Page 35 of Infinity Chronicles 2
“A pillow perm, you know, get you all hot and sweaty so your hair goes all crazy and wild. A pillowperm.” I groan rolling my eyes. Hejustlaughs while towing me to the door.
Ares glances up from the laptop on his knees, his eyes taking in my hand tucked into Ollie’s, and the boyish grin on his face. Without a word he focuses back on his computer.
Dante isn’t anywhere in sight.Milo is facing a large mirror near the main door, wiggling a maroon tie around his neck.His white button-down shirt is tucked into a very fitted black pair of pants. I gape a little at his bubble butt. Half the time he’s in gym shorts or loose sweats, and they don’t do his backsidea bit ofjustice, because holy hell he’s got an ass.
Ollie’s finger wipes at the corner of my mouth, alerting methatI’vebeen caught staring. I make a face and push his hand away, wiping under my lip just in case. Milo turns and he has a scowl on his face. He looks so handsome; his hairis styled away from his face, showing off his killer jaw and his navy eyes. Either ignoring or unaware of my gawking, he shoves his thumb into the waistband of his pants while bending his knees. “I can barely fucking breathe.” He yanks his dress shirt out of his pants. As soon as it’s all the way out, he undoes the buttons and loosens the tie at his neck, keeping it tied while slipping it over his head. The shirt and tie get tossed to the back of the couch, leaving him in the sinful pants and a skintight white undershirt.Milo’s arms are corded with thick ropy muscles and veins. His wide shoulders bunch up as he pulls off his last shirt. My eyes travel down his chest to a thin line of hair just below his belly button.His stomach is ripped, his abs standing out, and I finally get the term six pack.
As my gaze continues down, I see a definite bulge in the front of his pants they’re that tight. I look away then, feeling like I’ve violated him somehow. “Please tell me someone hasslacks I can wear,” Milo’s voice is gruff. Ares sets his laptop on the coffee table and stands as he notices Milo’s state of undress. “Iwore these fucking things three weeks ago.” Milo makes the statement into an accusation. His eyes shoot to Ollie like he thinks this is part of some prank.
Ollie lifts his hands, one still joined with mine, in surrender. “I didn’t take your pants.” He doesn’t hide the laughter in his voice. Milo’s eyes narrow.
“You can try mine, but they’ll probably be too big,” Ares offers, already pulling open his belt. My mouth goes dry, they’re going to strip standing right here.
“Anything is better than these nut huggers,” Milo mumbles acerbically. He’s not wearing a belt, so he sucks in his rock hard stomach, going almost to his tiptoes to unbutton his pants. His face is red by the time he lets out a huge breath of relief when he opens them.
My fingers cover my lips but a giggle escapes. Milo tries pushing his pants down his hips, but they get stuck at his thighs. The open fly showcasing his privates indecently. I release Ollie’s hand and cover my eyes as I spin around so I’ll stop ogling him. And hopefully he won’t notice my shoulders shaking, because I can’t stop the laughter from bubbling up. I hear a loud, long ripping sound seconds later, coming full circle I look back at Milo holding his black pants high in the air with a satisfied sneer on his lips. He tore them off.
“Dude, you’vebeen working out.” Ollie grins.
That comment has Milo’s lips thinning. He drops the pants on the floor, straightening to his full height. I let my eyes travel from his black socks and up. My eyes get stuck on his thighs—how could I have not known what Milo was hiding under all those baggy clothes? I’ve been staring so long I missed Ares taking his pants off. He leans over, kinda tossing Milo his pants. My eyes are volleying back and forth between the two of them now. Ares’s shirt is just a little shorter than his boxers. He’s not as cut as Milo, but everything is thicker, no less powerful. I don’t even know where to look.
Milo steps into Ares’s pants, and he has to stick his leg straight out so his foot comes out of the bottom. When he places his foot back on the ground the fabric pools over his foot a bit. Widening his legs so the pants won’t fall, he tucks his undershirt over his boxers. “Thanks man,” Milo mutters shaking out his shirt and sliding his arms in the sleeves. Ares crosses his arms over his chest,completelyfine standing there in his shirt and underwear.
“Shit, fuck.” Milo pinches the side of the waist after tucking in his shirt and buttoning the pants to hold them up. They aren’tclown big, but they’re definitely oversized. “Can I get your belt?” His eyes are wide, his movements rushed.
Ares hands him his belt without a word. Milo slides it on, cinching it at his waist to hold the pants in place. His arms drop to the side and he shakes his head. “This shit blows.”
I walk over to him, feeling more confident nowthathe’s dressed. Placing my hand on his forearm I look up at him. “You look reallybeautif…handsome,” I correct at the last second. Milo’s eyes soften as his shoulder sag.
“Thank you.”His voice is pitched low and his cheeks are a little pink. Did I embarrass him? “You coming?” Milo asks Ollie over my head.
“Yep, ready when you are.”
I step back as Milo makes his way over to the sofa to put his shoes on. When he rises, he shakes out his leg, letting the pants fall. The shoes keep them from hitting the floor and he sighs. “Thanks again, Coach would have chewed me out if I had to wear jeans.” Ares nods before sitting back down on the couch. I hadn’t realized he wouldn’t have anything to put on.
Ollie walks over and gives me a gentle peck on my lips before meeting Milo at the door. He’s distracted, not even looking back in my direction. “Bye.” I wave. “Have fun, and congratulations,” I call quickly as Milo opens the door.
I get a short, “Thanks,” as he exits.
Chapter 13
“Where’s Dante?”
Ares lifts his head from his computer. “Not sure. He said he was going for a walk.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal. My thoughts immediately go to the girls on the third floor, but I shake the idea away, he wouldn’t do that. I hope.
“I thought you weren’t working today?” I take a seat on the couch with him, but not too close.
“I’m not.”
“You’ve been on the computer every spare second since this morning, if you’re not working what are you doing?” I lean over peeking at the screen.
Ares raises a single brow. “Feeling neglected?”
I roll my eyes, if he’s asked me that a few days ago I might have gotten self-conscious, but I hear the teasing tone in his voice. Ares pushes his laptop back on the table and relaxes into the corner of the sofa his arm going over the back. I take in his bare thighs. “Did you want me to go grab your bag from the truck?” We all packed a change of clothes, it hadn’tbeen decided when we left if we were staying overnight or not.
“Oneof the guys will later. What did you and Oliver talk about?” The quick topic change jars me. I raise my fingers up to my lips wondering if he knowsthe conversation ended in kisses. When I don’t offeran immediate answer, he prompts, “He seemed pretty upset when he went in there.”
“How much do we tell each other?” Ares tilts his head to the side at my question. “I mean iseverythingopen between all of us?”
