Page 1 of Rolling with my Best Friend's Brothers

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Mammoth

With the baby monitor in hand, I head from the nursery to the living room. Avery, our little sister, thinks we’re going to be too overprotective, but she and her baby that’s due soon are the only family we have.

Gabriel, Wyatt, and I already live together so it was a no-brainer for her to move in with us since she needs help, and the scumbag baby daddy is long gone.

The bar that divides the living room from the kitchen offers a central location for the receiver. I roll my thumb over the toggle to turn it on and the bright-green lights on the front of the plastic contraption light up.

Rustling sounds come through the monitor as I set it on the counter, followed by Wyatt’s voice, which sounds like he’s standing next to me. “Testing. Testing.”

“Gotcha, loud and clear.”

“You got that thing set up yet, Mammoth?” Wyatt asks, apparently not hearing me as clearly as I heard him.

Studying the monitor, I remember that I have to push the button on my end if I want to be heard. “All set up. You’re loud and clear. Shouldn’t have any trouble hearing a crying baby.”

“Another month and we’ll have a fucking baby in the house. That’s gonna change shit,” Gabriel says through the monitor.

“Like our language.”

We all laugh, and I add, remembering to press the button this time, “Avery needs us after that crazy fucker of an ex-boyfriend. Our cabin’s the perfect place to keep him at bay. He can’t just wander past.”

My phone buzzes at the same moment I hear Gabriel’s and Wyatt’s phones alert through the baby monitor. My heart skips a beat when I read the message.

Avery: Beatrix is on her way with the last load

Beatrix, my little sister’s sassy best friend and roller derby teammate. Beatrix, who I’ve watched grow up. Beatrix, the wild, yet reliable young woman my sister would be disgusted to know I was even thinking about in a sexual sense.

My dick gets hard in the time it takes Gabriel and Wyatt to type a reply.

Gabriel: we were going to pick it up

Wyatt: you’re coming too?

Yeah, that’s what I should have been thinking. We’re supposed to pick up the last load then Avery will be officially moved out of her apartment. Why is Beatrix bringing a load and Avery not coming with her?

I’ve tried to prepare myself for Beatrix coming over once Avery lives here. The girls will probably stay in the addition we built for Avery and the baby, but the chances I’m going to run into her and have to suppress my thoughts are far greater.

“Mammoth, did you get that message?” the baby monitor asks me in Wyatt’s voice.

I push the button to speak and try to play it cool since they can’t see that I’m breaking into a cold sweat. “I did.”

“You remember her? Always Beatrix. Never Bea. Never Trixie,” Wyatt says, as if it’s possible to forget her.

Raking a hand through my hair, I take a deep breath. My mouth is open to speak, but Gabriel pipes in.

“We all fucking remember her from that graduation pool party. She could have been auditioning for a porn flick in that tiny blue bikini.”

“Guys, she’s Avery’s best friend. She’s way too young for us.” The statement is as much for me as for my brothers. She must be nineteen now. I’m thirty-one, Gabriel’s twenty-nine, and Wyatt’s twenty-five. We’re all too fucking old to have these dirty thoughts. It doesn’t stop me.

“Yeah, haven’t seen her since that graduation party. Suppose she’s just as wild as ever?” Gabriel sounds hopeful.

Pushing the button every time I need to speak seems silly, but I rub a hand over my thickened cock, begging it to let go of the idea of sinking inside of Beatrix. Gabriel making comments is a far cry from me being ready to unload in my pants. I’m grateful we’re not in the same room. This can’t happen when she shows up.

Wyatt says, “Get yourself in check, Gabriel. Avery’s moving in so we can help her, not so we can freak out her best friend.”

I breathe a sigh of relief that Wyatt has some common sense. Gabriel’s an opportunist, he doesn’t let much bother him.

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