Resisting the Billionaire Collection (15 page)

Still he hesitated, his eyes moved slowly
from her hair down to her toes and she could feel them like a long,
lingering caress.

"Lie down." He growled in a desirous
whisper. Everything had changed. There was no hint of him wanting
to hold back and she could feel electricity crackle in the air
between them. She quaked with desire as she waited for his lust to
boil over into action. Her nipples hardened, exposed to his
commanding possessive gaze. Soon they would belong to him
completely, along with the rest of her. She would belong to him and
he would belong to her, the slave of his own desire.

Just for tonight.

Take me now for Christ's sake! She longed to
scream at him. Did he want her to explode with desire? Was he
waiting for her to do something? She began to writhe, at first
almost imperceptibly, arching her back, her pert round buttocks
pushing down into the sand, her whole body pleading to be taken.
She was so wet for him already that he would slide smoothly, easily
into her as soon as he dared to make his move.

He put one large, hot palm to her right
thigh and she arched deeply in pleasure, the thrill of his touch
shooting into her loins, the wetness between her legs flowing
freely. Slowly he caressed upwards, along the length of her thigh,
sliding underneath the scarf across her hip and then underneath the
strap of her tiny bikini bottom. She felt the taut stretch of
fabric as his hand burrowed deeper between her legs. A moan of
pleasure escaped her and sensations of unutterable pleasure began
to fire between her legs, up and down her thighs, and into her
abdomen.

Her eyes found his again and the heat
between their gaze was as hot as the tropical island sun. He
watched her and she seared with pleasure to feel his burning eyes
on her, watching every tiny move, enjoying every tiny moan that his
fingers drew from her lips.

"Say it." He whispered.

Say what? What was he talking about?

He came closer, his right hand still deftly
controlling the rise and fall of her ecstasy.

"Say it." He hissed into her ear and then
allowed the tip of his tongue to find her slender neck, her
delicate ear lobe.

What does he want me to say?

She would refuse to give him permission.
That was her condition. If he wanted her, he had to be man enough
to take her. Christ, wasn't he already doing that now?

"Do you know what this means?" He whispered.
She was breathless now, moaning continuously. "One finger on you...
" She writhed. "One touch... " Her back arched uncontrollably.
"...and I'm gone forever." She threw her arms around him and
clamped her thighs to his strong forearm, locking his hand between
her legs, his fingers to the wet and swollen nub of her desire. Her
moan of pleasure filled the nighttime of the island forest. Surely,
Sebastian must be able to hear them and know what had finally taken
place.

"I've just given up billions of dollars in
wealth to see you like this." The powerful thrusts of pleasure
coursing through her center were like nothing she had ever
experienced before. No man had even come close. She clung to him,
his giant rock-hard body absorbing every ounce of strength she had.
At last, she collapsed back onto the sand and looked at him with
eyes of uncontrollable desire.

"Take me." She said, barely able to
breathe.

He smiled.

"Fuck me!" She begged, pleaded,
commanded.

Now he moved more surely even than before,
removing her sarong, sliding away her bikini and carefully folding
and placing them beside her.

A memory suddenly came back to her... who
had done that before? Another beautiful man in her past had done
just the same thing, but there had never been anyone like Alex,
Sebastian, or whoever he was. No one had ever been so powerful and
yet so considerate and gentle at the same time, like a firestorm
that stopped to carefully warm her toes before continuing on to
destroy trees, houses, boats, and anything in its path.

Now he was over her, just as he had been
before, his long tangled hair pouring over his broad, rippling
shoulders and the pink head of his male desire poised between them,
looking even larger, if possible, than it had before. God, she was
ready. It didn't matter if she gave him permission or not, what
difference could it make? She wanted him inside her now and
forever, taking his pleasure from her, his prize possession; the
jewel in his billionaire's crown.

His wild hair caressed her shoulders and
breasts. His strong thighs forced hers willingly open, and he came
closer.

