Page 9 of Rolling with my Best Friend's Brothers

Mammoth is not happy.

Seven

Mammoth

“Mind your own business,” Gabriel says.

“What the fuck were you thinking? She’s Avery’s friend.” It’s a monumental act of respect for me to keep my eyes diverted, but I do. I grab a sheet, extend it to Beatrix, and am relieved when it’s pulled from my hand.

Wyatt mumbles something from behind me, no doubt as surprised as I am.

The muffled swoosh of the fabric falling to the floor draws my attention downward. Beatrix raises her eyebrows at me.

Her perfect feminine body hasn’t separated from Gabriel’s. Guilt ravages me for the fleeting glance.

“I’m more than your little sister’s best friend. I’m an adult. I can make my choices, and Gabriel respects that.” She draws my attention and I focus hard on her face, on the determination in her eyes.

“Respects?” I choke out.

“Mind your own fucking business,” Gabriel reiterates slowly.

“Gabriel shouldn’t be taking advantage of you.”

Gabriel starts to object, but Beatrix speaks over him. “He didn’t take advantage of me. I’ve never been with a man and he wanted to show me what it was like.”

The entire room falls silent. Beatrix might as well have unleashed Medusa because everyone seems turned to stone, even Gabriel.

A moment passes before he puts his hands on Beatrix’s shoulders and pushes her away from his chest. He’s staring intently at her. “Never been with a man?”

She pauses, then sets her jaw. “Nope.”

Gabriel’s response is barely audible to us. “Be my little girl and let me take care of you.”

Her body shivers and her damn nipples tighten even harder.

Wyatt grabs the fallen sheet and offers it. “Please cover yourself so I can think.”

She narrows her gaze at him pausing her fingers an inch away from the sheet. “What if I don’t want you to think?”

His eyes very clear move down her body. His Adam’s apple bobs.

“I showed you mine, now be a gentleman and show me yours.” Beatrix’s voice is far too seductive.

“That’s not what a gentleman would do.” He tries to shove the fabric into her hand but she’s uncooperative.

Her mischievous smile makes it painfully clear to my cock that she’s enjoying challenging us. “If you don’t want to see me, you can leave.”

Wyatt regroups, taking the sheet in both hands, and reaches awkwardly between her and Gabriel as he tries to drape it around her shoulders. He’s practically sweating.

“So you don’t want to leave?” She gathers the ends of the sheet with one hand to keep it in place.

Looks like a small victory for Wyatt. He waves his hands and turns his head to the side even though she’s covered. “How the hell did this happen?”

With Beatrix, the virgin, basically naked on Avery’s futon, covered in baby oil, and from what we heard, Gabriel just gave her one hell of an orgasm…does it really matter how it happened?

The question is what to do next. The line has already been crossed.

Admittedly, he said he couldn’t think, and I’m not doing very well with processing the whole thing either. That moment Beatrix and Gabriel shared in the garage couldn’t have been enough for him to make a move on her.

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