John held up his hand. “Before either of you open your big mouths hear us out. Philip and I have talked about it. We don’t know if we could share for the rest of our lives. We have done a night or two with different women here or there, but a relationship is totally different.”
Philip smiled at Susie and winked at her. “We’re not shifter men, so as much as we know about shifters and that a mating is forever and that love the ultimate love, we don’t know if we can believe that. Today is the fourth time we’ve seen Gwen, and our attraction grows every time. The first time she saw us she was terrified and ran. The second she told us what she was to us and that nothing would be done. The third time, she kissed us, and well John and I haven’t been with a woman since. Seeing her today has put us on edge. We need to do something. We can’t live like this.”
Susie hugged Philip, and Sammy hugged John. “I will help you in whatever way you need.” John’s arms came around her.
“Thanks, Sammy. The same goes for you.”
Photos had been taken, and Sammy watched in wonder at the tension in Philip and John as they stood close or touched Gwen. Sammy could see Gwen’s eyes flash bear anytime one of the men touched her.
They were all now at the reception. Sammy knew Slater and Brock were already unhappy that she’d been partnered with John and hadn’t had a chance to be alone with them. Sammy hadn’t been to their table as they were seated with Brock’s parents and Slater’s. Sammy had avoided meeting Slater’s parents after the disastrous introduction to Adele.
Sammy could feel eyes on her as she ate dessert. Speeches had just finished, and she’d been grateful Susie was happy to do the speech. Sammy turned to the table Brock’s and Slater’s families sat at to see everyone staring at the bridal table. She noticed a brown haired man narrow his eyes on Gwen, then look to Philip and John.
Sandy stood and started going from table to table talking to her guests.
“Something’s going on,” John said beside her.
Philip came over to them and pulled her up. “Do you know why we were getting death stares? I also noticed you were getting some nasty ones, too.”
Brock came over and snarled at Philip. “You don’t need to hold her hand now.”
Phillip dropped his hand, and Sammy turned a glare at Brock. “Hello to you, too. There is no need to talk like that.”
Slater came up beside Brock. “Brock’s a bit on edge. His mother is on his case driving him and everyone nuts.”
Sammy felt bad for snapping at him and took both their hands. The DJ cleared his throat and tapped on the mic.
“Attention, ladies and gentlemen, the bride and grooms would like to do their first dances. Fist the bride will dance with Zack, then Jake. Her father will cut in, then her brother. If we could then have the bridesmaids with their partners, and then everyone may dance.”
Sandy took to the dance floor, and a slow waltz came on. She danced with Zack for half a song before Jake stepped in. Jake danced and was tapped on the shoulder by Sandy’s father. Philip smiled and joined the dance taking over from his father.
John winked at her. “See you on the dance floor. I better cut in before Philip embarrasses himself.”
Susie moaned beside her now. Sandy could see she was leaning heavily on Blake. “My feet hurt. I don’t want to dance.” She looked to Brian. “You better come save poor Philip after a second of dancing. I can barely hold myself up, and Philip has been pretty much holding me up all day. For him to hold me while dancing is just cruel.”
Brian leaned down and brushed his lips over Susie’s, and rubbed her belly. “I’ll carry you the rest of the night if you like.”
Susie deflated. “Sounds like heaven. Come on, Blake. Let’s get this dance over and done with.”
Sammy smiled at the love between Susie and her men as she let go of Brock’s and Slater’s hands and walked to the dance floor to have her dance with John.
When the song had almost finished with John, Brock pushed himself in front of her and pulled her close. “Have I told you how exquisite you look?” Brock’s fingers stroked up and down her back.
“No, you haven’t. Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Sammy reached up and rubbed her hand over his stubble. “One of these days I want to see you clean shaven and not in black.”
Brock leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “You’d have to be real good to see that.”
Sammy grinned up at Brock and wrapped her hands around his neck. “Something for me to look forward to.”
Brock nodded and held her close for the rest of the song. Slater took his spot when the song ended.