Page 82 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“Don’t make any plans for next weekend. At all. Friday afternoon till Monday morning, keep it available.”
“Okay?”
“Trust me,” I said, although all I had was a vague idea of what I was going to do and nothing definitive. Still, that gave me about a week, and I’m sure when I wasn’t distracted by his naked body wrapped around mine, I would be able to come up with something. “I’m going to make a nice weekend for us.”
He lifted his head, looking at me curiously. “What, like...a date weekend?”
“Something like that,” I agreed readily. It wasn’t the word I’d been thinking of, but it worked. I was still unsure about the future, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t treat him, or both of us, to something nice. Hell, maybe treating it like a ‘date weekend’ would help put things into perspective. As of now, we had established that we were enjoying ourselves, and while I worried about it changing, I was showing no signs of not enjoying it anytime soon. So that meant seeing how far it would go and how far we were willing to take it. At some point, whether sooner or later, we would have to figure out if there was a stopping point or if we were going to push forward and deal with all the struggle and drama that entailed.
But there had to be a starting point, one that wasn’t focused solely on sex. We already knew we worked together as people, as the closest of friends, and now we knew that pretty much every aspect of sex worked for us, so that really only left the rest. I probably would have put it off with anyone else because there was still too much to be uncertain about...but not with Milo. If there was someone who could bring me to this point and convince me just by their existence that I needed to push farther without saying much, it was him.
“Yeah,” I finally said after thinking about it. “A date weekend.”
“Sure, okay,” he said, not bothering to hide his eagerness because why would he?
Perhaps at the end of the day, despite everything new and different between us, we were still us.
“And don’t think for a minute I’ve forgotten about the cast,” I warned him.
“Mmm, take it out on my ass later?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
“Do you think that’s going to work?”
“You tell me.”
“You know it is.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Yeah, we were still us.
MILO
I was not nervous.
I wasnotnervous.
Sure, it was officially the first day of what was supposed to be a date weekend with Elijah, which hit the top spot for greatest fantasy ever realized. Even more than sleeping with him, which was also in the top three and I’d been doing that for a few weeks now...except for last night, despite it having been a few days. Generally, he couldn’t keep his hands off me after the second or third day. Which, of course, drove me crazy and stuck in my head. If it wasn’t for the fact that we had a whole date weekend planned, I might have started worrying that it was a bad sign.
Not that I thought it was unfair for me to think that way. Sure, I’d always casually wondered why he got returning customers like Eva, rather than going out and finding someone new. Still, I’d just chalked it up to a mixture of him preferring to be with people he knew, even if they weren’t romantically involved, and that he probably knew what he was doing to make the women want to come back in the first place. I was right on both counts, but now I knew firsthand how accurate the second explanation was.
Eli might not have been immediately skillful with gay things, but he was willing to learn. It reminded me a little of how I’d been when I’d gotten my first taste of sex. I’d thrown myself into just about every aspect of sex I could sink my teeth into. Eli was much the same, except he also had enough years of experience with other people to be more meticulous about it than my younger self had been. Eli might have been out of his element the first few times with me, but he had clearly been determined not to stay that way and had been successful beyond my wildest, sexiest dreams.
So if I was a little addicted to sleeping with him, I couldn’t really be blamed.
More importantly, I needed to make sure I was dressed appropriately with limited information. I’d been told to dress nice, but not so nice that I needed to start writing vows. So...okay, maybe the dress shirt was a little much, and the vest thrown on top was overkill, but, hell, I didn’t usually dress up all that nicely. Honestly, I hated being all dressed up. I never understood why nice shirts had to have collars that threatened to choke the life out of you when buttoned. But it was for Eli, so I would suck it up and well...I did look good, the blue shirt was one Eli had picked out for me last year, and it went great with my eyes and skin tone.
Yes, other people were better at dressing me than I was at dressing myself; I would own up to that.
I knew what colors worked with my complexion, though, and the noticeable gold trim on the vest was my choice because I could managesomethings regarding fashion. Maybe I’d gone a little overboard by swapping out the color of the tips of my hair to a blue that matched my eyes, but hell, I was happy with it. That I’d turned to a professional to strip the previous color without frying my hair and then dyed it to the perfect color wasa detail no one needed to know...mostly because it hadnotbeen cheap.
I had been told to dress nicely for dinner, so that’s what I’d done, and damned if I didn’t look good despite the partial monkey suit. I took a few pictures of myself, sorting through them to decide which one I liked best. I contemplated whether I should use a filter and immediately dismissed the idea. I rarely used filters in my pictures unless they were funny. Even if a picture went up where I looked haggard or beat up, those still went up without anything to ‘pretty’ me up.
‘Good food and drinks?’ I slapped the caption onto the picture I chose and sent it. I had been seriously slacking at keeping a presence online, at least a current one. I’d noticed Eli had been posting for me, a couple of old posts brought back for engagement, but he’d apparently been keeping some stuff in his back pocket for times when I wasn’t as active. There was content I remembered making, but we’d never posted, which meant he had kept it to use later, but at least now I had something to contribute. Hell, depending on how the night went, I might have some stuff to post later as well.
And...maybe I would keep my phone handy to record things tonight if Eli was inclined.
My phone alerted me to a message, and at a glance, I saw my ride had shown up, and I quickly hurried out of the apartment before they left. Eli had ordered the car, so I had to make sure it was the right vehicle before sliding into the back with a nervous greeting and settling in. There was no stopping myself from trying to guess where the car was headed as we negotiated the traffic. Not that I knew every place in the city, but it helped to occupy the next half an hour before the car pulled up to a plain-looking building.
