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Slater groaned and gripped her arse and moved her
closer to his hard body. “I like having you close. No need to thank me.” Slater
winked. “But if you want to show your appreciation I wouldn’t stop you.” He
ground his jean-covered crotch against her covered pussy.

Sammy chuckled.
“Oh really?”
She leaned forward and kissed Slater. Her tongue sought entry, and he met hers.
His fingers slid under her shirt and trailed up her back and around to cup and
massage her lace-covered breasts.

Slater lifted her shirt up over her head, and Sammy
fought the need to cover her belly. Neither Slater nor Brock had seen her
without her clothes on. Brock and Slater had both made it clear to Sammy they
liked her body and had no issue about her weight, but Greg’s comments were
forever stamped into her brain.

“Yum.
I
love a bit of breast.”

Sammy giggled, and her unease vanished at Slater’s
words. Slater yanked her pants and undies down, and she lifted her body helping
to accommodate him. His fingers slid along her nether lips and gently probed
her pussy.

Slater leaned back, and his gaze traveled up and
down her body. “Beautiful. You’re so perfect. You smell like heaven to me, and
I want to taste you.”

Closing her eyes Sammy moaned. Slater kissed and
sucked his way down her burning body. Sammy had never felt anything so good.
Slater, honey, and chocolate surrounded her, and she just wanted to hold him to
her forever.

Sammy let herself go, crying out as Slater’s warm
breath feathered over her pussy. Anticipation was making the fire burning in
her higher, and she panted as she looked down and watched Slater’s tongue snake
out and lap at her clit. “More. Slater, my body is on fire.”

Slater grinned up at her, and a wicked gleam came
into his eyes. “Oh Sammy, I’m going to make you combust.” His fingers dug into
her arse as he brought her back to his mouth. His tongue dug deep into her core,
and she gripped the sofa pillows as the tingling pressure built.

His finger moved around and entered her pussy. Just one
at first and it slowly set a steady pace, but then a second thick long finger
joined the first and Sammy knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

“Please. I need to come. I need to let go. Slater,
please.” Sammy begged Slater to let her come. And he growled against her clit
and nipped it as his fingers pumped faster in and out of her core. His growl
and the pressure of the nip sent her over the edge into oblivion.

“
Slaattter
.”
She
fell back on the sofa and enjoyed her bliss.

Slater moved up her body and sighed. “You don’t know
how bad I want you right now Sammy, but I can’t. If I take you I know I’ll mate
you.” He kissed her lips and picked her up and walked down her hall to her
room. “Come on. You shower while I calm myself down and get the movie ready.”

“
Mmmm
aha.
Sounds good.”

Slater chuckled and put the lid of the toilet seat
down and set her on it while he ran her shower and walked out. She watched him as
she came down from her high. Sammy was so close to giving in to Slater and
Brock. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer before she let them claim her.
Sammy just wanted to be one hundred percent sure this time before she took any
huge jumps in a relationship, like making love, becoming a mate, or moving in.
She’d learnt her lesson.

****

It took Slater a while to calm his raging bear, who
yelled at him to go mate their woman, but Slater knew that would be a bad idea.
He wanted Sammy’s trust and wanted her to be ready and sure of herself when she
let him and Brock claim her.

Adjusting his pants Slater wished Brock was here to
help him calm his bear and assure him he was doing the right thing.
 
He didn’t think the next time he was alone
with Sammy he would be able to stop and not mate her. So tonight he needed to
find things she liked to do that wouldn’t have them alone.

Opening the bag he brought he placed the M&M’s
and popcorn, snack block, and chocolate milks on the table. He chose one of the
action films, staying away from anything that could make the situation he was
in worse.

Just as the first action movie was finishing Brock
arrived, and Slater felt relieved that he would have help to resist Sammy.
Brock sat himself next to Sammy on the sofa, and she leaned over and hugged and
kissed him.

“How was work?”

