Page 29 of When Ben Loved Jace

I stare, because Greg is wearing nothing but tight boxer briefs. He’s got the beefy sort of body that I was obsessed with in my youth, all curved muscles and bulging… well, everything really. I quickly look elsewhere.

“Do you happen to have some milk? Jace is out.”

“Sure! Come on in.”

I let my eyes wander again while following him to the kitchen. He’s got an amazing ass. Way above standard. As for my own cheeks, they burn as I watch him dig around in the fridge to pull out a gallon of milk.

“How about some coffee?” he asks when spinning around.

I avert my gaze. “You’re a lifesaver!”

“Jace is always out of everything,” Greg says, potentially nodding in understanding. I have no idea because I’m studying his bare feet, but not in a pervy way. I’ve always been more into hands. “When you’re gone for most of the week, stuff tends to go bad.”

He takes a mug off a high shelf, his back muscles flexing before my eyes dart away again. “Want any sugar?” he offers. “Or some cream?”

“No thanks,” I say, studying the sink faucet.

I listen to him pour. When he hands the mug to me, I have to cast around before I manage to grab it, because just beyond it would be those tight briefs, and I’m dying to look again. So I won’t.

“How’d you sleep last night?” Greg asks. “Or did you? I could swear I saw the trailer rocking.”

“Ha ha,” I reply before focusing on the coffee.

“I’m guessing you wanted the milk for cereal, but I can offer you something way more substantial. If you’re interested.”

“Cereal is fine,” I reply, my pulse racing.

“You feeling all right?”

I nod rapidly. “Mm-hm!”

“I’m up here,” he says, bending over to catch my gaze. When he straightens up, my eyes travel with his. “I’m used to Jace staring at me. I don’t mind. It’s flattering. Take a good look.”

The invitation is impossible to resist. He must work out. No way is all that muscle natural! My gaze travels across his pecs and then down to his stomach, where a thin trail of hairs leads from his belly button down to his—

“Wanna see the rest?” Greg asks, hooking his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his briefs.

“No!” I turn and grab the gallon of milk, coffee sloshing out of the mug in my haste to reach the back door. “I’ve got everything I need. Thanks!”

“Wait wait wait!” His feet slap the floor in rapid succession to reach me. “Ben! Let me explain.”

“I’ve gotta go!” I say, but despite having reached the door, my hands aren’t free to turn the knob.

“It was a test!” Greg says from behind me. “And you passed!”

My panic slowly subsides as I turn around. “A test?”

“Yeah,” he says with a grin that is friendly, but not seductive.

My brow furrows up. “Jace put you up to this?”

“No! Oh my god, dude. He would kill me if he found out!”

“I won’t keep a secret from him.”

“Good!” Greg holds up his palms in surrender. “Just let me explain. Okay? I’ll make you breakfast.”

That does sound nice. And I am curious. “Put something on first.”