Hers (4 page)

“How’d you know this was mine?” Slater asked as he
paused by the passenger door.

“I just knew. Brock is also the brooding one, so I
thought black is his type of color.”

Slater laughed and opened the front passenger door
and helped her up.
Crap
. The car was
big. He couldn’t teach her in this. She would feel like she was driving a
truck.

“Did you mean it?” She grabbed Slater and yanked him
back around to face her before he went to go to his side.

“Did I mean what?” Slater raised his eyebrow as she
wiggled back on the seat.

“Will you teach me to drive?”

“Sure. I said I would. Just tell me what time suits
you.”

Wow
. He
meant it. “Will you teach me in this car?”

“If you want.
It’s
probably the safest car to teach you in. My other cars are sports cars.”

“I don’t know if I could drive this. I’d feel like I
was driving a truck.”

Slater leaned down and brushed his lips against
hers. “Whatever you want to learn in I’ll teach you.” Slater kissed her, and
she let her satisfaction at his answer show. She held him to her and devoured
him. Her arousal intensified, and she breathed in and tasted his chocolate and
honey smell.

Slater groaned and pulled away. “You’re killing me,
beautiful.”
 
Slater stroked her cheek
before he walked around to his side of the car.

“I can teach you as well.
 
Plus you can then say you were police
trained.”

Sammy grinned at Brock as he moved into the spot
Slater just vacated.
“Really.
I could, could I?”

Brock leaned down and tucked a strand of hair behind
her ear. “Between Slater and me you’ll be the best driver out there.”

Her heartbeat picked up. Warmth settled over her,
and she felt great. She laughed and pulled Brock closer to her. “You two have
just gone up in my eyes. I’m not working at the moment. So any time will be
perfect.” She pulled Brock’s lips to hers and showed her appreciation.

So far so good.
Not
at all like Greg.
  

****

Brock couldn’t believe he was enjoying himself. He
hated shopping with a passion, but with Sammy it was different. She didn’t take
twenty minutes to decide if she liked a shirt or half an hour trying on
clothes. She didn’t complain that they didn’t have something in her size or she
thought she looked too big, or one of her assets was too small for the clothes
to look right. Sammy laughed and smiled and didn’t go into every single shop.
She knew what she wanted and what she liked.

Brock stood with Slater by the changing room doors
talking about teaching Sammy to drive. He had a new Commodore that would be
perfect for her to learn in. It wasn’t like his big SUV or his and Slater’s
sports cars. Also while they’d waited at the last shop he’d called his
insurance company and put Sammy on his car
insurance,
and they’d advised him that the cheapest car in his collection for her to drive
was his Commodore. So he and Slater had decided that would be her car.

“If Sammy is okay I’ll give her
her
first driving lesson tomorrow. I have to put in overtime, and it would be good
if my bear and I got our fix of her…” Brock trailed off as he saw Sammy.
 

Sammy came out of the changing rooms in a little
black dress that hugged every one of her generous curves. Brock nearly came in
his pants as Sammy smiled at them and turned. “Can one of you do the last of
the zipper up at the back?” She gathered her thick brown hair and moved it to
the side.

Brock glared at Slater as he stepped to Sammy and
took his time doing the back of her dress up. Brock wanted his hands lingering
on Sammy’s neck. He wanted to be closer to her, breathing in her fresh peaches
and honey scent, skimming his fingers over her smooth skin.

Brock watched as Sammy closed her eyes, took a deep
breath, opened her eyes and stepped forward out of Slater’s reach. She then
waved the sales assistant over.

“Do you have any black strappy shoes in a size
eight?”

The saleswoman smiled at Sammy. “Yes. I know just
the shoes that would look great with this dress.”

The woman zipped off and came back with two shoe
boxes giving them to Sammy. Sammy put them on a chair beside her and opened
one. Brock watched in agony as Sammy bent over and took her shoes off and
replaced them with black strappy heels.
 
With her arse in the air he could see the red lacy j-string hidden
between her two round globes. Images of him rubbing his cock between those two
arse checks, or holding them together as he slid his dick in and out of her had
him groaning and adjusting himself.
 

Fuck
this
.
Brock didn’t care where they were. He forgot to take it slow and stalked
towards her. When Sammy stood up in the high shoes, they emphasized her shapely
legs, and he growled pulling her to him and devouring her.

As she gasped his tongue found hers, and he sucked
on it, enjoying her peaches and honey taste. His bear clawed at him to claim
her, to taste more of her. To show Sammy that they were
hers,
and they wanted her more than they’d ever wanted anything in their life.

“You’ll get us kicked out for indecent exposure if
you keep up.” Slater’s voice sounded rough, and Brock reluctantly pulled away
from a dazed Sammy, who looked so hot with her brown eyes ablaze with need.
Brock was ready to carry her out and speed home or to a quiet area and claim
what he wanted.

Adjusting his pants Brock cleared his throat and
mumbled, “I’ll buy all this for you.”

“Um, I … ah … I can buy this. I know it’s a winner
at least.” Sammy beamed up at him, and he knew he was a goner. His heart beat
faster, and he told himself he would do anything to see that look on her face
again.

Holy
shit
.
What
the fuck was going on with him? Sammy was turning him into a pussy, and if he
wasn’t careful he would end up like his father, cousin, and brothers.

Brock turned to see Slater’s fist clenched at his
side as he moaned.
 
“Oh beautiful, it’s
more than a winner.”

Crap!
He
wanted a mate, but he didn’t want to be led around by his cock for the rest of
his life. He was a cop.
A detective.
They called him
Gurkha
because he took no prisoners. Everyone was scared of
him. Most women only dated him to be with the dark, dangerous man. He knew Sammy
would prefer if he wasn’t any of those things. Shit, could he be a true mate to
Sammy? He raked frustrated fingers through his hair and knew he needed to get
away and think.

