Page 10 of Rolling with my Best Friend's Brothers

Gabriel says, “I overheard her talking to her boy—a guy… intimately. I shouldn’t have listened, but I did, and then…”

I jump in when he pauses. “What exactly did you do? Wait, don’t answer that. You were on the phone naked with a guy who’s not your boyfriend and it led to this.” I shake my head as I struggle to process. “We did things differently in our day.”

Well fuck, that just highlights our age difference. The storm raging inside of me drowns out the ark-worthy event happening outside. Gabriel’s only two years younger than me.

Beatrix’s words, her demeanor, and the fact that she’s stark-ass naked under the sheet reveal just how comfortable she is with herself and what she’s done. Gabriel didn’t force her into anything. She wanted this. And she dropped the damn sheet when I handed it to her. Is that equivalent to an invitation?

My thoughts are moving so quickly, no one has said anything. Even I have my limits of restraint. “Gabriel interrupted your date, and… got you off?”

A hint of desperation crosses Beatrix’s face. “You can’t tell Avery.”

We all scramble to speak over each other, agreeing that Avery can never find out about this.

“What he heard on the phone wasn’t all bad. I like being the center of attention and having the power to make people happy.”

Gabriel says tenderly, “Watching you come makes me happy.”

She smiles at him then says, “It was so much better with a guy than with myself.” Her openness is staggering, and a hard-core tease, but Gabriel’s pants are still pulled up. With their positioning, he must have got her off with his hand, which means she’s still a virgin.

This should not be my business, but my mouth disagrees. “So, you got what you wanted?”

“I got more than I wanted.”

There’s my out. “Then we should leave you alone.” I’m forcing myself to do the right thing, taking a step backward even though I haven’t convinced my body to turn toward the door.

Gabriel must sense my judgment. He’s commanding but defensive. “The guy she was on the call with wasn’t putting her first, didn’t care if she was satisfied. She needed to know real men won’t treat her that way.”

There’s merit to his words, but it’s still fucked up. He’s pushing my buttons. The piss-head that fucked our little sister and ran probably doesn’t even know she’s pregnant. We’re all glad he’s out of her life—sure as hell didn’t treat her right. We could show Beatrix how precious she is. While my logic is just as bullshit as my brother’s, it’s enough.

“Do you need more proof?” I can’t believe the words tumble from my lips. I’ve longed to be with her, but never allowed myself to believe I could. But with our agreement on secrecy, I want a taste of heaven.

“Are you offering?” Beatrix releases the sheet with one hand and it catches on the top of her breast as she toys with her braid. “Or do you think Gabriel should give me another orgasm?”

“No.” The word booms from my mouth as I take a step closer. She asked too many questions to know which one I’m objecting to.

“Oops,” she says as the sheet float downward, unveiling her body like a beautiful piece of art.

I have to force my eyes up to hers. “A man should always put you first. The vulnerability of opening yourself up to him, literally and figuratively, the risks you take… you should never let a man take you for granted, even online. You are the most precious thing that has ever existed.”

Why is my hand touching her face? Why am I caressing her cheek and dragging my fingers down her braid until our hands are touching and my fingers wrap around hers? And now I’m bringing her hand to my lips and planting a kiss on her knuckles. “I’ll prove it to you. Not just with orgasms, but in every way.”

She kisses our joined hands. “We have until the storm clears.”

“Are you sure?” I’ve never been so conflicted about anything in my life but her consent will give me total clarity, at least for the night.

“Are you bluffing?”

Am I? Maybe? Is she? Fuck!

No, I shouldn’t fuck her. That would be wrong on so many levels. But Gabriel already crossed the line. Hell, Wyatt and I have crossed the line by not walking out when we saw she was naked.

I’m going to cross a lot more lines when I jerk off to memory of her naked body. Every curve of her body, the rise and fall of her cries as she climaxed, and the scent of her sex have already etched themselves into my brain.

She even pointed out that we could walk away. Glancing over my shoulder, I confirm that Wyatt is still there. I want to do the right thing.

But there are a lot of other things I want to do a lot more. I drop to my knees beside the futon, guide her onto her back, and pull her ass to the very edge. Her knees part readily, and I dive in until she is crying my name, coming on my face. My only regret is that I want to hear my real name on her lips, not the nickname everyone uses.

She’s even more intoxicating than I thought possible. I hope the storm never ends.

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