AIDEEN - Casey L.A. (книги онлайн полностью TXT) 📗

Typically, women would take two weeks off before the impending birth of their child, but as it was so flexible in my job, I tapped into eight of the sixteen unpaid weeks I had and used them after I was attacked, which the school was more than happy to accommodate.

I sighed as I pushed away thoughts of how much I missed working, and focused on the phone call to my brother.

“James and Harley are on a blind double date, and Dante is here with me playing Fifa.”

That fucking game. Kane and his brothers were playing the same game constantly.

“Tell Dante hey.”

“Tell him yourself, puttin’ you on speaker now.”

I smiled. “Dante, why are you playin’ video games with Gavin on a Friday night instead of being out?”

Dante’s snort was loud. “Hello to you too, dear sister.”

I grinned.

“To answer your question, it’s only half ten, I don’t go anywhere until twelve. No one goes to clubs when they just open.”

I rolled my eyes. “I can’t remember the last time I went clubbin’ so spare me the details.”

My brothers laughed.

“Are you still pregnant?” Gavin asked me.

I smiled. “No, I had the kid and decided not to tell you both.”

Dante snickered. “You walked right into that one.”

“Whatever. When do you think you will have the baby? You’ve been pregnant forever.”

Tell me about it.

“I’ve two weeks until me due date, it might be a while yet.”

They both sighed and it made me smile.

“I miss you both.”

Dante snorted. “You saw me two days ago.”

“Two days is a long time,” I countered.

“I’ll swing by tomorrow, that cool?”

I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.

I opened my mouth to speak when I heard Gavin growl, “Fuckin’ Nico.”

“What?” I questioned as cheers erupted from my sitting room.

“The prick just scored against me.”

I blinked. “Are you playing Kane and his brothers?”

“Yeah, we’re takin’ turns,” Dante replied.

Boys and their bloody toys.

“Okay, I’ll leave you both be.” I frowned. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye,” Gavin’s voice sounded before the phone clicked off.

Goodbye to you, too, little brother.

I shook my head, tossed my phone onto my nightstand and stood up. I was bored, and even though I didn’t want to watch the lads play their football game, it beat lying in bed doing nothing.

The girls, bar Branna who was working, went out for dinner and because it was a restaurant that served sushi, I couldn’t go. Sushi was off limits to me. It made me sick before I was pregnant. Even the smell of it could set me off, but it was a definite no-go now that I was having a baby.

I exited my room and paused at the front door as a key entered the lock and the handle jiggled. I stepped back with a racing heart until I saw who the person was and calmed down.

“Keela,” I breathed. “You scared me.”

She looked just as surprised to see me standing right behind the door, but quickly exhaled and moved closer to me.

“How was dinner—”

“I need your help.”

I widened my eyes. “With what?”

“The girls,” Keela murmured.

I gasped. “What about the girls?”

“Shhh!”

I winced and looked to the sitting room door as it opened and Nico and Kane practically fell out of it. Kane placed his hand on his chest when he saw me.

“Fuck. I thought something was wrong.”

I looked to Keela who was glaring at me.

“My bad.”

Nico straightened. “Keela, where are Bronagh and Alannah?”

She scratched her neck. “In the elevator.”

I poked her arm.

“What’s wrong?”

She groaned. “It’s not me fault, I didn’t know what they were drinkin’—”

“Keela?” Alec’s voice said sternly from behind his brothers. “What happened?”

I blinked at Alec, having never heard him sound so serious before.

“Brongah and Alannah, they’re kind of... drunk.”

Nico stumbled. “Bronagh is pregnant!”

“Yeah,” Keela said and scratched her neck again. “We were at dinner and her and Alannah drank these weird drinks. The menu said they were alcohol free … but they weren’t. The waiter got the order mixed up. She didn’t drink loads, just a few glasses.”

Nico raised an eyebrow. “Where the hell is she? I can deal with her—”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Keela,” Nico said, his tone dangerously low. “Where is Bronagh?”

Keela caved under his gaze. “I told you she is in the elevator … but she is sittin’ in it in just her bra and knickers, ridin’ it up and down with Alannah… who is also drunk, and semi-naked.”

Damien was suddenly pushing his way through his brothers so fast it made Kane laugh.

“Semi-naked, drunk Alannah?” he said. “Damien Slater is on the case.”

All the brothers laughed, but the twins ignored them and ran out of the apartment. I followed them just because I wanted to see the next few minutes unfold. I walked up behind Damien and Nico and folded my arms across my chest when Nico hit the elevator button.

“It’s on the second floor and rising,” Damien murmured.

We all watched the dial for the floors, and watched the number climb higher and higher until the elevator pinged and the double doors opened. I covered my hands with my mouth when I saw what I saw.

“Nope,” Bronagh slurred. “Your ti-tits are definitely bigger than mine.”

“Really?” Alannah murmured and cupped her boobs in her hands. “I don’t think th-they are.”

What in the world?

“Oh, my God.” I laughed.

Nico cursed when he took her in. “Damn it, Bronagh!”

Bronagh and Alannah turned their heads and burst into giggles when they saw the three of us staring at them.

“We’re caught,” Alannah shouted and put her hands in the air. “Elevator lesbian sex is no more!”

Damien balled his hand into a fist, brought it to his mouth and bit down on it. I didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh at her or if he was stopping himself from taking her right then and there.

His gaze was solely locked on her.

“Damien!” Alannah squealed with excitement when her eyes landed on him and she pushed herself to her feet.

I watched her with wide eyes because she only had a black pair of underwear on.

That was it.

“Yes, Alannah?” he asked and made a point of keeping eye contact with her.

She cupped her bare breasts with both hands. “Do my boobs look bigger than the la-last time you saw them?”

Nico stepped in the way of the elevator doors when they tried to close. He hit the emergency stop button and stared down at his girlfriend.

“I can’t believe this shit,” he grunted and put his right hand up like a fan on the side of his face to form a divide so he couldn’t see Alannah’s body.

“Damien,” Alannah pressed, “do they or don’t th-they?”

I looked at Damien and the poor bastard was staring at Alannah’s chest like it was his next meal. I elbowed him and he looked at me before clearing his throat and looking to Alannah’s face.

“Um, why don’t we get you dressed? Does that sound good?”

Alannah lazily smirked. “Will you be the one to dress me?”

“You. Me. Crazy elevator sex. Right no-now.”

I looked to Bronagh when she spoke and laughed when she grabbed hold of Dominic’s shoulders and pulled him down on top of her body.

“Bronagh!” he shouted with surprise. “I could hurt you. Would you let me get you dressed and we—”

“You told me you loved me naked th-though.”

Nico grunted. “I do, but—”

“Then let me be naked, I like being free,” she said, and shimmied causing her breasts, and other places, to jiggle.

I cackled and took out my phone, and began recording. There was no way in hell I was not capturing this.

“Bronagh, for the love of God, stop doing that,” Nico begged as he adjusted the front of his trousers.

“Shimmy with me!” she giggled, making me laugh harder.