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“No, Conner is right,” William said, drawing her attention. His eyes, so like his brothers’, met hers, and the intensity in them deepened that shaky, nervous feeling in her stomach. “Mr. Thomas takes too many liberties. Maybe because he’s comfortable with you or because he’s an old man with too much money who thinks he can do whatever he wants, but he oversteps. I don’t think he’s a deviant or in any way a danger, but the next time we have a meeting like that, you’ll be sitting between us and far from him.”
“I agree with my brothers,” Oliver said, breaking his silence. “He was disrespectful tonight, and if that’s the way he conducts himself, there are going to be problems. You might allow him to get away with that behavior, but we won’t tolerate it.”
Sabrina should be standing up to them, reminding them she was a big girl who could take care of herself. She didn’t need men fighting battles for her. But as she looked at each of them in turn, gauging their sincerity and witnessing the same protective, territorial streak in their eyes, the drive to correct them, to scold them for looking out for her, melted away.
Experiencing such an outpouring of concern and knowing how much they liked her, wanted her, brought to life something inside. What had only been the spark of a lit match was now a tall flame, burning bright and strong, creating a building, creeping heat inside of her that filled Sabrina with a desire so profound, she had to cross her legs and squeeze to stave off the burning between her legs.
Flashes of the three of them over her, under her, surrounding her with their strong, virile bodies as they claimed her body with their hands and mouths and cocks threatened to burn her alive. A flush swept across her chest and up her neck into her face, and she was glad it was dark inside the car so they couldn’t witness her growing desire that was now written all over her face.
Sweat collected under her arms, and Sabrina wished she could roll down the window and let the cool night air inside, but she didn’t dare risk giving herself away. She’d already given herself over to Conner. She needed to practice self-control so she didn’t repeat the same mistake with his brothers.
Still, as they dropped her off at home, waiting until she was safely locked away inside, she couldn’t deny that her burgeoning attraction to them was quickly becoming a problem. If only they would stop being so damn nice and sweet and putting her needs before their own, she wouldn’t be thinking about things she shouldn’t.
Except, as she readied herself for bed, Sabrina couldn’t stop thinking about how Conner had taken her right there on the couch. He’d felt amazing. Beyond amazing. And his cock had been so big, filling her, stretching her. Best of all, he knew how to use it to bring her pleasure she’d never known possible. It had all ended far too quickly, and now she had that damn picture of all three of them moving inside of her playing in her head, whispering things to her that she’d do best to block out.
But she couldn’t.
Because Sabrina wanted them. She wanted the Hargreaves brothers so bad, she could already feel them, smell them, taste them on her tongue.
She was in trouble. If Sabrina couldn’t shake this demanding need, she was going to have to satisfy it. And if she did that, she was risking everything her father had worked his entire life to build. With one majorly bad decision, she could ruin everyone’s lives.
It was that thought that jockeyed with the sensual fantasies of her and the Hargreaves brothers tangled in multiple positions as she tried and failed to fall asleep that night. By the time the sun came up, she finally managed to fall asleep from pure exhaustion, missing her alarm entirely, which resulted in consequences she couldn’t have predicted.
Chapter Seven
The banging on her door was a rude awakening. As was the thorough scolding from Conner, William, and Oliver. Well, not Oliver exactly. He didn’t speak a word, but he didn’t have to in order to get his point across. Where his brothers were vocal about their concern when she neither showed up for work nor called in sick, Oliver stood a silent sentinel, a force filled with the same fear and worry and upset over the unknown as his brothers.
Sabrina’s head was whirling with their slew of words they took turns throwing at her, sleep deprivation preventing the majority of them from sinking in fully. Holding up a hand, she squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head, cutting them off. “Just shut up, okay? All of you.” She dashed a look of warning mixed with admonition at each of them, even Oliver. “You’re not my fathers, my husbands, or even my boyfriends. And even if you were, you still wouldn’t have any right to come in here talking to me like I’m a little kid. Last I checked, I’m your boss, and I don’t answer to you.”
“You’re a partner, actually, and we were worried about you. It was inconsiderate of you not to call in. You had everyone in the office upset. Shawna said it was completely out of character for you not to call in, and you haven’t missed a day in over a year. We had every right to be concerned.”
When put that way… Sabrina hated that Conner was right. She didn’t like his delivery or his macho-man attitude or that he was standing up to her in any way, and it ruffled her feathers that he—that any of them—stood in a position to express any feelings whatsoever to her, but a part of her understood.
She forced herself to calm down so she wouldn’t say anything she might regret later. “I appreciate where you’re coming from, but this is so out of line, I can’t even…” Running out of words and lacking the will to try to come up with any, Sabrina rose off the love seat she’d planted herself in when the guys barged into her apartment and walked away, Binx on her heels.
“Where are you going?” William called after her.
“Back to bed.” She would have considered getting ready to go into work late, but they’d thoroughly pissed her off, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with them or look at their handsome faces anymore today.
Slamming the bedroom door shut behind her, Sabrina fell into the mattress and laid with her face buried in the blankets, listening for the front door to close, indicating the men had seen themselves out. She heard no such thing.
Fine, they could sit out there until the cows came home, waiting for her to reappear. She didn’t give a damn.
After a good fifteen minutes had passed, time in which Sabrina didn’t sleep so much as reviewed her schedule and everything she needed to do but wasn’t, she heard a faint knock on the bedroom door followed by its opening on a whisper that aggravated her to no end.
“Do you make a habit of invading people’s privacy?” she barked, rolling over and sitting up partially to glare at whichever of the men it happened to be. Binx, who’d been lying beside her, gave a mew of protest and jumped down, disappearing out of sight.
Oliver greeted her with wary but soft eyes that somehow managed to disarm her. How could she be mad at a face like his when he never spoke a cross word or raised his voice at her? Oliver just came across so sweet and gentle, she couldn’t bring herself to shout the words that were ready on her tongue and would have flowed easily for Conner or William.
“Typically, no. But this seemed like a special occasion,” he remarked as he approached her side of the bed and casually sat down on the edge of it, as if she’d offered him an invitation.
“I hope you’re not going to try to talk me into leaving this room,” she said, the warning in her voice clear. She would hurt someone if they tried.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Or apologizing to any of you,” she added, because that wasn’t going to happen today either.
“Wouldn’t be much of an apology if I forced you.” He shrugged.
