Resisting the Billionaire Collection (9 page)

The big man appeared torn by her words.

"You mean you don't remember anything about
us?"

Melanie froze, searched her head for
anything that would give her a clue.

"I'm sorry. The last thing I remember is
giving Mitch what he deserved for--"

"For what?"

"Nothing. I remember breaking up with him,
if you really have to know."

"That's good."

"I'm glad you think so."

"That's not what I mean. It's just that it
makes what we have--"

"We don't have anything. All I remember is
breaking up with my boyfriend and then I wake up with a headache
from hell on a beach in the middle of nowhere with a gorgeous man
lying next to--" She stopped herself. The asshole was smiling. How
could she be so stupid?

"It's okay," he said, "you're confused."

She smiled at him for the first time.

"And I'm gorgeous." The smile left her face.
"And you’re adorable." He added. They stared at each other for a
tense moment before a smile cracked Melanie's face again. Alex
smiled too, an irresistibly sexy smile. In moments, the two of them
were lost in crazy, hysterical laughter, lying on their backs side
by side in the sand.

"This is all too much." Melanie said when
the giggles finally subsided. "I just--"

"It's okay, really." Alex rolled up onto his
elbow by her side. "You don't have to remember anything. Just take
your time. Everything will come back. And even if it doesn't, well,
I have no problem starting over again."

He put his hand out and gently caressed her
cheek.

Could she really be in a relationship with
this guy? He was the man of her dreams.

"How long have we -- uh..."

"Been together?"

"Yes."

"Not long. We were just getting started when
the plane went down."

"What does that mean?"

"We met in the airport just before the
flight and both of us knew there was something. We could feel it
right away."

Melanie could feel it right now as well. Her
headache was nearly gone and maybe it was the disorientation, the
exotic surroundings, and the heat, but she wanted this man with all
her heart. If only she could remember, she would take him right
now.

"Then we met in the plane's private quarters
and it was electric. We couldn't hold ourselves back--"

"Stop! That's enough. I don't want to hear
anymore. I need to remember things myself. I don't need you putting
thoughts in my head."

"You're right; forgive me, Melanie. Like I
said, I'm happy to start all over again with you from scratch. Come
on, we better get started taking a look around this island and see
what's floated up on the beach from the plane and what we need to
do to get set up for tonight."

He stood up and she could see how tall he
was, how strong and rugged he looked in his torn castaway clothes.
He helped her to her feet and she felt like a tiny doll in his
hands.

"One half of the plane went down over there,
so there should be plenty of salvage coming in from that
direction." He turned to go but Melanie stopped him.

"What is it?" He said. She put her hands on
his shoulders and stood on tiptoe to reach up and peck him on the
cheek. Although she meant it platonically, the sensation of her
lips against his powerful jaw excited her far beyond anything the
harmless action should have been capable of. This guy was huge,
strong, incredibly sweet, and he had saved her life. He also hadn't
cheated on her. Not that she knew of anyway.

"What was that for?" he said.

"For saving me. And for giving me time."

He gave her that sexy smile again, took her
small hand into his own and then they continued down the beach
together.

Melanie froze.

"What's that?" She said, pointing into the
distance. Alex squinted in the tropical sunlight.

"Oh my God." He gasped. It's a body!" The
two broke into a run and began sprinting across the hot sand.

Chapter Nine

When they reached the prone figure in the sand,
Melanie had to do a double-take. The man on the ground was a mirror
image of the one next to her.

"Who is this?" She said, as Alex rolled the
man over and began to check his vital signs.

"He’s my brother, Sebastian -- my twin
brother. We've got to do something."

"I know CPR." Melanie said and prepared to
put her lips to the man's mouth.

"So do I." Alex said and pushed her back,
but Sebastian was already coming round. He coughed and spluttered
while his brother anxiously watched him.

"Are you okay, bro?" He said. "God, you had
me worried there! I thought you hadn't made it out of this thing
alive."

"Melanie, Sebastian, thank God you’re
okay!"

"Whoa there, little bro. I'm Alex, you're
Sebastian." The brother on the sand looked confused.

"Stop kidding around little bro, it's not
funny. Melanie, are you okay?"

How could he also know her so well?
Melanie's head was spinning again. Not one, but two completely
gorgeous men seemed to be on first name terms with her.

"I'm okay... uh, Sebastian--"

"I'm Alex." He corrected her.

"Now who's kidding around?" The other
brother said. "Come on Sebastian, don't confuse Melanie--"

"This isn't funny Sebastian; we just
survived a plane crash so just knock it off already!"

The first brother drew back. He looked
concerned, afraid.

“Okay." He said. "This is kind of scary.
Just tell me bro; exactly who do you think you are?"

