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“You are ours now. Samantha Gardner, you are our
mate.”

Sammy felt Slater snuggling behind her, and she
relaxed back against him. These two men were now hers.

****

Awakening with Sammy lying on his chest was Brock’s
idea of heaven. He looked over to see her feet tangled with Slater’s. Her thick,
long chestnut hair tickled his chin, and her arms wrapped around his torso
hugging him.

Brock ran his fingers up and down her back. His mind
went over the small facts he had learnt about Breakaway precinct. They’d done
nothing when Sammy had reported Greg. They claimed to not have known that
Michael, Greg’s partner, was a serial killer. Brock had been working with the
internal affairs searching for things on Breakaway precinct. They had found a
lot of suspicious things but nothing they could use. What Sandy had told him at
the hospital had been some help, but they needed more.

Brock’s captain had a plan. He wanted to help Brock
and the Internal Affairs catch the corrupt cops. There were a few weak links
that just needed a push before they would crumble and give Internal Affairs
what they wanted. Brock knew Sammy could be that push. He didn’t want another
woman to be treated like Sammy had. The plan his captain had was risky, but
with Greg out they needed to take action.
 
Brock didn’t trust the guy.

 
Sammy was
everything to him. Brock knew he would worry about her until he could get Greg
and the culprits for letting it get as bad as it had. Brock would never forget
the image of the first time he’d met Sammy. She had lain in the hospital bed
battered and looking close to death’s door. Brock would never let anything hurt
her again.

Taking a deep breath of her scent he smiled as the
smell of his and Slater’s scents clung to her. Sammy was now officially their
mate. Holding her tighter to him he knew he loved her more than anything in the
world.

Brock was going to make her safe. Decided, he kissed
her head. He would call his captain today and get the ball rolling on the plan.

Chapter
Eight

Sammy had moved in the day after he and Brock mated
her. Slater had never been happier in his life.
 
He and Brock had kept a close vigil on her since the news of Greg
getting out of jail. If he wasn’t with her Brock was.
 

Today he’d taken the whole day off, and he and Sammy
were going furniture shopping. Brock was going to join them in the afternoon.
They had gone to the mall first, and Sammy had chosen an outdoor setting, quilt
covers, towels, and little bits and pieces. Sammy, he, and Brock had discussed
if they should bring hers and their furniture together, or start fresh and get
things they both liked. They’d settled on starting fresh. They had a new house
and were now mated, so they wanted fresh and new stuff to move forward with.

They were at the first furniture store, and Sammy
had chosen antique green leather lounges. Slater was surprised at Sammy’s
choice. She’d walked in and gone straight to what she liked. It was nice to see
Sammy sure of herself and what she wanted.

The salesman come over to them as Sammy sat on the
sofa and wiggled her bum and lay back checking if it was comfortable.

“Ma’am, can I be of any insistence?”

Sammy smiled up at the sales assistant. “Yes. Do you
have this in two seats? I like the three seat sofa and the single, but I’d like
the two as well.”

The sales assistant’s eyes lit up, and Slater could
see the dollar signs flashing. The assistant clearly didn’t notice Slater
standing behind him gazing at Sammy.

“Do you like it, Slater? Do you think Brock will
like them?”

“I like them, angel. I think they’re a good choice.”
Slater grinned as Brock came in and went straight to Sammy, sitting next to her
and leaning in for a kiss.

Sammy’s face lit up as she beamed at Brock, then
turned her gaze on him and held out her hand. “Come on, Slater, sit. Tell me
what you think.”

Slater didn’t hesitate. He sat on the other side of
Sammy. The sofa was comfy, and they fit perfectly. “This is what you want,
beautiful?”

Sammy leaned in to him. “This will look so good in
that big area. I say a three seat, two singles, and a two seat sofa.”

“I agree, but are you sure you don’t want to look at
the other shops first?”

“No. I know what I want if you two are happy, too.”
Sammy gripped his hand, and he could see the excitement in her eyes.

“Okay.” Slater turned to the sales assistant, who
stared wide eyed at them. Sammy was theirs. In their world she was more than a
wife. “Could we please order what my wife said?
A three seat
sofa, a two seat one, and two armchairs that match.”

Slater tried not to laugh as the sales assistant
went back and forth among the three of them. Humans and their boxed in rules of
how relationships should be were weird.

“Sure. I’ll get that moving, sir.”

Brock stood and helped Sammy up. “There is other
furniture we need to look at. Why don’t you wait until the end after we’ve
looked at everything as we may buy more?”

The sales assistant nodded, and both Brock and Slater
held Sammy’s hands. Together they wandered around the big furniture store,
picking lamps, a coffee table, lamp table, and stools for the kitchen bench.
They looked at dining room tables, but Sammy didn’t find anything she loved and
was certain about like she had been with the other things. So they visited
other stores.

Slater was so exhausted by the end of the day that
he couldn’t wait to just get home and snuggle with Sammy on the lounge. Sammy
seemed to be filled with energy, and she was the one who reminded him that they
had self-defense classes tonight.

Brock was quieter than usual, and Slater could feel
something was up. Slater even became the lead instructor that night at
self-defense. He debated if he should ask Brock what was wrong, but he knew Brock
would say something if it was a problem he needed help with.

****

Sammy had been living with Brock and Slater for a
week now and was the happiest she’d been in a long time, and the safest. Today,
though she was nervous, she was going somewhere where it would put her out of
her comfort zone, a barbeque with
all of Brock’s
precinct.

