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Mammoth, because he’ll always be Mammoth to me, says, “I’ll take good care of you, Beatrix. I love you.”

“I think I love you too, Mason.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

It hits me that Mammoth has nicknames for everyone, but not her. “Why didn’t you give her a nickname?”

“Because she’s Beatrix, never Bea, never Trixie. She’s always been clear about what she wants.”

Cheri and her brothers exit the supply room looking as happy as I want to make Beatrix again.

Gabriel grabs Beatrix’s hand from Mammoth and drags her to the small room. We must look giddy with excitement as we disappear into the room. We can explain later.

Epilogue

Beatrix

Gabriel, Wyatt, and Mammoth have been working on the furniture they want to build from the fateful tree all day, but have cleaned up, and file into my room that they’ve respectfully allowed me to have as part of our agreement for me to move in.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I tie the bottom ends of my white shirt in a knot so my belly is exposed between the button-up top that’s not buttoned and my plaid schoolgirl skirt.

Since I had tight abs going into the pregnancy, at four months, I’m just now getting a small bump. I’m yet another casualty of the Nine Month Injury. I don’t know how the Hot Rollers will ever survive.

Wyatt grumbles, “Guess we’re going to find out.”

Gabriel has a different perspective. “No matter how worked up you make other guys, I know that you’re my little girl.”

“Yours?” I wink at him since he knows how I feel about the alpha-male bravado most of the time… which is totally separate from how I feel about it in the bedroom.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’d rather break your phone and lock you away in a castle. But I might never get over how fucking hot it was to hear you getting a guy all worked up. It’s a power trip.” He means it’s a trip for himself, but it is for me too.

“I know.”

“Damn, I love that you know what you want.” Gabriel kisses my forehead.

“As long as it’s us,” Mammoth says. He’s not as convinced that involving them in my camgirl sessions is a good idea. But it’s more fun to get off with my guys present than on my own with a stranger at the other end of the call. I just have to remember which name to say.

This is our first time to do one live, and the caller has requested all three men.

I came up with the idea a couple of months ago and it took some practice making sure it would work. We never show any of my guys’ faces, but I’m able to stroke an actual cock instead of dildos. My clients went for it, and they pay extra.

That reveal was on the heels of telling them that Avery is a foot-fetish camgirl, which also made the guys question how much they were able to accept us making our own choices.

For today’s caller, I’ve been a bad girl and failed my exam in class.

I situate my phone in the light ring, then sit at my desk and pretend to be studying. Gabriel loves role play and is taking the lead as the professor. All we have to do is follow the prompts of the caller who will be the voice of the professor.

We’ve tried it with them pretending to be a caller and narrating for the other two brothers. I think we’ve got it down.

As I start the camera, the caller immediately goes into role-play mode as Professor Smith. “There’s that naughty girl who failed the test. Too late to study now.”

I turn, exposing my unbuttoned shirt with my push-up bra, squeezing my cleavage as tight as possible, and say in an overly innocent voice, “I’m so sorry I failed the test. I’ll do anything to make it up. I have to pass this class. I promise I’ll do anything to make it up.”

“Anything?”

Gabriel improvs and runs his finger from my collarbone into my cleavage. The moans coming from the phone indicate Professor Smith approves, so I don’t answer right away. Gabriel slides his finger over the top of one of my breasts and pushes the fabric aside.

“Anything. I just want to show you that you’re a good professor, and it was my fault that I failed the test. I tried to study but I got distracted.” I bow my head as if embarrassed to reveal what distracted me. I’ve done a lot of calls with this guy and he loves this shit.

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