Resisting the Billionaire Collection (40 page)

Chapter Twenty

The kiss seemed to last forever and when their lips
finally parted, Alison's laughter was choked with remorse, sadness,
love and regret.

"Those two crazy girls." She said. "When
will they ever learn? I'm so sorry Daniel. I'll never doubt you
again."

"It's okay, baby." The words melted her. She
wanted to be his baby, the sweet thing he would come home to every
day and make love to all night. She couldn't wait to give herself
to him and then take him for herself when the time came.

"It's okay, really." He said. "It's okay to
doubt me, it's okay to ask questions, and I don't hold it against
MJ and Olivia for one second. Really, I'm not like that."

They kissed again and when he drew his head
away, she held onto him.

"I want you." She said in a breathless
whisper. "I want you now. Isn't there somewhere we can go?"

He looked at her with a burning longing in
his eyes. She could feel her desire rise but why the hell wasn't he
saying anything? She needed him now, inside her, carrying her away,
taking his pleasure from her, a pleasure he so richly deserved. She
longed match him breath for passionate breath and thrust for every
thrust of his powerful male body.

"God, Alison. You have no idea how hard it
is for me to control myself right now, but there's something I have
to do first."

"No." She took his face in her hands and
pressed her lips urgently to his. The surge between them was almost
uncontrollable, her nipples were almost in pain they had become so
hard and his cock was straining against his tight underwear.

"Please, baby," he said, "trust me just this
once. I want you more than I ever have and I want you more than
I've ever wanted anyone before in my life, but I need you to do
something for me."

"Anything." She said breathlessly.

"It has to be tonight. I've got things I
need to do first, so it will be perfect for us."

"Yes, God yes. I want it to be perfect I
just don't know if I can hold on that long."

He pressed his lips to her ear.

"You've got to hang on." He said. "I don't
want you to touch yourself, not even once, not even when you
shower. I want it all for me, every little bit."

Wordlessly she promised herself to him.

"I'll be waiting for you." He said. "I'll
send you the address. It's a Midtown hotel on Central Park, the one
where my brother is staying. He's a very rich man, so he won't mind
if we use the honeymoon suite he has booked."

Alison was melting under the force of her
own heat and from the sensation of Sebastian's hot breath on her
ear and neck. God, could it get any more perfect? Not only was he
going to take her but it would be surrounded by luxury. The perfect
lovemaking for the perfect couple.

"I'll try." She said, moaning the words.
"I'll try to hold on." She smiled. "But I'll be thinking of you
when that soap is in my hands."

He felt his member spring loose from his
underwear and bulge into his khakis. It would be hell for him to
wait that long and harder than he could ever explain to her. His
case of blue balls had been building up for the last year and now
that the finish line was so near. But at the same time, he was so
far and so unlikely to ever succeed. It was excruciating.

"I need you to do something else for me too.
Just this once."

She bit her teeth down onto his ear. His
requests and desires were making her hotter than she could
bear.

"You remember when I took you home
before--"

"Oh my God," she moaned, "I'll never forget.
Why did you leave me like that? I was in the shower for an hour
afterwards trying to get off just thinking about you."

He gulped again.

"Thinking about your cock." She hissed into
his ear. He seriously began to worry if he would have to leave that
doorstep with a massive jizz stain in his pants.

"Please, Alison. I've got to speak." He
tried to push her away but she was all over him. She couldn't
control herself, didn't even want to try.

"There was a reason I had to leave that
night." He was struggling to speak and to control himself. His
right hand had moved from her jaw to her breast so beautifully
cupped in her cutaway waistcoat and barista's shirt. His hand was
sending jolts of pleasure from her nipples down into her abdomen
and to her back. She quivered with desire and anticipation.

"I can’t tell you why, not yet." She moaned
with desire, she didn’t care anymore. He would tell her in his own
time.

"But I’ve got to be blindfolded when you get
there."

"Blindfolded?" She
murmured.
God yes.
She thought.
It’s perfect. I'll make
you wild for me you sexy guy.

"And handcuffed." He whispered.

"Handcuffed?" First, he wouldn't have sex
with her now he wanted all the kinks. This guy was truly dark
horse, sexually anyway.

"And gagged." He finally added. Alison
stopped groping him. "Is that it?" She asked.

"That's it." He looked away from her,
ashamed of his requests.

"It’s okay, baby." She whispered to him,
pulling his face back to hers, and covering him with passionate
breathless kisses. Sure, she had never done anything like that
before but she had never felt this way about anyone before. She
would satisfy his every desire. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."
She said.

He gave her a shy glance. "God, you're more
beautiful than I could have dared to imagine."

"I can't wait to get you exactly where I
want you." She whispered to him and stroked his throbbing member
with the fine tapering fingers of her left hand.

"Please don't do that, Alison. Unless you
want me to cum in my pants right now."

"Maybe I do want you to come in your pants."
She said with an evil grin.

"Please no. You can do anything you want
with me tonight, just leave me my, uh... dignity for the next few
hours at least."

She stroked his raging erection one more
time and laughed as he arched and writhed in the agony of trying to
control himself. “Okay, sweet thing." She said. "You can have your
dignity for a few more hours, but then that sucker's mine, okay?"
She gave him a long sensual kiss on the lips, tugged his lower lip
between her teeth as she pulled away, and then tousled his hair up
into a gorgeous, sexy disheveled mess. She pushed up to her feet
against his shoulders.

He watched the contours of her hips, thighs
and ass sail up into the air in front of him and then stared in awe
at the woman he loved, and the woman he was dying to finally make
love to.

"Keep your phone on." He said. "I'll let you
know exactly when and where. Just got to clear things with Alex
first."

