“Do you have any questions for me?” he repeated, rubbing circles into her skin.
“Wh-what? Questions?” She licked her lips. His eyes darted to her face for a moment before dropping down to watch her nipples poke against the thin material of her halter top. She almost hid her face when she felt his hips jerk slightly, as though he couldn’t help himself. She looked at him, realizing that he was holding back, trying to keep from rushing her.
“Yeah, questions. I’m supposed to be answering any questions you might have about sex, remember?” She gasped as his thumbs moved a little higher. He was teasing her! She wanted to kill him for a brief second, then felt amusement. Hmm, two can play this game.
“Questions. Uh, let me think.” She paused, pretending to be deep in thought as she absently rubbed herself against him again. Jimmy gasped, and she smiled. “Well, I’ve always wondered if a man’s nipples are as sensitive as a woman’s. I liked what you did to me this morning. Do you like it when someone plays with your nipples? Or your nipple ring?”
Her heart pounded and she could barely breathe as she waited for his reaction, hoping that he felt as hot as she did. She could hardly believe she’d said that, but she didn’t have to wait long as he shivered beneath her and grabbed her hips, stilling her rocking motion. When she looked down at his chest again, her eyes went directly to the silver in his left nipple.
“Why don’t you try it out on me and see?” Jimmy rasped. Despite her inexperience, Sabrina could tell he was struggling to control himself. He was so hard he was trembling, and Sabrina rocked on top of him, unable to stop when it felt so good. She knew her hair was mussed but no longer cared what she looked like. From the way Jimmy looked at her, she could tell he liked what she was doing.
She pressed down harder, loving the way his eyes went dark when aroused. She leaned forward and slipped her teeth around the nipple ring, giving it a gentle tug. Jimmy arched his back and made an incoherent sound, nearly bucking her off as she slid her tongue down and around the suddenly erect nipple. She sucked on the ring and nipped at him while he writhed, pushing his cock up into the heat between her thighs. I guess he liked that, she had a second to think. Then he growled and flipped her over onto her back on the large footrest in front of the couch. He stopped and stared at her wildly as she gasped and arched her back, hoping he would touch her, anywhere.
“Sabrina, you’re going to kill me,” he ground out, then lowered his head to her right breast, biting her nipple through the fabric. A jolt of fire raced through her, and then he dropped down, pushing his heavy cock against her, fitting himself perfectly against the ache. She grabbed his ass and twisted, trying to get closer. She was going to come soon, without either of them undressing. The buzz of it built higher as he sucked and bit at her nipple. Suddenly, he grabbed her thighs and shoved her legs up and over his hips, holding her open. Sabrina moaned in protest and opened her eyes. Her skirt was hiked up near her waist and she knew he could see how swollen she was, even through her panties. He gently placed her feet on the couch behind him and slid his hands up toward her as he kneeled on the floor.
“God, you’re so wet,” Jimmy said as she shivered and blushed. No one had ever seen her like this. “I can see how hot you are right through your panties. I want to taste you. Can I? I want to so much.”
Sabrina nodded, feeling shy for a moment. Then he gently moved his hands around the strings of her panties and pulled them down, releasing first one leg and then the other. When he moved his hands up to her center, she couldn’t think. No one had ever touched her there, had ever seen her aroused. She wanted this, but at the same time felt a little scared. What if she was ugly or if she didn’t taste good? She trembled and Jimmy pressed a reassuring hand on her hip, kissing her inner thigh as he shifted closer.
“Don’t be scared. I won’t ever do anything with you that you don’t want me to, I promise,” he whispered. “Trust me.” His eyes crinkled reassuringly, and Sabrina nodded and smiled shakily, arousal pushing through her fear. He moved his right hand up her thigh and slid a finger gently around the outside of her sex. She was wet everywhere. Then he ducked his head in closer and breathed deep. Sabrina closed her eyes.
“You smell incredible, Sabrina,” he murmured, sliding his finger down her slit, then back up again, just barely grazing her swollen bud. She was pink and wet and gorgeous. He wanted to lick her, feel the way her body opened up to him as he brought her to climax. He teased her, moving his other hand to spread her labia. He bent his head and licked her from bottom to top, then swirled his tongue around her clit.
Sabrina heard someone gasping through the blood rushing in her ears, then realized she was the one making those sounds. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to. She grabbed Jimmy’s hair and held on as he used his tongue, then sucked on her nub, over and over again, varying intensity until she almost went crazy with the pleasure. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he slid a finger inside, pushing up as he tongued her. Sabrina shuddered and held her breath, bucking hard as her feet flexed and she climaxed for what seemed like forever. She felt Jimmy smiling but he didn’t stop, gently licking her through her pleasure until she collapsed against the cushions. When she finally opened her eyes, Jimmy’s eyes were soft as he affectionately rubbed his warm cheek against her inner thigh.
