BRONAGH (Slater Brothers, #1.5)

Dominic narrowed his eyes back at me.

"And I warned you not to threaten me with break ups. I'll end up killing someone over it Bronagh, you fucking know how mad it gets me."

I did, but he got me mad with his constant hang-ups about Gavin.

"Then grow up and accept I have a male friend. Honestly Dominic, are you worried I'll cheat on you or somethin'?"

Dominic went red in the face. "No it's not you, it's him. He likes you; he always has."

I threw my hands up in the air just to avoid wrapping them around his neck.

"That was years ago! He is the one who decided on us just bein' friends, you remember that night, right? You ruined me first date."

Dominic had the audacity to laugh. "Yeah, and you started dating me instead.... I also fingered you for the first time in the hospital examination room. Good times."

Oh. My. God.

"You fuckin' infuriate me!" I snapped and shoved him in the chest before turning and storming away from him.

He jogged after me though.

"Do you even know where you're going?"

I didn't.

Phoenix Park was huge, and I was in a part of it I had never been in before.

"No, but I'll follow this path and get out eventually. I'll then get a taxi home away from fuckin' you, you stupid fuckface bastard."

I was mad, and when Dominic laughed at me when I was mad I became murderous and laugh at me is exactly what the cunt did.

I turned around and rushed at him with a screech.

He dodged my swinging hands grabbed my shoulders then crooked his leg behind my knee and pushed. I gasped when my back touched the ground.

That bastard tripped me up.

I tried to get up, but Dominic was on me within a second.

"Listen to me crazy, calm down or one of us are going to get arrested. We're out in public, we aren't at home where we can kill each other then fuck it out."

Fuck it out?

Bastard!

"I'm never have sex with you again, do you wanna know why? Because I'm goin' to cut your fuckin' dick off when you are least expectin' it!"

Dominic gazed down at me with gleeful eyes.

"Every time you say you won't have sex with me I get you on your back and fuck you so hard that you cry when you come. This challenge has been set and completed millions of times pretty girl, you might as well stop it."

I growled because that was true.

Very true.

"I hope me vagina closes up and never gives you access again."

Dominic shrugged. "Your asshole feels just as good wrapped around my cock, I won't be sad."

Oh, my God.

"You're a bastard."

"You're a bitch."

Gah!

"It's not nice to call me a bitch."

Dominic raised an eyebrow then said, "You will get over it."

Prick.

I huffed and looked away from him; he took it as an invitation to his my cheek.

"Can we get to your birthday picnic now? It's only around the next bend."

I gasped. "A picnic? We're goin' picnic?"

We've never gone on a picnic before!

"We are." Dominic smiled.

I leaned up and kissed him hard on the mouth and as always our argument; name-calling and threats were forgotten... until the next time we fought of course.

Dominic stood up then helped me to my feet; we walked down the pathway and around the bend to where a Ryder Slater stood over a beautifully laid out picnic.

"Uh... hey Ry."

Ryder winked at me then turned and walked off without saying a single word.

I looked to Dominic.

"What was that?"

Dominic shrugged. "He set this up then stood guard until we came, he is gone back home now."

I gasped. "He drove an hour from home just to come into the city to set up a picnic for us?"

"Yes."

"God, I love your brothers."

Dominic chuckled. "They love you too."

I practically skipped over to the picnic and sat down. Dominic laughed and sat down across from me. He opened a huge basket and reached inside; I burst out laughing when he lifted out a bucket of KFC chicken pieces.

"What? You think I can survive this day on your sandwiches? Please."

I shook my head still laughing as he grabbed some paper plates, napkins and plastic forks and placed them in front of us. I sat patiently as he poured chips onto my plate followed by chicken pieces and beans."

"That smells so good!"

Dominic looked up and gave me a knowing look.

"It's a one-time thing, okay?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm serious, every time you eat fast food you complain about gaining weight."

"Fat food," I mumbled.

"What?"

"It should just be called fat food not fast food, the person who added in the 's' was a clever little fucker."

Dominic snickered. "You've gone six weeks without stepping food inside a Mac Donald’s or Burger King or even a KFC. You're doing awesome, and you've lost a dress size to show for it."

I stared at him. "How do you know I lost a dress size?"

Dominic shrugged. "You buy your clothes from ASOS on my debit card, and you use my account. I get an email with your order, and it tells me the sizes of the items you bought."

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