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Hanging up she looked at her men. “Let’s go. We have
babies to go see.”
 

Slater sighed. “We were going to take you to a late
dinner.” He shrugged. “I guess it’s takeout. I don’t mind though. I’m so
looking forward to seeing Jake and Zack.
Girls.
Ha.
Can you imagine it?”

Sammy laughed because throughout the whole pregnancy
Sandy had prayed for girls. “Looks like Sandy’s prayers worked.”

Brock and Slater both held her hands, and they
walked out of the casino. Sammy knew after what Slater and Brock had done for
her tonight she would say yes to
mating
them when they
asked again.
 

****

Sammy needed this. She loved Jane for organizing the
girls’ weekend. Sammy was disappointed that Susie and Sandy couldn’t come, but
they both had newborn babies and were breastfeeding. She, Jane, and Gwen were
staying the night in a Sydney Hotel. This would be the first time that she’d
gone on a girls’ night since the shifter killer mess.

Jane would be here any minute to pick her up and
drive her in to the city. Sammy had her overnight bag sitting by the door ready,
and she was really excited to get out and have fun with her friends.

Her doorbell rang, and Sammy practically danced to
the front door, eager to get her weekend started. She opened the door surprised
to see Brock. “Hi. What you doing here? I told you this weekend I was going out
and having a girls’ weekend.”

Brock smiled, and his eyes shone with mischief. “I
know. That’s why I bought you some presents.” He pulled out a bag that he’d had
hidden behind his back and came into her house. Brock walked into the lounge
room and sat on the sofa, pulled the bag to him and pulled out stuff. “I got
some stuff for you to have in your bag. I bought pepper spray, a whistle, a new
phone with all the numbers you need dialed into it, and a key torch.”

Sammy sat next to him on the sofa and looked at the
items on the table and shook her head. “I’m going out dancing and will be
staying with my friends the whole time.”

“Good. Never go anywhere without at least one of
them with you, and never leave your drink unattended and don—”

“I have been out before. This is not my first night
out.”

“I know, but you haven’t been out on a girls’ night
since I’ve known you. I just want to make sure you’re safe. I’m a detective,
and I see so many cases of woman who went out on girls’ nights and didn’t come
ba
—”

“Stop.
I
get it. You’re worried about me. I’ll be safe.” She leaned over and kissed him.

Brock seemed surprised, and it took him a moment to
respond to her before he pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. His
hands held her close to him and slipped under her shirt and slowly moved up to
cup and caress her breasts. Sammy moaned as his tongue twisted with hers and
his hips moved up rubbing against her tights.

His mouth tore from hers and nipped his way down her
neck. “Angel, you taste so good. I want you so bad.”

Sammy arched into his bites and groaned in
frustration as her new mobile that Brock had given her rang. The phone rang
until it rang out. Then it rang again. Moving back she reached over and grabbed
it.
“
Heeellloo
.”

“Hey, beautiful, just wanted to tell you to have fun
this weekend.” As Slater spoke, Brock lifted her shirt up and sucked her lace-covered
nipple into his mouth. Sammy gasped at the warm, wet feeling. “You okay? What’s
happening?”

Brock swapped to her other nipple and moved his hand
up to tweak and massage her other breast.
God
.
It felt so good. “Slater …
I
 
…
haven’t … Oh,
crap.
Brock.”

Brock’s hands moved down to her tights. Brock’s
mouth left her breast, and he whispered, “I’ll buy you a new pair.” And with
that he ripped her tights off.

“Fuck. Brock better not claim you without me. I’ll
be there in fifteen.” Slater swore on the other end of the phone.

Brock’s fingers strummed her clit then rubbed over
it.

“No, Slater. Brock has to stop. My friend will be
here any minute.”

Slater growled on the other end.
“Fine.
I’ll see you Sunday afternoon.” With that he hung up.

Sammy was so close to coming, and Brock must have
known because he moved back up her body. “I want to taste you as you come. Give
me something, please.”

Brock moved her onto the end of the sofa, placing a
hand on her stomach to help her lie back. Brock moved off the sofa and kneeled
on the lounge and moved her ripped tights and panties further down.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He drove his face between her
legs, and she squealed as his lips touched her nub and his tongue came out and
licked.
 
She felt a finger ease in and
out of her pussy and start a rhythm with his licks and sucks.

The doorbell rang, and she panted gripping at the
sofa. Brock added another finger and pumped them faster. She was so close.
Sammy reached for something anything, to muffle
herself
with, finding a throw pillow and holding it as she flew over the edge yelling,
“I’m coming.”

The doorbell rang again, and she slumped back into
her sofa. Brock grabbed a piece of her ripped tights and wiped his mouth. He stood
and had a huge smirk on his face. “Go get dressed and sorted out. I’ll let your
friend Jane in.”

Brock walked towards the door, and she got up and
rushed to her bedroom. She went to her en-suite and moaned as she looked in the
mirror at her flushed face.
Great, just great.
Sammy
thought.
Jane’s going to know exactly
what took me so long to answer the door
.

After showering and getting dressed she walked out
to Jane who sat on the sofa answering Brock’s questions. He seemed to be
interrogating poor Jane. As soon as Sammy sat down the relief on Jane’s face
was obvious.

“Well we better go. I said I would pick Gwen up from
her house. Your mother picked Matty up about ten minutes ago,” Jane said to
Brock as she grabbed her hand and dragged her to the front door.

Sammy debated whether she needed to tell Brock to
make sure everything was locked before he left but didn’t need to as he yelled,
“I’ll lock up and make sure everything is safe. Be careful.”

Grabbing her bag by the front door Sammy left and
got in the car. Jane sped off towards Gwen’s house. “Wow, Sammy, he’s intense.”
A light came into Jane’s eyes. “I’m glad you’re getting some though.”