Slater studied Brock and could see dark circles
under his eyes, and his usual five o’clock shadow was more like a beard. Slater
felt bad he hadn’t noticed the condition of Brock, but he’d had his own
troubles and was trying hard not to let his bear take over.

Brock shrugged.
“Same old.
Nothing important.”

Slater’s whole body froze at the lie in Brock’s
voice. Something was going on, and it was contributing to Brock’s stressed
look. Brock shot him a glare, and Slater knew in that instant that whatever was
going on wasn’t something Slater wanted to know.

Taking the focus off Brock, Slater wrapped his arms
around Sammy and moved her so she lay across him. “So, I was thinking we should
go to the theater or aquarium, maybe even the zoo?”

Sammy’s smile was bright and eager. “I’d love to go
to a big theater production. My mother always wanted to take me to go see
My Fair Lady
or
The Phantom of the Opera
, but we never had the money.” Sammy
snuggled between him and Brock. “
The
Phantom of the Opera
is playing in Sydney, but it’s sold out.
Maybe next time.”

Slater grinned and glanced over at Brock, who had a
satisfied look on his face. He nodded, and Slater was happy for once the Bears’
name would help get them what they wanted. He would get Sammy
The
Phantom of the Opera
tickets, even if
he had to talk to Brock’s mother, Adele, and ask to use their box seats.
  

****

Slater and Brock had told her to get dressed tonight
into something fancy. They were taking her somewhere special. Sammy didn’t have
anything fancy. The closest thing she had was Sandy’s bridesmaid dress, so she
got into that and did her hair in a neat braid.

Her doorbell rang, and she walked to the door and
opened it letting out a gasp at the two men standing in suits before her.
Slater’s dirty blond hair was slicked back with gel. His face was clean shaven,
and his suit fit him like a glove.
Oh my,
Sammy thought.
 

Brock wore all black as always, but his
suit made him look
bigger, if possible, and more dangerous
with his five o’clock shadow.
Wow.
Sammy clamped her thighs together as the sight of her two men brought her body
to life instantly.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath in and
regretted it as their honey and chocolate scent surrounded her. Snapping her
eyes open she looked anywhere but at them.
 
Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open as at the end of her driveway
a limo sat waiting.

Slater leaned forward with a gleam in his eyes and
closed her gaping mouth. “Come on, beautiful. We don’t want to be late.” He
brushed his lips over hers, and Brock grabbed her hand and guided her to the
waiting limo.

Sammy got in the limo in a daze. Slater sat on one
side and Brock on the other. “Where are we going?” She was dying to know where
they were going. All they had told her was it was a surprise and she had to
dress fancy.

Brock held her hand. “It’s a surprise. Be patient.”

Sammy shook her head and leaned back into the
leather seat, excited to see what they’d done for her. They sat quiet for a
while as Sammy took in her surroundings.

“So do you have anything planned this weekend? I
have three wedding receptions, and some of my waitresses have come down with
the flu.” Slater broke the silence.

“I would help, but I’m going to Sydney this weekend
for my first girls’ night out since the shifter killer mess.” She bounced in
her seat and turned to Brock. “Your sister is coming. I’m looking forward to
it.”

Brock smiled at her and reached up tucking behind
her ear a curl that had fallen out of her braid.
 
“That’s good. It’s good that you’re ready to
start living your life again.”

Sammy nodded.
“Yeah, no more
hiding.
I don’t ever want to be the victim again.”

Brock brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it.
“You never will be if I have anything to do about it.” Brock looked deadly
serious, and Sammy got the strange feeling that Brock was doing something to
make sure it didn’t happen not only to her but to other women.

Slater cleared his throat, and she tore her gaze
from Brock’s fierce one, telling herself she was reading too much into what he
said.

“Will you back for Sunday dinner with my family?”

Sammy turned to Slater and grinned.
“Of course.
There is no way I’m ever missing one of those.
Your mother is hilarious. And your brothers are growing on me.”

