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Brock roared then buried his face into the side he’d bitten the other day and sank his teeth into her again. She felt the warmth of his cum as he let himself go.

Sammy felt fantastic. What she and Brock had done had felt amazing, but deep down someone felt like they were missing. She wished Slater were here.

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Sammy lay on top of him as he drew circles on her back. Brock moved her around so he could see her face. He was worried he’d been too rough. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nuuuhaa. That was so good.”

Brock chuckled and kissed her forehead. He loved this woman so much. He’d wondered if making sure she knew his boss and police family were behind her was such a good idea. Maybe Sammy wasn’t ready for the big barbeque. Sammy had been through so much. Maybe he should just let the undercover man they had do his work. Brock hatted all the waiting and wanted her safe, and she could never be properly safe if he didn’t bring justice to the people who hurt her.

“Do you think Slater will be upset because I told you first that I love you?” She leisurely rubbed her hands over him.

Brock couldn’t help the stupid grin he knew must be on his face as he thought about what she’d said. “He’ll get over it.”

Sammy sighed, and her breath tickled his already sensitive skin. “I’ll make it up to him tomorrow while you’re at work all day.”

“That might appease him.”

Brock took in a deep breath on her scent in. She smelled of peaches, honey, and him.

“I’ll find a special way to say it to him.”

Brock chuckled at the worry in Sammy’s voice. He didn’t think Slater would worry too much that she’d said she loved him first. As much as Brock hated to admit it, he knew Slater and he were pretty equal to Sammy.

“Don’t worry, angel. You’ll work it out.” He held her tighter to him and pulled her up so his lips brushed hers, lingering for a moment. “I don’t want to get up, but we have to go to the barbeque as my captain’s the one throwing it.”

Sammy groaned against him. “Can’t we just stay here like this?”

“I wish, but I said we would be there, and everyone is eager to meet you.”

Sammy made a strangled choking sound. “I can’t go now you’ve said that.”

Brock sat himself up bringing Sammy up with him so she straddled his lap. He cupped her face and ran his thumb over her cheek. “Why not?”

“Because not only did you rip my cop introduction clothes apart, you need to look in the mirror, ‘cos you are unbelievably hot. I’m not even in your league.” Sammy reached up and stroked his cheek. “Clean shaven, your hair all neat and slicked back.” She messed his hair up, running her fingers through it. “And in the clothes, you were wearing you’re a high ten. I’m lucky when I stand next to you if I’m a seven.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He wondered why she was going on about numbers.

“You. I’m talking about how you are way out of my league, both you and Slater. I usually don’t care what people think, but today though, you looked like a friggin’ GQ model when I saw you. I’ve already had bad experience with cops. Going with you looking the way you do is just asking for trouble.”

If he ever got his hands on Greg again he would kill the bastard. He hoped tonight he would learn something to get Greg’s helpers put away. Brock knew most of the guys from Greg’s division, and he’d been so shocked at first by what they’d let happen. After working with the DEA he wasn’t shocked anymore, just angry.

“Did other cops say stuff like Greg did?” Brock thought he would try once more to ask for information from Sammy.

Sammy shrugged, averted her gaze and moved out of his hands to his side.

“What did they say?”

“Nothing. Well, nothing was said directly to me. It was said snidely and behind my back. Most of it had to do with other things.” Sammy looked anywhere but at him.

He frowned. “Like what?”

Sammy got off his lap and the bed. She stood and walked to the bathroom. “Don’t worry. Forget about it. Let’s get ready and go before we’re even later.”

Snarling at the situation he was in. Brock listened as the bathroom taps turned on, and he wondered if he should let the conversation go to keep the peace for now, or keep pushing to find out what he wanted to know. He was ready to beat the shit out of any man that had harmed Sammy. Brock was starting to doubt his bosses plan would work. He wanted to see if they would crack though. It was why he agreed to the barbeque. Surely Breakaway precinct wouldn’t be stupid enough to hurt Sammy with everyone watching them.

Sammy hated his aggressive side. He knew he should leave it. After tonight with his work collages and boss fishing for information, Brock would have fences to mend, and he hoped Sammy would forgive him.

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