Page 134 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“Just don’t call him a weirdo.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,Daddy.”
Which set off a round of groans. As much as we knew they were a couple and had a sex life, no one wanted to think about either of them beingDaddy. Some things were better kept to yourself, even if they were said as a joke...which I hoped it was. I didn’t want to imagine that Mason was the sort to get off on calling someone ‘Daddy’ in bed...or that Jace was the sort to get off on being called that.
Trying to ignore Mason, I glanced at Moira again. “And Kayden? Stowing him out of sight as well?”
Moira gave me a meaningful look, and I shrugged. Micah not being there was pretty telling, or at least gave me the idea that she knew full well this might be a family meeting that a minor shouldn’t be part of. Not that the conversation would get raunchy, well, no more than usual with Mason around. Better safe than sorry. Kayden, however, was not a kid, and his sensibilities didn’t need to be considered, especially when he wasn’t shy about making dirty jokes alongside Mason to try and scar Jace for life.
Come to think of it, Jace seemed to enjoy having people around who gave him hell, huh, there was probably something to that, but I didn’t want to think too hard about it.
“No,” Moira said finally, rolling her eyes. “But he has a late shift tonight. He’ll be out until well after midnight. He did say to keep him updated on any ‘juicy’ details. His words, not mine.”
“How…ominous,” I said pointedly, ignoring the way Mason shot me a knowing smirk.
Mason grinned as he hopped up, eyeing those of us at the table without a drink before moving over to the little bar. “Do you drink, Marshall?”
“Nowhere near like I used to,” Marshall said with a chuckle.
“It wouldn’t take much to drink less than a drunk fish,” Marty said, raising a brow.
“That’s true,” Marshall said, accepting the criticism with more grace than Milo took it, who now glared at his mother. “Then let’s say I drink considerably less than I used to, but I still have a drink or two with dinner on occasion.”
“Hmmm,” Mason said after a moment, clearly forming an idea in his head.
“Don’t,” I told Marshall when he opened his mouth. “Mason likes to make a game out of making drinks for people based on their personality, mood, and the kind of day they’ve had. All stuff he thinks he knows about people.”
“I’m very good with people,” Mason said, causing everyone at the table to give a harsh snort. “Rude.”
“He is actually good at picking right, though,” Moira told Marshall in a low voice. “And if he’s wrong, he’s determined to get it right the next time. I didn’t say that, though, he’ll get an even bigger head if he thinks someone in the family actually gives him any credit.”
“He’s pretty good at stroking his own ego,” Milo said.
“I heard that,” Mason said, dropping drinks in front of Milo and Marshall before returning to his seat just as one of the staff pushed the large cart laden with dishes into the room and left it there. It was nice to have someone else cook, but we didn’t needthe staff to worry about serving; we could lay out dishes just fine. “I’m very good at stroking many things.”
Marshall squinted at him. “You sound...a lot like someone else I’ve got to know recently.”
“Really, who’s that?” Mason asked as Dom hopped up to help Moira get the cart and set the dishes out for us to serve ourselves.
“My ex,” Milo muttered before thinking, still horrified by the idea that there was any similarity between Mason and Raf.
“Which one?” Mason asked in a wry voice.
Jace frowned at him. “You are not going to give someone shit because they’ve had a few exes. I know your body count; your glass house looks sensitive to stones.”
“You’ve never complained before.”
“This isn’t complaining, this is facts.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Raf,” Milo grunted as he eyed the bowls nearest us.
“Oh, why did you break up?” Marty asked, her tone softening considerably as she stared at Milo. “I liked him.”
“Yes, you two were sweet together. Whyeverdid you break up?” Mason asked in a tone so thick with sarcasm and wry humor it was a miracle it didn’t form a solid mass and drip from his mouth.
Okay, so Mason definitely knew.
