Resisting the Billionaire Collection (66 page)

After a few minutes, they pulled themselves
together and sat down, holding each other's hands across the coffee
table.

"I'm the one who should be sorry, Olivia.
How could I have been so petty? After all we've been through
together, I let a stupid guy come between us."

"No, no mi amor. It was all my fault. Why
did I ever lie to you? You're my best friend MJ, and I was so
stupid. Men just aren't worth it. They come and go but a girlfriend
like you is for life." The two women sat for some minutes, allowing
the fire of their friendship to silently rekindle.

"I got your call, MJ." Olivia said. "But I
was too ashamed to call you back. I'm so sorry."

"No, Olivia. It’s me that should be sorry.
I’m sorry I didn't call you sooner. Plus, I should have left you a
message. But I was too proud to call and then too scared to say
anything. I've been an idiot this whole time."

They hugged again, wiped away the remaining
tears, and then Olivia beamed her beautiful smile at her friend.
How MJ had missed the warmth of that southern states and Latin
American smile.

"So how are you, MJ? How have you been? It's
been so long."

Where do I begin?
MJ took a deep breath.

"Well, I called you because I needed your
help."

"Anything mi amor, anything at all."

"But now maybe I just need your advice on
something."

"Tell me. You can tell me anything."

"It's about men."

"Ay! Dios mio!" Olivia
shrieked. "Especially about this. I am
all
ears
hermosa, tell me
everything."

"You won't believe it."

"Try me." Olivia said with absolute
skepticism. MJ nodded her head, there was nothing Olivia hadn't
tried or dabbled in with men. She was a true expert in matters of
the heart and of the bedroom.

MJ took a deep breath and began her story.
She told her everything, right up to the events of that morning.
When she had finally finished, Olivia was sitting with her mouth
open.

"So what do you think, Olivia? What would
you do?"

"Ay, ay, ay, MJ, Hermosa. The first thing is
that you surprise me girl, let me tell you that. This is not the
same uptight New Yorker I used to know with grass growing over her
chocho."

MJ smiled. She was more than a little
embarrassed about the whole thing, but something about her old
friend's totally open and non-judgmental interest had led her to
reveal all.

"And let me tell you that I love the new MJ.
So basically you’ve got four guys chasing after your chimba and you
cannot decide which of them should get to taste your hot tamale
first?"

"I can't even decide if I should decide
between them or not." MJ still couldn’t quite believe she was
saying those words.

"This one is easy as hell, baby. You should
have come to mama Olivia a long time ago. Give me that phone of
yours." She snatched up the phone that MJ had set on the table
before them and started tapping out a message. She read it out to
MJ as she typed.

'Dear sweet, sexy Adam and
Blake. You guys both make my heart soar like an eagle in the
Andes
, no wait, let's say
‘in Rocky Mountains’
." 

MJ sat back and laughed. Olivia had always
been the joker of the three.

‘
I cannot stop my brain
from thinking about you and I cannot even sleep for touching myself
when I imagine that you are near to me in the night.’

MJ snorted coffee through her nose thinking
of Blake or Adam ever reading this.

"Let's go Shakira on these
guys." She continued,
‘my tits become like
Rocky mountain peaks when I think about you and a river of desire
flows though the Grand Canyon of my love. Please come to meet me
tonight, both of you, at 6:00 p.m. I've been a bad girl, so I
expect you to be firm with me.’
She
grinned at MJ.’ "'Firm', get it?" 

"I get it all right. Come on, that’s enough,
give me my phone back."

Olivia pulled it away and continued
typing.

‘
Because
I am worth it you will have to share me tonight and then I will
pick the one I desire the most. It is the only fair way. If you are
not there, consider yourself disqualified. Love and kisses,
MJ.’
She stopped talking but
continued tapping on the screen.

"What are you doing now? Give me the damn
phone back."

"Just a second. Okay, there you are." She
handed the phone over. "I've sent it."

"Stop kidding around, Olivia."

"I am completely serious. If these two guys
want you then they can share or they can vaya con dios."

