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Authors: Hazel Gower

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Sandy pulled away
panting as the phone rang and, in a breathless voice, answered. He kept himself
still, willing his erection to go down.

When she ended the call, she grinned at him as she felt his
rock-hard dick against her.
“Oh, my poor Zack.
What
are we going to do? What a pity we’re…” She looked around his tattoo parlor,
winked, and licked her lips.

He growled, wrapped her legs around his waist, and walked
back to his office, ignoring the laughter behind him. Shutting his office door,
he yanked at her clothes and slipped out of his own.

Feral with lust, he sat her on his desk and covered her
mouth again, letting his tongue tangle with hers. His hands smoothed over her
stomach and moved down to play with her clit.

Sandy
seemed as wild as he was, clawing at his back
and pulling him back to her mouth as he trailed feathered kisses down her neck.

Sandy
arched into his touch. “Zack, oh God, what is
it about you that makes me so wild?”

Zack growled as he dipped a finger into her pussy to feel
her wetness. “Firebird, you’re so wet.”

Sandy
nodded and watched him kiss his way down her
body. When he reached her pussy, he dived in, lapping at her and moving his
finger in and out of her wet core. Sucking on her nub, he added a second finger
and picked up his pace. She ground against him, moaning.

Sandy
sat on his desk, legs apart, body arched up.
Her hands supported her and her head was back and her eyes closed. She was
gorgeous.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Come for me. I want inside you
now. But first I want that pussy to clench around my fingers.”

He went back to sucking and licking, his fingers moving
faster in her until she ground down on his face and screamed, “Zack!”

Feeling her muscles tighten around him and her cream gush
out, he lapped to make sure he drank every last drop.

Slowly, he slid up her body, loving the feel of her smooth
skin against his. Aligning his cock at her entrance, he stared at his satisfied
woman. He looked at his dick about to slip into her pussy and paused at the
sight of his bare penis. Fuck. Zack searched for his pants. Seeing them on the
floor, he grabbed them as quick as he could, found his wallet, and searched
through it for the condom. He ripped it open and slipped the condom onto his
cock.

Sandy
’s expression had changed to one of surprise and
gratitude. As he settled himself between her thighs,
Sandy
wrapped her arms around him and brushed
his lips with hers.

“Thank you. I really appreciate you remembering, especially
when I didn’t.” Her mouth came back to his, and her soft naked body was crushed
up against his.

Zack held her hips and slowly slid himself into her wet
core. Her head fell back, and his lips trailed down her cheek and neck. He
smoothed his hands down her back and around and up to cup and play with her
breasts

Sandy
wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him
further in with his thrusts.
Sandy
hummed, and ran her hands down to cup his butt.
“Zack,
faster.
Ah, yes, just like that. Yes, yes.
Zack!”

Picking up his pace, he captured her mouth again and moved
his hands around to hold her close to him.
Sandy
gripped him to her. Her nails dug into
his back, and he started to feel her pussy muscles squeeze around him. She bit
his lip as she came around him, quivering and raking her nails down his back.

 
He pulled his head
away to watch her eyes as they glassed over in ecstasy, and a smug grin settled
over her. Zack let himself go on a shout, emptying himself into the condom.
Resting on top of her for a moment, he sighed in satisfaction.

Slowly he eased himself up, keeping a hold on
Sandy
. “Firebird, you’re
amazing. Thanks for coming to see my place.” He brushed hair out of her eyes,
picked her up, and moved them to sit on his office chair.

She sighed and snuggled into him. “Every time you or Jake
touch
me, I become a sex-crazed maniac.”

Zack kissed her forehead. “Just the way I like you.”

She smacked his chest, and he sat content and happier than
he’d felt in years.

“I love your shop. It looks like you have some very
talented artists.” She trailed her fingers over his chest. “Why haven’t you got
any tattoos on your chest?”

Kissing her head, he held her tighter, loving the feel of
her fingers. “At first I got my tats to piss of my parents at eighteen. Back
then I only had one or two.”

Sandy
grinned. “Oh, you were that type of teenager.”

 
He nodded.
“Yep.”

She circled the brown bear in the woods that he had on his
arm. “They’re amazing. The detail is awesome.”

 
“All of them are my
design. I wanted to become an artist but… at the time when I got my first, it
didn’t seem like the right choice for me,
so
I joined
the army and served for almost ten years. That didn’t go down well with the
family. You see, it’s okay to be a cop or detective, just not an everyday army
grunt like I was. Well, anyway, I got out and thought I would try the art thing
again. I got some more tats and was asked who designed them. After a while, I
figured out it’s what I wanted to do.”

“I’m glad you found what you wanted to do and didn’t let
your family dictate to you. Do you think you will do the rest of your body?”

Zack didn’t know if he would do much more of his body. He
loved his tats but he didn’t want to be covered in them.

He looked down at his gorgeous mate, who he knew he’d
fallen in love with. Since he’d mated her, she’d done things to him no other
woman had, and she’d come and seen his business which was more than most of his
family had ever done. He looked down at her as she traced his tattoos. A new
tat started to come into his mind, and he knew just where he was going to put
it.

