by Hazel Gower
“You have to stop. Your smell has me and my bear fighting not throw you over our shoulder and rip these clothes to sheds.” Brock’s arms came around her, and he pulled her close. “You’re making it really hard to keep my promise to my boss that I go to this barbeque.”
Sammy felt like she was drowning as she gazed into Brock’s eyes. He didn’t want her to wear these clothes to meet his cop friends? Oh shit. He’d just sealed his fate. Sammy was head over heels in love with Brock.
She loved Slater, too. He was easy to talk to, and he always listened and gave her an honest opinion. Slater hugged her all the time, held her hand, and was always touching her. Brock was her brooding lover, closed mouthed. His touches were abrupt and unsure, except when he kissed her, and then he was unbelievable. He always left her breathless and wanting more.
Brock lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs and arms around him. He walked down the hall to their room. His hands gripped her arse, and he ground her covered pussy against him.
“Let me have just a little bit, angel.” His voice sounded gutted.
Sammy was placed on the end of the bed. Brock’s finger came up, and he stroked the side of her face.
“I would love to know what you’re thinking about right now.”
“You. I’m thinking I want to try just a little bit of y—” Sammy was cut off as Brock’s mouth took hers and his hands ripped her grey top.
Brock’s warms fingertips trailed over her lace-covered breasts, and he gently laid her back on the bed. Her own hands slid under his shirt, and she ran her fingers over his tight, toned chest. His scent surrounded her, inflaming her body as she had learnt happened any time he or Slater were close. His hands moved down her body, and he lifted her up with one hand and ripped her pants off.
His mouth left hers, and she panted for breath as he groaned. “Sammy, I need you. Let me taste you.”
His lips skimmed over her breast leaving light kisses over her stomach. His fingers slid her panties down, and she helped lifting her body up. When his lips reached her pussy he gently parted her folds and kissed her clit before licking it and sucking it in.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” Sammy gripped the sheets in anticipation as he repeated the process over and over. She could feel her body building to release, and his tongue pressed into her core.
“You taste better than I imagined. I want more.” Brock growled against her, causing her body to quiver in anticipation.
Sammy squealed as he ate her up. Brock licked and sucked her clit, and his growls fueled her fire. She craved the release that she could feel just within her reach. Sammy reached down and gripped his hair as she arched up into his mouth. His growls got louder, and the vibrations sent blissful shivers over her body. A think finger slid into her core, and she groaned wanting more.
“More. Please more.”
His finger went in deeper, and his other hand held her open to him as he devoured her. A second finger got added, and together they pumped in and out of her. Sammy reached for her release and screamed out her pleasure as his fingers went in deep and Brock sucked her clit in hard.
Her body shattered. She let go of his hair and pulled him up. “Come up to me.”
Brock came up and lay beside her.
“No. Not over there. I want you here.” She pointed to her chest. “I want to feel you against me.”
“Please, angel, if I did that I would make love to you. I’m holding on by a thin thread. We will be late.”
She rolled over and on top of him. She looked down at him and knew she didn’t want anything else. “Make love to me.” Sammy rubbed her pussy against him. She could feel his rock hard erection through his jeans.
“Fuuuuccckk.” He swapped their positions so she was on the bottom, and then he stood and quick as lighting his shirt and jeans were off. His boxers followed.
Sammy caught a glimpse of bronzed toned skin, before he was on top of her again. “You sure, angel? Slater might get funny. We haven’t made love without him.”
Sammy pulled him down to her, and her mouth captured his and she kissed him to show how sure she was. She ran her hands down his back and rested on his perfect arse, giving it a squeeze.
Brock’s hands caressed her breasts, and his cock rubbed against her. He pulled his mouth from hers.
His cock sank into her inch by inch, and she’d never felt anything like this. It had never been like this with Greg. Sammy stared up at Brock’s fierce face as he eased himself into her. He looked like a dark angel on his last thread of sanity.
Brock pumped faster and faster, like he was crazed and needed to possess her. He rolled them over so she was on top, and in a guttural voice he moaned, “Ride me. I want to come when you come. I want to see your face as I pour myself into you.
His dirty talk gave her incentive. Sammy picked herself up and slammed herself down on his thick cock. Brock’s hands came up to cup her breasts and skim over the tips of her nipples.
Sammy stared down at his intense look, the planes of Brock’s perfect face straining in concentration. Reaching down she stroked his cheek. “I love you so much.” She leaned down and kissed him.
Brock snarled and pulled her off him. Sammy was scared for a moment she’d said something wrong, but he flipped her over so she was on all fours and he draped himself over her.
“Hold on to something because I’m going to show you you’re mine.”
He lined his dick up to her and slammed home. Sammy’s grunt turned into a moan as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust into her again and again. Sammy had never been taken like this. And the feel of Brock draped over her back, his cock pumping into her, had Sammy so turned on she couldn’t last any longer. Sammy let herself go, pushing back against him and screaming her pleasure as she felt her core squeeze around him.
Brock roared then buried his face into the side he’d bitten the other day and sank his teeth into her again. She felt the warmth of his cum as he let himself go.