MJ checked her sent message folder. The
message had been sent alright, as dictated, to both Blake and Adam.
Now it was MJ's jaw that dropped.

"Oh my God, Olivia, what the hell have you
done?" Her face was white. Olivia held up her own phone and snapped
a photo.

"Dios mio mi amor, you should see yourself
right now."

MJ fumbled to type a new message to the two
men to disown herself from the crazy proposition, but she was in
such shock that the phone flipped from her hands and flew into a
flower pot. She lunged to retrieve it as Olivia continued chuckling
and snapping photos. Finally she got it and struggled back into her
seat, hissing in fear and desperation.

"Jesus Olivia, you don't know what you've
done! What about the date with Josh? What about the ring? I've got
to stop this!" The beep of a received message came through on her
phone. It was from Adam. MJ froze. She hardly dared open it.

"It's from Adam." She whispered, holding the
phone away from her like it might explode in her face. Olivia
snatched it from her hand again and opened the message. A huge grin
of delight covered her face from ear to ear as she held the screen
up to the horrified MJ.

There was a series of
smiley faces followed by a simple
c u @
6!

"Oh. My. God." MJ gasped.

"You’re damn right, ‘oh my God’." There was
another beep.

"Who's that?" MJ snatched at the phone but
missed.

Olivia's eyes widened as she read the
message. She held it up for her friend.

'6pm. Don't be late. I
won't be.'
It was from
Blake/Joshua.

The two girls sat with their jaws to the
floor, staring into each other's eyes. Finally MJ spoke.

"What the hell am I going to wear?" She
whispered.

Olivia began shrieking and beating the table
with her hands. MJ watched her for a few seconds and then joined
in. There were dissaproving looks from fellow coffee drinkers but
the girls couldn't have cared less.

Chapter
Thirty-Six

5:30 p.m.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." MJ was
looking at herself in the full length mirror in Blake's bedroom. It
was the larger of the two with the wealthy man’s huge bed and
over-the-top satin sheets. It was far more appropriate for their
purposes then Adam's cluttered mancave.

Olivia had taken over from the moment MJ had
decided to go ahead with her risqué plan. They went shopping for
lingerie and she had a couple of her boyfriends come along and help
them out with the selection to make it as scorching hot as
possible.

"You better believe it baby, because
showtime is about to begin. Now, let's go through it again. You’ve
got nothing to worry about. You are in control here. Let them
figure out how to share you. All you have to do is be fair. If you
kiss one, then you have to kiss the other one too, okay? If you
blow--"

"I get the picture, I get the picture. Be
fair. Let them figure out any awkward stuff."

"Let them know any ground rules you have in
advance, like if you have a problem with the puerta atras or
anything like that, then these two cabras calientes have to know
about it and be okay with that. Don't be shy, you hear me?"

MJ took a deep breath. "I think you’d better
go, Olivia. You've done all you can." Olivia put her hands on her
friend's shoulders and looked her in the eyes. 

"Are you sure you don't need some help with
these two guys? Because I'm free tonight." She couldn't keep the
laughter in and soon MJ was laughing too. 

"Go on, get out of here. If I need your help
I'll call you, okay?"

"I'll keep my phone on." Olivia smiled. "Un
besito, mi amor." She gave her friend a hug, a kiss on each cheek,
and then she left. MJ stood for a moment, her thin silk wrap tight
around her. This was it. Crazy, wild, totally ill-advised,
inappropriate, unfair, screwed up, and bound only to end in
turmoil.

Her plan was as follows: Threesome at 6:00
p.m. Hot date with a billionaire at 8:00. Call secret admirer of
the $200,000 ring at midnight.

She ran her fingers through her long red
hair and then down her thighs, took a deep breath, and went to the
bedroom to wait. Her heart was racing, her pussy already wet just
from the thought of what would happen in a few short minutes.

MJ shed the wrap revealing the tantalizing
lingerie she had selected with Olivia and her friends and then
picked up the blindfold they had prepared. She attempted uselessly
to settle her breathing.

