Resisting the Billionaire Collection (13 page)

"You mean you and yours."

Melanie was glad when the sound of their
bickering voices receded into the background. She walked for what
seemed like forever and then threw herself onto a patch of warm
golden sand in the forest, shaded by tropical foliage.

She was in more turmoil than ever. In some
ways, she didn't want this dream to end. But on the other hand, she
didn't want it to become a nightmare either. She had begun to think
that maybe this could go on for a long time. With the attentiveness
of the brothers, she had been seduced into thinking that this was
something she could get used to, a life she could enjoy. After all,
why not? Her life in LA wasn’t so great. Most of her old friends
were married with kids already or if not, they were planning for
families or weddings. She had somehow been ‘left on the shelf' with
only Mitch McGovern beside her.

Since she was a little girl, Melanie had
dreamed of being swept away, taken by someone so utterly in command
that she could just surrender herself to him. But no man had ever
been able to do that. Not until Alex had come along…and there was a
memory coming back now. She froze, struggling to hold onto it.
Alex... they had met in the airport, hadn't they? And he had... it
was no use. The fleeting memory was gone. At least she was sure
that they were both trying to be Alex for a reason. He must have
been the one she liked of the two. The one she had made the
connection with. Maybe there had been something between them, just
as she had overheard at the lagoon. Had she really made love to one
of those beautiful men already?

She longed to take him again in her arms,
between her legs, to feel his passionate breath on her neck, her
arms, her breasts, and his head going lower as she arched her back
in ecstasy

"Melanie?"

She sat bolt upright.

"Damn it. Isn’t there any privacy on this
stupid island?" She said irritably.

It seemed that every few minutes she would
slip into a reverie of some kind but never get farther than she
just had. Her lust and desire were always just beginning to rise
but were never satisfied, then a deep sexy male voice would call
her to herself again. Or she would notice a pair of lustful deep
brown eyes watching her. Even if she had packed her vibrator and
even if it was salvaged from the wreck, she wouldn't have been able
to use the damn thing. It reminded her of the summer camps she had
been on as a teenager, bunking with a roomful of other girls and
just talking and thinking about the boys in the male dorms every
spare minute of every day, and then even more intensely at night.
There had been nowhere to do it though, not with the camp monitors
watching them like hawks twenty-four hours a day. Not with public
showers you couldn't touch yourself in. How the hell were any of
the boys or girls ever to get their minds off the opposite sex
under those conditions?

This situation was ten times worse -- God
no, it was a thousand times worse! Alex and Sebastian weren't two
goofy teenage boys; they were tall, handsome, confident, and very
wealthy men. From what she could tell, both of them longed to fuck
her as well. Even though there were no camp monitors, they were all
adults, and there were only three of them on the island. Hell, she
might as well have been locked in a convent with buff, tanned,
naked fire fighters parading around outside her cloister
window.

The man looking at her looked hesitant,
respectful.

Alex. She thought.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Strong and I have come up with an idea. It
may be a little crazy but look, what else are we going to do until
we get rescued from this damn island?"

His eyes were filled with longing but at the
same time, he carefully remained a respectable distance from her.
It drove her mad.

This one always did the same. He was so
careful not to touch her under any circumstances and all the time
she was just crying out for his touch, dreaming of his hands, his
fingers, his arms, his chest, his hungry mouth against hers...

The other one was different. He always came
close to her. His animal scent and masculine presence filling her
senses and sending her raging hormones into overdrive. But he was
careful never to touch her either, unless it was some
half-intentional light brush of his hand or thigh here or there. It
drove her mad but made her go the opposite way. She wanted the big
tease to be reduced to his knees, to tears if possible, begging her
to touch him. Of course, he would do it if she asked him. She was
sure of that. But she intended to make it so that he wasn't sure of
anything. If he was lying to her, then he deserved every bit of the
pain she would inflict upon him.

The difference between the two brothers
physically was almost nothing, but in temperament, they couldn't
have been more dissimilar.

"Tell me the idea." She said, not allowing
herself to speculate what the two brothers might have come up
with.

"Well, it's about you and us. I think it's
pretty clear that we both, uh... that we both like you." Melanie
was trying but she couldn't stay angry at this huge man who was
acting like a tongue-tied schoolboy in front of her. The look he
was giving her, the sound of his voice made her want to throw
herself at his feet.

She looked up at him, her gorgeous blue eyes
filled with anticipation, her skin tingling with excitement.

"Yes." She said.

"In case you hadn't noticed, uh, there's
only one of you and two of us."

"I've noticed." She said. "Trust me, I've
noticed."

"And you haven't said anything about your
feelings to either of us -- at least not to me anyway."

Her heart was beating and she could feel
herself becoming wet. The pressurized sexual tension of the island
in the last days had turned her into a simmering volcano of desire,
ready to blow at the tiniest provocation.

Tall was wearing nothing but shorts and a
ridiculous garland of flowers that Melanie had given to him and to
his brother the day before when she had been in a softer, more
conciliatory mood. It embarrassed her to look at them now.

"I haven’t said anything to your brother,
either." She said.

“Okay." He said with relief. "Now we aren't
asking anything of you Melanie, just that you give each of us the
opportunity to explain ourselves to you in complete privacy, one at
a time."

"I'm not sure I understand." She said.

"It's not like we are asking you to choose
between us or anything. I don’t know how things really stand with
you and Mitch and you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want
to." He paused to allow her to speak, but she just dropped her
eyes. She didn't want to talk about it. Mitch was an idiot but she
had said too much already. He didn’t deserve to lose his job for
cheating on someone. As much as it riled her, work and romance were
separate.

