Page 13 of Rolling with my Best Friend's Brothers

I’ve always wondered if her tough and wild persona stemmed from not having parents provide for her.

She was kind of a second little sister to us, which means that if there is any way for this to go more wrong, I can’t think of it. Except as soon as my brain pops that thought, I know exactly how it could go more wrong.

And I can’t believe that I hope it did. I blew my load on her belly. I know sperm can’t penetrate the skin, but hope shakes me to the core that my seed dripped down her tummy, through her curls, and swam inside of her.

But if it did… if I got her pregnant… I would be there for her. I would be her protector, her provider, her Daddy.

Fuck me and my insane thoughts!

I shove the rest of the Boston cream in my mouth, hoping to keep myself from saying any of that out loud.

Mammoth says, “What came over us?”

He must be regretting letting his mouth get out of control—twice—eating her pussy, and his name reveal. He’s been Mammoth my entire life. No one uses his real name, not even our parents.

But the trip down memory lane is disrupted by an uncomfortable combination of jealousy and satisfaction. Beatrix’s eyes hinted at total surrender when Mammoth put his mouth on her pussy.

That was the first time I’ve ever seen her let go. That’s where the jealousy comes from. My protective instincts are off the charts for her, but what if all of us feel the same way? What if all three of us want to take care of her? That’s the root of the satisfaction. We could be her family.

Gabriel’s answer to Mammoth’s question sends me into a tailspin and has me practically choking on a mouthful of donut. “It’s not the end of the world. People hook up all the time, and if you’ve paid any attention to our brothers in the MC, you know that three-on-one isn’t that crazy. Eggplant Canyon’s proof that multiple guys can fall in love with one—”

I choke on his use of the word love and the donut. I cough, sputter, gag, and run to the trash can, disrupting the moment. The L word. He said it, but I’d already felt it. My eyes are watering. I wash off in the sink, slurp a drink of water from the faucet, and use a dish towel to wipe my face.

The frustration etched on each of their expressions gives me strength. “So it’s not just me?”

“Not just you, ha!” Gabriel’s hint of affection is buried beneath a laugh. Or maybe I imagined the affection. Love is an overused term. Case in point… I love Boston cream donuts—when I’m not choking on them.

“We need to stop, now,” Mammoth says.

I meet his gaze and sense that he’s struggling.

Gabriel shakes his head. “The whole idea that a real man would always make sure his woman knows she’s first, that she knows her value, all of that shit… A real man wouldn’t fuck her and run.”

“We didn’t fuck her, did we?” Mammoth crosses his arms. “We just got her off and she fell asleep. We didn’t even ask her to return the favor.”

“You don’t intend to?” I’m curious how this will finish out if she wakes up before morning.

“No. I’m going outside right now, getting that tree out of the way, and making sure she can get home as fast as possible.”

“That’s gentlemanly,” Gabriel mocks, then turns to me and smirks. “I can’t get over you being a virgin.”

“Let it go.”

“Why’d you tell her no?” Gabriel asks.

I shrug. “That’s not how I imagined…” It’s useless. An explanation will only give him fuel.

“She’s willing. That’s all you need to imagine.”

“Is she, or did this whole thing blow up and we’re taking advantage of her?”

“It’s Beatrix. She’s not afraid to tell people off, especially us. We’re like brothers to her.” Gabriel glances at Mammoth, who simply nods.

“And you don’t see that as a problem?”

“I dare you to go for it.”

I step backward into the counter. “How old are we, ten? We’re going to dare each other?”

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