by L. A. Casey
I snorted, then bumped fists with him. We ate together, then Keela tidied around the kitchen, joining in on the conversation when something interested her, but for the most part, we talked about sports.
“Zo,” Keela said as Enzo finished eating. “If Miller and Ace act up while you’re out, phone me and I’ll come pick them up.”
“Jules and Nix will be with me. They worship the twins, so they won’t be bad around them.”
“We should move the pair of them in here if that’s the case,” Keela said, making me snort.
When Enzo left the house, it was so quiet I could hear myself think ... that hardly ever happened. I stared at my wife, my eyes roaming over her body hungrily. I thanked God she wore pyjamas shorts; her legs were soft, supple, and though she was on the short side, her legs were long, and I loved them. My eyes travelled up to her cute ass next, then her tiny waist, then to her mass of thick red curls.
“How do you get sexier with each passing day?”
Keela looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with me.
“Have ye’ been watchin’ me again, playboy?”
I raised my brows. “Kitten, I watch your fine self every chance I get. Now come here and give daddy some loving.”
She wiped her hands dry on a tea towel and walked towards me, her hips swaying from side to side. She had a grin on her face, and I knew right away that she wanted to fuck me. I straightened up when she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She had no bra on, so her bare breasts drew a groan from me. This was my wife’s one insecurity. After have so many babies and breastfeeding them all, they weren’t as perky as they were when we first met, and telling her that was perfectly natural wouldn’t have worked so I worshiped them just as much I did when I first laid eyes on them because I loved them just as much now as I did then.
The second Keela was in touching distance, I reached around and snagged her by her waist. She laughed as she kicked off her pyjamas shorts and straddled my thighs as I took a rosy pink nipple in my mouth. Her breathy sigh of satisfaction made my cock hard. When her hands slid from my shoulders down my bare back, I hissed against her breasts. When she gently raked her nails over my sensitive flesh, my body involuntarily bucked. My wife knew what touching my back did to me, and she knew it well.
I stood, making her laugh as she wrapped her legs around me. I grinned up at her, but my smile disappeared when I heard a high-pitched cry. Both my wife and I jumped with fright.
“Mammy!”
Keela gasped. “Miller!
I set Keela down and ran out to the hallway with my heart in my throat. I came to a sliding stop when I found my youngest son in the arms of my big brother. Ryder was trying to soothe Miller, but he was too far into his sobbing to calm down for him. When my son locked eyes on me, he cried louder. I took him when he reached for me.
“What happened?”
“He fell and hit the back of his head playing tag with the twins in the yard.” Ryder frowned, placing his hand on his hips. “I checked, and he has no cut, just a small bump.”
I hugged Miller to my chest and swayed him from side to side to calm him, and I caught the moment my brother looked down at my boxers and used his hand to hide a grin. I looked down and saw the tent I was sporting. Excellent.
“Don’t,” I warned, looking back up at my brother. “She’ll kill you if you make jokes when he’s crying this much.”
Keela appeared next to me, fully dressed and cooing as she took our son from me. Ryder and I were forgotten as Miller became my wife’s sole focus. She wandered off into the living room, and it didn’t take long for her to calm Miller down. His crying slowed down until he was just sniffling. Ryder and I leaned against the doorway as we watched Keela work her magic.
“Interrupted playtime, did we?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “It’s cool, though, as long as he is okay.”
I fixed my boxers, glad my erection wasn’t an issue anymore. Hearing my son’s cry and realising he was hurt killed it instantly.
“I’ll call later to see how he is,” Ryder said. “I have to take the rest of the tribe to soccer soon.”
I clapped my hands on his shoulder. “Thanks, bro.”
