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Aligning his cock at her wet entrance, he reached for her
legs and wrapped them around him as he kneeled by the couch. Jake watched as his
dick slid into her tight pussy, inch by inch.
Sandy
’s eyes were closed and she groaned as
he pushed himself in. “Oh, Little Red, you are heavenly.”

 
Her eyes snapped
open, and she eased herself down so he was fully seated inside her. Leaning
down, he kissed her mouth, tangling their tongues. Her hands circled his neck,
and slowly he stood.
Sandy
groaned into his mouth as his cock almost left her before it slammed back home
when he sat, moving her legs to either side of him. Looking into her eyes, he
growled, “Ride me. Let me watch your tits bounce, and your face as I fill you
with
my cum
.”

 
Her eyes seemed to
glaze over at his words, and she at first slowly lifted herself, only to fall
back down onto him again.
Sandy
’s
core pulsed around him, and he felt the tension in him about to explode.
Holding her waist, he helped her pick up her pace. He let one hand fall to rub
over her clit. Jake put more pressure on her nub and she fell apart.

“Jake.
Oh my God.”
She quivered
around him, squeezing his cock.

Growling, Jake moved his hands to her
arse
and lifted her almost all the way off before he slammed back home and emptied
himself into her. His yell of triumph resonated through the house at the same
time as the oven timer went off.

He sat with her on top of him as they tried to ignore the
noise from the kitchen.

“I better get that,”
Sandy
groaned.

Jake let her go reluctantly, watching
Sandy
walk into the kitchen naked. He was one lucky Bear.

****

Sandy
turned the oven off. She paused when she felt
the wetness on her thighs. Oh crap. They’d forgotten to use a condom again.
Today her father had come around and she’d had the most embarrassing
conversation ever with him. He’d come in, sat on the lounge in the family room,
and faced her without saying anything for a while.

“Is everything okay, Dad?”

He’d cleared his throat several times before he muttered,
“’I’ve noticed that those men don’t seem to be leaving. And, well, I never did
have the sex talk with you. Um, I just thought—”

“Oh God, Dad, please don’t. Look, I already know about sex
and all that. It’s easy to find out things these days with videos and the
Internet.”
Sandy
’s
cheeks felt like they were on fire as she forced a smile at her father. “Don’t
worry about me, Dad.”

Her father had relaxed instantly, got up, patted her on the
back, and added, “I’m,
er
, glad you know to practice
safe sex. Make sure you always have a condom because you can’t trust some
guys.” With saying that, he’d nodded to her and almost ran out her door.

Thinking over everything she’d done with Zack and Jake, she
started to freak out when she realized that not once had they used a condom or
had she asked them to use one.

Not caring about the roast anymore, she walked back to
Jake, who lay on the lounge. “You don’t have any diseases that I should know
about, do you?

Jake’s brow furrowed as he gave her an odd look. “No,
shifters don’t get diseases. Why do you ask?”

She looked his perfect muscle-clad body up and down. “Can
you smell when a woman is fertile, in heat or whatever?”

 
He sat up and pulled
her to him. “Why are you asking?”

Pushing at him,
Sandy
struggled until she gave up, knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere.
“Because every time I’ve been with either you or Zack, we haven’t
used a condom.
So I’m trying not to freak right now, as I’m not taking
any contraceptive.”

He sat her so she straddled him and cupped her face with
his hands. “Would it be so bad if you had our cubs?”

“Cubs!
I would give birth to cubs?” She tried to get away again,
but he wouldn’t let her go and held on tight.

“You would have shifter children, and they would come out
in human form. Most babies don’t have their first change until they are at
least a week old.”

She felt her eyes widen and she yanked his hands from her
face. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Jake let out a loud sigh and opened his mouth to answer
when Zack walked in and looked at both of them with a grin on his face.

“Can I join?”

She shot him a glare before she turned back to Jake to see
him shaking his head at Zack.

“Good. You’re both here, so answer me now.”

 
Jake groaned. “Any
woman, bar our mate, we can tell when they’re in heat.”

She relaxed in Jake’s arms for a moment, only to stiffen
again as she touched her neck. “What do you mean? Could I be pregnant?” She saw
Zack move into her line of sight.

“Yes. You could be.”

Jake squeezed her tight as she fought to get away. “Let me
go, Jake. Let me breathe. I need to breathe.”

 
He released her and
she backed away from them, hugging herself. Jake looked over at Zack and nodded
before he got off the couch and walked out of the room. She stared at Zack and
watched as he slowly came to her with his hands up.

“I can’t be pregnant. I’ve only just met you two. Oh God,
I’m a slut. I wouldn’t know who the father is.”
Sandy
looked around for her clothes, and then
stared longingly at the outside door. “I need to go outside. I need air.”

Zack came to stand in front of her. He tucked some hair
that had fallen over her face behind her ear. “Don’t ever call yourself that.
You’re our mate. And you were a virgin before we corrupted you.” He wiped the
tears that had escaped and were sliding down her cheeks.

“From now on, can we use a condom?”

She watched as he scrunched up his nose and his eyes
squinted, but he nodded.
“Yeah, sure, anything for you, my
Firebird.”
He pulled her to him and just held her, stroking her hair.

