Page 115 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“And you never thought to tell me that I was an issue in your relationship?”
It was my turn to get annoyed, raising my brow at him. “Really? Because there’s no way in hell with the relationships you had that your feelings for me didn’t somehow get in the way? I distinctly remember you telling me you dropped a guy after a few dates because he thought our relationship was weird.”
“That is not the same thing as you getting in the way of a relationship like this is.”
Eva snorted. “Hold your horses there, buckeroo, you’re starting to toot your own horn a little too hard there.”
“What?” Milo grumbled.
“Eli’s gotten a lot wrong...especially lately, fuck you for that by the way, but he’s not wrong aboutthat. It was an argument between us, and youneverdid anything to make that fight happen,” she said with a shake of her head. “Don’t go thinking that you’re so damn important that you caused a major problem between us. He did that just fine on his own by being him; you just so happened to be a prime example of how there are apparently some exceptions to his closed-up, fortress of a brain. I wasn’t mad about you. I was mad because clearly he did let people in, but the only one was you at the time. Apparently, that’s even truer than it was before.”
“I...don’t know how to feel about that,” Milo said slowly, looking deeply confused.
“I’m just uncomfortable,” I muttered, rubbing at my face. “And I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d feel bad about it when you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Eva groaned. “And there’s that.”
“What?”
“Your...I don’t know, constant need to take responsibility for other people on your shoulders. Like, only you know how to make things better or how to handle things, instead of just...letting people deal with things the way they want or need to. You’re not responsible for the world, Eli.”
“Wow,” Milo said dryly. “That’s sounding very familiar. Something I was trying to get across to him about two minutes before you FBId our door.”
“Just be glad I didn’t ATF it.”
“We don’t have a dog for you to shoot.”
“Ooh, sassy!”
“Really?” I asked in annoyance. “This is what you two are doing?”
“What?” she asked with a shrug, walking around me and going into the kitchen, her voice drifting out along with the sound of beer bottles rattling. “My issue is with you, bud. It’s not up to him to talk to me about this; that was all on you. If I had thought for a second that you were into any sort of dick action, I would have brought it up ages ago.”
“Why would you need to bring up me being potentially bi?”
“No, I meant I would have talked to him.”
“Me?” Milo wondered, now standing up and looking at her in confusion. “Why me?”
She smiled around the bottle as she took a drink and set it down, standing near the door to the kitchen. “Baby boy, I could never prove it, but deep inside, my gut told me you had a thing for the dipshit. Didn’t really see a point in bringing it up because you did do a pretty good job of hiding it, at least enough that I could only wonder instead of knowing you did. Plus, I’m a bitch, but I’m not cruel. If I was right and you had a thing for him, what would be the point of bringing it up? To rub your nose in the fact that you couldn’t have him...I mean, you had him in a way I never could.”
“And you had him in a way I never could,” Milo said with a shrug.
Her lips curled into a smirk. “I’m pretty sure you’ve had him in a lot of ways you never could before lately...and in ways I never could. He let you anywhere near his ass?”
“Answer that and you’re sleeping in your own bed for a long time,” I warned him. Which was a good call because his mouth snapped shut and a sheepish look crossed his face, telling me he was getting ready to spill the goods right then and there.
“Sorry,” Milo said, his cheeks taking on color. “I’d love to give you details, even if it’s just as a little truce between us, but I kind of like not having to sleep alone.”
“I bet,” she said dryly. “At some point, I’m going to get mad that I lost out on the most reliable, and probably best sex I’m going to find in a long time. And you’re hogging it all.”
“I am,” Milo said, face still red, but a note of pride and happiness in his voice made me want to slap him and kiss him. “Sorry.”
“You’re not sorry at all.”
“I can be sorry that you’re missing out, and I can be sorry that you weren’t brought into the loop sooner.”
“Would you have told Eli to tell me if you knew what you know now?”
