Page 97 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“Wow, apparently he’s still angling.”
“The only angling he seems to be doing right now is finding the right angle to stare at our asses. I don’t know what’s worse, the thought that he’s trying to see yours more or mine.”
I knew the answer because the annoyance flaring in my chest told me I didn’t want him looking at Milo. In all fairness, I didn’t want anyone looking at him right now, though I didn’t blame them if they did. This guy, though? I remembered him; he had been gross, making me feel like a piece of meat, and had gotten on Milo’s nerves with his piggish behavior—the last person who should be staring at Milo’s admittedly round, tight, and bouncy ass.
Okay...so that was a loaded, exceptionally horny,andpossessive thought.
“God, I hope he’s not going to come over here,” Milo grumbled, straightening up.
It looked like the guy was going to make his way over. Not that it surprised me now I remembered who he was, Iremembered just how damned persistent he’d been. Taking ‘no’ for an answer hadn’t been his thing, and I doubted he would be any better this time. The only thing that had put him off was when Milo was aggressive and rude.
“He’s going to approach us,” Milo added with a sigh. “Let’s just go change and get out of here.”
“What? So he can accost us...youin the locker room?” I scoffed. “I think the fuck not.”
“Then what?” he asked, giving me an amused look. “Mr. Protective...or is it Mr. Jealous?”
“Mr. Annoyed and Possessive, especially against assholes who treat people like pieces of meat,” I said, turning to find that the guy was drifting over, being completely obvious. I glared at him, and when he stopped, giving me a curious look, I raised the bird and gestured for him to go away. He shot me a dirty look and scowled harder when Milo barked with laughter, and I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know he was giving the guy the bird too. The asshole’s face twisted into an even dirtier look, and he turned to march back to his friend. “Clearly, being an asshole back to him is the only way to make him behave.”
Milo laughed again, his hand resting on my lower back. “I love it when you get all indignant and righteous. Doesn’t happen often, but it’s always a treat.”
“I’m so glad you approve,” I said, watching to make sure that when the guy got back to his buddy, the two didn’t decide to approach us anyway. I knew damn well that embarrassing someone in public, especially in front of someone they knew, was a gamble, but it was the only way to make the guy back off. Once I was sure he was staying right where he was, I turned and nodded toward the locker room. “Come on. He’ll probably leave us alone now, but the last thing we need is to give him a bigger show.”
I could see the guy moving toward the opposite end of the gym, and I took that as a sign we would be left alone now. Milo was still chuckling as I walked toward the locker room.
“What’s making you happy right now? That I told the guy to fuck off?” I asked with a roll of my eyes as we walked into the apparently empty locker room. Not that I was surprised, we had spent enough time people watching to know we were alone for now.
“I mean, yeah, it’salwaysfunny when you lose your temper and end up being the ‘bad guy,’” he said with a chuckle as we approached our lockers. “But the fact that you were jealous makes it all the better.”
“First of all,” I said, yanking open my locker, dragging out my shower bag, setting it down on the bench behind me, and grabbing my towel. “I was not jealous.”
“Uh-huh, and what would you call it?”
“I’d say I don’t care if people look at you or want you. If they’ve got two functioning eyes and a halfway decent brain, they’re going to want to fuck you.”
“I mean...some people aren’t into guys.”
“Neither was I until I was, and you’re to blame for that, so hell, maybe you could be the blame for someone else’s awakening. Which again, don’t care. Maybe I even like that they look at you and want to fuck you, but can’t.”
He paused, looking over at me. “And why can’t they?”
“Because…” I began and stopped, glaring at him. We hadn’t made anything official, so trying to make a claim on him, even if there were no witnesses, didn’t feel right. At the same time, I could see the eagerness in his face and knew he was waiting for me to say the words. I didn’t know if it was like his love of having me come inside him as a marking of territory thing, or if he specifically wantedmeto claim him.
“Because?”
I scowled at him. “Really?”
“Hey,” he said with a shrug and turned slightly away. “That’s fine, but I had to try, right?”
“Look,” I said with a sigh, kicking my shoes off, then yanking my socks off. The motion made him look at me as I slipped on my flip-flops. Once I was sure he was looking, I hooked my fingers into the band of my shorts and yanked them down, letting go of them so they pooled around my feet. The unhappy look on his face dropped immediately as he stared at me.
“Is that...?” he began, eyes sweeping over me, unable to decide if he wanted to stare at my ass that was bare save for the straps circling the underside or the pouch hugging the living shit out of my dick, making a shameless display of my bulge.
“The jockstrap you gave me as a joke? Yeah.”
“Fuck, I didn’t know you still had that.”
“Well, clearly I do. I’ve worn it occasionally but thought I might try it again today.”
