Текст книги "AIDEEN"

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I grinned. “I’ll give you two guesses, but you’re only goin’ to need one.”

“You can sweet talk me all you like; I’m not having sex with you.”

I whimpered. “But Kane—”

“Nope. We’ve talked—or shouted—about this already. He is so low, I’m afraid I’ll knock against his head or something.”

I groaned. “Your dick isn’t long enough to touch him.”

“Thanks very much.”

“No,” I laughed. “I mean—”

“I know what you mean, but I just can’t do it. He is our baby and he is so close to coming into this world. It freaks me out knowing he could move while I’m inside you. Like... he could possibly be awake while I’m banging his mom. That’s not cool at all, Aideen.”

I crossed my legs when laughter erupted out of me, but it was too late.

“I just peed myself!” I laughed. “This is your fault.”

Kane laughed loudly as he held onto me. “Come on, pissy panties. Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

He took me by the hand, and as much as it killed me not knowing what he was up to, I put my trust in him like he asked because I loved him more than life itself.

The sex thing though?

That bullshit wasn’t flying at all.

I would seduce Kane... even if it killed me.

“Aideen?”

Not. Now.

“Baby, wake up.”

I growled. “Why?”

I felt a hand touch my behind.

“It’s nearly eleven. If you sleep any longer then you won’t sleep tonight.”

I whimpered and buried my face into my pillow. “But I’m so tired.”

I was exhausted from the baby’s movements keeping me awake during the night. Usually I could doze during her tossing and turning, but last night she was so tightly tucked under my ribs that it hurt to lie down. I had to stand up so I could breathe probably.

“I know you are, darling, but you can nap later. I promise.”

Hmmm.

A nap sounded good.

“Can I nap now?” I asked, my eyes cracking open to take a peek at my surroundings.

Kane’s low rumbling chuckle caused a slow smile to spread across my face.

“You aren’t a morning person, are you?” he mused.

“No, I’m not. There is a reason mornin’ and mournin’ sound the same.”

He laughed louder, then not-so-gently swatted my behind.

“Get your fine ass up.”

I stayed put.

“Or what?”

Kane levelled me with a don’t-fuck-with-me stare. “You don’t want to know ‘or what?’”

I knew he would do something I didn’t like if I tested him, so I dramatically sighed as I pushed myself up to my knees and sat back on my heels. I looked to Kane and pouted.

He only smiled at me as he leaned over the bed, snaked his hand around my neck where he gripped me tightly and pulled me forward until his mouth covered mine.

I moaned into his mouth and lifted my hands to his biceps, squeezing him lightly.

“Good morning,” he murmured against my lips.

I sucked on his lower lip before releasing it with a pop and saying, “Fuck me and it will be a really good mornin’.”

Kane growled. “Aideen.”

Shit.

“Please,” I begged. “You know how sensitive I am. I need some simulation and release or I start to hurt.”

Kane frowned. “You know I can make you come without fucking you, babydoll.”

I grunted. “It’s great, but not the same. I miss feelin’ you inside of me.”

“You’re trying to guilt me,” Kane said and set his jaw.

I continued to pout. “Is it workin’?”

“No,” he said through clenched teeth.

I looked to the side then down and grinned when I saw his erection strained against his jeans. I reached for it, but Kane quickly grabbed hold of my wrist, halting my movements.

“Kane,” I snapped, anger rising within me. “Please, just fuck me. It’s been over five weeks since you pulled this no sex crap. It’s not funny anymore. We should use this time to have as much sex as possible since we won’t be able to for weeks after I have the baby!”

The muscle worked in his jaw as he glared at me, which only annoyed me further.

“I don’t feel comfortable having sex with you while you’re so close to having the baby.”

Sadness squished my anger.

“You... you find me body uncomfortable?” I asked then looked away when tears welled in my eyes. “Do you think I’m ugly?”

Kane lowly cursed before lowering my hand that he still held to the front of his jeans, rubbing my palm over his hardened length. “Does that feel like I think your body is uncomfortable or ugly?”

I sniffled. “No.”

“Look at me.”

I did.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re so sexy my dick can hardly stand it. When you’re swollen with my baby, it heightens my attraction to you. Your. Body. Is. Perfect.”

I looked up at him. “Then why won’t you take me?”

He blushed a little. “I just don’t like the idea of my cock being so close to our baby. I know you have told me it’s impossible to touch him, but it just... freaks me out. I’m sorry.”

I was still upset, but I was also reassured that he didn’t find me unattractive because I was pregnant and, well, whale sized.

“It’s okay,” I said even though I still wished we could have sex.

I didn’t just want the orgasm that sex brought; I adored the intimacy and closeness of being so close to Kane. That’s what I was starting to miss.

“Are you mad?”