Sammy groaned, and Jane laughed.

Later that night as they got ready Gwen turned to
her and sighed. “Look, I really like you, Sammy. You’ve become a really good
friend, but I have to ask … how much longer are you going to leave my brother
and cousin hanging? It’s dangerous for a shifter to go as long as they have
without claiming their mate. I feel sorry for anyone who’s around them when
you’re not there.”

Sammy ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m ready.
I’m just waiting for them to ask me again.” She closed her eyes and tested out
saying what she’d been feeling. “I think I love them. No. I know I love them.”

Gwen beamed and pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so
happy for you. I wish I was as brave as you.”

Sammy hugged Gwen back. “What are you scared of? It
sounded like your fiancé wanted you happy and was pissed you were—are—willing
to give that up.”

Gwen pulled away and went to the window. Jane went
over and patted her back. “I thought I had a mate once before, but I was
wrong.” Gwen’s shoulders sank. “I don’t regret what I did. I got Matty out of
my mistake, but I’m curious now. I want to give Philip and John a chance, but
what if I’m wrong again? I don’t know if my parents would forgive me this
time.”

“I can look after Matty for you to help you to get
to know Philip and John better,” Jane said.

“I can, too. I’m sure Brock would love to spend more
time with his nephew.”

Gwen turned, and tears ran down her face. “Thanks so
much. Are you both sure? Matty can be a handful.”

“Matty will be fine. Plus I’m a childcare worker by
trade. There is nothing a kid can get by me.” Jane winked at Gwen.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it. And anyway
what’s the point of having two men for mates if they don’t help?”

Gwen wiped her eyes. “Thanks, guys. You don’t know
how much what you’ve agreed to do means to me.” Gwen hugged her and Jane tight
before she let go. “Come on, let’s go party. Tonight is girls’ night. No more
talk of men.”

 
They cheered
and left the hotel.
     

The three of them got into one of the hottest clubs,
and they went straight to the dance floor. Sammy, Jane, and Gwen shook what
they’d been given, screaming and laughing in delight at the freedom they felt
and the fun they were having.

Sammy felt sexy. Sammy felt alive. Sammy knew what
she wanted, and she was going to celebrate tonight.

Chapter
Seven

Slater had organized the date. Brock’s suggestion
they go to Hogs’ Breath or the local pub for dinner wasn’t a very romantic
setting for what they had to ask Sammy. They had to do this right. Slater had
seen and set up so many romantic dinners with his restaurants that he knew
exactly what he wanted to do for this important date. He’d ordered a limo, and
it would pick him and Brock up from his house at quarter to seven. Then they
would head over to Sammy’s house, pick her up, and start the wooing process.

Slater heard the front door slam as Brock got home
from work. Brock sounded more cranky than usual as he stomped down the hall to
his room.

“The fuckwit got let out for good behavior and never
having a criminal record before this. I say we go and kill the bastard before
he comes near our mate again. I still don’t believe the idiot didn’t have
anything to do with the shifter killings. I’d know if my partner
Kegon
went on a killing spree.”

“Crap. When was Greg released?”

Brock raked his fingers through his black curly
hair.
“This afternoon.”

Slater pushed past Brock, not caring that he was
only in his black dress pants. “What the fuck are you standing here telling me
this for? We need to get to our mate before he gets to her.”

“I’m not stupid. Sandy and Susie are at her house
now. The babies and their men are with them. Jake was there when I got the info.
He told Sandy, and she told Susie. Our dinner date is probably canceled. Gwen
and Jane are there also.
 
Jake left work
early to accompany Sandy to Sammy’s house. He wasn’t supposed to be at work
anyway, and there was no way he was letting Sandy and the babies go to Sammy’s
place without protection. Jake’s scared because Sandy almost killed the shifter
killer,
and Zack did kill Greg’s partner. He’s
terrified Greg will come after them. He wasn’t, isn’t, willing to risk
anything.”

Slater nodded and grabbed a shirt. He needed to go
check on Sammy. Right now he didn’t care about the date. He just wanted to make
sure his mate was okay. “Get showered and changed. Cancel the limo and meet me
over at Sammy’s place. I need to know she’s all right.”

“I showered at work. If you’re going over to Sammy
I’m coming, too. I just thought with all her girlfriends around there you would
want to leave her be.”

“Why the fuck would I want to do that? I’m not the
anti-social motherfucker. You are.
 
And
if you want to be with Sammy you might want to get over some of that. She’s been
friends with Sandy and Susie since primary school. Before Greg, they used to do
everything together. Sammy was usually the life of the party.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

 
“I asked
Sandy and Susie. Even Gwen has told me some stuff.”

“When on earth did they tell you
all this?”
Brock crossed his arms over his chest trying to
intimidate him, but Slater wasn’t the least bit threatened by Brock.

“I’ve been inviting the girls for free meals at some
of the restaurants I own. Because I’m part owner, I have the luxury of leaving
the kitchen and sitting and enjoying lunch with the women.”

“You’re only telling me this information now?”

He shrugged and walked down the hall to the front
door.
“Yep.
I had no idea at first if the two of us
could work together, and I needed every advantage. Now that I know we can share
I thought I’d help you out and tell you.”

Brock left his room and went into the room next door
to Slater’s. Slater heard him muttering about having to put up with a wanker,
and that his only redeeming quality was that he could cook. Chuckling Slater went
to his car, got in, started it, and drove to Sammy’s house.

****

Sammy knew she should feel scared and be worried,
but with all her friends around her and four massive bear shifters scanning the
windows, well five, if you counted Gwen, she felt like the safest woman in the
world.