The last time she’d met a bunch of cops it hadn’t
gone well for her. It had started out okay, but then Sammy had overheard a
conversation she shouldn’t have when she’d gone to the bathroom. Two of the men
Greg had introduced to her were talking about one of their deals going bad and
that they’d had to get rid of a guy and covered it up. She’d backed away and
told Greg and his partner, only for Greg to then beat her and tell her not to
say or breathe a word of what she’d heard. Sammy had been terrified.

The next visit to a barbeque had been worse. They
picked on her from the start and had all threatened to beat her or kill her if
she told their secrets. And Sammy still hadn’t told their secrets.
 

Sammy studied
herself
in
the mirror. She wore her loose fitting clothes, the ones Greg made her wear to
any event, that is, black pants and a baggy grey top. She’d pulled her hair
back in a ponytail and only had lip gloss on. Sammy was nervous. She didn’t
want to do this again. She didn’t want to go through the nasty banter, the
badge bunnies sneering at her and so on. She prayed they weren’t going to be
anything like Breakaway precinct.

Slater was supposed to come to the barbeque but had
an emergency at one of his restaurants. She wasn’t happy to be going to the barbeque
as it was, but with Slater not going she was willing to try anything to get out
of it.

She groaned, because she really had no choice but to
go to the barbeque if she wanted to keep Brock happy, and she did. Sammy
slipped into her black boots and walked to the lounge room where Brock was
ready and waiting for her. He’d gotten ready in one of the other bathrooms, so
he didn’t distract her. Brock stood as she came into the room, and Sammy’s
breath caught at the sight of him. He looked good enough to eat. He was clean
shaven, and his jet black locks were slicked back. He wore black jeans and
boots, with a white and blue striped long sleeved, fitted shirt.

Wow
. Sammy
almost came right there. He was heavenly. Brock smiled, and she stumbled back.
Brock was dangerous, so who knew he could look like a god? He’d been gorgeous
before, but tonight, tonight she wanted to forget about the barbeque and have
him all to herself.

“You didn’t forget about the barbeque, did you?
 
We got ready separately so you would get
ready. How much longer do you need?”

Confused, she shook her head and tore her gaze from
the dark angel before her.
“None.
why
?”

“Because you’re not dressed.
You
look ready to stay in and watch a movie.”

“You don’t want me to wear this?” She pointed to her
baggy top and pants.

She stared at him, and she could see his eyes
turning a darker blue. She squeezed her thighs together at the intense look.
She backed up as he stalked her.

“You have to stop. Your smell has me and my bear
fighting not throw you over our shoulder and rip these clothes to sheds.”
Brock’s arms came around her, and he pulled her close. “You’re making it really
hard to keep my promise to my boss that I go to this barbeque.”

Sammy felt like she was drowning as she gazed into
Brock’s eyes. He didn’t want her to wear these clothes to meet his cop friends?
Oh shit
. He’d just sealed his fate.
Sammy was head over heels in love with Brock.

She loved Slater, too. He was easy to talk to, and
he always listened and gave her an honest opinion. Slater hugged her all the
time, held her hand, and was always touching her. Brock was her brooding lover,
closed mouthed. His touches were abrupt and unsure, except when he kissed her, and
then he was unbelievable. He always left her breathless and wanting more.

Brock lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs and
arms around him. He walked down the hall to their room. His hands gripped her
arse, and he ground her covered pussy against him.

“Let me have just a little bit, angel.” His voice
sounded gutted.

Sammy was placed on the end of the bed. Brock’s finger
came up, and he stroked the side of her face.

“I would love to know what you’re thinking about
right now.”
 

“You.
I’m
thinking I want to try just a little bit of y—” Sammy was cut off as Brock’s
mouth took hers and his hands ripped her grey top.

Brock’s warms fingertips trailed over her lace-covered
breasts, and he gently laid her back on the bed. Her own hands slid under his
shirt, and she ran her fingers over his tight, toned chest. His scent
surrounded her, inflaming her body as she had learnt happened any time he or
Slater were close. His hands moved down her body, and he lifted her up with one
hand and ripped her pants off.

His mouth left hers, and she panted for breath as he
groaned. “Sammy, I need you. Let me taste you.”

His lips skimmed over her breast leaving light
kisses over her stomach. His fingers slid her panties down, and she helped
lifting her body up. When his lips reached her pussy he gently parted her folds
and kissed her clit before licking it and sucking it in.

“Oh God, that feels so good.” Sammy gripped the
sheets in anticipation as he repeated the process over and over. She could feel
her body building to release, and his tongue pressed into her core.

“You taste better than I imagined. I want more.”
Brock growled against her, causing her body to quiver in anticipation.

Sammy squealed as he ate her up. Brock licked and
sucked her clit, and his growls fueled her fire. She craved the release that
she could feel just within her reach.
 
Sammy reached down and gripped his hair as she arched up into his mouth.
His growls got louder, and the vibrations sent blissful shivers over her body.
A think finger slid into her core, and she groaned wanting more.

“More. Please more.”

His finger went in deeper, and his other hand held
her open to him as he devoured her. A second finger got added, and together
they pumped in and out of her. Sammy reached for her release and screamed out
her pleasure as his fingers went in deep and Brock sucked her clit in hard.

 
Her body
shattered. She let go of his hair and pulled him up. “Come up to me.”

 
Brock came up
and lay beside her.

“No. Not over there. I want you here.” She pointed
to her chest. “I want to feel you against me.”

“Please, angel, if I did that I would make love to
you. I’m holding on by a thin thread. We will be late.”

She rolled over and on top of him. She looked down
at him and knew she didn’t want anything else. “Make love to me.” Sammy rubbed
her pussy against him. She could feel his rock hard erection through his jeans.