“Wow,” she croaked, and he chuckled, opening his mouth to speak. Then the doorbell rang.
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.
“Jimmy,” Gabriel said, looking grim but determined. “It’s nice to see you again, although I wish the circumstances were better.”
Jimmy nodded, and she wondered what was going to happen next. Jimmy shifted his weight and as she glanced over, he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Concealing something perhaps? she thought, oddly amused. Then the reality of the situation intruded, and she shook herself, determined to focus on the problem at hand.
“What exactly is going on?” Jimmy asked. Sabrina thought she detected a slight flush on his face but didn’t want to say anything. Jimmy looked at Gabriel, who glanced at the older agent, eyebrows raised in question. Agent Patrick nodded at the younger man.
“You know that case I went to work on all those years ago? The one with the drug cartel in New York City?” Gabriel began. Agent Patrick looked sharply at the younger man, but Gabriel ignored him. Sabrina watched Gabriel avoid the older agent’s eyes. He seemed discomfited, and then she caught his eyes skimming Jimmy’s fit body as he tried to continue his explanation. She could see Gabriel’s attraction to Jimmy, and she wondered what that meant for this situation. Was it going to be a problem? She hoped not.
“I thought you were undercover?” Jimmy asked. Sabrina looked back and forth trying to figure out what was going on, sensing more subtle undercurrents as Gabriel nodded.
“Until three months ago I was. I was shot, but luckily I was wearing a vest,” he explained quickly, seeing Jimmy frown in concern. “All I had was some severe bruising. A new drug dealer took a major dislike to me but didn’t know I had a vest on. He shot me. The others thought I’d died, too, and left me on the street. It was a mess, frankly.” He sighed, running his left hand over his right, where Sabrina noticed a small scar on his thumb. “I wasn’t supposed to come out of the operation so soon. I was getting good information and feeding it to the FBI, which helped curtail some of the drug money and merchandise moving through the northeast.” He shook his head as the older agent huffed.
Sabrina guessed that Gabriel wasn’t supposed to explain this much, but she was willing to bet the younger agent could care less about what he was “supposed” to do. He sent a sharp glance at the older man, and she smiled to herself as she felt her body respond to Gabriel’s determination. He is rather sexy, she thought. She didn’t expect that, since most of the people who worked for the FBI had a reputation for being stiff and conservative. Sabrina had always had a thing for guys who bucked the establishment, and was positively delighted with Gabriel’s streak of independence. She absently bit her lower lip, thinking about Gabriel and Jimmy and what they might have looked like kissing when suddenly Gabriel’s eyes met hers, then slid down to her mouth. To her astonishment, his eyes darkened and she glanced quickly at Jimmy. Unfortunately he seemed just as mesmerized by her mo
uth as Gabriel. Good lord! she thought, blushing.
Gabriel smiled, and Sabrina knew he could see the color in her face. She looked down, suddenly bashful. Jimmy remained silent and she sneaked a look at him to find him staring at Gabriel, a sense of affectionate wariness evident in the way he stood there listening. It was almost as though his body was fighting with itself, wanting to move toward Gabriel but holding back at the same time. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her body’s reaction. For some reason, she found Gabriel and Jimmy’s complicated reactions to each other appealing rather than dismaying. She watched Gabriel shake his head slightly as he continued his explanation.
“Last week, the only informant we’ve got left undercover received some new information about a gripe the main dealer had. You could say he’d become obsessed.”
“What kind of gripe?” Sabrina asked, hoping to distract herself from the attraction she couldn’t seem to control. Having two gorgeous men staring at her made her feel doubly self-conscious.
“Well, apparently, the dealer’s girlfriend left him, taking their young daughter. He’d been abusing the woman, but since their daughter learned to walk and talk, he’d begun hitting the little girl, too, and that made the mother finally see she couldn’t stay. A lawyer who does a lot of charity work helped her get a restraining order. When that didn’t stop the abuse, the lawyer contacted the FBI and helped get her into a safe-house in return for her statement regarding the illegal activities of the dealer’s gang.”
Sabrina felt a trickle of fear at this explanation. She had the sinking sensation she knew where this was going. Jimmy looked at her, and she saw the knowledge on his face, too.
“It was my dad, right?” she asked and the agent nodded. Jimmy sighed and ran his left hand over his hair in a familiar gesture of frustration, mussing it even more. The way he messed with his hair amused Sabrina despite the seriousness of their situation.
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