Sammy felt fantastic. What she and Brock had done had felt amazing, but deep down someone felt like they were missing. She wished Slater was here.
****
Sammy lay on top of him as he drew circles on her back. Brock moved her around so he could see her face. He was worried he’d been too rough. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Nuuuhaa. That was so good.”
Brock chuckled and kissed her forehead. He loved this woman so much. He’d been in doubt about what he was doing today with the help of his boss, but he wanted her safe, and she could never be properly safe if he didn’t bring justice to the people who hurt her.
“Do you think Slater will be upset because I told you first that I love you?”
Brock couldn’t help the stupid grin he knew must be on his face as he thought about what she’d said. “He’ll get over it.”
Sammy sighed, and her breath tickled his already sensitive skin. “I’ll make it up to him tomorrow while you’re at work all day.”
“That might appease him.”
Brock took in a deep breath on her scent in. She smelled of peaches, honey, and him.
“I’ll find a special way to say it to him.”
Brock chuckled at the worry in Sammy’s voice. He didn’t think Slater would worry too much that she’d said she loved him first. As much as Brock hated to admit it, he knew Slater and he were pretty equal to Sammy.
“Don’t worry, angel. You’ll work it out.” He pulled her tighter to him and pulled her up so his lips brushed her hers, lingering for a moment. “I don’t want to get up, but we have to go to the barbeque as my captain’s the one throwing it.”
Sammy groaned against him. “Can’t we just stay here like this?”
“I wish, but I said we would be there, and everyone is eager to meet you.”
Sammy made a strangled choking sound. “I can’t go now you’ve said that.”
Brock sat himself up bringing Sammy up with him so she straddled his lap. He cupped her face and ran his thum
b over her cheek. “Why not?”
“Because not only did you rip my cop introduction clothes apart, you need to look in the mirror, ‘cos you are unbelievably hot. I’m not even in your league.” Sammy reached up and stroked his cheek. “Clean shaven, your hair all neat and slicked back.” She messed his hair up, running her fingers through it. “And in the clothes you were wearing you’re a high ten. I’m lucky when I stand next to you if I’m a seven.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You. I’m talking about how you are way out of my league, both you and Slater. I usually don’t care what people think, but today though, you looked like a friggin’ GQ model when I saw you. I’ve already had bad experience with cops. Going with you looking the way you do is just asking for trouble.”
If he ever got his hands on Greg again he would kill the bastard. He hoped tonight he would learn something to get Greg’s helpers put away. Brock knew most of the guys from Greg’s division, and he’d been so shocked at first by what they’d let happen. After working with the DEA he wasn’t shocked anymore, just angry.
“Did other cops say stuff like Greg did?” Brock thought he would try once more to ask for information from Sammy.
Sammy shrugged, averted her eyes and moved out of his hands to his side.
“What did they say?”
“Nothing. Well, nothing was said directly to me. It was said snidely and behind my back. Most of it had to do with other things.” Sammy looked anywhere but at him.
He frowned. “Like what?”
Sammy got off his lap and the bed. She stood and walked to the bathroom. “Don’t worry. Forget about it. Let’s get ready and go before we’re even later.”
Snarling at the situation he was in, Brock listened as the bathroom taps turned on, and he wondered if he should let the conversation go to keep the peace for now, or find out what he wanted and know who he should beat the shit out of, if the plan went accurately tonight.
Brock knew Sammy hated his aggressive side. He knew he should leave it. He knew after tonight he would have fences to mend, but he didn’t like going into a situation without all the information.
Getting out of bed he went to the bathroom, opened the shower door, and got in. Sammy got out, and Brock could smell how scared Sammy was as well as the waves of worry and unworthiness. He would find out what was said and who said what and why she was so scared.
Sammy barely said anything as she got dressed into a black and red floral dress. She wore black strappy heels and red lip-gloss and pink eye-shadow. She looked gorgeous with her hair down framing her beautiful face.
Brock could feel Sammy’s nerves, but any time he tried asking about who or what was said she shut down.
They arrived at his captain’s house only twenty minutes late. He got out of the car and opened Sammy’s door. She got out and straightened her outfit.
“You look beautiful.” He reached for her hand and held it. Before they reached the door he brought her hand up and kissed. “You’ll do great.”
He watched fascinated as she narrowed her eyes, took a deep breath, nodded, straightened her back, and plastered a grim smile on her face. “Come on. Let’s get this over with before I chicken out and get a taxi home or beg Slater to throw his kitchen into chaos and come and get me.”
They walked around the back where the music was on and the smell of the barbeque came from. Sammy gripped his hand tight as they went into the barbeque.
Brock took them straight over to his captain, who was at two large barbeques with an apron on that read “I can do it all because I’m the boss”.
“Brock, I see you finally got here. We’ve all been waiting for you as I think this is maybe the second event you’ve ever been to. I think the first I made it compulsory for you to come. Why are you late? Did you get lost or forget the time I said this started?”
Brock rolled his eyes. His captain was a bad actor, very over the top, but he went along with it. It was true Brock didn’t go to the big events, but he’d been around to his captain’s house for dinner every couple of months. “It’s the third. I learned my lesson after the one you made compulsory for me to come to. You’re worse than a bunch of old women, even worse than my mother, and she drives me nuts. I don’t need to be set up. I can find my own woman.”
