by Olsen, Isla
O Come, All Ye Kellys
Isla Olsen
Moonwalker Press
Copyright 2020 Isla Olsen
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in an article or book review.
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All people, events and places featured in this book are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious context. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Cover Copyright 2020 Michele Catalano
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Contents
The Kelly Family
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Stay in Touch
Also by Isla Olsen
The Kelly Family
Michael Kelly - Father
Aileen Kelly - Mother
Shay Kelly [43] Dating Jamie, legal guardian of Jake (Book 3: Crazy Little Fling)
Liam Kelly [41] Married to Melinda, father of Logan, Eden, and Wyatt
Bridie Coughlan [39] Married to Mark, mother of Erin, Riley, and Darcy
Alannah Martin-Kelly [37] Married to Haley, mother of Lea
Finn Kelly [35]
Brendan Kelly [33] Dating Wade, father of Baxter and Arya (Book 4: Hopeless Bromantics)
Aidan Kelly [31] Dating Ben (Book 6: Can’t Get You Out of My Bed)
Declan Kelly [29] Married to Heath (Book 1: Fake it ’til You Make Out)
Connor Kelly [27] Engaged to Josh, father of Chase (Book 5: Two Men and a Baby)
Caitlin Kelly (Cait) [25] Dating Jeremy, mother of Dylan
Owen Kelly [25] Married to Blake, step-dad of Jamie (Book 2: Virtually Screwed)
*Age and marital/parental status are as of the start of this book of the main book
1
Aileen Kelly: Change of plans everyone! Brendan and Wade will be home with the baby in a few hours so we’re relocating to their house for the Christmas party
Cait Kelly reply to Aileen Kelly: Um…are you sure they’ll be okay with all of us just inviting ourselves over?
Aileen Kelly reply to Cait Kelly: Of course, why wouldn’t they be?
Cait Kelly reply to Aileen Kelly: Because they have a brand new baby! Maybe they want to spend some time alone with her?
Aileen Kelly reply to Cait Kelly: Don’t be ridiculous, they’ll be thrilled to see us all! Besides Baxter will want to meet his new sister
Connor Kelly: Did they really call her Arya?
Aileen Kelly reply to Connor Kelly: Yes. It’s pretty, isn’t it?
Liam Kelly: Are they expecting her to grow up and slay the Night King?
Declan Kelly reply to Liam Kelly: I think that’s their hope
Finn Kelly reply to Liam Kelly: DUDE! Spoilers!!
Liam Kelly reply to Finn Kelly: *eye roll emoji* Trust me man, I didn’t spoil anything
Shay Kelly: I’m all for meeting the new tyke but how are we going to have a proper party at Brendan’s? Won’t the baby need sleep?
Aileen Kelly reply to Shay Kelly: Anyone who wants to continue on can come back to our place later
Alannah Martin-Kelly reply to Aileen Kelly: Where is the eggnog going to be?
Aileen Kelly reply to Alannah Martin-Kelly: I’ve made two batches so there’s one for each house
Connor Kelly: Has Da made the mulled wine?
Aileen Kelly reply to Connor Kelly: He’s making it now
Bridie Kelly: Oh god, can someone please keep my husband away from Dad’s wine! I swear our bathroom tiles still have a pink tinge to them after he spewed all over them last year
Liam Kelly reply to Bridie Kelly: Eww that’s disgusting I use that bathroom occasionally! I don’t need to be thinking about Mark spewing red guk all over the place when I’m trying to drop a deuce!
Bridie Kelly reply to Liam Kelly: I DON’T NEED YOU TO BE DROPPING A DEUCE IN MY BATHROOM!
Connor Kelly reply to Liam Kelly: Why are you pooping at Bridie’s place “occasionally”?
Liam Kelly reply to Connor Kelly: We’re doing a complete remodel of the house two doors down from theirs and her bathroom is way nicer than the porta potty. Of course that was before I knew about Mark spewing all over the floor
Bridie Kelly reply to Liam Kelly: YOU BREAK INTO MY HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY JUST TO TAKE A DUMP???
Liam Kelly reply to Bridie Kelly: Jeez calm down woman. I don’t break in, I know where the key is
Bridie Kelly reply to Liam Kelly: What? How?
Declan Kelly reply to Bridie Kelly: Everyone knows where the key is Brides
Cait Kelly: In the turtle
Owen Kelly: It’s in the turtle
Finn Kelly reply to Bridie Kelly: No one keeps an ugly turtle on their doorstep unless it’s to hide a key!
