Hers(32)

Hanging up she looked at her men. “Let’s go. We have babies to go see.”

Slater sighed. “We were going to take you to a late dinner.” He shrugged. “I guess it’s takeout. I don’t mind though. I’m so looking forward to seeing Jake and Zack. Girls. Ha. Can you imagine it?”

Sammy laughed because throughout the whole pregnancy Sandy had prayed for girls. “Looks like Sandy’s prayers worked.”

Brock and Slater both held her hands, and they walked out of the casino. Sammy knew after what Slater and Brock had done for her tonight she would say yes to mating them when they asked again.

****

Sammy needed this. She loved Jane for organizing the girls’ weekend. Sammy was disappointed that Susie and Sandy couldn’t come, but they both had newborn babies and were breastfeeding. She, Jane, and Gwen were staying the night in a Sydney Hotel. This would be the first time that she’d gone on a girls’ night since the shifter killer mess.

Jane would be here any minute to pick her up and drive her in to the city. Sammy had her overnight bag sitting by the door ready, and she was really excited to get out and have fun with her friends.

Her doorbell rang, and Sammy practically danced to the front door, eager to get her weekend started. She opened the door surprised to see Brock. “Hi. What you doing here? I told you this weekend I was going out and having a girls’ weekend.”

Brock smiled, and his eyes shone with mischief. “I know. That’s why I bought you some presents.” He pulled out a bag that he’d had hidden behind his back and came into her house. Brock walked into the lounge room and sat on the sofa, pulled the bag to him and pulled out stuff. “I got some stuff for you to have in your bag. I bought pepper spray, a whistle, a new phone with all the numbers you need dialed into it, and a key torch.”

Sammy sat next to him on the sofa and looked at the items on the table and shook her head. “I’m going out dancing and will be staying with my friends the whole time.”

“Good. Never go anywhere without at least one of them with you, and never leave your drink unattended and don—”

“I have been out before. This is not my first night out.”

“I know, but you haven’t been out on a girls’ night since I’ve known you. I just want to make sure you’re safe. I’m a detective, and I see so many cases of woman who went out on girls’ nights and didn’t come ba—”

“Stop. I get it. You’re worried about me. I’ll be safe.” She leaned over and kissed him.

Brock seemed surprised, and it took him a moment to respond to her before he pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. His hands held her close to him and slipped under her shirt and slowly moved up to cup and caress her breasts. Sammy moaned as his tongue twisted with hers and his hips moved up rubbing against her tights.

His mouth tore from hers and nipped his way down her neck. “Angel, you taste so good. I want you so bad.”

Sammy arched into his bites and groaned in frustration as her new mobile that Brock had given her rang. The phone rang until it rang out. Then it rang again. Moving back she reached over and grabbed it. “Heeellloo.”

“Hey, beautiful, just wanted to tell you to have fun this weekend.” As Slater spoke, Brock lifted her shirt up and sucked her lace-covered nipple into his mouth. Sammy gasped at the warm, wet feeling. “You okay? What’s happening?”

Brock swapped to her other nipple and moved his hand up to tweak and massage her other breast. God. It felt so good. “Slater … I … haven’t … Oh, crap. Brock.”

Brock’s hands moved down to her tights. Brock’s mouth left her breast, and he whispered, “I’ll buy you a new pair.” And with that he ripped her tights off.

“Fuck. Brock better not claim you without me. I’ll be there in fifteen.” Slater swore on the other end of the phone.

Brock’s fingers strummed her clit then rubbed over it.

“No, Slater. Brock has to stop. My friend will be here any minute.”

Slater growled on the other end. “Fine. I’ll see you Sunday afternoon.” With that he hung up.

Sammy was so close to coming, and Brock must have known because he moved back up her body. “I want to taste you as you come. Give me something, please.”

Brock moved her onto the end of the sofa, placing a hand on her stomach to help her lie back. Brock moved off the sofa and kneeled on the lounge and moved her ripped tights and panties further down.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He drove his face between her legs, and she squealed as his lips touched her nub and his tongue came out and licked. She felt a finger ease in and out of her pussy and start a rhythm with his licks and sucks.