I groan, adjusting my dick, and she stares at it. “Sorry, princess. Just… fuck, you’re so hot.”
She giggles and shakes her head before swallowing hard. “I can’t… I love you guys and I trust you, but I can’t do that until I know they’ll never hurt me again,” she says, and Dylan and I both nod our heads in understanding.
“We’re yours, Brie. Neither of us has ever kissed or been with another girl because you’re all we’ve ever seen. We’ll wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable and safe.”
Well, shit. My brother definitely knocked it out of the park with that truth. Briar instantly relaxes when she notices how much we fucking mean exactly that.
“I’m starving,” she chirps, changing the subject, making us laugh.
“Yeah, I’ve heard beating the shit out of people will do that to a person. Pizza?” I ask, and she nods, taking hold of the hands we both hold out for her.
“Pizza.”