Page 11 of Rolling with my Best Friend's Brothers

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Beatrix

When Mammoth finishes blowing my mind by doing things with his mouth that I didn’t even know were possible, he crawls onto the futon next to me, pulling me into his chest. Gabriel had already settled on my other side, kissing me while his brother offered proof.

Wyatt remains in the doorway, looking concerned, last I noticed. At some level, I share his concern. We may have done something we’ll all regret, but a curiosity has been unleashed inside of me.

“Wow, Mammoth.”

“Call me Mason.”

Wyatt huffs. He’s probably as surprised as I am. Mason has always been Mammoth. Because I expressly had to avoid asking Avery anything about her heartthrob brothers, I’ve never known his real name.

I lift my head and look in Wyatt’s direction. He’s resting his head against his arm on the sill of the door. I try to lighten the mood, implying that we won’t talk about Mammoth’s real name. “We’ll never talk about this.”

He doesn’t take the bait. “We don’t talk about our girlfriends to Avery, so we’re sure as hell not going to tell her that we gang-banged her best friend.”

Why does it sound so hot when he puts it like that? Thinking of the three of them wanting me, that I can make these three mountain men happy, that I could ride on the back of any of their motorcycles and be their woman… No, my thoughts are running too wild.

I harness them back to the one thing I have the potential to accomplish: Wyatt. I slide off the futon, and my surprisingly shaky legs carry me to him. I fist the front of his t-shirt. “I’m curious how you treat a woman. And I promise I’ll pay everyone back.”

Wyatt won’t meet my gaze.

“If you’re not okay with this, please just keep the secret for the rest of us.” I kiss my fingertip and plant it on his lips. To my surprise, he grabs my wrist and holds my finger to his lips. Electricity zings through my entire body.

Would a little nudge help him commit? “Even if you said you didn’t participate, you watched. You didn’t stop us.”

His jaw flexes.

“Unless you’re going to tell her right away…” I reach around his waist and lower my hand, finding his phone in his back pocket. I pull it out and hold it up between us. “Forever hold your peace.”

“It’s not that. I’ll keep the secret.” He’s holding something back.

“Then what is it?” Gabriel asks. “Good little girls deserve orgasms, and you’re killing the mood.”

I don’t have to be standing as close as I am to see the corded muscles of Wyatt’s neck flex or his Adam’s apple bob as he tries to swallow whatever is nagging at him. When I meet his gaze, there’s a hint of embarrassment. I ask, “Would it be better if we were alone? You don’t want them to watch?”

Not everyone’s as comfortable being watched as I am. And since this can’t continue once the storm passes, this one-time shot is my chance to learn as much as possible about what men like. That’s the placeholder statement I’m using to keep from getting the feels for these guys.

I’ve read blogs and watched plenty of porn, learning what guys like, but in person, feeling their bodies react under my fingertips and seeing the looks in their eyes, I’m going to fake my online orgasms a whole new way.

Wyatt’s breaths deepen as he seems to be considering my proposition. If he’s not ready, I’ll reciprocate with Gabriel and Mammoth so I can learn even more. But I’m intrigued by Wyatt’s resistance. If I’m as good in real life as I am in front of the camera, surely, I can sway him.

“Tell me, Wyatt, what would it take to convince you?”

His lips part for a few breaths before he says, “You’ve never been with a man.”

“Except for today.”

“I’ve never been with a woman.”

Is he telling me he’s gay? Fine, I just didn’t know, and I don’t think his brothers did either. Avery never mentioned it.

But the floodgates have opened, and that’s not the problem. He continues to explain, “Being the youngest brother to those two, they hit puberty faster. The girls were in love with them. I would ask a girl out only to realize she had her eyes on one of them. It was frustrating. I pulled back. Going into the military didn’t help. Women wanted the uniform, not me. I retreated further until I got out and started the log furniture business and joined the local motorcycle club. And look where we live.” He motions around the room, but I know that he means that they live in the forest and can’t see any neighbors.

But that gives me an idea. I toss his phone onto the changing table and lower my fingers to the button on his pants. “Then let’s learn together. Gabriel got me off with his hand, Mammoth with his mouth.”

“I’m not having sex with you right now. It’s not that I don’t want to… it just doesn’t seem right, Bea.”

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