Page 9 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“I was drunk and single.”
The second thing was more important in convincing me than the first. Milo was free with his attention and affection when he wasn’t tied down to one person, but that stopped the moment he started dating. He could easily be called a slut, but he was a loyal one. So yes, I believed he wouldn’t have stripped down for a piece of clunky seduction because he did, in fact, have a boyfriend.
Now, whether or not I believed his boyfriend afforded him the same loyalty was an entirely different discussion, one I was careful to avoid. Many people took one look at Milo and assumed he was a goofy, golden retriever sort of guy. Not that I blamed them in the slightest, he was generally the goofy, playful sort. What people didn’t understand was that there was an irritable, no-nonsense, feistiness that gave off more of a cat energy feel at times. Our often quiet brother, Arlo, had deemed him an orange cat, and the term had stuck.
“That poor, pickled single brain cell of yours,” I said with a sigh, taking a seat again as the doctor returned, which was convenient since it was a little weird to stare at Milo sitting in his underwear. Not that I hadn’t seen him in his underwear many,manytimes before, but it was just weird seeing him sitting in that vulnerable state. Anyone left in their undies waiting on a doctor understood completely.
“The leg is just sprained from the looks of it. We’ll get you dressed and down the hall to see if it’s the same for the armtoo,” Rimes said, glancing at me before returning his attention to Milo.
“I figured,” Milo said, twisting on the exam table and hopping down, making sure to land on his good leg. Against my will, I couldn’t help but notice that his gym workouts had been working as his ass bounced dramatically. It was a weird thing for my straight ass to notice about my stepbrother, but when it came to Milo, weird things happened all the time, even if it was just in my head. “I know the place.”
“From what I’ve gathered, that doesn’t surprise me in the slightest,” Rimes chuckled, and I shook my head at his comfort. However uncomfortable and weird people found Milo, he had a charm that was impossible to resist. Sure, for some, it was probably the good looks, but he also made people feel comfortable, so long as someone didn’t get on his nerves, which could happen easily.
“Called Moira, didn’t you?” Milo asked as he yanked his jeans up, leaning against the exam table. He unconsciously continued to be careful around his injured leg.
“I did.”
“Call me an idiot?”
“She did.”
“Call you an idiot for letting me do it?”
“Basically.”
“You think she does it just so she can say she told us so, not because she thinks it’ll make us stop?”
“Most definitely.”
“How’s the rest?”
“The same, Mason and Jace are driving her nuts.”
“They crack me up. They obviously like the hell out of each other, but they’re bad at showing it for some reason.”
“That’s because Jace is too angry and stubborn to find the right way to admit it, and Mason is too much of a jackass and toostubbornto do it the right way. They’re just sorting it out in the only way they know...badly, but hell, they’re managing.”
Milo thought about that for a moment and then nodded. “That makes sense. I forget how good you are at that.”
“At what?”
“Stuff.”
“Thank you, Milo, that really cleared it up.”
“It’s a gift.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ll love this. A housekeeper found Jace and Mason in a storage closet...working on things.”
Milo snorted as he yanked on his socks and grabbed his shoes. “Well, that’s about right. I guess they’ve figured out a way to sort out their issues without beating the shit out of each other.”
“Yeah, but poor Moira ended up getting more details than she wanted. I don’t know what details she heard, but she said just hearing them was enough considering she dated Jace back in the day, and that was enough for her imagination,” I said with a shrug.
Milo laughed. “Which probably means Jace is hung like a horse, and she doesn’t want to think about Mason dealing with that.”
I blinked and cringed. “Alright, touché, Moira.”
“What?” Milo asked. “God, do you think Mason bottoms?”