Sandy
closed her eyes and breathed in his woodsy
smell, loving the feel of his body against hers. She told herself not to worry,
that she was over reacting. She had maybe two weeks to wait until her monthly
friend came, so she would know if she was pregnant.
Sandy
told herself to worry about her dilemma
and the consequences then. She was a big girl, and if she wanted to play with
two alpha men, she had to tell them what she wanted.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed against him. “It’s lucky I
turned off the oven, otherwise our dinner would be wrecked.” She ran her hands
through her hair. “I’m going to go hop in the shower. When I get out, we’ll
have dinner.”

Zack nodded, turned on the TV, and made himself at home. As
she walked to her room, she passed a showered Jake, who smiled and pulled her
to him for a kiss. When they broke away, he left her panting and forgetting
what she’d intended to do.

****

Zack sat in his shop waiting for a client who’d rung to say
she would be late. He tried not to think about last night. After the no-condom
talk, everything had been awkward. They’d eaten in quiet and
Sandy
had gone to her bedroom right after
she’d eaten. She was asleep when he and Jake came in an hour or two later.

He knew Jake had been upset about her wanting to use
condoms and freaking out about having their baby. He and his bear were both
uneasy about using condoms. Zack wanted
Sandy
to be pregnant with his cubs. But he knew they needed to earn her trust.

Sandy
woke that morning like nothing happened, which
had eased him and Jake a bit. She’d rushed around to get ready for work, kissed
his and Jake’s cheeks, and left the house.

He and Jake had debated what they should do for the rest of
the morning until
they
themselves left for work. Did
they leave the conversation at what’d been said, or did they try to reassure
her that if she was pregnant they would be happy and support her? In the end,
they’d both decided to leave it and hope for the best.

Tonight he and Jake were going to get home early, make her
dinner, get some girly movies, and relax. Zack looked at the clock again.
Quarter to one.

“I don’t think this woman is going to come, Reggie. What
did she say when she booked?”

Reggie, one of his tattoo artists, shrugged.

“Look, man, you really need a receptionist.
Me
and the guys can’t keep answering the phone.”

Zack knew Reggie was right. “I know. Give me some time and
I’ll find someone. This time I promise she’ll have a brain.”

Reggie grinned. “I won’t say it wasn’t nice to have eye
candy while it lasted.” Reggie’s brow furrowed. “The chick who called yesterday
said she wanted a big tat and asked the hours it would take. Then she booked a
time and said she would let no one touch her skin except you. So I figured
she’d had something done by you before.”

 
Zack nodded, looked
out the door again, and then turned back to Reggie. “I’m going to my office.
Come get me if she shows up.”

Reggie winked at him and shooed him away.

Zack sat in his office until the faintest smell of honey
and strawberries wafted to him. He was reading over contractor reports for the
new shop and tried to ignore the smell, telling himself he had
Sandy
on the brain.

His mobile rang and he grabbed it. “Hello.”

“Mother’s up to something. It involves you and Jake and
some of our male cousins.” Blake sighed.

“How do you know this?”

“Dad mentioned something this afternoon when he came around
to help us with our move to the new house.”

Zack snarled. Of course their father never would ring him
and tell him what was going on. Only the golden boys in the family were told
anything.

“Ah, Zack, don’t be like that. I think he told me so I
would tell you. He’s not angry at you anymore, and you’re not eighteen looking
for ways to defy him.”

This time Zack moaned because he hated to admit it but
Blake was right. “Thanks for the warning. I can ignore Mum’s calls until I see
her next Sunday night.”

Blake agreed with him that was the best idea, said he would
see him Sunday, and hung up. Zack closed his eyes, trying not to think of
family dramas and how his mother would react when she found out another one of
her boys had mated a human, and it was a double mating like Brian’s and
Blake’s.

Sitting back on his chair, he told himself to forget his
family troubles and focus on the current one in front of him.

When his bear started prowling restlessly, thanks to
Sandy
’s smell that
lingered and wouldn’t go away, he stood and stretched. Zack’s stomach growled
and he went back out the front of the shop to ask if anyone else wanted
something to eat.

As he got closer to the front of his shop, the honey and
strawberry smell intensified. He paused as he passed the booths of tattoo
artists to stare at
Sandy
who sat behind the reception desk answering phone calls.

“Hello, Enjoyment Ink.” She held the phone on her shoulder
as she spoke and wrote. “I’m sorry, if you’ll give me a moment, I will just
double check that.” She turned to Steve, another of his artists, smiled at him,
and waited for him to finish talking to his client before she said, “You have a
man named Rob, who was booked in tonight, but he wanted to know if it’s
possible to change that to two days’ time, same time. I have checked your book
and you have someone at eight but not nine. I don’t know how long it
tak
—”

Steve cut her off. “No, it would have to be ten on that
night.” She nodded and turned back to the phone.
Sandy
didn’t seem to see him as she worked
behind the desk.

Strolling to her, he ignored the stares from his artists as
he wrapped his arms around Sandy and kissed her neck, lingering for a moment to
breathe her sweet smell in. “Hey, Firebird, what are you doing here? This is a
nice surprise.”

 
Sandy
turned in his arms and smiled up at
him. “Sorry I’m late. I’m your twelve thirty appointment. I had to come and see
what you really do.”

His heart soared that she’d taken the time to come and see
what he did and his shop.
Sandy
had already done more than his parents and brothers.

He lifted her up, and
Sandy
let out a squeak as his mouth came down on hers. Her arms wrapped around his
neck slowly at first. Then his tongue dived in, searching for hers, and she
gripped him tightly.