“I didn’t get a chance to check out this room, I’m sorry,” he said, looking apologetic when he saw the outrage on her face. “I want you to be safe and I need to see where the windows are.”
“You could have knocked.”
He looked at her calmly. I’m probably red as a beet, she thought angrily, then glanced down at the panties in her hand. She nearly died of embarrassment. She looked back up, and her knees went weak at the look in his eyes. She couldn’t move. His smile was masculine and knowing without being at all cheeky. He was so sexy she couldn’t stop herself from responding, despite her lingering irritation over the situation. She smiled back reluctantly, still flushed but willing to forgive him if he didn’t ask any questions. Smart man, he didn’t.
“Okay.” Sabrina stepped back so that he could walk further into the room. She tried to toss her panties in the trash on the other side of her dresser without being too obvious about it. Where the hell is Jimmy? she thought distractedly as Gabriel prowled around, checking each window, walking around her bed and opening her closet door. What was he looking for in there? She wondered what he thought of her room. It was painted a pale yellow and though she didn’t keep piles of stuffed animals or posters around, her space was definitely feminine. The cream damask bedspread was slightly rumpled beneath the colored pillows she liked to pile on top. The rest of her room was filled with photographic equipment and her desk. She watched him close her closet door and stare out the window for a while, pulling aside the curtains. The late afternoon sun streamed in through the sheer white fabric, giving the room a soft glow that she enjoyed and making his dark hair shine.
“Pretty room.” Gabriel turned around. Sabrina could tell he liked the space. She was proud of how she decorated it: feminine without being overwhelming. Although, it smelled like her and she couldn’t help thinking that he could probably smell her perfume in the small room. For some reason, despite her embarrassment at having a man in her private space, she liked that he liked it. She watched him finger the curtains.
“Thanks.” She watched him back away from the window. His hair was a bit mussed from the curtains. Good lord! she thought. She needed to get a grip on herself. Her libido was on overdrive!
“The windows are high enough that it would be difficult to get a shot inside from the ground. Since the property across your street is wooded, I think you’re mostly safe in here.” Gabriel walked past her and back into the hall. He gestured toward Jimmy’s closed door.
“Is that Jimmy’s room?” he asked. Sabrina nodded, waiting to see what he’d do. Not surprisingly, after the way he had entered her room without knocking, he opened the door and went right in. Jimmy’s room was bathed in shadows at this time of day. His room was painted a deep blue, and his bed had matching green-blue bedding. There wasn’t anything very personal in the room since Jimmy didn’t really live here, but he’d unpacked his stuff for the summer and set out a few pictures of his dad on the lone dresser. She knew he didn’t own a lot of things, but he’d managed to haul in a tall bookcase and a pile of books and binders a few days ago. She waited as Gabriel lingered by the bookcase, a faint smile on his face as he spotted the photos. He checked every inch of Jimmy’s room and closet the same as he did with hers before coming back out and closing the door.
“Is that your dad’s room?” he asked, pointing down the hall. Sabrina nodded. As he left to examine the master bedroom and bathroom, she hurriedly closed her door again and fished a fresh pair of panties from her dresser. She heard Jimmy walking up the stairs as she slipped them on. She opened her door just as Jimmy reached it.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Jimmy asked, slipping his arms around her. Sabrina hoped he wasn’t worrying too much, but from the way he tugged her into his chest she knew he couldn’t help it. She sighed softly to herself as he held her close, enjoying the way their bodies fit together.
She relaxed into his warmth, sighing tiredly. “I’m okay,” she murmured, breathing in his fresh scent and tightening her arms around his back. She noticed an unfamiliar but attractive spice tickling her nose. She turned her head into his neck and sniffed. Was that Gabriel? He smelled like cinnamon. She snuggled closer, savoring the combination of the two men’s scents and the feel of Jimmy’s smooth muscles under her hands. Then she hitched her hips against his and felt him inhale sharply against her hair.
“What are you doing, Sabrina?” he asked, amused.
She laughed and stroked her hands along his back innocently, savoring the feel of his slowly hardening cock against her stomach. “Nothing.”
“Sure feels like something to me,” he muttered, trying to move his groin away from her. Sabrina let him go but not before she rubbed her hip against his cock. He looked down sternly, opening his mouth to scold her when Gabriel walked out of the spare bedroom. Jimmy and Sabrina both watched him come closer. He’d changed into old jeans and a black T-shirt that outlined his sleek muscles.
“Damn he’s hot,” she muttered under her breath.
Jimmy chuckled at her. “I agree,” he whispered back and she laughed. Her life had certainly been turned upside down in the space of two days. It appeared Jimmy had decided to relax into this situation. She wasn’t sure what that meant but when he winked at her, she couldn’t help but smile back at him. He looked pleased with himself.
“Everything looks relatively good up here,” Gabriel said as he reached them. “Of course, an intruder can still get in if he’s determined, but this floor, at least, is safe from the casual break-in.” He hitched his jeans a bit higher on his hips, drawing her gaze. There was no sign of his gun, but the hilt of his knife stuck out of his pocket. He glanced at her and then his eyes slid down Jimmy’s body, lingering on the other man’s legs. She smirked until Gabriel looked at her breasts, then her face. He smiled, and she flushed at the heat in his expression. Definitely bisexual, she thought, fighting for indifference as Gabriel causally hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, highlighting his cock through the worn denim.
“I, uh—I guess I should call my dad,” Sabrina stuttered, trying not to look. Jimmy agreed and Gabriel nodded. Then her stomach growled.
“And let’s figure out what to do for dinner,” Jimmy said, smiling but not looking directly at either of them. Sabrina thought he must be trying to bring his body back under control as he released her and headed downstairs. Gabriel watched him go, then waved his right hand at her, motioning for her to descend first. She obliged, wondering how she was going to explain this situation to her father.
Later, after they’d eaten some turkey sandwiches and were comfortably lounging in the kitchen with a bag of cookies, Sabrina pulled out her cell phone to call her dad. The three of them sat together at the breakfast nook. She was tucked between the two men, and she enjoyed the warmth of their bodies as she munched, not caring about the crumbs that fell onto her lap.