In addition, it was still too soon to fully
trust these men who were essentially strangers to her. No matter
what her feelings were, she couldn't give herself up to them so
easily. They were rich and powerful and all she had were vague
feelings about them. They could still toss her aside like the $60
million airplane they had barely talked about since it sank into
the ocean.

"Just give each of us an opportunity to
convince you that we are telling the truth. One evening -- the
other one of us will cross the island and spend the night
there."

A thrill shot through her. A night alone.
With each of them. What could that mean?

"And no funny business." He added. "All we
want to do is give you the chance to hear each of us out without
the background noise of us squabbling."

It was hard enough to resist them as it was,
but if she was alone with one of them? What if one of them lost
control? What if they couldn't hold themselves back? After all, she
had heard them say about her how straightforward could a night
alone with one of them be.

"Please, Melanie. We owe you this much. You
must be so confused by all of this." His dark eyes pleaded with her
and he reached his hand towards hers, but then pulled back at the
last moment.

“Okay," she said, "I'll do it. But just like
you say, this isn't about me choosing between you two; it's just
about helping me to figure out what's going on here so that I don't
go crazy before we get rescued."

"And we will be rescued, Melanie. You can
trust me on that. Do you really think that our father and little
brother will let us disappear into the ocean like that?"

It was true. Eventually this crazy dream
would end, but in the meantime, she needed to hold on to her sanity
and maybe onto her heart as well. This would all seem very
different once she was back home in LA going to work as a low-paid
flight attendant while they continued to jet off around the world
with their supermodel dates and celebrity friends.

"When do we start?" She said. The man gave a
broad smile, relieved.

"Tonight," he said. "after we build the
campfire then one of us will go to the far side of the island."

"Who goes first?"

"It's your choice."

"Don't make me do that." She said, and
reached a hand out to him, but he pulled away.

"You first." She said instantly. Melanie
suddenly wanted to punish him for rejecting her like that.

"It's okay." He said. "Strong is pretty keen
to be the first to be with you so--"

"I want you first." Melanie said with
determination. She wasn't going to make it easy for him. Let's see
you pull away from me tonight when we're all alone Mr.
Billionaire.

“Okay." He said, his head hanging down, brow
furrowed with anxiety. "I'll tell Sebastian--,” he corrected
himself, “I mean I'll tell Strong."

That evening the two men built a fire
together in tense, angry silence. Melanie couldn't wait for Strong
to go and leave her with Tall. As much as his hot, angry jealousy
and desire for her made her almost quiver with excitement, still
she wanted Tall to be alone with her first. One of them was lying,
and one way or the other he would be punished tonight. If it were
Strong, then he would just have to accept the fact the she had
chosen his brother over him and take advantage of being alone in
the forest to satisfy his needs in some way or other. If it were
Tall, then she would punish him by taking her time alone with him
to the absolute limit of his self-restraint.

Melanie was sure she could make him crack or
reduce him to tears, but she would never give him her permission.
If he really didn't want to touch her, if the sensation of her skin
against his was so abhorrent to him, then tonight would be his
chance to demonstrate it. If he were fighting his own desire, which
she believed he was, then he would need every iota of his resolve
to hold himself back.

At last, the fire was built and Strong
stalked off into the forest to leave his brother alone with the
woman of his obsessions for one whole night. He sounded like a
wounded jungle cat as he crashed through the leaves, stomping
gradually further away.

Melanie looked down at her own legs and arms
and the deep hue of honey brown that long days in the tropical
sunshine had given her. It was a humid night and she was wearing
just a bikini they had salvaged with a mini sarong across her hip.
Her bikini top barely covered her nipples; her long, shining, sun
bleached blonde hair spilled down her right shoulder seductively
covering her right breast.

Alex continued to work with his back to her,
preparing their evening meal of freshly caught fish, tropical
island fruits, and cracked coconuts. He was as far away from her as
he could be without leaving the circle of light from the fire. He
seemed tense.

"Alex." She beckoned softly.

He stopped working but didn't turn
around.

"Why are you calling me that?"

"Isn't it your name?"

"Of course it is, but why would you use it
now?"

She stared at him across the crackling
campfire.

"It's your name, so why wouldn't I use
it?"

"So you believe me?"

"I didn't say that."

He turned back to the meal he was preparing
but only served to provoke her. He was here to 'explain' himself.
But he owed her more than that -- a lot more. Melanie would be
damned if she was going to let him turn his back on her.

"Alex." She repeated softly, teasing him
unimaginably. "Come over here."

He didn't move.

"Or will I come to you?" She said.

He stood up, awkwardly. "No, you stay there.
I'll come to you."

He came over to her slowly in the burgeoning
twilight and then sat down about ten paces from her. Melanie
watched him, silently, her back gently arching, her breasts slowly
rising and falling. Those ten paces would be his downfall. Whatever
pity she had for him was gone now. She would make him beg to touch
her, he would crawl, sell his soul, and she would still say no. He
would have to sacrifice everything he owned and everything he was
in order to satisfy his desire.

She would make him crack and then when he
finally seized her and took her, as he so easily could, she would
still never say yes to him.

How dare you keep that distance between us!
You're going to pay, Mr. Billionaire.

"You wanted this, Alex. Now tell me what you
have to say. I'm ready for you. All you have to do is say the
word."

Alex swallowed hard and it wasn't the only
thing that was hard about him at the moment. He was glad he had
approached her when he had because a moment later and he wouldn't
have been able to stand upright with his erection cramped into his
absurdly tight denim shorts.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." He
suggested.

"It's perfect." She said. "I've wanted to be
alone with you since the moment we arrived on this island." She
couldn't believe her own words. Melanie was never this forward in
relationships, she was always the one to hang back and wait. She
loved to be chased; loved to see the hunger in a man's eyes as he
became obsessed with her.