Mad? No.

Upset? Yes.

“No, I’m not mad,” I replied and hugged his body to mine.

I felt him relax and sigh with relief. After a minute I went into the bathroom. When I was finished going to the toilet and having a morning wash, I glanced in the mirror.

I always wanted to have sex while looking at Kane as he fucked me from behind. I placed my hands on the bathroom counter, bent forward and crossed my legs when the pulse between them intensified.

Damn it.

“What are you doing?”

I glanced to the side when I heard his voice then glanced down to my body. Clearly I wasn’t being obvious enough.

“I feel really hot right now. Me clit is hurtin’, and I was wonderin’ if you would do somethin’ for me?”

He came up behind me and eyed me suspiciously in the mirror and asked, “What do you want?”

“I want to come in this position... but with your cock stimulatin’ my clit.”

Kane’s sharp intake of breath almost made me grin.

Almost.

“What kind of monster are you?” he accused.

I smiled innocently. “What do you mean?”

“Do you have any idea how difficult it will be for me to do what you want without fucking you?”

I had an idea.

“I can give you head after I come if you want?” I reasoned

Kane opened his mouth then closed it. He stared at me for a few moments before he said, “Okay,” and began unbuckling the belt around his hips and unbuttoning his jeans.

I blinked.

That was easier than I thought it would be.

“I’m so excited,” I squealed, making Kane snort.

I stood upright from the counter and turned when he stepped closer to me. Without speaking, he dipped his head and captured my mouth with a hungry kiss. I wound my hands around his neck and knotted my fingers in his hair causing him to growl into my mouth.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice low and husky.

My pulse spiked as I did what I was told.

I dropped my hands from his hair, turned around and gripped onto the counter before me. Kane kneeled down and placed his hands on the hem of my pyjamas shorts and underwear.

After one swift pull he had them around my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. I looked up expecting to see Kane, but I saw only me.

“Kane?”

“Bend forward a little more.”

I leaned forward as much as I could without it being too uncomfortable on my stomach and back. I had to widen my stance, and gripped the countertop harder than before.

“Okay, now wha—KANE!”

I screamed as his warm, wet tongue suddenly plunged into my body, and his large calloused hands latched onto my thighs as he feasted on me.

I held my breath for a moment, but moaned with pleasure as Kane removed his tongue from my body, and tongued his way up to my clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth and rubbed it back and forth between his lips causing me to throw my head back as heat flooded my core.

I was about to come.

“Kane,” I cried out. “Use your cock, please.”

He growled as he tore his mouth from my clit and stood up behind me. I heard the rustle of his jeans as he did as I pleaded. He suddenly placed his hand on my lower back and kicked my ankles with his foot, forcing me to widen my stance as much as I possibly could without it hurting.

I felt my eyes roll back when Kane slid the head of his cock against me, using my juices as lubrication.

“Fuck,” he hissed through what sounded like clenched teeth. “You’re so wet, baby.”

I moaned in response and nudged my behind back against him. He sucked in a breath and used both of his hands to grip my hips where he dug his fingers into my flesh in warning to be still.

“Kane, please,” I begged, feeling the edge of my impending orgasm simmering down.

He lifted his right hand from my body, gripped his cock and rubbed the head back and forth over my clit.

Yes.

“Are you close?” he asked, his voice strained.

I didn’t answer him.

Instead I looked up and through the mirror I caught his gaze just as I pulled forward a little. The moment I felt Kane’s cock slide back to my entrance, I pushed back. Kane roared and grabbed hold of my hips, halting him breaching me completely. He looked down and almost snarled when I wiggled my behind against him, trying to take more than just his head.

“You. Are. Evil.”

“No,” I panted. “I’m horny and want you to fuck me.”

“Aideen—”

“Watch me while you fuck me.”

“Aideen,” Kane growled in warning. “I can’t.”

I pouted. “Please, just try to put the head in a little more... I really need to feel you, Kane. I’m begging you.”

Kane set his jaw, but his eyes fluttered shut when I rubbed back against him.

“Just... just the tip?” he whispered and cracked an eye open.

Hell. No.

I nodded my head to appease him.

“Just the tip, baby,” I repeated.

I was spewing bullshit because as soon as I got the chance I would push back and take all of him.

“Oh, fuck,” Kane snarled. “This is… God!”

I quivered as goose bumps broke out over my skin. “Yes, just a little more.”

Kane’s fingers dug into my hips. “You aren’t making this… easier. Fuck. How do you feel tighter?”

I licked my lips. “Lack of use, maybe?”

Kane slapped my arse and said, “Smartass.”

I grinned to myself, taking him that bit deeper instead as he gently pushed his hips forward. He hissed as if he were in pain. He would be in pain if he didn’t give in to his body’s needs and take me.

