“Will you teach me to drive?”
“Sure. I said I would. Just tell me what time suits you.”
Wow. He meant it. “Will you teach me in this car?”
“If you want. It’s probably the safest car to teach you in. My other cars are sports cars.”
“I don’t know if I could drive this. I’d feel like I was driving a truck.”
Slater leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “Whatever you want to learn in I’ll teach you.” Slater kissed her, and she let her satisfaction at his answer show. She held him to her and devoured him. Her arousal intensified, and she breathed in and tasted his chocolate and honey smell.
Slater groaned and pulled away. “You’re killing me, beautiful.” Slater stroked her cheek before he walked around to his side of the car.
“I can teach you as well. Plus you can then say you were police trained.”
Sammy grinned at Brock as he moved into the spot Slater just vacated. “Really. I could, could I?”
Brock leaned down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Between Slater and me you’ll be the best driver out there.”
Her heartbeat picked up. Warmth settled over her, and she felt great. She laughed and pulled Brock closer to her. “You two have just gone up in my eyes. I’m not working at the moment. So any time will be perfect.” She pulled Brock’s lips to hers and showed her appreciation.
So far so good. Not at all like Greg.
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Brock couldn’t believe he was enjoying himself. He hated shopping with a passion, but with Sammy it was different. She didn’t take twenty minutes to decide if she liked a shirt or half an hour trying on clothes. She didn’t complain that they didn’t have something in her size or she thought she looked too big, or one of her assets was too small for the clothes to look right. Sammy laughed and smiled and didn’t go into every single shop. She knew what she wanted and what she liked.
Brock stood with Slater by the changing room doors talking about teaching Sammy to drive. He had a new Commodore that would be perfect for her to learn in. It wasn’t like his big SUV or his and Slater’s sports cars. Also while they’d waited at the last shop he’d called his insurance company and put Sammy on his car insurance, and they’d advised him that the cheapest car in his collection for her to drive was his Commodore. So he and Slater had decided that would be her car.
“If Sammy is okay I’ll give her her first driving lesson tomorrow. I have to put in overtime, and it would be good if my bear and I got our fix of her…” Brock trailed off as he saw Sammy.
Sammy came out of the changing rooms in a little black dress that hugged every one of her generous curves. Brock nearly came in his pants as Sammy smiled at them and turned. “Can one of you do the last of the zipper up at the back?” She gathered her thick brown hair and moved it to the side.
Brock glared at Slater as he stepped to Sammy and took his time doing the back of her dress up. Brock wanted his hands lingering on Sammy’s neck. He wanted to be closer to her, breathing in her fresh peaches and honey scent, skimming his fingers over her smooth skin.
Brock watched as Sammy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her eyes and stepped forward out of Slater’s reach. She then waved the sales assistant over.
“Do you have any black strappy shoes in a size eight?”
The saleswoman smiled at Sammy. “Yes. I know just the shoes that would look great with this dress.”
The woman zipped off and came back with two shoe boxes giving them to Sammy. Sammy put them on a chair beside her and opened one. Brock watched in agony as Sammy bent over and took her shoes off and replaced them with black strappy heels. With her arse in the air he could see the red lacy j-string hidden between her two round globes. Images of him rubbing his cock between those two arse checks, or holding them together as he slid his dick in and out of her had him groaning and adjusting himself.
Fuck this. Brock didn’t care where they were. He forgot to take it slow and stalked towards her. When Sammy stood up in the high shoes, they emphasized her shapely legs, and he growled pulling her to him and devouring her.
As she gasped his tongue found hers, and he sucked on it, enjoying her peaches and honey taste. His bear clawed at him to claim her, to taste more of her. To show Sammy that they were hers, and they wanted her more than they’d ever wanted anything in their life.
“You’ll get us kicked out for indecent exposure if you keep up.” Slater’s voice sounded rough, and Brock reluctantly pulled away from a dazed Sammy, who looked so hot with her brown eyes ablaze with need. Brock was ready to carry her out and speed home or to a quiet area and claim what he wanted.