Page 73 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
Still, it begged a question I hadn’t yet entertained. What if we kept going? Or better yet, what if things became serious between us? If either happened, we might not have a choice but to come clean to other people. Then what? Assuming everyone was okay with us being together, what about the rest of our lives and other people? Just how often would we be forced to navigate the awkwardness of people finding out we were in a romantic and sexual relationship...and that we were stepbrothers?
It was a lot, which was why I locked it away to deal withifit became a problem.
“Look,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I know you weren’t the horniest of guys, but for you to go like what...over two weeks now? Two weeks and two days?—”
“Not that you’ve been keeping track,” I said dryly.
“Hell yes, I have been,” she grumbled. “But that’s unusual as hell for you. Just say you’ve been getting it elsewhere.”
“Okay,” I said with a shrug. “I’ve been getting it elsewhere.”
Her eyes widened. “No shit? If you weren’t...well, how? I’d ask when you started picking up women, but that’s never been your style. So now I have to ask, who are you seeing? What’s her name?”
“There is no ‘her,’” I told her, because again, that stuck to the truth.
She squinted. “Is it a he?”
“Really?” I asked, eyes going wide as my stomach lurched. “I don’t hit you up for sex for a couple of weeks and tell you I’m not dating some girl, and you immediately go for team switching?”
“Eh,” she said, wiggling her fingers at me. “I always got a bi vibe from you.”
“You have literally no reason to believe that, other than the fact that you used to talk about how hot it would be if I was willing to try a little of the other side so long as you were involved,” I reminded her.
“That’s not a reason, that’s a fantasy,” she told me airily. “And watching you dick down some guy or get dicked down would be hot. I don’t care what you say.”
Well, privately, I had to agree, dicking a guy down had proved to be pretty hot. Once upon a time, I would never have thought myself capable of that, but life was weird and liked to surprise you on occasion. It was fair to consider me surprised because there was no denying that sleeping with Milo washot. I might not have given real thought to what he was like when it came to sex, but I was thrilled I knew now. The guy pulled off a mixture of aggressive and submissive that should have canceled each other out or at least come off as bizarre, but it worked for him, and well, it worked for me too.
I cleared my throat, pushing the thoughts away before I started making a display of myself. I was wearing a tank top that stopped at the waistband of my thin lounge pants, so if I started getting hard, Eva was bound to notice. It had been a couple of days since the last time with Milo, since we’d both been busy lately between friends, school, and family. Eva had a point, though. I was usually easy to sexually sate if I got it once or twicea week, but I found my appetite had grown more voracious with Milo.
“Come on, you seeing someone would make a lot more sense than anything else,” she said with a huff. “And while I’m sure it’s that, it better not be because we agreed that if we started seeing someone, we would tell the other.”
“I’m not dating anyone,” I told her. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what she’d said, but my slightly altered version was closer to the truth. Milo and I weren’t dating...he was dating Raf. Which of course was something else neither Milo nor I had talked about. Again, we hadn’t done anything wrong; he and Raf had been in an open relationship for a few months before anything started between Milo and me. And as far as I knew, Raf hadn’t enacted their agreed-upon rule that Milo had to tell him the truth if Raf were to ask. So, we weren’t doing anything wrong, but we carefully threaded that particularly touchy needle very narrowly.
Eva narrowed her eyes, and warning bells went off in my head when her mouth thinned and twisted up thoughtfully. Eva was in second place in the competition for who knew me the best. She was good at sensing my bullshit, and even worse than Milo about calling me on it. The sheer narrowness of her eyes as she scrutinized me showed she already had an idea that I was being evasive for a reason, but was trying to figure out how to work her way around my many tricks and thick walls to get me to tell her the unvarnished truth.
My chest tightened when her mouth opened, and then froze when we both heard a voice from outside the apartment and the familiar rattle of keys in the lock. Her mouth snapped shut, and she leaned back into the couch, eyeing me suspiciously as Milo’s voice grew louder and the door swung open. I played my part and gave her a questioning look, which earned me a roll of the eyes. Yeah, she definitely knew something was up, and now sheknew that I knew she knew and was going to be on alert to nail me down. I wasn’t saved; I had just earned a reprieve.
What pleasure I felt at Milo’s return soured when I heard another familiar, far less welcome voice. It had been a while since Milo had brought Raf around, and while I knew it wasn’t an intentional act on his part, I felt my mood pivot at the man’s admittedly pleasant, deep voice. He was chuckling at something Milo had said, and I turned when I heard them enter the living room.
“Wasn’t expecting you for another hour or two,” I told Milo as he entered, and felt warmth blossom in my gut and groin at the sight of him. His hair was still damp, which meant he had either just gotten done having sex or had headed back from the gym after a shower. I was really hoping it was the second. I did not want to get turned on because he’d just gotten done having sex with Raf...or anyone for that matter, that wasn’t me.
Christ, was that jealousy? Fuck.
Ignoringthat, at least I was given a new idea. We had kept things to the apartment where the chances of someone we knew getting a clue to what was going on between us were practically zero...that one time in his old room being an exception. Except now I had to wonder what it would be like to dosomethingat the gym. Half the time we were there together, the place was almost dead, so if we aimed for that time...well, those showers didn’t offer much privacy, but I’m sure something could be done.
Milo shot me a questioning look, and I quickly adjusted my features when I realized I was probably starting to show my thoughts. If we were alone, I would have just told him what was on my mind...or maybe kept it to myself to surprise him later, he was a fan of surprises when they were fun ones. We had an audience, however, and I put a pleasant expression on my face as I turned to face Raf, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his middle.
“Hey there, Raf,” I said lightly.
“Hey yourself,” he said, almost as lightly.
“Doing alright?”
“Been run ragged by this one, but what else would I expect?”
“Do I even want to know?”
His smirk was knowing, and I hated the sour feeling in my gut. “Just Milo being Milo. You should know what that’s like.”