Ryder left, and I joined my wife and son on our couch. When I sat down, Miller climbed onto my stomach and lay his head on my chest. Keela smiled at him when he sat up and looked at my bare chest. This prompted my son to strip out of his tiny little soccer outfit. I laughed when he was down to his cute little Batman boxers and lay back down on my chest, getting himself comfortable. There were three Slater kids who hated wearing clothes. Miller and my nephews Israel and Rafe loved to be in their birthday suits whenever possible.
“Out of all our boys,” Keela said, running her hand over Miller’s back, “he is the most like you.”
I tugged on Miller’s hair, earning me a smile. He grew his hair out, so it hung low and brushed his neck just like mine did. He was definitely my mini me; he did everything I did and said everything I said, which had me watching my P’s and Q’s daily. He was my baby, mine and Keela’s last child, so I went out of my way to baby him because I knew these days were numbered. Before I knew it, he’d be a teenager like Enzo.
The front door suddenly opened, and Ryder’s middle son, Alfie, strolled in, he too was wearing soccer gear. Nearly all of the Slater kids played soccer. They all played for the same club, just on different teams because of their age differences.
“Cousin.” Alfie frowned at Miller lying on me. “My guy, are ye’ okay?”
Miller turned his head so he could look at Alfie. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“D’ye wanna come and play Fortnite with me?” Alfie asked, then he looked at me as he sat down. “Can he, unc? Me Da said I don’t have to go and play football if I came over ‘ere and played with Miller.”
Alfie loved Miller, I knew that, but right now, my nephew was using my son to get out of playing soccer, and it tickled me. Fortnite was the latest craze that all the kids obsessed over.
“Sure.” My lips twitched. “Only for an hour, though, okay?”
Alfie nodded, jumped up, then ran out of the room and up the stairs to the kids’ game room without a backwards glance.
“Cousin!” Miller shouted as she scrambled off my chest. “Wait for me.”
“C’mon then, Mills!”
When both kids were upstairs, I turned to Keela and found her smiling and shaking her head.
“I honestly can’t believe they all address each other as cousin.”
“I can’t even remember how it started, but it’s cute.”
Keela leaned against me and rested her head on my chest.
“Wanna do somethin’ fun?”
I looked down at her. “The kids could come down at any—”
“I’m not talkin’ about sex, Alec.”
I frowned. “What then?”
“I was thinking of watchin’ a film.”
I paused. “What movie?”
“I don’t know ... oh, I know one of the Jurassic World films are on Sky. The second one, I think. What about that?”
“We aren’t watching that.”
I made a vow to God to never watch that damn movie ever again.
Keela looked up at me. “Oh yeah, I forgot that ye’ cried when the dinosaur with the long neck died when we saw it in the cinema.”
“You saw him, Keela!” I grunted. “He was calling for help; he was asking the humans to stop the boat and help him, but they didn’t, and he—” I cut myself off midsentence and took a few deep breaths. “He died,” I finished. “It was sad, and I wasn’t the only one who cried, so leave me alone about it.”
“Everyone else who cried with us was under the age of fourteen, big man.”
I glared at my wife. “Then me and the kids are the only ones who aren’t pure fucking evil in this family!”
My wife chortled. “What d’ye want to watch then, crybaby?”
I perked up. “I vote Star Wars.”
“Ye’ better make me toes curl, husband.”
I fist pumped the air. “I always do, wife.”
I grabbed the remote and turned on The Force Awakens. Alannah Slater chose that moment to enter my house like the plague she was. I paused the film before it even had a chance to start, and I glared at her as she walked into the living room. She pulled a face at me when she looked my way.
“That’s way more of your ugly arse than I need to see on this fine Saturday morin’.”
I stretched my body out. “I’ll be naked the next time you enter my crib, Ryan.”
“I haven’t been Alannah Ryan for ten years, and ye’ know it.”
“You’ll always be a Ryan, you life-sucking monster. No Slater woman in her right mind would ever be as evil as you.”
Alannah sat down on the armchair and snickered. She knew damn well that she was a hellion, and from the look on her too pretty face, she was pleased about it, too.
