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Chapter 4

Sabrina had never seen such a pained look on a man’s face as on Jimmy’s in that very moment. He groaned, sitting back on the couch as she tried to sit up on the footrest and push her skirt down simultaneously. Jimmy wiped his mouth on his sleeve, then rubbed his face with both hands, making his hair stick up. He doesn’t look any less hot that way, she thought, amazed that she still wanted more after that incredible orgasm. She tried to pull herself together.

“Who could be dropping by without calling first?” she asked, getting her clothes mostly straightened and searching for her panties. Jimmy laughed as he stood awkwardly, holding them out to her. One side was ripped open, and she fingered the ragged edges, then flinched when the doorbell rang again. Jimmy sighed and tried to adjust his cock so it wasn’t pressing so obviously against the front of his shorts. It didn’t look comfortable. He glanced at her sheepishly, then buttoned the bottom of his shirt so that the tails would hang over his groin.

“Sorry I ripped your panties,” he whispered as Sabrina stuffed them into her skirt pocket.

“S’okay. It wasn’t like I was upset at the time, you know?” She blushed, remembering how good it felt. He smiled back at her just as the doorbell rang again.

“All right, all right already!” she called, walking out of the living room and down the hall to the door, trying not to think about her lack of underwear. She checked through the long, thin window on the left side of the door to see who was there, acutely aware of her naked ass under her skirt as the fabric slid over her skin. Have to remember not to bend over, Sabrina thought and sighed to herself, peering out at the two men on her doorstep.

One sported thinning gray hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He looked around as he waited. The other man was much younger, around Jimmy’s age, she guessed. He was so beautiful, she stood there for a split second, taking him in and forgetting to open the door until she saw him reaching to ring the bell again. As his arm stretched out, his unbuttoned black jacket flared open, showing the gun and holster tucked against his side under his left arm. The hilt of a black knife slid out from the right. Sabrina froze, wondering if she should open the door. The bell rang again, and she jumped.

“Who is it?” Jimmy asked, walking down the hall. He still looked disheveled, but at least he was decently attired.

Sabrina sighed again. “I don’t know, two guys in suits.” She moved to unlock the door. “And guns,” she added as Jimmy stopped behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, then stepping to the side so that his presence wouldn’t be immediately apparent to whoever was on the other side of the door. She swung it open and waited for the two strangers to introduce themselves.

The younger man was even more attractive without the glass obscuring his features. As soon as the door swung out of the way, he locked his eyes on her. Sabrina stood there as he smiled, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling. She felt a flash of heat. Good lord, he’s a handsome one, she thought faintly.

“Hi, is this the Birch residence?” the man asked, smiling.

Sabrina flushed. She felt like someone had hit her in the head, he was so gorgeous. She didn’t speak right away, trying to get her libido under control. She hoped Jimmy hadn’t noticed her reaction. It was just as well her boyfriend stood out of sight, behind the wood of the doorjamb. At least he couldn’t see her face from there. The older man sighed, looking around again. He held a folder under his right arm.

Sabrina blinked, gathering her thoughts. “Uh, yeah, can I help you?” Jimmy breathed heavily behind her. What was bothering him? Could these men be dangerous?

“I’m Special Agent Oliver, and this is Special Agent Patrick, FBI.” The younger man gestured behind him before reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out a badge. His smooth tenor was as attractive as Jimmy’s baritone.

Sabrina shivered, then crossed her arms over her breasts as she felt her nipples pucker. Hoping the agent couldn’t see her reaction, she looked at the ID. It wasn’t like her to drool over a guy she’d just met two seconds ago. She wondered if the near-constant lust she’d felt near Jimmy the past few weeks was affecting her ability to function. She leaned closer, trying to focus on the badge, but couldn’t quite make out the fine print. Remembering that her dad always cautioned her to call in a badge number if officers came to the house, she reached out to take it in her hand.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to check your ID,” she said and the agent nodded, but she’d no sooner gotten her hands on it when Jimmy spoke, startling her.

“No need, Sabrina.”

She pulled her hand back and glanced uncertainly over her shoulder at him. Jimmy looked pale but composed as he stepped up.

“I know him, he’s legit.” They knew each other?

Jimmy took a deep breath and held out his hand, “Long time no see, Gabriel.” The younger agent stared at Jimmy like he’d seen a ghost, then reached out to grasp Jimmy’s hand. Jimmy shook it firmly.

Sabrina looked from one to the other as they stood there, unmoving. Both men looked rattled. She frowned, wondering what was going on when Gabriel opened his mouth to speak. Before he could say a word, the crack of a gunshot split the air, and she only had enough time to think, Crap! when Gabriel shoved her to the ground.

“Oh for the love of God, not again,” she muttered as Jimmy dragged her into the house, chuckling at her comment.

She and Jimmy crouched on all fours, Sabrina flinching when three more shots rang out. The agents ducked in and slammed the door shut, both of them kneeling behind the thick wood. When she heard the sound of tires screeching, Agent Patrick crawled to the long window and quickly peered out, then cursed. “I couldn’t get the license.”

“Damn it,” muttered Gabriel, holstering his gun. “Is it safe to stand up?”

“Yes.” The older man heaved himself to his feet. His glasses were slightly askew, and he looked a bit like an absentminded professor, but his eyes were sharp as he flipped the safety back on his gun, asking, “Everyone okay?”

Everyone nodded and Jimmy climbed off her. For the third or fourth time today, Sabrina thought, snickering to herself. Gabriel’s hand appeared in front of her and she grabbed it. He hauled her to her feet before she had time to properly appreciate how warm his palm felt against hers. Jimmy stared at Gabriel, at the older agent, then shook himself out of his reverie when Sabrina turned to him.

“Are you all right, Jimmy?” she asked, wondering what the hell they were going to do now. Jimmy shook his head, in agreement or answer she didn’t know. The two agents had their folder open in front of them, Gabriel pointing to something on a piece of paper while Agent Patrick grimaced. Sabrina and Jimmy waited silently.

Sabrina admired the way Gabriel’s dark hair gleamed in the sunlight that filtered in through the foyer skylight. That’s a face built for smiling, she thought, suddenly feeling nervous. She looked at Gabriel and then at Jimmy, comparing the two men. Gabriel stood slightly shorter, maybe only five feet eleven inches to Jimmy’s six-one, but both carried themselves with barely contained energy. Was this the man Jimmy fell for all those years ago? she wondered. She could see why. There was something about him that attracted her, a sense of confidence and humor, evenly balanced. The effect was devastating.

When Gabriel finally turned toward them, and she saw how gracefully he walked, she remembered that Jimmy had decided to learn how to fight after meeting this man. Gabriel’s mouth was slightly fuller than Jimmy’s at first glance, but Jimmy’s had a little curve in his top lip that more than made up for any thinness. She flushed as she suddenly realized, These two men have kissed! And—I’m not wearing any underwear! She wanted to moan with embarrassment as she straightened her skirt, hoping that no one had noticed her lack of panties when they hit the floor.