Page 77 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
There was guilt because we were keeping this whole thing a secret from everyone, and even if we didn’t need to tell anyone, it was...well, it was a lot.
With a sigh, I followed him into the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter, an open beer in front of him, but from the looks of the contents, he had barely had more than a sip or two. His shoulders were hunched, and the look on his face said hewas either lost in his thoughts and ignoring me, or he was utterly lost in his own thoughts and wouldn’t have noticed a zebra wandering in.
Stepping forward, I put a hand on his hip and squeezed it to bring him back to reality. His head picked up slightly, but he didn’t turn to look at me. He was back in reality and knew my touch was a request, and his reaction wasn’t exactly an invitation, but it wasn’t a denial either. Knowing it was my chance, I wrapped my arms around his waist, drawing him back so our bodies were flush, my front to his back as I rested my chin on his shoulder.
“You were jealous,” I said softly, feeling him tense but holding on. To back off in the face of his emotions would tell him I was trying to put distance between us when, in reality, a stubborn refusal to break the connection was something that could get through even his worst tempers.
After a long silence, he let out a breath and hung his head. “I was...I am. And you were right. I don’t have a right to be. And I wasn’t lying when I said that thing about my relationship with Raf being shallow, I knew it before you said something weeks ago. And I’m not always happy that I haven’t said anything to him, but he could be fucking his dad for all I know, because like him, I’ve never asked what he does when I’m not around...or who.”
I snorted. “Is his dad hot?”
“Not as hot as mine, according to Raf,” Milo said, and I didn’t have to see him to know he was wrinkling his nose. “Which is gross.”
“At least he has a type; you two are eerily similar.”
“Are you trying to say you want to fuck Marshall?”
“No,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “And I was jealous too.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “You?”
“Me,” I confirmed.
“That’s...a weird thought,” he said, his brow creasing again. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you getting jealous.”
“It’s happened, I just didn’t make a big deal about it.”
“You’d be one of the few people who think so. Most people either think their jealousy is a big deal that needs to be dealt with, or the other side turns their noses up at the idea of jealousy.”
“Jealousy comes from insecurity, and we’re both feeling insecure because Raf and Eva were here,” I said, noticing that he was still tense but was intentionally leaning back into me. I had him more relaxed, and I loosened my hold, but only so I could use one hand to rub his stomach in a gentle circle. I’d never really been one to focus on stomachs, but I had to admit, his was nice, and I liked the feel of it under my hand. Especially when I slipped it under his shirt to rub his skin, feeling the tickle of his hair against my palm.
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “And I get why we’re not like...open about things. There’s too much we don’t know, and I’m not ready to deal with what other people might say. So until we can be sure, we just...have to deal.”
“True,” I agreed even though I didn’t want to. “But what’s more important is making sure we don’t...let it get in the way, right?”
“God, please. I’d rather stop than let it destroy us,” he said in a low tone of desperation. “I’m terrified that’s going to happen.”
“Then we make sure we don’t let it happen,” I told him, even though I knew damn well that life had a way of getting out of control and bringing you to places you never thought you’d be. “What we have going on is amazing, but what we had before is even more important. I don’t want to lose you either, so let’s make sure it doesn’t happen.”
Milo sighed, setting his hand over the one I had resting on his hip. “You’re right, but tell me something that might make me feel less jealous?”
I chuckled, taking the hand that had been gently rubbing his stomach and sliding itjustunder the waistband of his sleep pants, feeling the rough brush of his trimmed hair. “When you walked out of your room earlier after getting changed for the night, I saw you scratching your stomach, and I wanted to pin you to the wall right then and there. It was like something took over me, and if it weren’t for Eva and Raf, I would have done it without hesitation.”
“Did you...ever feel like that with her?” Milo asked, and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at his stubborn worry.
“Definitely,” I said, smirking when I felt the tension return to his body. I slid my hand down further, unimpeded despite his tension. I found his cock, half hard, and wrapped my hand around it. “But ever since that night you sucked me dry, I haven’t been with her. And definitely not since you let me fuck you in your old bed. All I’ve wanted was you, butt naked, or not, moaning and begging for more, begging for my cum inside you.”
“Fucking hell.” He groaned, pushing back into me where he could feel how hard I was with his ass pressed against me as I stroked his rapidly hardening dick.
“You ever fucked Raf?”
“Uh,” he went stiff again.
“You fucking him, not just sleeping with him in general,” I qualified quickly because I didn’t want an answer to the question of whether he’d slept with Raf in the past couple of weeks. I knew the answer, of course, they were a couple, and even if their sexual hungers could be spent on other people, that didn’t mean they didn’t still sleep together. I didn’t want direct confirmation of that. Just because I had accepted the reality didn’t mean I wanted to face it.
“Oh,” he said, and I tried not to read too much into the relief in his voice. “Never.”
“Never?”