She looked over her shoulder and saw her
neatly folded sarong and bikini bottom. Something struggled to
reach her consciousness, but how could it when she drowned in
pleasure. Before Melanie knew what she was doing, she had reached
her arms around him and pulled herself up to his chest, her own
hard nipples pressing into the straining sinews of his flesh.

"Melanie." He whispered passionately into
her ear.

His shorts were still half covering the
perfection of his ass. God, there were more muscles on his butt
than most men had in their entire bodies! She reached down with her
right hand and pushed them down.

Oh my God! It was missing.

"No!"

Now she remembered everything.

"Yes." He growled.

"Get away from me!" She hissed at him.

"Melanie, what is it?"

She bunched her fist and slammed it into his
left temple. He rolled to the sand dazed. Melanie jumped to her
feet, cast around for a weapon and then picked up a log from a pile
of firewood behind her.

"God, Melanie. Please. What is it? What have
I done?"

"Just get out of here, Sebastian."

"Melanie, no. I thought you felt the same
way as me?"

She raised the log over her head.

“Okay, okay, I’m going. Please just don’t
tell Alex. Please, you have to promise me!"

Melanie hesitated. They were alone on the
island. Just the three of them. The last thing she wanted was for
Alex to lose his head and do something crazy.

"Just go." She said. "I won’t tell him."

He went to his knees in front of her. "Thank
you Melanie--"

"Wait." She interrupted him. "I won’t tell
him yet. But if you keep up this charade, then I will." He stared
at her. "If you come near me again, I’ll tell him everything." He
was wracked with pain and despair.

"What have I done?" He whispered.

"Just go. Go now, before I start screaming
for help."

He fled into the darkness of the forest.

Chapter Fifteen

Sebastian painstakingly made his way back to the
makeshift site he and his brother had agreed to share. His brother
was waiting for him when he arrived.

"Was she worth it?" Alex asked.

Sebastian was shocked into silence. His
brother stared at him.

"Don’t bother trying to deny it. I was
there. I saw it."

"What did you see?" Sebastian shook with
fear.

"Enough."

Oh really? He thought, maybe he hadn’t been
completely exposed. Maybe Alex was upset by what he thought he saw,
but not what had actually happened.

"Is that what you're reduced to now?
Watching other people fuck? Hiding in the bushes like a peeping
tom?"

"I didn't go there to peep. I went there to
stop you from taking advantage of Melanie."

"Is that what you call it? Well I hope you
enjoyed your little peep show, big brother. Did you get off on what
you saw?"

"Of course not. Like I said, I went there
because I thought you were going to keep up this crazy charade of
pretending to be me. When I got there, it was too late to do
anything. You and Melanie were…” He broke off in disgust, trying to
master his emotions. “Look, if she wants you, then she can have
you. I’m not like you; I won’t do anything just to sleep with
her."

Sebastian waited before he replied.

"You've got it all backwards, big brother.
It's you she wants."

"Enough with the mind games already. I'm
done."

"I'm telling the truth. Why do you think I
was pretending to be you? Didn't you see how she looked at you from
the very beginning? I'm just the creepy twin brother, the one she
was hoping wouldn't be on the flight. I may not be as clever as
you, or as strong as you, but I'm no fool and I do know women.
Maybe it's the only thing I do better than you. I knew I didn't
have a hope with her from the moment I laid eyes on her. I can
always tell the difference between the ones that will drop
everything for the Drummond family fortune, including their
panties. Hell, that's the first thing to drop first with most of
'em. But then you have these crazy, cute, smart girls like Melanie.
I can spot them a mile off. They drive me wild. They take a whole
lot more work."

"But she's a Drummond employee, for God's
sake. Is she worth a billion dollars?"

Sebastian stared at his older brother. He
knew what his temper was like when it came to Melanie. He was
counting on it.

"Well?" Alex repeated.

"Goddamn right she is." He said in a low,
determined voice.

