Chapter 94

Wyatt

I spent the next several hours in the bliss of exploring Bri. Her mouth, breasts, her sex, any bit of skin. Memorized every mole and freckle. Testing and measuring her reactions to each uncharted inch of her body. Changing tactics if she tensed or froze. I didn't want to send her to that haunted place in her mind.

Beau came back, retiring to his room but I knew he would lay awake listening to all the sweet and naughty sounds she’d be making under my perusal. He’d also be listening to ensure I stayed within the parameters we had discussed.

Neither of us wanted to push Bri into more than she was ready for, especially given the possibility of discovering the things blocked from her memory. The girl she said had come, blocking her memories of events when they got bad, or her anxiety threatened her to black out. That left a lot of unknowns to be discovered. Would we trigger her to remember something? Something awful?.

So far she was pleasantly responsive, even a bit greedy for us. I