back to leave comments at the beginning xox

Dedicated to Twizzlers20 for her great support, thanks hon! and all of you!!

On the right a pic of the cliff of Moher

Cheers xox


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

Bloody hell, he smelled so good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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