Hers(9)

Adjusting his pants Brock cleared his throat and mumbled, “I’ll buy all this for you.”

“Um, I … ah … I can buy this. I know it’s a winner at least.” Sammy beamed up at him, and he knew he was a goner. His heart beat faster, and he told himself he would do anything to see that look on her face again.

Holy shit. What the fuck was going on with him? Sammy was turning him into a pussy, and if he wasn’t careful he would end up like his father, cousin, and brothers.

Brock turned to see Slater’s fist clenched at his side as he moaned. “Oh beautiful, it’s more than a winner.”

Crap! He wanted a mate, but he didn’t want to be led around by his cock for the rest of his life. He was a cop. A detective. They called him Gurkha because he took no prisoners. Everyone was scared of him. Most women only dated him to be with the dark, dangerous man. He knew Sammy would prefer if he wasn’t any of those things. Shit, could he be a true mate to Sammy? He raked frustrated fingers through his hair and knew he needed to get away and think.

“I need to go to work. I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll do lunch again, and after I can take you for your first driving lesson if you’d like.”

Sandy smiled. “That sounds great. Are you sure you’re okay to teach me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ll bring the car Slater and I decided will be best for you to learn in tomorrow.”

Brock practically ran out of the store. He would pop by the gym and see his brothers. He needed to talk to them and remind himself why he wanted a mate, and that his brothers were happy. He’d never been worried before that a woman was changing him, but this woman was important. He called his partner and told him to meet him at his brothers’ gym.

His brother Blake was at their gym teaching boxing. Brock watched as Blake showed no mercy to guy he was training. Blake showed the guy a better way to move and gave his student a good workout. When the guy was dripping with sweat Blake came over to him.

“What’s up? Why are you here at this time? Is something wrong? Do you need a place to hide from Mum? Or are you here to hide from your mate? Because you have a scared look on your face. What did she do? Cry all over you? Make you watch a film that didn’t have people shooting at each other?”

“Well mating hasn’t changed you. You’re still a dickhead.”

Brock dodged Blake’s fist. “Fuck you, bro.”

“No thanks. I don’t do incest. Fate has already fucked enough with us Bear men by mating two bears to one woman and a human at that.” Brock knew he sounded harsh, but he was still pissed he had to share Sammy.

“You sound like Mum. And you’re only looking at the bad things. Think of it the way I do. Brian and I work together to protect Susie and be with her and love her. We share any problem any of us have, and there is always someone to listen.” Blake sighed and wiped his face with a towel. “Be grateful, trust me. I love Susie, but the twins are due any day, and I should be off work but I’m scared to go home. I think Susie looks gorgeous plump with my child, but she cries at the drop of a hat, and she won’t stop going on about how fat she thinks she is. No matter what I say I never say it right. I have been thanking God that I have Brian as I only have to put up with half the whining, the cleaning, crying, and half the work. I will say again, trust me when I say that if you ever knock Sammy up you will feel the same as me and be grateful for Slater.”

Brock stared at his brother for a moment to see if he was joking, but he was deadly serious. Brock studied Blake to see the tired strained look on Blake’s face. Wow, his brother looked like shit. Brock laughed. He couldn’t help it. Blake, who’d used to be the biggest ladies’ man, was worn out by a woman, scared to go home in case he said the wrong thing.

This time Brock didn’t dodge in time the fist to the face and gut. “I’m so glad you find this funny, fuck-wit. Here Brian and I have been nothing but supportive of you, Slater, and Sammy, and you’re an asshole to me when I need some support back. If you ask me I think Sammy is too good for you. She’s quiet and wouldn’t know how to stick up for herself against you. I think one of the women Mother wants you to mate with would be better for you. They’re ice cold. Perfect for you.”

Okay, that was just cruel. Brock stopped laughing. “In the ring now before I get a lot of your blood on the floor where it’s harder to get off.”

Taking off his shirt he got in the ring as he heard his partner. “Blake, you idiot, that was just stupid to say. Now I have to sit around and watch while he beats the crap out of you for ten minutes.”