Page 8 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“God, sometimes I can’t even say that what they have is love.”
I blinked. “Really? Something wrong?”
True, Mason’s relationship with Jace had been...rocky in the beginning. Honestly, the two had despised each other from the moment they’d laid eyes on each other back in middle school, and it had only grown worse with the years. Their reunion in their thirties had been just as rocky, although the details were a little foggy. All I knew for sure was that it turned out Jace was my nephew’s father after he’d been with Moira years before, and he found out after trying to bust Mason for reckless driving. Somewhere along the line, apparently, Jace discovered he wasn’tquite as straight as he’d thought and didn’t hate Mason as much as he thought.
Well, there was still plenty of hate, and despite Milo theorizing as to how the hell the sex worked between them, I tried not to think about it. I was still a little confused about how their relationship worked. Sure, they weren’t antagonizing each other...as much, but sometimes you could feel the tension even when they were getting along. Milo said it was foreplay for them, which, again, I would not think about too hard.
“Nothing more than the usual,” she said. “Idiots got into a bickering match yesterday, and the next thing I know, I’m getting a phone call from our head of housekeeping that they were found...occupying a store room.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Gross.”
I had zero problem with the gay thing. There was no way to be close to someone like Milo and have an issue with gay sex; the two things could not exist at the same time without going insane. What I didn’t want was to imagine Mason having sex with someone else...especially when that someone was the father of my nephew. Of course, I was sometimes forced against my will to dance close to imagining my brother having sex with someone else because of Milo, but that was different. Maybe it was the close bond, or the byproduct of living with someone who had little in the way of shame or propriety when it came to sex.
“And how do you think I felt?” she huffed.
“There’s no way you haven’t heard worse. It’s not like you got details.”
“About that.”
“Ew, why?”
“I think she forgot she was talking about my brother. I can forgive her for not knowing Jace was my ex, but...I’ll tell you, it’sreallydifficult not to get a mental image going. Jace got bulkiersince we were dating, but I doubt a whole lot else has changed about him.”
“Mmm, I’m going to try not to think too hard on that,” I told her, wrinkling my nose. Her tone was suggestive enough as it was without needing details. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about Jace since most of the time Mason was around, and their relationship was just weird to wrap my head around. I didn’t want to think about the logistics of the physical aspects of their relationship if it could be helped.
“It’s too late for me,” she said dryly. “Save yourself.”
“Mmm, I’ll do that.”
“But you won’t, you’ll do the dumb thing, like you always do.”
“Huh?”
“No point in telling you, it won’t make a difference. One day you’ll learn...maybe.”
“Uh...huh.”
“Anyway, as lovely as it has been to learn that our brother still doesn’t know how to behave like a functioning adult?—”
“Uhhh, you’re welcome?”
“I didn’t thank you. Try to keep him alive for the rest of the night if you can. I’m not sure I’m ready to plan a funeral for him.”
“I’ll be sure to pass along your love.”
“You do that.”
There was a moment of hesitation before the line closed, and I shook my head. Locking my phone, I tucked it away and returned to the exam room. I stopped when I saw Milo still sitting on the exam table, legs still kicking, but a few things were missing since I’d last been in the room.
“Please tell me he told you to strip down,” I said, eyeing his green underwear, so bright it would have made my eyes water in direct sunlight. “And you didn’t offer to do this.”
Milo smirked, reaching up to flick a thick strand of hair out of his face. “I was told. I’m not going to strip for a stranger just because.”
“Mmm, your birthday.”
“That was different!”
“How?”
