Page 126 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“And you’re sorry.”
“More than I’ll ever be able to say.”
“And...we’re here. Together.”
“We are. And when I leave here, it will be with you.”
“Can I...can I be happy about that for right now? Can I be mad at you for it later?”
“You be whatever you want right now. I should have been there for it all.”
“I want you to be happy that we’re here together.”
“I am. I’m scared. I’m ashamed of myself for taking this long. I’m guilty because I’m the reason we’re hurting as much as we are. And I’m happy that you’re here and we’re...together.”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Good.”
He was a man of his word, and I caught his hesitant kiss with my lips. It was like one of those cheesy fairy tales, bringing new life to his body that hadn’t been there since he’d entered the motel room. I hadn’t realized how distant and rigid he had been until I felt him push our bodies so tightly together that it was like he was trying to merge us as one, as his lips pressed tighter against mine. One of his hands gripped the back of one of my shoulders, and the other closed around my waist, holding me in place as our lips parted, his tongue sliding carefully over mine.
It was gentle, it was needy, it was slow, it was intense, it was loving, it was relief.
So much relief.
“I missed you so much,” he breathed against my lips, and I realized that while my mind was caught up in the relief of feeling him with me, having him back, our bodies had come to life as well, erections pushing against each other. “Eva tried to help, and she did. Marshall and Raf tried to help, and I’m so grateful they came here with me. But it was you I needed, Milo.”
“I panicked, and by the time I got here and realized what I’d done, it felt like it was too late.”
“Too late to come back and be with me?”
“To make up for leaving in the first place, for abandoning you.”
“So being gone for three days was better?”
“No, it was worse.”
“Good.” I heard the growl in his voice that once signified I was in deep shit. It definitely...probably meant the same thing, but the way he gripped my hip, the way he pushed his cock against mine, I knew it was also something else.
“Eli?” I asked as I felt the sexuality I hadn’t felt before suddenly build inside me. Where there had been relief and trepidation, now I was feeling a desire that was even more desperate and needful than the first time he had slid inside me. Before, I had been desperate to have what I’d never been allowed; now that need came from a place that knew just how close I had flirted with never having him again.
“I needed you,” he repeated, the hand on my hip sliding down to grip my ass with a painful grab. “And I still do.”
“You have me, you’re always going to have me.”
“And if you leave, again?”
“Then you can leave me, or you can hunt me down and beat my ass. Whatever you want. I’m yours.”
“Not yet,” he growled, and I let out a soft gasp when his wet finger slid inside me. “Did you grab your shower bag when youleft me?”
Oh God, this was going to be fun and probably a little unnerving. “I...yes, w-why?”
His finger pushed into me roughly, and I welcomed the hurt, but not nearly as much as the hunger he still had for me. “Because you can’t remember to do things half the time. It’s why I started buying a bunch of little bottles of that lube and storingthem everywhere. I bet you didn’t pay much attention to one of them being thrown in your shower bag.”
I was trying to remember if I’d ever seen a bottle in there, but his rough movements were distracting me. A jolt of pleasure eclipsed discomfort, and then the ache came back as he dug his finger into me, only to have the pleasure follow hot on its heels. Christ, I didn’t care that it hurt, or maybe I did, whatever he wanted, I wanted too, and we probably wanted it as desperately as each other.
“I’ll...go get the bag,” I told him breathlessly, grinding our hips together so we felt the sparks of pleasure. “Whatever you want.”
