“Mmmm aha. Sounds good.”
Slater chuckled and put the lid of the toilet seat down and set her on it while he ran her shower and walked out. She watched him as she came down from her high. Sammy was so close to giving in to Slater and Brock. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer before she let them claim her. Sammy just wanted to be one hundred percent sure this time before she took any huge jumps in a relationship, like making love, becoming a mate, or moving in. She’d learnt her lesson.
****
It took Slater a while to calm his raging bear, who yelled at him to go mate their woman, but Slater knew that would be a bad idea. He wanted Sammy’s trust and wanted her to be ready and sure of herself when she let him and Brock claim her.
Adjusting his pants Slater wished Brock was here to help him calm his bear and assure him he was doing the right thing. He didn’t think the next time he was alone with Sammy he would be able to stop and not mate her. So tonight he needed to find things she liked to do that wouldn’t have them alone.
Opening the bag he brought he placed the M&M’s and popcorn, snack block, and chocolate milks on the table. He chose one of the action films, staying away from anything that could make the situation he was in worse.
Just as the first action movie was finishing Brock arrived, and Slater felt relieved that he would have help to resist Sammy. Brock sat himself next to Sammy on the sofa, and she leaned over and hugged and kissed him.
“How was work?”
Slater studied Brock and could see dark circles under his eyes, and his usual five o’clock shadow was more like a beard. Slater felt bad he hadn’t noticed the condition of Brock, but he’d had his own troubles and was trying hard not to let his bear take over.
Brock shrugged. “Same old. Nothing important.”
Slater’s whole body froze at the lie in Brock’s voice. Something was going on, and it was contributing to Brock’s stressed look. Brock shot him a glare, and Slater knew in that instant that whatever was going on wasn’t something Slater wanted to know.
Taking the focus off Brock, Slater wrapped his arms around Sammy and moved her so she lay across him. “So, I was thinking we should go to the theater or aquarium, maybe even the zoo?”
Sammy’s smile was bright and eager. “I’d love to go to a big theater production. My mother always wanted to take me to go see My Fair Lady or The Phantom of the Opera, but we never had the money.” Sammy snuggled between him and Brock. “The Phantom of the Opera is playing in Sydney, but it’s sold out. Maybe next time.”
Slater grinned and glanced over at Brock, who had a satisfied look on his face. He nodded, and Slater was happy for once the Bears’ name would help get them what they wanted. He would get Sammy The Phantom of the Opera tickets, even if he had to talk to Brock’s mother, Adele, and ask to use their box seats.
****
Slater and Brock had told her to get dressed tonight into something fancy. They were taking her somewhere special. Sammy didn’t have anything fancy. The closest thing she had was Sandy’s bridesmaid dress, so she got into that and did her hair in a neat braid.
Her doorbell rang, and she walked to the door and opened it letting out a gasp at the two men standing in suits before her. Slater’s dirty blond hair was slicked back with gel. His face was clean shaven, and his suit fit him like a glove. Oh my, Sammy thought.
Brock wore all black as always, but his suit made him look bigger, if possible, and more dangerous with his five o’clock shadow. Wow. Sammy clamped her thighs together as the sight of her two men brought her body to life instantly.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath in and regretted it as their honey and chocolate scent surrounded her. Snapping her eyes open she looked anywhere but at them. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open as at the end of her driveway a limo sat waiting.
Slater leaned forward with a gleam in his eyes and closed her gaping mouth. “Come on, beautiful. We don’t want to be late.” He brushed his lips over hers, and Brock grabbed her hand and guided her to the waiting limo.
Sammy got in the limo in a daze. Slater sat on one side and Brock on the other. “Where are we going?” She was dying to know where they were going. All they had told her was it was a surprise and she had to dress fancy.
Brock held her hand. “It’s a surprise. Be patient.”
Sammy shook her head and leaned back into the leather seat, excited to see what they’d done for her. They sat quiet for a while as Sammy took in her surroundings.
“So do you have anything planned this weekend? I have three wedding receptions, and some of my waitresses have come down with the flu.” Slater broke the silence.