“I need to go to work. I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll
do lunch again, and after I can take you for your first driving lesson if you’d
like.”

Sandy smiled. “That sounds great. Are you sure
you’re okay to teach me?”

He nodded.
“Yeah.
I’ll
bring the car Slater and I decided will be best for you to learn in tomorrow.”

Brock practically ran out of the store. He would pop
by the gym and see his brothers. He needed to talk to them and remind himself
why he wanted a mate, and that his brothers were happy. He’d never been worried
before that a woman was changing him, but this woman was important. He called
his partner and told him to meet him at his brothers’ gym.

His brother Blake was at their gym teaching boxing.
Brock watched as Blake showed no mercy to guy he was training. Blake showed the
guy a better way to move and gave his student a good workout. When the guy was
dripping with sweat Blake came over to him.

“What’s up? Why are you here at this time? Is
something wrong? Do you need a place to hide from Mum? Or are you here to hide
from your mate?
Because you have a scared look on your face.
What did she do?
 
Cry all over you? Make
you watch a film that didn’t have people shooting at each other?”

“Well mating hasn’t changed you. You’re still a
dickhead.”

 
Brock dodged
Blake’s fist. “Fuck you, bro.”
 

“No thanks. I don’t do incest. Fate has already
fucked enough with us Bear men by mating two bears to one woman and a human at
that.” Brock knew he sounded harsh, but he was still pissed he had to share
Sammy.

“You sound like Mum. And you’re only looking at the
bad things. Think of it the way I do. Brian and I work together to protect
Susie and be with her and love her. We share any problem any of us have, and
there is always someone to listen.” Blake sighed and wiped his face with a
towel. “Be grateful, trust me. I love Susie, but the twins are due any day, and
I should be off work but I’m scared to go home. I think Susie looks gorgeous
plump with my child, but she cries at the drop of a hat, and she won’t stop
going on about how fat she thinks she is. No matter what I say I never say it
right. I have been thanking God that I have Brian as I only have to put up with
half the whining, the cleaning, crying, and half the work. I will say again,
trust me when I say that if you ever knock Sammy up you will feel the same as
me and be grateful for Slater.”

Brock stared at his brother for a moment to see if
he was joking, but he was deadly serious. Brock studied Blake to see the tired
strained look on Blake’s face. Wow, his brother looked like shit. Brock laughed.
He couldn’t help it. Blake, who’d used to be the biggest ladies’ man, was worn
out by a woman, scared to go home in case he said the wrong thing.

This time Brock didn’t dodge in time the fist to the
face and gut. “I’m so glad you find this funny, fuck-wit. Here Brian and I have
been nothing but supportive of you, Slater, and Sammy, and you’re an asshole to
me when I need some support back. If you ask me I think Sammy is too good for
you. She’s quiet and wouldn’t know how to stick up for herself against you. I
think one of the women Mother wants you to mate with would be better for you.
They’re ice cold.
Perfect for you.”

Okay, that was just cruel. Brock stopped laughing.
“In the ring now before I get a lot of your blood on the floor where it’s
harder to get off.”

Taking off his shirt he got in the ring as he heard
his partner. “Blake, you idiot, that was just stupid to say. Now I have to sit
around and watch while he beats the crap out of you for ten minutes.”

Blake climbed back into the boxing ring. “I wouldn’t
bet on him being the one to win. I’ve been hoping for a partner I’m equal with,
so I can let my frustrations out on him. Who do you think will win? I have a mate
pregnant with twins.”

Kegon
chuckled. “Don’t kill him, Blake. We’re hunting a drug dealer tonight.”

Blake turned to him, and Brock braced himself at the
fierce look on his brother’s face. Brock hated to admit it, but he felt good
after talking to his brother and he knew after he let himself loose fighting
Blake, he’d feel like himself again. He wouldn’t worry about being a pussy or
soft anymore.

Chapter
Three

Sammy was excited. Brock had called to say he would
be here any minute to start teaching her to drive. She’d had a couple of
lessons before her mother got sick and two or three while she was sick, but
Sammy hadn’t liked leaving her mother in case she felt worse while Sammy wasn’t
there. It was only days after her mother died that she met Greg, and he’d made
it clear he didn’t want her to drive and he thought women drivers were menaces.

The doorbell rang, and Sammy grabbed her handbag and
partly skipped to the door. She wasn’t going to let Greg win anymore. Sammy
would learn to drive.

Brock stood on the other side of the door in his
usual black clothes. Sammy wondered if he had any items of clothing that weren’t
black and if Brock’s five o’clock shadow was permanent.

“You ready, angel?”

Sammy pulled her handbag further up on her shoulder
and straightened her shoulders. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Brock took her hand a walked her to a black Commodore.
He opened the passenger side, and she got in as he walked around to the
driver’s side.
 
He got in his seat, put
his seatbelt on, and started the car. The car had a brand new smell, and Sammy
worried that she might scratch or hurt a brand new car.

“The beach car park should be empty. It’s the
perfect place to start. The streets by the beach shouldn’t be busy as well, so
we’ll see how we go with learning the basics.”

“Sounds good.
I
have had a couple of lessons, but that was a while ago, so refreshing is a good
idea.”

Brock nodded as he turned down the road that led to
the beach.

Sammy breathed in the new smell again. “Is the car
new?”

Brock shrugged. “It’s a couple of weeks old.”

“A couple of weeks.”
Sammy screeched. “I can’t learn to drive in a brand new car. What if I scratch
it, smash it, or hurt it?”