CHARLIE
I spun Grace about and kissed her. My hands roved over her, breasts and waist, ass and hips, finally settling over her p***y.
Drenched, just as I suspected. She might hide herself away, hide more than her emotions, but her body never lied. She wanted us. Needed us. And we’d give her everything her heart desired.
It would take a lifetime of effort trying to compete with what Grace had done for us. She’d expected to die to protect us. She’d gone off with the man who’d planned to rape her so we’d stay safe.
Yes, it was absolutely insane. We were men. Big men. f**k, I’d been in the British military. I could protect Grace from that fucker. But she’d cared too much to see us hurt.
And so I would spend the rest of my life showing her how much we cared about her.
Starting right now.