2
Finn
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When I get to the address Mom gave me for my brother Brendan’s new place—well, new in the sense that I haven’t had a chance to visit since he and his boyfriend moved in about nine months ago—I have to do a couple laps of the street before I can find somewhere to park; it seems we’re not the only people in this street having a holiday party tonight. There is a free spot in the driveway, but according to a phone call I got about twenty minutes ago from my oldest brother, Shay, Brendan and Wade haven’t arrived home yet and I’m not going to be the asshole who takes their parking space and makes them walk halfway up the street with a newborn baby. Especially when it’s fucking freezing out.
I get out of the car and pull on my coat before slamming the driver door and crossing the wet road over to the side of the street that Brendan’s house is on. My feet crunch over old snow as I travel down the sidewalk, eventually arriving at my brother’s house.
It’s a nice little brick house that Brendan renovated himself; it actually previously belonged to Wade’s grandmother and had been sitting unused for years after copping quite a bit of damage from Hurricane Sandy. But it looks great now; although it’s a lot smaller than my parents’ place—which is only a few streets away—so it’ll be interesting to see how the entire Kelly family actually fit in the smaller area.
I press the doorbell and it’s answered by Liam, one of my other brothers—I have seven—who seems to have made himself at home in Brendan’s place. “They’re not here yet,” he grumbles, motioning toward a chair in the entrance where everyone seems to have dumped their coats, before leading me through the hallway to the kitchen at the back of the house and offering me a beer from the fridge.
I take the beer and snap off the cap, then scan my gaze around the living room slash dining area. As if my eyes are being drawn to her like magnets, I see Ellie—one of the few people here that I’m not related to—across the other side of the room; she’s sitting on the arm of the sofa and chatting with two of my younger brothers, Aidan and Declan.
I draw in a deep, steadying breath as my eyes scan over her. She’s wearing a wine red sweater dress that cuts off around mid-thigh, and knee-high black l
eather boots that I’m positive were made to be propped against my shoulders. Her lips are the same color as her dress, and her rich golden hair is done in long, soft waves that fall all down her back. Fuuucckkk…I’m so dead.
As if sensing my gaze on her, she turns from her conversation, her sea green eyes flashing as she catches me watching her. Her mouth quirking in amusement, she says something to Aidan and then rises from her perch, stalking across the room toward me.
“Finnegan,” she purrs in that husky voice that sends blood straight to my cock. I should point out for the record that, in my case, ‘Finn’ is in no way short for Finnegan.
I return her smile. “Ellie Cat.”
Her gaze slowly travels up and down my body and then she draws in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Narrowing her eyes at me, she says, “If you thought coming here smelling like a rainforest and wearing a sweater so thin it hides literally none of your abs would break me…you were mistaken.”
I manage to give a nonchalant shrug, despite the fact that her attitude has me so turned on I’m practically vibrating. “And you should know those boots do absolutely nothing for me,” I lie. “And that dress…” I shake my head sadly. “It’s hideous. You should just take it off.”
Her face splits into a teasing grin. “Nice try, sweetie. But if you want to see me naked again, you know what you have to do.”
“You let me see you naked when Cass is there,” I point out, unable to stop my face from forming a pout.
“That’s different,” Ellie says simply. “Cass is there.”
Cass is the third point of our little triangle, and honestly probably the only reason I haven’t actually exploded since Ellie and I made what seemed like a fun wager at the time.
I’m about to respond when there’s a commotion behind me and I turn around to see Brendan and Wade have finally arrived home with their new baby girl, Arya. Of course, this leads to a whole lot of fussing over the baby and handing her around from person to person.
I can admit she’s pretty cute, but I’m happy to stand back and admire her from a distance. Kids I can handle okay, but babies—and especially babies this small—scare me a little. I just worry I might drop them or break them or something.
“Okay, seriously, what’s the deal with you and Ellie?” Shay asks me once the baby fuss has died down a little.
As if those words are like a radio signal, my other brothers, as well as Declan’s husband, Heath, all join the conversation too.
“Are you secretly together but pretending not to be?” Brendan asks. “Because if that’s the case you seriously suck at pretending.”
“Yeah, Jamie and I were way better liars,” Shay says.
“No way.” Heath gives a sharp shake of his head. “Dec and I are the best liars here—none of you knew we were fake.”
“I knew!” Connor pipes in.
Shay rolls his eyes. “Technicality. I still claim it doesn’t count because they weren’t really faking. They only thought they were faking because they didn’t realize it was real yet.”
“No, we’re not together,” I say firmly, returning the conversation to Ellie. “I mean, we were. Sort of…I guess…I don’t know. But now, we’re—”
“They’re playing chicken,” Aidan finishes for me. Of course he’d know what the whole deal is, being Ellie’s best friend and everything. “They’re denying each other sex and whoever cracks first and begs for it is the loser.”
A whole bunch of wide, incredulous eyes fix themselves on me.
“Dude, are you insane?” Brendan asks, his mouth agape.
“Stop being a dick and go have sex with your woman,” Liam practically growls.
