Page 6 of Hers

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Brock couldn’t believe he was enjoying himself. He hated shopping with a passion, but with Sammy it was different. She didn’t take twenty minutes to decide if she liked a shirt or take half an hour trying on clothes. She didn’t complain that they didn’t have something in her size, or she thought she looked too big, or one of her assets was too small for the clothes to look right. Sammy laughed and smiled and didn’t go into every single shop. She knew what she wanted and what she liked. Brock thought she looked beautiful in everything she’d showed them.

Brock stood with Slater by the changing room doors talking about teaching Sammy to drive. He had a new Commodore that would be perfect for her to learn in. It wasn’t like his big SUV or his and Slater’s sports cars. While they’d waited at the last shop he’d called his insurance company and put Sammy on his policies, and they’d advised him that the cheapest car in his collection for her to drive was his Commodore. So he and Slater had decided that would be her car.

“If Sammy is okay, I’ll give her, her first driving lesson tomorrow. I have to put in overtime, and it would be good if my bear and I got our fix of her…” Brock trailed off as he saw Sammy.

Sammy came out of the changing rooms in a little black dress that hugged every one of her generous curves. Brock nearly came in his pants as Sammy smiled at them and turned. “Can one of you do the last of the zipper up at the back?” She gathered her thick brown hair and moved it to the side.

Brock glared at Slater as he stepped towards Sammy and took his time doing the back of her dress up. Brock wanted his hands lingering on Sammy’s neck as long as he she would allow. He wanted to be closer to her, breathing in her fresh peaches and honey scent, skimming his fingers over her smooth skin.

Brock watched in the mirror as Sammy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and stepped forward out of his reach. She then waved the sales assistant over.

“Do you have any black strappy shoes in a size eight?”

The saleswoman smiled at Sammy. “Yes. I know just the shoes that would look great with this dress.”

The woman zipped off and came back with two shoe boxes giving them to Sammy. Sammy put them on a chair beside her and opened one. Brock watched in agony as Sammy bent over and took her shoes off and replaced them with black strappy heels. With her arse in the air, he could see the red lacy j-string hidden between her two round globes. Images of him rubbing his cock between her arse checks, or holding them together as he slid his dick in and out of her, had him groaning and adjusting himself.

Fuck this. Brock didn’t care where they were. He forgot he and Slater had agreed to take it slow and stalked towards her. When Sammy stood up in the high shoes, they emphasized her shapely legs, and he growled pulling her to him and claiming her lips devouring her.

As she gasped his tongue found hers, and he sucked on it, enjoying her peaches and honey taste. His bear clawed at him to claim her, to taste more of her. To show Sammy that they were hers, and they wanted her more than they’d ever wanted anything in their life.

“You’ll get us kicked out for indecent exposure if you keep up.” Slater’s voice sounded rough, and Brock reluctantly pulled away from a dazed Sammy, who looked so hot with her brown eyes ablaze with need. Brock was ready to carry her out and speed home or to a quiet area and claim what he wanted.

Adjusting his pants Brock cleared his throat and mumbled, “I’ll buy all this for you.”

“Um … I … ah … I can buy this. I know it’s a winner at least.” Sammy beamed up at him, and he knew he was a goner. His heart beat faster, and he told himself he would do anything to see that look on her face again.

Holy shit. What the fuck was going on with him? Sammy was turning him into a pussy, if he wasn’t careful, he would end up like his father, cousin, and brothers.

Brock turned to see Slater’s fist clenched at his side as Slater moaned. “Oh beautiful, it’s more than a winner.”

Crap!He wanted a mate, but he didn’t want to be led around by his cock for the rest of his life. He was a cop. A detective. They called him Gurkha because he took no prisoners. Everyone was scared of him. Most women only dated him to be with the dark, dangerous man. He knew Sammy would prefer if he wasn’t any of those things. Shit, could he be a true mate to Sammy? He raked frustrated fingers through his hair and knew he needed to get away and think.

“I need to go to work.” Brock leaned down and kissed her check. “I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll do lunch again, and after I can take you for your first driving lesson if you’d like.”

Sandy smiled. “That sounds great. Are you sure you’re okay to teach me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ll bring the car Slater and I decided will be best for you to learn in tomorrow.”

Brock practically ran out of the store. He would pop by the gym and see his brothers. He needed to talk to them and remind himself why he wanted a mate, and that his brothers were happy. He’d never been worried before that a woman was changing him, but this woman was important. He called his partner and told him to meet him at his brothers’ gym.

His brother Blake was at their gym teaching boxing. Brock watched as Blake showed no mercy to the guy he was training. Blake showed the guy a better way to move and gave his student a good workout. When the guy was dripping with sweat, Blake came over to him.

“What’s up? Why are you here at this time? Is something wrong? Do you need a place to hide from Mum? Or are you here to hide from your mate? Because you have a scared look on your face. What did she do? Cry all over you? Make you watch a film that didn’t have people shooting at each other?”

“Well mating hasn’t changed you. You’re still a dickhead.” He rolled his eyes at his brother’s snarky tone. He’d always been the brother he got on best with as they had similar personality.

Brock dodged Blake’s fist. “Fuck you, bro.”

“No thanks. I don’t do incest. Fate has already fucked enough with us Bear men by mating two bears to one woman and a human at that.” Brock knew he sounded harsh, but he was still pissed he had to share Sammy.

“You sound like Mum. And you’re only looking at the bad things. Think of it the way I do. Brian and I work together to protect Susie and be with her and love her. We share any problem any of us have, and there is always someone to listen.” Blake sighed and wiped his face with a towel. “Be grateful, trust me. I love Susie, but the twins are due any day, and I should be off work, but I’m scared to go home. I think Susie looks gorgeous plump with my child, but she cries at the drop of a hat, and she won’t stop going on about how fat she thinks she is. No matter what I say I never say it right. I have been thanking God that I have Brian as I only have to put up with half the whining, the cleaning, crying, and half the work. I will say again, trust me when I say that if you ever knock Sammy up you will feel the same as me and be grateful for Slater.”

Brock stared at his brother for a moment to see if he was joking, but he was deadly serious. Brock studied Blake to see the tired strained look on his face. Wow, his brother looked like shit. Brock laughed. He couldn’t help it, Blake, who’d used to be the biggest ladies’ man, was worn out by a woman, scared to go home in case he said the wrong thing.

This time Brock didn’t dodge in time the fist to the face and gut. “I’m so glad you find this funny, fuck-wit. Here Brian and I have been nothing but supportive of you, Slater, and Sammy, and you’re an asshole to me when I need some support back. If you ask me, I think Sammy is too good for you. She’s quiet and wouldn’t know how to stick up for herself against you. I think one of the women Mother wants you to mate with would be better for you. They’re ice cold. Perfect for you.”

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