Page 30 of Ballads of Lines Blurred

If I pushed Slater to the side and focused solely on Milo, I thought he was damn good-looking. I loved his smile and how he was different from anyone else I knew. He did things to his own beat. He loved to joke and have a good time. When he talked to me, it wasn’t like I was a child or without life experience. He treated me as an equal, which wasn’t easy to come by in our friend and family group, where everyone wanted to protect Olivia and me. It had gotten better over the years, but they still watched out for us.

Anytime I saw Milo, he always asked how I was and what I was doing at the gym. If I was dating or just having hot sex. He asked about work and friends. About my life. He made the effort to get to know me. What did I do? Got jealous over the way he was with Slater when the reality was, I felt something for Milo too. Something I didn’t unearth until just now.

God, why did it take me this long to notice Milo when he’d been treating me so well all along? And that was just as friends. Could we be more? Could we both be who Slater needed, like Romeo said?

13

MILO

The doorbell rang for the second time, forcing me to drag the pillow over my head to block out the sound. A moment later, my phone vibrated. Damn security system. I loved it, but every time someone came to the door, we were alerted so we could see who it was. The house was outfitted with cameras, an alarm, every bell and whistle to keep my brother and me safe. He was all the family I had left after the rest of our family wanted nothing to do with us due to who we shared our beds with. Whatever. Assholes. It was important we were safe. When the doorbell sounded when I was asleep, I wanted to throw my phone.

My phone rang next. I slapped my hand on the nightstand until I found it and dragged it under the pillow, answering it as I did so. “Fuck you,” I said to my brother. I knew who it was without looking. He was probably sleeping too and wanted me to get it.

“You have thirty seconds to get downstairs and answer the door, or I’m going to do it stark naked.”

“Show off what you’ve got. I’m going back to sleep.”

I was about to end the call when he said, “Fine. I’m sure Cody would like to see my dick.”

My head shot up, the pillow falling to the side. “Cody?”

“Oh, now I have your attention? Answer the door, asshole,” he growled and hung up.

Quickly as I could, I fumbled with the phone until I got to the app for the security system and pulled it up to see Cody standing outside. We had a camera mounted above the front door. Hitting a button to activate the audio, I said, “Be right down.” Did my voice just squeak? Fuck’s sake.

I spun and stumbled out of bed, my foot catching on the sheet, which caused me to hop on the other one until I gripped the footboard and could untangle myself. My hair fell into my face. The mohawk was getting long. I was on the fence about cutting it, kind of liking the length it had.

The end of the bed held a treasure trove of discarded shirts normally, but as I rooted around, I couldn’t find any. I forgot Slater was here last night. I had to race around the room, cleaning up so he didn’t think I was a total slob. The only people who usually saw this place were my brother and his partners.

I lunged toward the closet, swinging the door open then grabbed the closest shirt to slip over my head. The sleeves were ripped off, but at least it hung low enough to cover my dick through my thin shorts. I was proud of my bulge. However, I didn’t think Cody needed to see it first thing in the morning.

When I opened my door, I came face-to-face with my brother, who wore a smirk and thankfully a pair of shorts. He handed me a small paper cup of mouthwash. “Swish and spit on your way to the door.”

“Thank you.” I grabbed it and did just that, sliding into the downstairs bathroom before answering the door. Skidding to a stop, I attempted to finger comb my hair, but knew it wasn’t good enough. There was nothing to be done about it now.

On the other side of the door was Cody. I had no idea what he wanted. If I had to guess, it had something to do with Slater.

Pulling the door open, I pasted on a smile that pulled at my lip ring, which was a signal I was forcing it a bit too much. I tried for casual and leaned against the door. Except my arm slipped, and I crashed into the side of it. The ground fast approached my face as I continued to slide down. Strong arms wrapped around me, saving me from getting the concrete step etched into my forehead, cheek, and palms.

Cody helped me stand, keeping his arms around me until he was sure I wouldn’t spontaneously topple over. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” I smoothed down my shirt. “Thanks for the save.”

He started laughing, attempting to hide it behind his hand.

“What?” I asked. My hand went to my hair again and over my face. “What’s on me?”

He pointed to my shirt.

Looking down, I saw the reason for his humor. It was not my lack of coordination. There was a massive dick on the front of my black shirt. It was outlined in fluorescent yellow with white cum flowing from the head. Below the dick it read, Now Serving Number 106.

“My brother,” I told Cody with a sigh. “He likes to call me a serial fucker. The shirt was one of his Christmas gifts to me last year. He’s a fucking peach.”

“That’s fantastic.”

“Mmm, sure it is. Do you want to come in or is laughing at me from the doorway part of the reason you stopped by?”

“It’s not, but it’s certainly a perk.” He stepped forward, bringing his rich scent of cologne with him. Goddamn, what was that? My dick perked up at the smell of him. Thankfully, the giant penis on my shirt helped conceal some of it.

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