Hers(35)

Sammy was grateful to her friends for coming over to support her, but as soon as they’d told her the news, Sammy had wanted the love of her two men, not the sympathy and worry in her friends’ faces. Sammy hadn’t believed what she was hearing at first, when they’d both sat and told her that Greg had gotten out on good behavior. Sammy cried and cursed the world and anyone around her. She was so angry at herself for letting Greg do this and always being able to get her into such a mess.

After a couple of hours she stopped crying and told herself she needed to be strong. Greg would be a fool to come after her. He would end up straight back in jail or dead if her men had a say.

Sammy listened to her friends, but all the time she couldn’t wait for her men to come to her. She wanted Brock and Slater to take her away, to make her forget all about Greg. It was time she was ready for them to make her their mate. Not giving herself time to change her mind she got off the sofa and hugged both Slater and Brock. “Take me home, please. Make me yours.”

Before she’d even finished her sentence Brock carried her out of her house and down to Slater’s car. Slater opened the passenger door, and Brock placed her in, did up her seatbelt and got in to the back seat as Slater came around, opened the driver’s door, got in, shut the door, started the car and zoomed off.

They drove in silence, the tension so thick in the air Sammy could almost see it and crack it. It wasn’t until Sammy looked around and saw they were heading toward where Susie lived that she realized she’d never been to Slater and Brock’s house. Sammy had no idea where they lived. They’d always been at her house. Sammy had never had the need to go to their house.

“Where do you live?” Do you live together or apart?” Sammy felt terrible she hadn’t asked these questions before. She’d been selfish, staying in her comfort zone, scared to venture out. Sammy should have asked where they lived. From now on she would ask questions. She would learn from her mistakes.

“We live a couple of houses down from Susie and her brood. We bought the house only a couple of months ago as soon as it came on the market. Brock’s and my hope is that you would move in and live with us.”

Sammy nodded and stared out the window in anticipation at seeing the house they’d bought. She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t seen the house to know if she liked it and was willing to move. Sammy was comfortable where she was in Susie’s old house.

Slater passed Susie’s turn off and drove for another couple of minutes before he turned down a bumpy, rocky road with lots of twist and turns. He slowed as they came around a wide bend, and then a big timber house that looked almost like a giant wooden cubby house was in front of her. It sat perfectly against the forest background with its gleaming wood style. The roof was a dark blue color bond, which fit nicely with the dark rustic blue wooden balcony that surrounded the whole top part of the square house.

“It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see inside.” Sammy glanced at Slater to see him beaming at her.

“I’m glad you like it. Brock and I can’t wait to show you it.” Slater parked out the front.

Brock got out first and came and opened her door and guided her to the elaborate carved wooden double doors. Slater stepped forward and undid the door and went to the side panel and typed a code into the alarm.

Slater took one of her hands, and Brock took the other as they took her through the home. The home was set out differently from Susie’s. The bedrooms were downstairs with three bathrooms, and upstairs was a big open plan kitchen, dining, and family room. In the far left corner there was another toilet and bathroom.

The house was amazing, but there was hardly any furniture. It was sparsely placed, and what furniture there was very bland and bachelor-like. Her men must have seen her eyeing the furnishings because Brock spoke for the first time since entering the house.

“We didn’t choose anything for the house because we thought you’d like to do that. Sammy, we want you to live here with us. We want you to be our mate. We are dying to be with you and make you ours. Please don’t make us wait any longer.” He stroked her cheek, and she leaned into his touch.

“I’m not going to make you wait any longer. I was going to tell you both tonight that I’m ready to be your mate.”

Two male groans of satisfaction were her response before Brock picked her up and ran with her down the stairs. “Our first time with you will be special, and it will be in a bed,” he whispered as his lips trailed kisses down her neck.

Sammy gripped him tight around the neck and watched as he walked into the second room she’d seen, the one with the biggest bed she’d ever laid eyes on. Brock placed her gently on the bed and stared down at her.