“
Okay." She said and
pushed his head back. "I'll be thinking about you all day." Then
she turned and walked down the street away from him. If she had
felt self-conscious walking in front of him before, that was all
gone now. She exulted in her own sensuality in a way she never had
before. Daniel was the first man in her life who had given her this
kind of confidence in herself and she intended to use it. She would
use it to rock his world and blow his mind.

Sebastian watched her sexy hips sway from
side to side as she walked down the street. He needed to get going
but he couldn't take his eyes off her legs, her long beautiful
slender neck, and her perfect ass. He didn't want to but every
sway, every movement, was making his cock even harder and he
wouldn't be able to stand up until that was taken care of.

If he had known that being in love could
make you this hard for someone, he would have started looking for
'The One' a whole lot earlier in life.

Melanie had made him see the possibilities
but then Alex had rightfully taken her. He didn't begrudge his
older brother that victory.

Not anymore.

Besides, he was going to set everything back
to zero again between them. Then it would be just like old times
except they could go on double dates with the women of their lives,
not just with whatever bimbos and cheap golddiggers they had
squabbled over and traded in the past.

He pulled out his phone and called Alex. His
brother sounded sluggish on the phone.

"Hey elder bro, wake up there. I heard you
had a good time last night. Olivia is one hell of a firecracker,
isn’t she? You must be totally drained."

Alex laughed. "That’s not it at all, little
bro. It’s just this stupid jetlag. Do you know what a king-size
hassle this has been? What I had to blow off to get out here on
this kind of notice?"

"I owe you big time, Alex. Big time. I won't
ever forget it. And as a first little thank you, I’m coming over
there right now to take you out on the town and show you a side of
the Big Apple you may not be familiar with."

"Oh no you don't. I am
quite familiar with your side of things and besides, I am a little
tired from fighting off Olivia last night. The girl is like a cross
between a tigress and a boa constrictor. Do you know how hard it
was to
not
fu--?"

"I know, believe me, I know. That’s why I
needed your help. No one who wasn’t as in love as crazy in love as
you are could’ve done it. Anyway, it's not like that. I just want
to show you a good time before you go and get hitched."

"Sebastian, God, it’s still only 9:00, man.
I need another three hours of sleep just to feel normal."

"That’s not the Drummond way, Alex. Come on
man, you just flew coast-to-coast to help me out. You cancelled
your whole schedule and took on the man-eater on my behalf. I need
to say thank you, so just let me. Don't make me feel worse than I
already do."

Alex thought about it.

"If you want to thank me, all you have to do
is be my best man. That's it. Nothing else."

"That goes without saying Alex, but that's
not a thank you, that's an honor, so I'm insisting now. You have
just one more week left to be a single man. Here you are in NYC
with your best little bro who just promised you to be his best man.
Now I think you owe it to me, yourself, and Melanie to get the hell
out there and sow what will be your very last wild oats ever as a
single man on this planet."

"Jesus, you make it sound like a death
sentence."

"You don't have to be unfaithful or anything
because now that I'm in love too I totally understand where you're
coming from. But I do insist on having just a little of that
Drummond Brothers-style fun for old times' sake, just like we used
to. Let’s face it bro, this will be very last time the two of us
are ever single together. So come on, what do you say?"

"I don't know Sebastian..."

"In honor of us speaking again. Please, do
it for me if you won't do it for yourself."

Sebastian waited. He was getting to his
brother, he could feel it.

"God damn it Sebastian, you always knew how
to get me to do anything you wanted. What the hell, one for the
road, for old times' sake. The Drummond Boys ride again for the
very last time."

"Now you're talking, my man. I'll be there
in thirty minutes. Be ready to partaay and leave your Calvin
Klein's at home because there will be fire in the hole
tonight."

"I don't know what you said actually means
little bro, but what the hell, I’ll see you in thirty."

He swiped the call to a close and looked at
his scraggly, unshaven face in the bedroom mirror.

What the hell.
He thought.
One last
time for the Drummond Duo. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter
Twenty-One

"Last time ever, Damien. One last parting shot for
the boys." Sebastian smiled at the burly doorman. "My big brother
here is getting married, so this is our farewell visit to the finer
establishments of New York City’s adult entertainment venues."

"Well congratulations to you, Mr. Drummond."
He said. "But we will certainly miss you around here."

For those who know where to go, New York
City really does provide 24-hour entertainment and Sebastian
Drummond had been an expert in his day. Most of the high-class
strip joints he knew were still in business and were very happy to
see the brothers back again, if disappointed when they learned it
was to be a final adieu to the scene. Sebastian had arranged for
high-class call girls to accompany them on their whistle stop tour
of all the best locations, just to set the right tone. Alex wasn’t
happy when the girls showed up, but he took it all in his stride
for old times' sake.

"Just so you know bro, it's only
conversation with these wonderful ladies, nothing else." He kept
saying at odd intervals to his little brother. Not that Sebastian
really cared, although the more slurred the mantra became the less
he was inclined to believe it.

"Don't worry bro," he said, "I got it under
control, just one last farewell. Nothing the old lady wouldn't
approve of."

With his brother buried in a double lap
dance and surrounded on all sides by strippers and call girls,
Sebastian slipped away to put the final touches to his plan.

"Hi, this is Sebastian Drummond here. I need
a large bucket of rose petals for when I return to my room today.
I'll be there in just a couple of hours. And put two hundred
lightly scented candles, romantic ones, a variety of sizes,
arranged around the main living area and in the bedroom. Can you
handle that? Excellent. There will be a guest arriving at
approximately 8:00. She’s a beautiful blonde woman by the name of
Alison Myers. She’s a very good friend of mine, but under no
circumstances should she be admitted to the room until 8:05. Got
that? Good."

He hung up and made his next call.

"Alison."