“Um, hell no—no one is having sex in this house. Except me and Wade obviously,” Brendan says, folding his arms over his chest.
“We’re going back to Michael and Aileen’s later—you can use the upstairs bathroom there,” Heath says helpfully. “Dec and I have used it before. It’s pretty soundproof.”
Owen shakes his head. “It’s not soundproof.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m not having sex at Mom and Da’s house,” I say.
There are some awkward glances exchanged between my siblings and their partners. The kind of awkward glances that make me wonder just how many of them might have snuck off to an empty bathroom or spare bedroom at some point during the many family gatherings my parents have hosted at our childhood home.
“Well you need to do it somewhere,” Liam says. “This chicken thing is ridiculous. You both clearly want each other.”
“Exactly!” I say with a grin. “She wants me just as much as I want her, so if I have just a tiny bit more willpower I’ll win.”
Shay lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re an idiot. You realize the only reason you’ve survived this long is because you live in different states, right?”
I shrug. “Probably.”
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A little later on, I’m just coming out of the bathroom when Ellie intercepts me.
“You like Blake Shelton, right?” she asks.
I nod. “The chick from Gossip Girl? Yeah, she’s like top ten, easily.”
She shakes her head, an amused smile touching her lips. “No, dumbo. That’s Blake Lively. Blake Shelton is the country singer who’s dating Gwen Stefani.”
I blink at her in confusion. “Why are you asking me about a country singer?”
“Because we’re going back to your parents’ place for Christmas karaoke and I want us to sing one of their songs.”
“One of whose songs?”
She tosses her hair back in frustration. “Duh. Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton.”
“But I don’t know any of their songs,” I say. “Wait—is he the one from No Doubt? I know some of their songs.”
Ellie rolls her eyes. “No, she divorced the guy from No Doubt. This is a different guy.”
My brows shoot up. “You know a scary amount about Gwen Stefani’s romantic life.”
“Everyone knows this, Finn. It’s weird that you don’t.”
As if on cue, my phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see a text from Cass.
Cass Myers: How do you not know who Blake Shelton is?
I stare open-mouthed at the text for a moment before glancing back up at Ellie, who’s wearing an evil smirk. For the first time I notice she’s holding her phone in one hand and I let out a groan of annoyance. The girl has a superpower that lets her text without looking at her phone; clearly she texted Cass while she and I were talking. She never even broke eye contact with me.
Me: Well you didn’t know the difference between a try and a touchdown
Cass Myers: That’s not even remotely the same thing
Me: I know! Rugby is so much more important than celebrity gossip!
Cass Myers: *eye roll emoji*
One of the perils of being in a poly relationship is that your partners have a tendency to gang up on you. Or at least mine do. They seem to revel in coordinating their efforts to poke fun at me.
My phone buzzes again and I glance down at the screen.
Cass Myers: Can you record it please? I want to see you two strutting your stuff
“Oh my god, will you stop texting them a play by play,” I groan, fixing Ellie with a firm look. “How are you even able to do that?”
“Just one of my many skills,” she says with a sweet smile. “So…karaoke?”
3
Declan
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“And I have words in the song!” Baxter cries, almost hitting Finn in the balls as he throws his hands out in excitement over his role in his school’s Holiday concert this week.
“Jesus fu…dge,” Finn says, managing to avert the swear at the last moment. He takes a large step back from Baxter, well out of the danger zone.
Biting my lip to hold in my laughter, I ask Bax, “What’s your line?”
With a broad grin across his face, Baxter throws his head back and starts singing at the top o
f his voice. “DON WE NOW OUR GAY APPAREL…”
“Wow, that was really good, buddy,” Brendan says, beaming at his son and reaching down to ruffle his hair.
“Gay apparel?” Heath asks, twisting his head around to offer me a sexy grin. “Did you hear that, Dec? You can finally wear the leather chaps I bought you!”
“What do you mean ‘finally’? I’ve worn them before.”
“Yeah, but not in public,” Heath says.
My brows shoot up. “And you think an elementary school Holiday concert is the right place for a public debut?”
“This is a little more than I needed to know,” Brendan mutters.
“What’s ‘chaps’?” Baxter asks, his blue eyes wide with curiosity.
Heath chuckles. “They’re pants that cowboys wear.”
“But Uncle Dec’s not a cowboy…”
Heath nods thoughtfully. “You’re right. Usually I’m the one riding cowboy.”
“OKAY! That’s quite enough of that!” Brendan cries, holding his arms up as If that will somehow shield Baxter from Heath’s not-exactly-PG statements.
Deciding it might be better to just extract us from the situation before Baxter’s curiosity gets my husband in further trouble, I grab Heath’s hand and start tugging him away. “Hey, babe, why don’t we get some more eggnog?”
“Oh, sure, lower his inhibitions further—that’ll help!” Brendan calls after us.