Pulling her face up, he brushed his lips over hers,
lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “I haven’t gotten around to doing
other parts of my body. I probably won’t do much more.”

Sandy
smiled and rested her head on his chest. “I
want to get one. I don’t have any. I wouldn’t mind getting one. Well, two, I
think. Two bears together.”

His heart picked up faster at her words and his brain went
to mush.
Sandy
wanted him and Jake on her. Scared that he misheard her, he hugged her tighter
and muttered, “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I would love
to do whatever you want a tattoo of.”

She beamed up at him, and he knew for sure that he was head
over heels in love, even after such a short time.

 

 

Chapter Six

 

Sandy
couldn’t wait for this concert. She’d kissed
her boss’s
arse
to get sixth row tickets. She’d
needed four tickets originally, but with Samantha still recovering, she now
only needed the three.

She was excited because a bunch of people from her work was
going along too. What she wasn’t looking forward to was her boss’s brother
Richard. To get the tickets she’d had to promise she would be his date and go
on another on Sunday night too.

For the last year at work, he’d asked her out at least once
a week, but she always turned him down.
Sandy
never dated anyone from work. Richard wasn’t ugly. He was quite handsome, she
supposed, at just
under
six feet, and slim, with short
blond hair. The problem was he wasn’t her type, no matter how much she wished
he was. She liked them big and muscular with dark tanned skin.

Thanking God her men weren’t there,
Sandy
groaned inwardly as she realized what
she’d called them as she waited in front of her house for Richard.
Her men.
Sandy
tried not to feel
guilty about the date and told herself she had only met and been with her guys
for almost two weeks. Jake was working tonight, and Zack was in his shop until
five. He’d offered to drop her and her friends off and pick them up, but she’d
said they had it covered.
Sandy
was grateful he didn’t ask any more questions.

They’d surprised her by not asking her more about the
concert,
although she had made her stance on the subject
very clear early on. They were trying to not be like her family, and she could
tell it was killing them, especially Jake. The cop in him was begging to come
out, and she was fighting herself not to fall in love with them for their
efforts. The dinner they’d done her the other night had been
a
dream come
true. No one had ever cooked for her. The last person she
vaguely remembered was her mother. Her father and brothers were good at takeout
and canned or microwave foods.

A red sports car pulled up out front and Richard got out.
He wore black striped shorts with a blue collared shirt. He strutted towards
her with a huge smile on his face. Forcing her lips to curl up at the sides in
what she hoped passed for a
smile,
she walked the rest
of the way to him praying he wouldn’t expect much from her.

 
Grabbing her hand,
he escorted her to his car, opened the door for her and closed it before he got
in himself. He turned on the engine and drove away. The smile never left his
face.

“I’m so happy you agreed to this. I look forward to getting
to know you more outside of work.” He reached for her hand again, and she
avoided him. “I’m sorry I had to go to this extreme to get you to go on a date,
but I’m sure you will agree by the end of tonight it was the right thing to do.
I think we could really have something.”

Sandy
bit her tongue and told herself she brought
this on herself. She should think of this as an experiment. She had wanted to
date different people, men not like her brothers. She’d even said this to Zack
and Jake, and Richard was the total opposite to her brothers, Zack, and Jake.

The guilty feeling got worse the closer to the venue they
got. When they reached the vineyards and parked,
Sandy
got out before Richard could come
around.

They walked up to the concert venue. He reached for her
hand again, and she maneuvered herself out of his reach, pausing just before
the gates. She couldn’t take the guilt anymore. If she was honest with herself,
she couldn’t stand his touch. It felt slimy and made her sick. “I’m really sorry.
I should have said something before, but I’m in a relationship. It’s
kinda
new.”

 
“How
new?”
His brow was furrowed, and his nose scrunched as he looked down at
her.

Sandy
wondered if she should tell the truth or
stretch it a bit. Stretching won. “Oh, I don’t know. It feels a lot longer than
it actually has been.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment before he
grabbed her hand and pulled her to the entrance. “If it’s still new, then I
have a chance. You might find I’m better.”

Sandy
held back the gagging noise that threatened to
escape and rushed inside, hoping when they reached everyone else, he would
leave her alone.

****

Glancing at his partner David, who was a lion shifter, Jake
muttered, “If you had a mate, then I’m sure you would be doing the same as me
right now.”

David grunted and patted him on the back. “Maybe, but
didn’t you say Zack was here too with front row tickets.”

“Yep.
She doesn’t know that though.”

David shook his head. “The concert has been on for three
hours now. It shouldn’t have much more to go.”

“I’m going to surprise her. There should be an hour left.
I’ve let her have most of the show with her girlfriends. I’ve been so focused
on the shifter killer. I want to enjoy some fun time with her.”

His partner grinned. “You telling me you don’t have fun
with her?”

Jake winked at David and thumped him on the back as he
showed his badge to security to be let in.

After wandering through the masses, he finally got to the
VIP seating area and searched for where
Sandy
had said she and her friends were going to be, only to pause at the sight
before him. Sandy and her friends were jumping up and down, singing.
Sandy
was at the end of
the aisle next to a guy who kept touching her. Jake noticed the man never took
his eyes off
Sandy
.

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