Keela (Slater Brothers 2.5)

The sudden sexual tension in the room could be cut with an erect penis.

I shivered. “Stop flirtin'. I feel dirty just standin' between you both!”

Alec snapped his teeth at me. “I'll clean you up real nice, Kitten.”

I pumped my eyebrows. “Or make me dirtier.”

Alec's smirk never wavered and I found myself moving towards him until a pinch on my behind made me yelp in pain. I grabbed my arse with both of my hands and swung around.

I instantly glared at Aideen.

“Ado!” I snapped.

Aideen shrugged. “Shag him with your eyes later, we have a bet to win.”

I held my tongue as I glared at her and turned back around.

“I accept the bet you propose Playboy, but will you accept a different prize for me if I win?”

All four brothers folded their arms over their chests in unison and it made me smile.

They were so different yet so alike at the same time.

“What's the prize if you win?” Alec asked.

I bit my lower lip then released it and said, “You have to give us a striptease in any get up of my choosin'.”

“Woot!”

I ignored Aideen's cheers, Kane's glares at her, the brothers' amused expressions and Alec's horrified one.

“You want me to do what?” Alec asked, sounding like he had something caught in his throat.

I smiled. “Give me and the girls a striptease.”

Alec set his jaw. “Keela Elizabeth Daley.”

My full name.

Uh-oh.

He was mad.

I continued to smile. “Nico told me you've done it before, back in your escortin' days. He said you wore a hat, a thong and a tie.”

“Ow!” Nico shouted when Alec turned and punched his arm.

“Hey, no violence. If I'm not allowed to smack people, neither are you lot,” Bronagh stated from behind me.

Nico huffed and rubbed his arm as Alec turned back in my direction and refolded his arms across his chest.

“Pick a different—”

“No,” I cut Alec off. “These are me conditions for the bet.”

Alec's eye twitched in annoyance.

I smiled at him, and after a minute of intense glaring Kane got irritated.

“Just accept the damn conditions, we'll have our section of the truck packed long before the princesses even have their side half full.”

Princesses?

Oh, dude, wrong thing to say.

“Did you just call me a princess? You listen to me, you sick bas—”

“Ado!” Bronagh's voice snapped. “Deep breaths. Nice, big, deep breaths. You don't need to hit him, you don't want to hit him.”

Aideen growled. “I really do.”

I looked down and tried not to laugh at the sight of Bronagh convincing someone not to hurt another person. That was the definition of irony if I ever saw one.

“Time's a wastin',” Branna sang. “Are you acceptin' the bet or not, Alec?”

Alec snorted. “Yeah, I accept and when I win, you're going to be cooking me three course dinners everyday for a whole month, Kitten.”

Yeah, we'll see about that.

“May the odds be in your favour!” Aideen said and bowed to the lads.

All four of them stared at her.

“What is this, The Packing Games? Four men versus four women, the first team to pack their side of the truck with boxes survives?” Alec asked, his tone teasing.

Bronagh laughed and devilishly smirked. “That's exactly what this will be, big brother.”

All four brothers stared at Bronagh then looked to me. I grinned and they looked to one another and swallowed. The lads were nervous because they didn't know what we were up to.

They should be nervous.

I inwardly cackled like the evil witch I was.

We were going to destroy them.

“Okay, divide into your teams and sort out jobs between everyone. We have the movin' van until five this evenin' so that means we have to be completely packed here and unpacked in the new house in six and a half hours. No room for error. Understood?”

Alec and his brothers saluted me, and so did Aideen, which she found hilarious.

I rolled my eyes. “Get your arses to work.”

Storm barked at my tone and everyone laughed.

I reached down and scratched his ears. “You can be on our team if you want, buddy.”

Ryder cleared his throat. “He's a male.”

Was he just figuring that out?

“So?”

“So,” Nico chimed in, “he is automatically drafted onto the men's team.”

“That's a stupid technicality,” I stated.

Alec smirked at me. “No, he is a male so therefore he is on the male's team.”

I wanted to fight that, but Aideen tugged on my arm getting my attention.

“Let them have him, all the fat shite does is sleep, fart, and eat. He is hardly goin' to help the competition.”

While I didn't agree with the name-calling, Storm didn't do much else other than the things Aideen just listed so I pulled back and agreed.

“Fine, Storm is on your team.”

Alec whistled and Storm shot over to his side, which surprised Aideen.

“He can run?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

I rolled my eyes.

“No fraternising with the enemy. You steer clear of the humans with tits and vaginas. You got that, buddy?”

Storm barked in response to Alec as if he was answering the question with a whopping yes.

I grunted, “Traitor.”

The lads chuckled as they moved into the sitting room to decide who would pack what. The girls and I moved down the hallway and into my bedroom to do the same thing.

“Okay, we need them to carry out the likes of the sofa and the bed—”

“Forget both, they’re stayin’ here with the landlord,” I said. “Alec already bought new ones, they arrived at the new house yesterday. They're bigger and better, he said.”

Branna blinked. “He bought both without even consultin' you first?”

I shrugged my shoulders trying not to appear like it bothered me, even though it did.

Greatly.

“But what if the sofa doesn't go with the room? What if you want a different design or colour?” Branna asked, her voice firm.

I shrugged my shoulders again. “It's his money, he can buy what he wants.”

Aideen sighed. “You really have to get over that. You're both engaged to be married. While the weddin' is probably a while off, you have to get used to what is his is yours and vice versa.”

I didn't have to get used to it vice versa, Alec already lived with me.