“Well,” I began, “what’s good, four eyes?”
Her jaw tensed as I knew it would. Her eyesight had worsened over the years, and she refused to get laser eye surgery out of fear she’d go blind or something, so she settled on getting glasses. She hated them at the start, so I teased her about them every chance I got, and it still bugged her after all these years.
Alannah deadpanned. “Ares and Ace wear glasses, too.”
“True, but they’re my precious babies. You’re a demon from hell.”
I blinked when Alannah took her glasses off and rested them on her thigh.
“Why’d you take them off?”
“Because I don’t wanna see ye’ right now. Your ugly face gives me headaches.”
Keela snorted. “That’s funny.”
Alannah looked in her general direction and smiled.
“Can ye’ see me, Lana?”
“Just the outline. All of your features are blurred beyond recognition.”
Keela looked at me. “She takes ‘er glasses off a lot when she’s around you.”
“It’s because I’m so sexy that she’s tempted to grope me, so in order to keep my little brother happy, she hides her insane attraction to me by taking her glasses off in my presence. She can’t help that she wildly attracted to me.”
Keela lips twitched in amusement.
“Oh,” Alannah snorted, “and here I thought I did it because your ugly mug makes me eyes burn.”
“Nah, that’s what you want to believe, so you don’t feel bad about wanting my sexy body.”
Alannah rolled her eyes. “I swear ye’ love the sound of your own voice.”
“I’m partial to it,” I agreed.
“Remember when ye’ had strep last year and lost your voice?” At my nod, she said, “Those were the best ten days of me life.”
Keela burst into giggles as I glared at my arch-enemy.
“You’re turning my own wife against me, Ryan.”
Alannah, looking mighty pleased with herself, put her glasses back on and looked at the television screen and said, “Are ye’ watchin’ Star Wars?”
Keela nodded. “The Force Awakens.”
“I don’t really like them, the old or the new ones.”
I gasped. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
Alannah didn’t move a muscle. Instead, she beamed at Keela when my wife thumped my side. “Ye’ can’t kick people out of the house because they don’t like the same films as ye’.”
“You calm yourself.” I pointed my index finger at her. “Star Wars is more than a movie franchise, and you know it.”
Alannah snorted. “Star Trek is better.”
Keela sucked in a breath. “Alannah, run.”
I felt my blood boil. I shot to my feet and put my entire focus on Alannah Slater. She was a pest that I was about to exterminate. Keela’s warning was all the head start she got as I made a beeline for her. She jumped to her feet, screamed like a banshee, and ran out of the house at high speed, but that didn’t derail me from chasing her. Neither did just being in my boxers.
“Get back here, you little Trekkie whore!”
I could have sworn I heard her fucking laugh as she ran from me.
“Help!” She screeched as she sprinted for Ryder and Branna’s house.
She made it to the front door just as Ryder and Damien raced outside. When they saw the scene before them, they started to laugh. Damien stopped laughing and widened his eyes when he realised that his wife wasn’t slowing down. He opened his arms and caught her as she flung herself at his body and wrapped her short-ass limbs around him.
“Save me,” she panted. “He’s fuckin’ crazy!”
“Death!” I hollered as I slowed down to a brisk walk. “Death is what you shall—OW!”
I cut myself off when blinding hot pain shot up my right foot. I reached down, grabbed my foot and hopped around as agony tore through me. It happened. What every parent feared happened ... I stepped on a motherfucking Lego. Right there in the front yard of my eldest brother’s home.
“The devil is real!” I hissed as I lowered my foot back down to the ground. “So fucking real!”
I heard my brothers crack up, then childlike laughter joined them. I turned to Ryder’s van, loaded with his kids and mine, and they were all pointing at me and laughing their little heads off while Enzo was grinning with his phone pointed in my direction. I glared at him until he put the phone away with a rueful smile.
I looked at Damien and Alannah who was standing next to Ryder smiling so wide I knew her damn cheeks had to be hurting.
