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“Whose are you,
Little Red? “

Sandy
shook her head in frustration.

They both growled and Zack started to slip out. Jake
repeated, “Whose are you,
Sandy
?”

She snarled, “I’m yours.”

He slid back in. “Whose?”

 
“I’m Zack’s and
Jake’s, Jake’s and Zack’s.” Those were the winning words as they both slammed
home. “Yes, fuck yes!”

Jake held her and looked into her eyes. “You’re ours. We’re
never letting you go. No one can make love to you like we do.”

Sandy
nodded, too far gone. For what felt like hours,
Zack and Jake kept steady rhythm. She reached for the peak she could feel at
boiling point ready to blow. Zack thrust deep and a shiver of pain and pleasure
shot through her, sending her into the most intense orgasm of her life. Jake
and Zack bit her shoulder like the first time they were together, only this time,
they both came with her. She felt warmth flood her as she reached her euphoric
state.

 
Sated and sticky,
she could barely move. She fought to keep herself awake so she could shower.
Sandy
winced when Zack
kissed her shoulder and slid out. Jake moved them to the side, snuggling her to
him. She felt him slip out, and sighed. She told herself she was going to have
a talk with her men as they hadn’t used condoms. She berated herself that she
hadn’t gone and seen the doctor herself to get the pill. Closing her eyes, she
promised herself she would make an appointment on Monday.

Chapter
Seven

Groaning,
Sandy
snuggled into hard muscular bodies, feeling tender but relaxed and reluctant to
wake. Zack’s hands were on her waist, his index finger drawing circles. Slowly
cracking an eye open, she looked up at Jake’s face and noticed the strained
lines around his eyes and mouth like he was having a bad dream.

She heard a muffled ring tone of The Doors’ “Light My
Fire.” It rang until it rang out and then it started ringing again. Groaning,
she got out of bed after carefully detangling herself from her men. Searching
in Zack’s jeans, she pulled out the phone and answered in a whisper, “Hello,
Zack’s phone.”

“Ah, good, he got himself a secretary who can actually answer
a phone,” a woman said on the other end.

“Ma’am, I’m not his secretary, but I can give him a
message.”

There was a loud huff on the other end before the woman
answered, “Well, what are you doing…? Oh, you are one of those girls, are you?
All right then, put some clothes on and get a pen and paper to write down what
I’m going to tell you.”

Sandy
gritted her teeth, picked up Zack’s shirt,
slipped into it, and walked out of the room, ready to tell the lady off, but
the woman continued.

“Okay, surely I’ve given you enough time. Look, this is
important. Tell Zack he has to be at his sister’s engagement party tonight, and
he has to wear a tux to cover his tattoos. And if the dates I have lined up for
him ask what he does, tell him to just say he owns some businesses. Do you
think you can do this before you leave?”

Trying to keep her temper in place because she knew this
was a family member,
Sandy
asked, “May I ask who this is?”

“Yes, tell him his mother called.” And she hung up.

Sandy
stared at the mobile. Oh God, she was the
lovely woman Susie talked about. Surely Susie was joking.

Sandy
looked around her at the extravagant interior
and the hall she was now in with doors all along it. This house and this type
of living was way out of her league.
Sandy
wondered if she should worry whether Jake’s and Zack’s family would accept her.

She chuckled at the thought of being worried about being
accepted by the Bears when only hours ago her men carried her kicking and
screaming out of a concert.
Sandy
hated to admit it, but their alpha ways turned her on big time. She would deny
it if anyone asked, but she’d loved that they’d claimed her in front of so many
people. She wasn’t one for Neanderthals, but Jake and Zack were changing her
mind. She wandered the house, getting more anxious the more she saw.

Finally she found a door leading outside and opened it,
needing to get away from everything.
Sandy
wished she was home so she could snuggle in her own bed and get up and make
breakfast for her family. Finding a table and chairs that looked out at the
valley toward the grapevines, she sat and listened, watching the morning fog
lift, and tried not to think about last night.

She didn’t know whether to be angry at Jake and Zack for
embarrassing her and probably getting her fired or grateful they saved her from
Mr. Grabby. Oh God, what would she do without a job? What was she doing full
stop?

Bringing her knees up, she tucked them under her chin and
placed the phone she forgot she held on the table. Tears she’d been holding in
since she spoke to Zack’s mother slipped down her cheek. Fuck, her life was so
crazy right now. Dealing with being potentially unemployed and her boyfriends’
mothers not liking her was just too much to handle.

Sobs started to rack her body and she couldn’t seem to stop
them. So much had happened in such a short time.
Sandy
didn’t know what to do.

Closing her eyes she sat for a while and just let it all
out until she felt Jake’s hands come around her waist to pick her up and place
her on his lap.

“Ah, Little Red, you’re breaking my heart. What’s wrong?
Don’t cry.”

She hit his chest. “I’m angry with you.”

 
He hugged her
tighter. “Why? It’s not like you to cry when you’re angry at someone.”

“Ha, what do you know? I’m usually very sweet, considerate,
and never bossy. Well, that is before I met you two. You and Zack bring out the
redhead in me. The only other people who can do that are my brothers and dad.”

Sandy
hit Jake’s chest again as his body shook with
laughter. “Hey, don’t laugh at me. I’m telling the truth.”
Sandy
growled deep and pushed at him to get
off, but he just held tighter.