Alex shook his head and sat down on the
sand. He was on fire and his emotions were everywhere. He had never
heard his brother talk like this about anyone. The fortune; being
rich was all he had ever seemed to care about. That and banging as
many babes as humanly possible in every spare moment he could find.
Was he just trying to torture him?

"Just for that one time?" He whispered.

Sebastian nodded.

"Are you kidding me? It's the difference
between doing it with a blow up doll and having a real live woman.
No other girl has ever made me feel that way, emotionally or
physically. My whole body was on fire. I just wanted to make love
to her forever and hear her scream my name over and over and over
again."

"Shut up, shut up, just shut up!" Alex was
on his feet and shouting. Sebastian backed away.

"Jesus Alex, simmer down. What is she to you
anyway?"

"Goddamn it, you know what she is to me.
She's The One."

"The one? What one exactly are you talking
about? You mean the next one?"

Alex advanced towards his brother.

"There's no Melanie around now to save your
short, skinny little ass this time, kid brother."

Sebastian stood his ground.

"You think I won't fight for her? Just
because you think you can kick my ass every time you feel like it?
Trust me, if you’d had what I've just had then you'd fight, no
matter what the odds. I'm not giving her up. Ever. Not this time,
not any time."

Alex came closer.

"But you said it yourself; it's me she
wants, not you."

"You think I can't convince her to take me?
After all, what's the difference really? A birthmark on an ass
cheek? That can be easily arranged. Did you hear her beg me to fuck
her back there? She may be upset now but trust me, no woman can
experience that kind of desire and then not come back for more. She
may think it's you she wants but it's never going to get any better
than what she just had."

Alex lunged at his brother and the two began
to wrestle in the sand. It was perfect. Alex pounded his brother in
the jaw and brought him down. They had often wrestled and sparred,
and both were accomplished martial artists, but this was a blow
that meant business. The gloves were well, truly and literally
off.

Sebastian recovered quickly and sent his
knee into his brother's rib cage, but Alex blocked the blow and
pounded his brother in the solar plexus instead, doubling him over.
Then he pounded his back as he went down. Within seconds, he had
Sebastian face down in the sand, straddling him, his right arm
twisted painfully behind his back.

"I can always kick your ass little brother.
Anytime, anywhere. I've always held back on you, but not this time.
This is one whipping you are never going to forget!" He raised his
powerful right fist high in the air, ready to strike a punishing
blow to his brother's head.

"Melanie is going to love this," Sebastian
spat out through a mouthful of sand. Alex raised his fist higher up
again, "because she just loves violence. When she sees what you did
to me, I'm sure she'll come running straight into your arms, and
then you can give up your share of the Drummond fortune as well.
The old man can leave it all to Joshua or give it to one of his
precious charities."

Alex grimaced. He clenched his fist and
watched as his brother winced in the dirt. Then he slammed his fist
down as hard as he could into the soft sand next to his brother's
nose. Sebastian hissed a sigh of relief as Alex released him and
then collapsed to the ground beside. Sebastian rolled over and
massaged his twisted arm and wrist. Blood was oozing from the blow
to his head. He smiled. It would be enough.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He said.
"You never gave a damn about your girlfriends before. For Christ's
sake, Melanie isn't even one of them. She just flirted with you a
bit before your flight. How come you're going so totally ape shit
about her now?"

"Me? Ape shit? You're the one who just threw
away a fortune for one quick roll in the sand."

The two lay in silence for a moment, looking
up into the panorama of stars in the clear tropical sky.

"I've got to have her." Sebastian said.

"Me too." His brother answered.

"What are we going to do then?"

Alex sat up. "I think I have an idea."

"Great. What are we going to do? Share
her?"

"I don't know, maybe I'll just pretend to be
you, pretending to be me, huh? Like that's a great idea."

Sebastian shook his head. He had ideas all
his own but he sure as hell wasn’t going to share them with
Alex.

"So what's the idea? Shoot -- I'm all
ears."

"You say you love Melanie--"