Page 16 of Rolling with my Best Friend's Brothers

A door slams. The phone rings again.

Another wave of orgasm obliterates my senses.

“Such a beautiful little girl. And so good at taking cock.” Gabriel’s fingers drag through my hair.

I love that they’re both touching me. I fall limp against Wyatt and try to erect the protective walls around my heart now that our act is complete.

I’m too weak.

Eleven

Gabriel

Mammoth stormed into the garage, leaving Wyatt’s phone ringing on the counter. I let it go to voicemail since I wasn’t about to miss Beatrix’s orgasm.

Her body shaking with her release under my fingers while Wyatt’s cock was inside of her was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

The phone rings again. I pull myself away to see what Avery wants. I also need to check on Mammoth. He’s normally too even-keeled to be this upset.

Bringing the phone to my ear, I step into the garage in case the two former virgins make noise. I barely get a hello out of my mouth when Avery says, “I’m in labor. Mila’s taking me to the hospital. I’m assuming you’re still stuck at the house, but I wanted you to know everything’s under control.”

“You’re in labor?” I stop in my tracks. I haven’t closed the door that leads to the garage so Wyatt and Beatrix hear. Mammoth stops rummaging on the tool bench and panic crosses his face.

“People say a storm can trigger labor.” Avery sounds calmer than I would expect.

“But you’re two weeks early.”

“The doctor said to be ready any time now. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Avery’s in labor?” Beatrix calls out as she rushes to a window to survey the storm.

Mammoth hits the button to open the garage door. “Time to quit fucking around and take care of our sister.” He grabs our biggest chainsaw and heads outside.

Wyatt excuses himself to get dressed.

Beatrix rushes to the garage. “Are you going to clear the road?”

“Somebody has to do it. And you can ride with us to the hospital.”

“I should drive my own car,” Beatrix says.

“Your car’s not going to make it.” Mammoth tempers his irritation.

“But I should go home after this.”

“We’ll bring you back here and you can drive when the road is drier.”

“I think we need to use this as our wake-up call and keep our distance.”

“Right now, we’re all going to the same place. We all need to act like adults.” Mammoth’s tone bristles again.

Twelve

Beatrix

By the time I get cleaned up and dressed, the guys have cut one end of the tree off and used a tractor to move it off the road. They’re drenched from working in the rain even though it’s lighter than before.

Was the tree ever really an issue? If not, did Gabriel want me trapped at their house?

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