“Where are your demon kids?”
“In our car behind you,” Damien answered.
I turned around and waved at my nephews who were laughing at me, too. I think they were laughing at me being outside in just my boxers rather than stepping on a Lego.
Little shits.
“Dame and Ry are goin’ to watch their footie games. Don’t ye’ wanna go?”
“You know I’m not allowed at one of their games until my two years are up.”
“Oh yeah,” Alannah mused. “I forgot ye’ got a two-year ban for distruptin’—”
“I disrupted nothing,” I stated firmly. “That damn referee was paid off. I could feel it in my bones.”
The entire ban was a joke. I was standing up for the club’s honour, and I get a two-year ban for assaulting a referee. I barely touched the man. I think I shoved him at best and maybe told him I’d lodge my foot up his ass, but that was it.
“That gave ye’ no right to attack the man durin’ the kids’ game, Alec.”
I waved my sister-in-law off. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Ye’ made the man cry,” Alannah countered. “And a bunch of the kids, too.”
I’ll admit ... I forgot about that part.
“Bad things happen every day. They needed toughing up.”
“It was a nine-year-old’s football game, Alec. Not the bloody World Cup final.”
My brothers laughed at Alannah, which made me rolled my eyes.
“Even if I wanted to go to their games, which I don’t, Miller hurt his head, so he’s staying home. Alfie is in my house too. I’ll watch them.”
“Ye’ sure?” Alannah quizzed. “I won’t be there to annoy ye’. Dominic will be there, so will Kane. I’ll be at the community centre.”
She practically lived there.
“That’s a tempting offer, but no. I’m good, love.”
Alannah snorted as she walked by me, and mumbled, “Star Trek is still better.”
“Trekkie whore!”
She ran all the way to her car laughing. She jumped into the passenger side and locked the door, screaming when she looked up and saw me staring through the window motioning my finger across my neck.
“You’re done when I get you, Ryan.”
“I’ll have you know she’s been a Slater for ten years.”<
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I looked at my baby brother, ignoring the fact that at thirty-eight he wasn’t a baby anymore, and glared at him.
“The demon part of her is a Ryan. That’s when the bitch comes out to play.”
“Don’t curse!” Alannah shouted through the window.
“Excuse me, but I am a Christian.” I placed my hand over my heart. “I would never speak such vulgar language in front of children.”
Alannah rolled her eyes. “It’s amazing how ye’ become a man of God when you’re in it up to your neck.”
I scowled at her. “Back off, Satan.”
She beamed at me, then discreetly stuck her finger up at me as my brother drove off with my nephews waving and making funny faces at me. Ryder was getting into his van too, so I waved at him, then jogged back across the road to my house, watching my step this time. When I entered my house and closed the door after me, I went into the sitting room and found my wife lying on her side with her eyes closed. I knew she was asleep without having to get close to her to confirm it. After we had babies, she developed the magical ability to fall asleep whenever there was silence.
I sat next to her and put her feet on my lap. Un-pausing the television, I watched Star Wars by myself. When an hour passed by, I got up, careful not to wake Keela, and went to check on the boys. They were off their video game without me having to tell them, which pleased me. They were playing with slime that the boys had recently made, and once I saw they had the protective sheets on the floor, I made no mention of reminding them to be careful.
“Are you guys hungry?”
“Yeah,” they answered in unison.
“What do you want?”
“I’m feelin’ noodles,” Alfie answered.
“Yeah.” Miller bobbed his head in agreement. “I want noodles, too. Curry ones.”
“I’ll have chicken, please.”
With their orders noted, I went down to the kitchen and made their noodles. I called them down to eat when I dished them up and put them on the table. I jumped a little when I felt hands slide around my stomach. I relaxed when I heard my wife giggle.
“You scared me.”
“I know,” she mused. “Ye’ never hear me when I come up behind ye’.”
