Free Aideen (Slater Brothers) by L. A. Casey Page A

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