His captain laughed. “Yes, I can see. Are you going to introduce her or stand there arguing and whining?” His captain winked at Sammy.
Glaring at the older man Brock looked down to see a genuine smile on Sammy’s face. “Captain, this is Sammy, Sammy, captain.”
Sammy held her hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Captain…”
“Captain Roth, but you may call me Albert.”
“I didn’t know your name was Albert?” A couple of guys from Brock’s unit yelled behind them.
“It’s not to any of you idiots, but it is to this lovely lady who must be a saint to put up with Brock.”
Sammy let go of his hand and giggled. “Albert, is there anything I can do to help? Is your wife or partner inside? Do they need help?”
“My wife and daughter are in the kitchen.” His captain’s voice lowered to a whisper. “They’re hiding. They’re avoiding the badge bunnies.” Albert chuckled. “My daughter, Lena, doesn’t play nice with them. The girl Bentley brought has already been brought to tears by her, and I stopped just in time a confrontation between Lena and Steven’s girl.”
“I’d love to go meet them and help them if they need any help.”
“Sure. Go through the fly screen to the right of us, and the kitchen is to the left.”
Brock relaxed as he watched Sammy walk off without even saying bye to him or dragging him along.
“How’s she doing?”
Brock looked back at his captain and shrugged. “When Slater had two chefs come down with the flu and couldn’t work, he had to fill in instead of coming to this. Sammy tried anything to get out of the barbeque. I’m ashamed of being a cop right now. I can’t wait to get my hands on them tonight. What she went through.” Brock shook his head. “She was scared shitless to come here. The car before we got out of it reeked of terror. I know the badge bunnies are tough and not pleasant. And some woman and men are nasty on their own, but, what happened to her.” Brock ran his fingers through his hair. “She won’t tell much, but I know something happened at these events to make her so scared. I’m really determined to find out tonight.”
His captain frowned. “I remember you and Jake telling me what happened. I have no idea how precinct Breakaway could have ignored everything that went on, a serial killer and an abuser. There’s more involved. I’m glad the bureau is letting us help with the investigation.”
Brock didn’t care that his eyes shone with his bear as he grinned. “I owe you.”
“I know you do. I don’t like my house filled with Internal Affairs. But I know how much power you shifters have. I may one day need help, and it’s always good to have allies. Just don’t kill anyone.”
“I won’t kill them. They may wish they were dead when I finish with them, but they will live. It’s a pity Jake’s at home with his mate. He would appreciate this.”
Brock went to go talk to some of his colleagues and give Slater a call when his captain stopped him.
“I don’t want to be overrun with shifters. I think Sammy is going to need Slater to come as she’s going to be pissed with you. So call him and tell him. Also, leave Captain Mannering to me.”
Brock nodded and shrugged off his captain’s hold. He told himself not to think of how angry Sammy would be. Sammy would forgive him; he was doing this for her. He wanted her safe. Brock saw his partner Kegon studying him as he walked to him.
“Want to tell me what you and that cap have planned?”
Brock could feel the stupid grin spread over his face. He couldn’t wait to get revenge for what some of the people from Breakaway did to Sammy. “You know what’s going on. I’m hoping we might learn where Greg is. And with our shifter senses
we’ll be able to smell the fear and hear any whispered things that weren’t meant to be heard at the sight of Sammy.”
Kegen nodded. “All I’m saying is good luck, ‘cos I have a sister. She may not be my mate, but I know if I did what you’re doing to Sammy to her, she would gut me like a fish. You’re using her as bait hoping they will fall. It’s worse for you because when you tell Slater there is no way he will miss this. He’ll close his restaurant, and he might kill you.”
“Fuck. I know. But I need to know who said what and why Sammy wasn’t protected when she came in and asked for help.”
“This is going to end badly tonight. I don’t know what’s come over the cap to do this. I still think this is a bad idea.” Kegon’s eyes narrowed in on him, and Brock knew his partner wasn’t about what he would have to do.
“I can’t move on until I know what the hell happened. How could they treat Sammy like they did, and how on earth did they not know a serial killer was among them? I know there are shifters among them. Something’s not right.”
Kegon groaned. “Crap. I really don’t want to do this, but if this will help you move on and feel better I’ll help and do what I can.”
Brock nodded and went to a quiet spot to call Slater.
Chapter Nine
Sammy walked into the kitchen to see a young dark-haired girl and an older graying woman cutting up potatoes.
“Hi.” They both stopped what they were doing to stare at her. “I’m Sammy, Brock’s girlfriend. I was wondering if you need any help?”
The younger of the two looked her up and down. “Do you really want to help?”
“Um … yes. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.”
The older woman smacked her daughter on the hand. “Lena, don’t be rude.”
“Mum, there are over fifteen women out there, and Sammy is the only one who means it when she’s offered. I know Jude’s and Kene’s wives are pregnant, and Belinda and Holly offered, but they didn’t really mean it. The rest of the women are badge bunnies and probably are too busy fawning over the men.”