“Oh sorry, Little Red, I’m just trying to imagine you as
sweet and never bossy.”

Zack came out, his hands full of plates with toast,
pancakes, and fruit. She felt heat cover her cheeks, and she moaned as memories
of the last night flashed before her.

 
“Who’s sweet and
never bossy?” Zack asked.

She elbowed Jake in the chest. “Me. I’m sweet and never
bossy.”

She watched as Zack placed the plates on the table. His
eyes lit up and his whole body shook like he was trying to contain his
laughter. He sat on a chair and pulled her from Jake’s lap. “Firebird, you’re
very sweet.” He nibbled on her ear and a shiver racked her body. “And as for
the bossy part, I like a woman who can stand up for herself and knows what she
wants.”

Sandy
groaned as Zack’s mouth come down on hers and
his hand slid up under her shirt. The ringing tone of The Doors’ “Light My
Fire” pulled her away from the kiss and the blissful state she was getting to.
When it went unanswered after a couple of times, she narrowed her eyes on Zack.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” She watched him give
a fleeting look at it then shrug.

“It’s no one important.”

Curious, she reached for the phone and answered, only for
his mother to say, “I just wanted to check that girl that I spoke to give you
my message. I know the type of woman you usually go for, the ones with half a
brain. This one sounded at least like she could follow orders, but I didn’t
want to chance it. I know when they leave in the morning you don’t see them
again.
Which is good because I already have one human
daughter-in-law and a half-breed grandson.
Thank God your sister has
stopped her rebelling ways and agreed to marry a grizzly.”

Sandy
gripped the phone tighter as Zack groaned and
tried to get it out of her hands.

His mother continued, “That’s what you need to do, Zackary,
stop rebelling. Get a real job or business. Get rid of the bimbos like the one
I spoke to this morning, and come and marry or date a lovely bear shifter. I
have three beautiful girls lined up for you tonight—”

Sandy
had heard enough. Right now she didn’t care if
the woman was Zack’s mother or the
friggin
’
pope,
Sandy
wasn’t going to let her keep speaking. “Have you finished now?
Because I’m really not in the mood to listen to any more of your
shit.”

Zack’s mother sputtered on the other end, and
Sandy
sat up in Zack’s
arms.

“You need to listen, lady. That human daughter-in-law
thinks you’re this wonderful lovely woman and speaks nothing but nice things
about you. I have met that daughter of yours with the beautiful little boy, and
you should be proud of what amazing people they are. And lastly, Zack isn’t
rebelling. He is one of the most talented people I have ever met, and his
business is doing fantastic. I love what he does just like I love him.”

 
She didn’t let his
mother respond before she pressed the End button. She could feel the tension in
Zack’s body, but she’d felt him stiffen even more when she’d said she loved
him.

 
Argh
.
Crap!
She shot
a glance at Jake and saw him staring at her with a look of longing, and she
felt a pang of guilt that she didn’t say it to him too.
Oh no, I love him too. How the hell did they do that?
No way was
she going to say anything more.
God, look
at how Zack was reacting.

Jumping out of Zack’s arms, she chanced a look at Zack to
see his frozen face. Then she caught a quick glance of Jake again before she
ran into the house praying one of her brothers or her father would come and
pick her up.

She’d stuffed up big this time and let her redheaded temper
go too far. She ran to the room and searched for her bag. Finding it on the
floor with her clothes, she rummaged through it until she found her phone and
called her eldest brother.

“Hey, Phillip, I need a favor. Can you come pick me up from
the vineyard, like now?”

“Is everything all right, sis?”

She looked around her as she one-handedly got into her
clothes. “Um, yeah, fine. I…I…I’m fine. See you in twenty out front.” She gave
him the address and hoped it was correct.

 
Leaving the room
she’d made love to the men she loved in, she ran down the stairs and out the
front door.

Oh my God, I just told off one of
the men I love’s mother. Shit.
Sandy
’s brain was in overdrive.
They said I was their mate.
She wondered if they got to choose
mates or they just got stuck with whomever and put up with it. Why hadn’t she
asked that question?

****

Jake was pissed as he watched
Sandy
run off, and Zack sat frozen in the chair. Why wasn’t he going after
Sandy
to tell her that he
loved her too, and that she didn’t have to worry about his mother?

Zack was an idiot, and Jake wasn’t sitting there shocked
anymore. Getting up, Jake shook him. “Zack, snap out of it and go chase our
mate down. She just told your mother off, which I don’t think
anyone
has ever done. And she stuck up for you and told her
how much she loved you.”

Jake shook him again before giving up when Zack grabbed his
phone, nodded, and walked in the opposite direction.

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Jake went after
Sandy
. After looking in
his room to find it empty and her clothes and bag missing, he searched the rest
of the house. Jake was surprised when he saw her walking toward the road.

Running after her, he yelled for her to stop, but she
seemed in her own little world. Finally he stopped her as she reached the front
of the property.

 
“Little Red, where
are you going?”

Sandy
felt stiff in his arms, and he looked down to
see her brow furrowed and her lips turned down into a frown. “Do you have a
choice of who is your mate or are you stuck with me?”

What the hell is she going on
about?
“
Sandy
, I don’t know what you mean.”

Her eyes widened at the fact he’d used her name, and she
pushed at his chest. “Do you have to be with me or do you have a choice? Does
being a shifter take away who you would really choose?”