Lex(134)

I try not to look at Gage or I’ll succumb to his magnetism, so instead I focus on Tasha. “So Gage, tell your sister about yesterday.”

I hope the change in subject matter will help our cause. If not, Gage will undoubtedly do the barbaric thing he’s exhibited before. By throwing me over his shoulder and whisking me away to make love to me, not that I’d mind, if we were under different circumstances.

“I’ve heard Emma talk about it today, when we were playing ponies.” Maxwell chimes in, resting in the doorway of the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Gage glaring at him.

Do they not like each other? I never thought Gage disliked any of his family. Strange….

“They are My Little Ponies.” Gage harshly corrects his brother.

“Ah…yeah…. Well… I was some pink horse with sparkly wings and Emma was the queen.” Max says, like his brother’s attitude had zero effect on him.

To be honest when you look at Max and then at Gage, you wouldn’t think they could be related at all. Max is the furthest from being put together than most people I know, even Bob, Roni’s boyfriend, who uses the auto mechanics handbook to guide his fashion choices. Maxwell’s a jeans too loose kind of guy. Not baggy pants, almost pornographically too low riding on the hips kind. Plus, he isn’t wearing a shirt now. When I first arrived, he had on a black t-shirt. Nothing fancy and it was too big. Now he’s decided for whatever reason to ditch the shirt and is wearing only a pair of ultra-low pants. I can see his hip indentations. You know that V that makes women instantly stupid when they look at it. To Maxwell’s credit, he has a nice one, along with faintly defined muscles, on his tan, tattoo-less skin. Gage’s muscles are obvious, they are defined and they are so delicious I could have an orgasm just looking at his hot body. Max, on the other hand is a good-looking man. But his shaggy dark brown hair, few days old scruffy stubble, hides his potential. He could learn a few small tricks from Gage and he’d be ready to date somebody. As long as he got rid of his jeans that display he’s, A. Not wearing underwear, B. Manscapes himself bald, and C. His dick is about three inches wide. I can clearly see the root of it.

And because like a moron, I’ve been staring at him, while I’m telling you all about the way he looks for the past minute or so. He’s apparently taken notice, because let’s just say he’s standing at full attention. And whatever it is he’s packin’, it’s salute worthy. Officially revealing to me something I never thought I’d know — the Masterson brothers are hung. I can’t believe I’m even thinking it. But it’s impossible not to when the damn solider in question is pointing straight at me. Mortified isn’t even the word to describe how I am feeling right this second.

Turning my eyes to the side, looking away from the group, I finally zone in on a conversation I must have missed, when my brain was stupidly focused elsewhere.

“Why don’t you stop looking at her?” Gage snaps.

“Why did you bring her here?” Max counters.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

“You knew before you brought her here.”

“Yeah, I did. But you’re not the one who’s been in love with her for six years.”

“So having a crush for two years doesn’t count?” Max argues.

A soft touch on my forearm forces me to turn my head and see Tasha with an ‘I’m sorry’ expression marking her face, standing next to me.

“Two brothers kind of have a difference of opinion.” Her arm is thrown over my shoulder, providing much needed comfort and I snuggle into her plush side. Feeling trapped in a kitchen with nowhere to go, Gage stands next to the backdoor and Max is filling up the kitchen doorframe, locking three women in a small confined space with two furious brothers.

“It doesn’t count.” I hear Gage snarl.

I follow Tasha to the corner of the room, next to the fridge and we turn around. Being their sister, my guess is this isn’t the first time she’s encountered them fighting. Chelsea is butted along the counter I had just inhabited, not far from Gage. It’s like she’s trying to edge closer to him.

Bitch.

“Yes it does. She was just checking me out.” Max retorts.

I was, but not because I’m attracted to him that way. It’s hard not to notice a man dressed like that.

Gage’s expression switches from anger to murderous, in a nanosecond.

“You look ridiculous, Max, what do you think she’s going to do? Since when you do not wear a shirt?”

Max shrugs and frowns, “I decided not to today.”