Brock could see Sammy’s eyes scanning his face. “You put me through last night because you wanted me safe and because you feel like you contribute nothing to this relationship? Because your mother is a stupid, spiteful bitch?”
“Um, yeah. I also wanted to make sure what happened to you doesn’t happen to anyone else. Don’t you want those who hurt you brought to proper justice?”
Sammy nodded and yanked her hands out of his hold. “Why haven’t you told me this before?”
“It’s not something I wanted you to know. I have already failed.”
“Ha, I don’t know about fail, but pissed me off majorly, that is a given.” Sammy held his hand and took a deep breath slowly letting it out. “You are not inadequate. You’re a huge part of this relationship. You’re the only one who’s had the patience to teach me to drive. You were the only one before last night who could calm me when I have a panic attack and go to my safe place. But put aside all that, you are the man I love. One of the men I love. I love you and Slater. I don’t know any other men who would have been as patient as you two or as supportive. I talked to Gwen, and she said shifters don’t usually wait as long as you did to take your mates. Most shifters are like your brothers. They take what they want and damn the consequences.” Sammy closed her eyes and pulled him along. “I’m still fuming mad and hurt at what you did, Brock, but I can see where you’re coming from. I have felt what you felt of never being good enough with Greg. I know you feel what you did was for me. I’d know if you were lying because Slater is pissed.”
Sammy turned and winked at Slater. “There are some benefits to having two men, especially when they’re angry with each other. Come on. Let’s go inside. I need you both to hold me.”
Brock saw out the corner of his eye Slater’s smirk. He took deep breaths in and relaxed when he couldn’t smell pain or hurt radiating out of Sammy.
Following her as she pulled him inside he thanked every god he could think of that she forgave him and still loved him. Brock promised he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her again, and he would learn to communicate even if it killed him.
****
Sammy dragged Slater and Brock to their bedroom. She’d awoken in bed alone and gone in search of Slater, only to see out the window of the upstairs lounge room two big bears attacking each other. Knowing instantly who they were she had gone out to separate them.
She still felt the pain and betrayal of what Brock had done, but in the morning light she could see that what he’d done was the right thing if it saved other people. When the boys changed back and Brock finally explained why he’d put her in the situation yesterday, she needed to know they both loved her and still wanted her. Sammy also wanted to make sure Brock knew he wasn’t inadequate. He was important and an equal in their relationship.
Letting go of them, she undid her robe and climbed onto the bed. “Come cuddle me.” She couldn’t help the huge smile spread over her face as two naked men got on the bed. Slater came on her left and Brock on her right. Turning to Brock she snuggled into him. “I’m still furious at you, and my trust will take a while to come back. Don’t stay quiet anymore. Talk to me, or if not me, talk to Slater. What you did was wrong. Breakaway precinct being there was sprung on me after I’d been there and thought I was safe. I’m telling you now, Brock, I will never go to a police barbeque ever again. That’s a promise.”
Sammy closed her eyes and leaned into Brock wrapping her arms around him and listening to his heartbeat as Slater rubbed her back.
Brock cleared his throat. “Angel, you’re my first real relationship. Before you, my relationships were two of us getting what we wanted and parting ways. You have changed the game for me. What I’m doing right now I’ve never done with another woman.”
Sammy closed her eyes relishing the soothing touches of her men. She liked knowing she was the only woman that Brock had lain in bed and cuddled.
“I wanted to make sure you are safe. I need you. I love waking up to you in the mornings. I love coming home to you. Even when you weren’t living with us it felt so good to know I could come and see you and you would touch and hold me. I love knowing you’re mine. Ours.”
Brock kissed her lips gently at first before his tongue slipped into her mouth. Slater’s hand came down her back and massaged her arse. She felt Slater’s hot breath on her skin, and her relaxed body came alive at the feeling of both her men. Sammy didn’t want to talk anymore. She wanted her men to make love to her.