Taking things into my own hands, or vagina, with all of my might I pushed back and in one fluid motion Kane was balls deep inside of me. He roared as his hands squeezed me tightly. He held still for all of two-seconds before he lost it.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, son.”

His control was a thing of the past; he pounded into me so hard I thought I would split in two.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarled as he leaned forward and bit down on my shoulder.

I arched my back and moaned out loud, “Yes.”

Kane’s hands were all over me as he fucked me. I couldn’t let go of the counter with my hands to reach back and feel for him because without the balance, I would fall flat on my face.

“God, I’ve missed this pussy,” he grunted as he slammed into me.

I gripped the counter tighter as I felt my orgasm stir back up inside of me.

“Yes, yes!” I cried out. “Kane, fuck!”

“Look at me.”

I lifted my gaze to the mirror and watched his face twist with pleasure as he bore his eyes into mine.

“Are you with me?” he asked, his eyes so hooded with ecstasy they almost closed.

I pushed back into him and closed my eyes. “Always.”

He picked up his pace and fucked me so hard I momentarily stopped breathing as my body exploded. I greedily sucked in air when my lungs began to burn. My grip on the counter loosened as the toe-curling pulses slowed and my hips stopped jerking.

“Wow,” I whispered, and pressed my cheek to the cool marble countertop.

I shivered as I felt Kane slide out of me, his hands still on my hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “That was awesome.”

I hummed in agreement.

I was still recovering when I heard Kane move about then suddenly jumped when a wet, cool piece of fabric pressed between my legs.

“Easy,” Kane murmured. “I’m just cleaning you up, I came more than usual.”

I tiredly chuckled. “That’s what happens when you deny yourself sex, your balls explode when you give in.”

Kane guffawed as he continued to gently wipe me clean before placing the cloth he used in the wash basket in the corner of the bathroom. I stood upright as he came up behind me and put his arms around me. He nuzzled the side of his face against mine, and slid his hands over my belly.

“I can’t believe you seduced me.”

I giggled. “I can’t believe it took so long for me to successfully seduce you. Usually I just have to look at you the right way and you’re game.”

He nipped my shoulder. “I was worried about the little one.”

I covered my hands with his. “Sex is recommended towards the end of pregnancy. I told you. A lot of the time it can be the very thing to induce labour.”

Kane looked up at me through the mirror and said, “What are we waiting for then? Bedroom. Now.”

I laughed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. With a determined look on his face, and one of pure delight on mine, we headed to our sanctum.

The prospect of going into labour early never looked, or felt, so good.

“Where are James, Harley and Dante?” I asked Gavin as I held my phone to my ear.

I was so relieved that he answered his phone and that he was at home instead of out with his stupid friend Jason Bane getting up to God only knows what. I was sat on my bed talking to my Gavin because all of Kane’s brothers were in our sitting room and I got the sudden urge to hear from one of my lads. They were always over visiting, but not as much as the Slater brothers and it just made me miss them.

I was bored too.

I would usually spend the evening time correcting my students’ homework, but since I was on maternity leave I had nothing to do in regards to work, and I missed it.

I missed my students.

I was entitled to twenty-six weeks of paid maternity leave with an additional sixteen weeks of unpaid maternity leave if I needed more time at home.

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.

Nico pressed his face onto the crown of her head as his shoulders shook and he laughed. I switched the phone to Damien and saw he, too, was laughing as Alannah tried to twerk.

I say tried because she failed, she miserably failed. I criss-crossed my legs and howled with laughter. It got the interest of the occupants inside my apartment.

“What are they doin’?” Keela’s voice called out from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder, and with my free hand I waved because I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe from laughing.

“Alannah!” Keela gasped when she came to my side and saw what she was doing.

Damien lifted her shirt from the floor and held it in front of her when his brothers came up behind us. He narrowed his eyes at them and Ryder laughed.

“You being protective, little brother?”

Damien kept his eyes narrowed. “They aren’t decent. You, Alec and Kane go back inside the apartment.”

“No!” Alannah shouted in protest. “Let’s have an or-orgy. Right here in the elevator. All of us.”

I shoved my phone at Keela to continue recording for me so I could bend forward and ease the sudden pain in my side. Hands gripped onto my hips.

“Aideen?” Kane murmured, his voice filled with concern.

I shook my head. “I just have... a stitch,” I said, laughing. “They’re so funny.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen so much of Alannah’s skin before,” Alec murmured, “and I’ve definitely never heard her talk about sex before. She must be really drunk to want an orgy with all of us.”

Kane laughed at his brother, but nodded in agreement.

I looked to Nico when he got Bronagh to her feet and managed to get her t-shirt back over her head. He was in the middle of putting her arms through the holes and tugging it down to her hips.