“Kayon is more like a weed you can’t seem to get rid
of,” Slater muttered.

“I think all lawyers are like your brother. At least
your brother can be pruned,” Brock added, and Sammy giggled.

“He’s not that bad. He just takes time to trust.”

“And many other things,” Slater said.

“You know he
kinda
reminds
me of what my mother would think would be a perfect child.”

“You’re right, Brock. I always thought he was switched
at birth with Zack.”

Sammy laughed hard at the image that came before
her.
“Oh my God.
I think you might be right.”

They
joked
the whole ride
to her surprise destination. When the car stopped Slater got out first offering
her his hand. She took it and eased out making sure her dress didn’t hike up
too much. Straightening she looked around at the casino and frowned. Sammy
wasn’t one for gambling. Brock got out, and both he and Slater offered their
arms. Not wanting to spoil the night by telling them she didn’t gamble Sammy
hooked her arm through theirs and let them both guide her into the casino.

When they walked by the gambling tables and slot machines
Sammy’s curiosity was piqued. A squeal of joy left her, and she didn’t care who
looked at her when they walked to the theater where on a big sign it read “The
Phantom of the Opera”.

“You two didn’t.” She jumped up and down, so excited
that her two men had done something so special for her.

“You said you wanted to go and wished you’d gotten
to go with your mother, but we hope going with us will be a good consolation
prize as she can’t be with you.” Before Slater had even finished Sammy was
hugging him, and she reached up pulling him down so she could kiss him.

 
“Thank you.
Thank you.”

“What about my thank you? I had to go talk to my
mother as Slater chickened out.” Sammy left Slater and threw herself at Brock. She
wrapped her arms around his neck, and his hands cupped her arse helping to hold
her up to him.

“I can’t thank you enough.” She brushed her lips
over his. “This means so much to me. I really appreciate you enduring your
mother for me.” Sammy kissed his cheeks and his lips, lingering there letting
her tongue out to trace his before she sought entry and showed him how much
this really meant to her.

A bell rang around them, breaking Sammy from Brock’s
mouth. She looked over at Slater to see a huge grin on his face.

“Come on, let’s go in. It’s starting.” Slater
winked. “Next time I’ll pluck up my courage and go face Adele.”

Sammy eased down Brock’s body and didn’t miss the
hard rod that pulsed in his pants as she slid down. Brock walked behind her as
they walked into the theater and to front row seats.

Sammy sat and got comfortable with her two men on
either side of her. She squeezed both their hands and glued her gaze to the
stage.
 

Over two hours and one intermission later, Sammy’s
face was sore from smiling. Her phone had vibrated a couple of times, in the
car and the theater, but she’d ignored it, too enrapt in the scenes before her.
Pulling it out of her bra she saw Sandy had called a couple of times. Worried
something had happened to her and the babies she pulled Slater and Brock, who
were also looking at their phones, over to somewhere quieter.

Putting her phone to her ear Sammy listened to her
messages. “I’m in labor. Yeah, I know early. Meet me at the hospital.” Message
one. Message two. “Where are you, Sammy?” Message three. “Sammy, answer your
fucking phone. If you make me have these babies and Adele is my only other
support I will kill you.” Message four. “Jane sucks. She’s such a
wuss
. They won’t give me any more drugs, and she can’t
handle me yelling. Get your arse here now.” Message five. “Hi, Sammy, it’s
Zack. I’ve tried my cousin and brother, and no one is answering. Please save
us. Sandy is threatening to cut things off, and I don’t mean the relationship.”
Sammy laughed at Zack’s message. She couldn’t help it because she knew what
Sandy was like. Message six. “Hello, Sammy. It’s Jake. Sandy just gave birth to
two perfect little girls. One is mine and I called her Emily, and Zack called
his Abby. Please call us. We’re worried about you, and Sandy would love to see
you.”