I can’t do this.

She heard the front door
open and she took a sharp breath in.
It’s
not right to do this.

This was it.
I’ve got to stop this.

This was the end of the uptight MJ. Three
years without sex and this was how she was going to say goodbye to
her self-enforced celibacy: with one almighty hell of a bang.

She put the blindfold down
again.
Oh my God. I really, really can’t
do this.

"This isn’t me." She whispered. She searched
frantically for her phone.

"I’ve got to call this off." She had to call
them before they got to the bedroom. Why had she even considered
asking Olivia for her advice? She was the last person to ask about
choosing between men. Why the hell hadn’t she listened to Ally’s
suggestions?

The door to the bedroom opened and MJ turned
in desperation. Blake Murray was standing there -- alone. His gaze
was feral, hunted and avid all at the same time. His normally
perfect mane of thick dark hair was ruffled as though he had been
running his fingers through it repeatedly to master his thoughts
and desires.

Blake approached the bed without a glimmer
of smile. He was dressed in his usual combination of smart casual,
executive power, everything hand-tailored, monogrammed, and
enhanced with whatever other vanities the fabulously rich take for
granted.

"Where is he?" He growled.

"He’s not here yet." She whispered.

Joshua looked down at her naked, pale,
alabaster white shoulders, her barely covered breasts, the delicate
mound of her abdomen. His breathing was labored.

"He’s late. The game is forfeit. That
means... "

MJ watched him like a gazelle waiting for a
jungle cat to pounce. She tried but failed to control her breathing
as he removed his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt. His
powerful broad chest was as tanned and muscular as ever. MJ's pussy
contracted in anticipation. It was going to be okay. Blake had come
for her and Adam had forfeit. That meant the one who was willing to
share her was here. The one who couldn’t bear to compromise was
elsewhere.

But that’s all
wrong...
Then she saw Adam enter the room
behind Blake.

He wore the same relaxed, sexy grin that
seemed to never leave his face. Adam was more casually dressed in
just a loose t-shirt and jeans. He slowly pulled the t-shirt off
over his head and MJ watched in awed confusion as the muscles of
his bronzed torso rippled. She felt her nipples swell and protrude
into the lace cups of her tiny, sexy brassiere. Adam wasn’t quite
so broad and powerful as the huge Joshua, but he was more cut and
lean.

She tried to think things through. If both
of them were there, then were they both willing to share her? Damn
New York City anyway. Why couldn’t one of them been prudish or
moral enough to refuse Olivia’s crazy invitation?

Joshua began to unbutton his slacks and as
they dropped to the floor, MJ watched the bulge in his silk boxers
grow. He was turned on already and getting harder by the
second.

She had been warned by Olivia that maybe one
or even both of them would fail to get hard-ons due to the presence
of another man in the room, but it didn't look like it would be a
problem. Joshua hooked his thumbs into his boxers, ready to slip
them off. MJ could see that he was already at half-mast but it was
obvious that he wouldn't stay there for very long. 

He was clearly big down there -- very big.
No surprise, considering how tall and naturally strong he was.
Joshua grimaced as though struggling with his own emotions and
urges.

Adam stood right next to him with a huge
smile on his face and another prodigious prong bouncing shamelessly
in the air. He looked completely at ease and was obviously making
no effort whatsoever at self-control.

MJ caught herself smiling back before she
could help it. Joshua gazed at her, perplexed, and then looked over
his right shoulder.

"What the hell?" He shouted when he saw the
grinning Adam next to him.

"Howdy, partner." Adam said with a wink.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh
my God! What have I done?
MJ’s mind
raced.

Joshua swung for Adam but the young man was
too quick. Nevertheless, he lost his footing and fell to his back
with his member twitching ridiculously in the air.

MJ gaped. Her mind went completely blank. It
was all she could do just to get her head around the bizarre
spectacle of these two huge, sexy, gorgeous, charming, smoking hot,
and totally turned on naked men in front of her.