“Nearly done, pretty girl.”

Bronagh turned her nose up. “Don’t call me Bronagh or pretty girl anymore.”

Nico smiled down at her. “What will I call you if not Bronagh or my pretty girl?”

She looked him dead in the eyes and said, “From th-this moment onwards I shall be known as MC Hammered.”

I burst into a fit of laughter and stumbled back into Kane’s vibrating chest. He folded his arms around me and rested his hands on top of my bump, and his chin on top of my head.

“Okay, MC Hammered, you wanna put your hands on my shoulders so I can put your pants back on you?”

Bronagh stared at Nico for a long moment then said, “I want to get ma-married.”

Oh, shit.

All traces of laughter evaporated and heavy silence lingered.

“You want to get married?” Nico repeated as if he misheard her.

Bronagh nodded her head. “We’re to-together forever, we live together ag-ages and we’re havin’ a baby. I love you with all of my heart. The wh-whole lot of it. I want to get married, so will you marry me?”

Nico was still then said, “Yeah, babe, I’ll marry you.”

I beamed and clapped my hands together with excitement.

“Yes!” Bronagh said and high-fived herself. “I lo-love you.”

I giggled. “She won’t remember this tomorrow.”

Kane kissed the crown of my head. “No, but we will.”

“I love you too, MC Hammered,” Nico said making us laugh, and Bronagh beam.

We watched them embrace for a moment until Alannah cleared her throat.

“Does no one wa-want to have sex with me?” she asked, sounding tired. “I promise I’m good at it.”

All eyes fell on Damien.

He glared at us. “Thanks very much, guys!”

I grinned. “We got you.”

He hissed at me then looked to Alannah who had sunk down to the floor of the elevator. Damien knelt before her and picked up her discarded leggings and put her feet through the leg holes. He lifted her hands and placed them over her breasts then slowly pulled the leggings up to her knees then gripped her elbows. He pulled her to her feet, as he remained on his knees before her.

Alannah tilted her head to the side and frowned down at him. “You took th-them off me before and now you’re puttin’ them back on … ha-have we come full circle?”

Damien stilled then pressed his forehead against her bare thighs before gripping the hem of her leggings and shimmying them up until they fit snug around her hips. He picked up her bra and t-shirt and blocked her from our view with his body.

I saw Alannah drop her arms from covering her chest and Damien looked up to the ceiling before returning his gaze to her. He put her bra on, then got her shirt on her and buttoned it up.

When he was done, he was going to step away from her—I saw him prepare to take the step backward, but Alannah suddenly stepped forward and fell against his chest. Damien caught her and looked down to her face, before sighing.

“How the hell can she go from asking people for sex, to falling asleep on me standing up?”

Keela pocketed my phone and said, “They drank some weird shit. Fruity cocktails. There wasn’t much alcohol in them when I asked the staff because I was wonderin’ what had them so giddy. There was hardly any alcohol at all, I was assured... they’re just lightweights.”

Bronagh suddenly laughed. “I’m not a lightweight, as-ask Dominic. I can dr-drink loads.”

Nico was walking out of the elevator and when Bronagh spoke he looked at us and shook his head before smiling at Bronagh. “Of course you can, babe.”

I snorted.

He was so whipped.

We followed the lads back into my apartment then Kane pulled out the sofa bed. We laughed when both girls instantly starting snoring after the twins set them down on it.

“Leave them here tonight,” I said to the twins. “I’ll look after them.”

Nico hesitated, but nodded his head.

Damien scratched his neck. “Should we call someone about Alannah though?”

I shook my head. “She lives on her own, you don’t need to call anyone.”

“No boyfriend?”

Ryder grinned. “She’s single.”

Damien didn’t reply, but the look of relief on his face was evident.

It caused me to smile as he grabbed the large blanket from the back of the sofa and laid it out over the girls. We all stared at them for a minute until Alec and Keela turned, said their goodbyes and filed out of the apartment. Ryder checked his phone and followed suit.

Nico and Damien hovered for a few more minutes, but when I assured them I’d take good care of the girls, they gave in, hugged me and left.

“You can go on to bed, babe,” Kane said. “I’m gonna play Fifa some more.”

I nodded my head and looked to the girls, smiling at their snores. Their skin glowed as the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree and various decorations around the room shone upon their sleeping forms.

“I’ll sleep out here, too,” he said and nodded to the one sitter he always sat on. “Just to keep my eyes on them while you get some sleep.”

I smiled. “You’re the best.”

He devilishly grinned. “We’ll swap in the morning when they wake up.”

At that thought the smile left my face and worry took over because realisation hit that I would have to deal with hung-over Bronagh and Alannah all on my lonesome.

Fuck me.