Keela (Slater Brothers 2.5)

Alec halted touching me as he said, “What?”

I groaned, “We just had sex—me vagina, and arse, are closed until further notice. Feck off.”

Alec chuckled, “We had sex seven hours ago, but that's not why I'm waking you up.”

Seven hours ago?

It felt like I was asleep for less than a minute.

“What are you wakin' me up for if not for sex?” I asked, pestered.

A suspicion niggled at the back of my mind that he was up to something.

I felt Alec get out of bed, but I didn't move or open my eyes.

He cleared his throat. “It's moving day, I'm going to go and get the moving truck in an hour with Kane.”

Brilliant.

“You go and do that.”

Silence.

“Keela?”

I pressed myself down into my mattress and whimpered.

“I thought you were leavin'?”

Alec exhaled loudly. “You have to get up and start boxing up the things you want to keep and things you want to trash... I told you we should have started packing over the weekend instead of leaving it until today.”

Sorry, Mother.

I inwardly rolled my eyes.

“We live in a shoebox, how many things can we possibly have?” I asked without moving or opening my eyes.

I mentally winced once the question passed my lips.

Alec snorted. “You're the Queen of hoarding so trust me, we have a lot of crap.”

I didn't like to throw things out that could be of future use, so sue me!

I knew I had to get up and get a move on, but I didn't move from the bed and it must have annoyed Alec.

“Get up or I'm pulling a Branna and pouring water all over you,” he threatened.

I didn't bother laughing or saying something enticing because he would do it—the evil bastard.

“I'm up, I'm up... you miserable sod,” I grumbled.

I opened my eyes and looked up to Alec when he walked around to my side of the bed. I smiled as he gazed down at me. I stood up and ran my hands up his bare arms until they slid up his shoulders and neck and were buried in his hair.

He was stunning.

He was mine.

“I can't believe you're goin' to cut your hair,” I said, frowning.

Alec leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “I know.”

I tugged on it. “Don't do it.”

Alec sighed, “I lost a bet, Keela. The terms were if I lost the bet then I had to get a buzz cut.”

I shivered. “Don't get a buzz cut... can you not just get a tiny trim?”

Alec smiled and shook his head.

I growled, “I hate your brother for makin' you do this.”

Alec laughed and leaned his face down to mine. “I'm not Dominic's biggest fan right now either, Kitten, but a deal is a deal.”

I grumbled, “Stupid fuckin' bets.”

I loathed bets, and for good reason too.

The last time I was involved in a bet my life exploded into a very bad Irish version of The Godfather.

Alec chuckled again, pecked my lips and hugged me to him. “I'll get a short buzz cut on the sides of my head then leave the hair long enough on top that you can still knot your fingers in it. It will meet the terms of the bet since Dominic never said I had to get a full buzz cut, he said just a buzz cut. I'll pick up the truck then get it done, okay?”

Nice.

I snickered, “It's not me you should be tryin' to accommodate. You know Aideen loves your hair, she does be delighted when you let her style and plait it. You're her very own human Ken doll.”

Alec smiled. “I let her do that just because she likes it and it keeps her quiet... besides, it will be long enough that she can still play around with it. I'll explain it to her.”

An explanation? Ha.

That wouldn't be good enough for Aideen Collins.

I harshly chewed on my inner cheek. “She may kill Nico for this.”

Alec grinned. “I'm fine with him getting roughed up a bit.”

“I didn't say he would get roughed up a bit, I said she may kill him.”

Alec snickered. “I'll talk about it with her.”

I nodded my head. “Good, because I'm sure as hell not settin' foot in that death trap.”

Alec raised his eyebrows. “You'd let me step foot in it though?”

Hell to the yes.

“Mate, when Aideen and her temper is involved in a situation, I'll throw you head first into any trap she sets. You best believe that.”

Alec stared at me with wide, shocked eyes then tackled me back on our bed. I screamed with laughter and playfully struggled when he pinned me beneath him. He leaned his face down to mine and I giggled when the ends of his hair tickled my face.

“I'm going to miss your hair,” I said for the umpteenth time since he told me last week that he had to cut his hair.

Alec lovingly kissed my nose. “It'll grow back.”

“I know, but still,” I murmured and lifted my hands to his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

Alec chuckled when I stuck my bottom lip out and pouted.

“It's only hair, baby.”

To him, maybe.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I've never seen you with short hair... I may find you ugly.”

Alec applied a large amount of his weight down on me when he started to laugh.

“Crushin' me,” I rasped and slapped Alec's back because my chest started to burn from lack of oxygen.

Alec continued to laugh as he leaned up off me. He brushed his nose against mine again then pecked my lips before he stood up off me completely.

“C'mon, up you get,” he chirped.

This again?

I groaned. “You suck!”

Alec looked down at me when I stood up from the bed in front of him.

“You do the sucking in this relationship, sweetheart.” He grinned, wickedly.

I narrowed my teasing eyes. “And you do the kissin'... arse kissin'.”

Literally and figuratively.

Alec winked. “Only when I'm naughty.”

I grunted then smiled when he tickled the side of my mouth with his finger.

I hated when he did that.

I snapped my teeth at him making him retract his fingers to a safe distance away from my choppers. I grinned as I turned around and made a move to grab my duvet so I could shake it out and make my bed, only to find I couldn't because Storm was lying on top of it.