My lip quirked and he saw it.
“Ah-ha! Made you smile, you can’t be mad anymore.”
I grunted, “How old are you? Fifteen? A smile doesn’t get you off the hook, I can mutely be pissed for weeks, even years.”
Kane blinked. “Even against your baby daddy?”
“Especially against my baby daddy.”
Kane’s look of horror caused me to laugh. He pulled me close and kissed the crown of my head and helped me finish washing myself in places I couldn’t reach. He even washed and conditioned my hair simply because he enjoyed doing it for me.
I did my part and scrubbed his back for him, every so often stopping to kiss one of his many scars which made him smile as he watched me through the reflection of the glass. He kept rubbing the steam away so he could watch what I was doing, and it gave me excited chills knowing he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
We both stayed under the spray of water, just touching and kissing one another until the water began to run cold. We got out then and Kane wrapped me in a huge white towel that I snuggled into. I watched as he wrapped a smaller towel around his lower half.
“I do be freezin’ gettin’ out of the shower; it’s why I snuggle into towels like this. Do you not get cold since you have nothin’ coverin’ your upper body?”
Kane snickered at my question. “Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. It never matters because it only takes me a few minutes to dry and put some clothes on.”
I exhaled. “I’m not like you at all. I sit on my bed, wrapped in my towel for ages before the urge to get dressed hits.”
“Is that a woman thing?” Kane teased, repeating my earlier words.
I chortled. “Probably just a me thing.”
“Doubtful,” Kane joked. “I can imagine Bronagh doing the same thing as you though she’s much lazier than you are.”
I took no offence at being called lazy because it was true.
I giggled. “Don’t let her hear you say that. She’s been doin’ so well after finishin’ her anger management program, but you know her anger is somethin’ she has to deal with for life. Don’t be the cause of her relapse.”
Kane held both of his hands in the air. “Dominic can do that all on his own without my help.”
I rubbed water from my nose onto my towel, then I watched as Kane dried his delicious body before he slipped on a pair of skin-tight boxer shorts. I frowned when my eyes landed on his left thigh.
“Switch to your right leg when injectin’ your insulin for a while,” I mumbled. “Your left one is all bruised up.”
Kane looked down to his leg then up to me. “Hey, don’t be sad, it’s only some bruises. I can’t even feel them.”
But I can see them.
“I just hate that you have to inject yourself every day for the rest of your life, and balance your diet otherwise bad stuff happens.”
Don’t think about the bad stuff.
“It’s a small price to pay, babydoll. You know it is.”
I did, but it still sucked.
“You’re doin’ okay, aren’t you?” I asked with hopeful eyes.
He nodded. “I’m doing awesome, sweetheart.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
That relaxed me.
The last thing I needed was Kane being ill from his diabetes again. The last time that happened it fucking sucked. It also scared me, and everyone else, to death.
“Get dressed.”
I blinked at the sudden request. “Why?”
“My brothers are here. The rest of them, I mean.”
“Kane,” I groused. “You could have told me that. This is so embarrassin’. I could deal with Damien because he has that video game volume on high, but I wouldn’t have let you in the shower with me had I known they were all here.”
Kane smirked at me. “Like you could have stopped me.”
“Good point,” I grumbled.
Kane stared at me so I sighed and waved him on.
“You go on out to them, I can dress meself. I’m not an invalid.”
Kane didn’t argue with me. He kissed my head and rushed out of the room, closing the door behind him. No doubt he wanted to get back to playing that stupid football game.
I took my time drying my hair and my body before dressing myself in leggings, a tank top and one of Kane’s hoodies. I slipped my feet into my slippers and tied my hair up in a bun before I exited my room.
I heard Kane and his brothers talking, so naturally I remained quiet to hear what they were saying. I crept closer to the sitting room, paused next to the open door and listened.
“How can you be scared of her? She’s tiny with a pregnant belly.” Nico belly laughed.
Kane lowered his voice. “I’m not scared of her. I’m scared of the hormones.”
Nico matched his voice to Kane’s in volume. “Why are you talking about them like they’re a separate being?”
“They are a separate being,” Kane stated. “They’re pure fucking evil. Do you understand me? Evil.”
Damien snickered. “Hormones don’t go away, you know? Women are always hormonal, it just triples during pregnancy.”
“Exactly, I just have to survive the next few weeks, then things will go back to the way they normally were.”
Ryder guffawed. “You mean when Aideen spat curse words whenever she saw you?”
“Ahhh,” Kane sighed. “The good ol’ days.”
I covered my mouth so they wouldn’t hear me giggle. With a smile, I walked backwards a few steps and that made a little stomp sound which sent the sitting room into dead silence. I wiped the smile off my face as I walked into the room, raising my eyebrows when I found all eyes on me.
“Are you all okay?”
They nodded, but didn’t reply to my question.
“Are you sure?”
Again, they mutely nodded their heads.
I eyed them and said, “Okaaaay.”
I walked over to the sofa and took the free space next to Alec. He absentmindedly put his arm around my shoulders, so I nestled into his side and watched as the others played their football game and chatted amongst themselves.
“Alec,” I murmured.
He glanced down at me. “Hmm?”
“Do you still think Matt Bomer is hot?”
He snorted. “Yeah, why?”
I shrugged. “I thought Keela might block out all the good looking dick holders of the world.”
Alec burst out into laughter, and even Kane—who was close to us—laughed.
“I’m not blind, darling, just too in love to notice anyone else.”
My heart melted.
“You’re strictly a female worshipper now?”
“I’m strictly a Keela worshipper now.”
I smiled. “When did you know you were bi?”
“I’ve always known.”
“Really?”
He nodded.
“I was never straight and I was never gay, I have always been bi-sexual. I just happened to have slept with more men than woman. I mean, it’s not like I flipped a switch and decided its dick o’clock for the next six hours then it’s pussy time. I liked who I liked, regardless of gender.”
Alec’s brothers laughed, but I was too into the conversation to crack a smile.
“And now?” I questioned.
“And now I don’t see anyone but Keela. No man, no woman, just her.”
I beamed. “That’s so sweet.”
Kane chortled. “Alec isn’t sweet.”
“I beg to differ,” I shot back. “He is very sweet.”
Alec pounded his closed fist against his chest. “Don’t hate, bro, embrace that your girl thinks I’m so... sweet.”
Kane tried to get up so he could hit Alec, but I held Kane in place with my legs and sprawled over the sweet human as I stopped the impending fight.
“Leave him be!” I shouted.
“He is referring to something sexual!”
I rolled my eyes. “How do you know that?”
“Because he is my brother and I know him.”