"My name, as you well know, is Alex." Storm
clouds were gathering on his face. "Now quit it before I get
angry."

The hot sun beat down on Melanie's head as
she watched the absurd to and fro between the brothers. Her
headache returned, pounding the inside of her skull.

For the second time today, everything went
black and she was gone.

When she came to, she was cradled in broad
strong arms -- four of them.

She looked around her and recognized the
palm trees, the golden sand, and the sound of softly lapping waves.
She was still there. This was no dream.

Alex (or was it Sebastian?) was looking
softly into her eyes with infinite love and concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Alex."

"No, he's Sebastian."

"Shut up already!"

"Please just stop! I don't care what your
names are. Just tell me what I'm doing here and who you two are.
Then you can figure out what to call each other, because what I'm
thinking now is Jerk One and Jerk Two."

The men glared at each other and then one of
them took the lead.

"Well, I'm not sure exactly where we are but
we were lucky to ditch next to this small island, so even though we
lost a $60 million aircraft, at least we're alive. We were flying
to Tahiti and then we hit the craziest turbulence I've ever seen.
Then the plane went down."

"Why was I going to Tahiti?"

"You were going with us, Alex and Sebastian
Drummond." The other man interrupted.

"He means Alex," he indicated himself, "and
Sebastian," he pointed his twin.

"Jesus Sebastian, can't you see she's
confused enough as it is? Leave off with the bad jokes and just
introduce yourself already."

"I already did, little brother. How about
you come clean and stop joking around?"

Melanie felt nauseous. These were the names
that had been in her head all right and for some reason, the name
Sebastian didn't sit right with her.

She needed to know which was which, even if
she wasn't sure why. She struggled out of the men's arms and backed
away up the sand. She looked up and both men were following her
with pleading eyes.

"Please, Melanie."

"Melanie, it's okay really."

Was this heaven or hell? She couldn't tell.
Both men were gorgeous -- the most gorgeous she had ever seen. They
were both in tatters from the wreck but even in rags, together they
looked like some crazy ad for Calvin Klein underwear. Both were
tanned, chiseled, ripped, tall, beautiful floppy dark brown hair
and dark brown eyes, rugged looks, and an intensity about them that
promised absolute care and devotion to her.

Her head began to spin and both men came to
their knees springing towards her, their strong arms extended to
give her support.

"Stay away!" She shouted. As much as she
would have loved to be gathered up by either of them, she wouldn't
let either of these guys touch her until she had figured out who
was who and what was what.

Tahiti? What a ridiculous story! Probably
they were both lying and they were on some small private beach
somewhere in California.

"Please." They begged.

"Melanie, you have to believe us, we just
want to take care of you. That's all."

"That's right, Melanie. Look, we don't know
each other that long but you have to trust me..."

"Stop right there." She said firmly. "First
off, I need to know who is who."

"I'm Alex." One of them shouted, still on
his knees his chest heaving with anxious desire.

"No he's not, for God's sake Melanie, I
don't know what game he's playing, but this is my brother
Sebastian." He put one big hand to his brother's chest and pushed
him back.

"Get your hands off me, little bro." The
other one said.

"I'm not your little bro, little bro." He
pushed him back harder, but this time his twin wasn't willing to
accept the indignity, grabbed his brother’s arms, and pulled him to
the ground. They began to wrestle in the sand before her, taut,
bronzed muscles glinting in the tropical sun as they struggled with
each other.

Melanie was mesmerized. She didn't know
whether to cry or thank the Mother Goddess for taking her to
Paradise Island. The truth was she could have watched them all day
and to her surprise she could feel a rising heat in her loins,
spreading out into her thighs. This was something she had never
done before, never even imagined: a ringside seat at a sweaty
wrestling match between two Greek gods on a tropical desert island,
fighting over her!

Her mouth dropped open as she watched them
strain their muscles against one another. She had to stop it.

"That's enough." She said, but they ignored
her. By now, one of them had gotten on top and was pushing his
brother's hands into the sand. She stood over them but they paid no
attention to her. The one on top was slowly, inexorably pushing the
others arms down.

"Don't even try, little bro. You know I've
always been able to take you down. Don't make me hurt you."

The brother underneath flashed an angry gaze
at Melanie, obviously stung and humiliated to be bested in front of
her. Her heart flashed with desire. Although both were beautiful,
she felt for the defeated one. She had to help him. She put her
flimsy arms to the powerful fists of the dominant brother and
uselessly tried to force them back.

The defeated brother shouted. "No Melanie,
don't! I need to do this myself." But he couldn't and he was
losing. Inevitably, his arms grew weaker, and his brother grinned
above him.

"I don't want to do this little bro, you
know I don't. But at least Melanie now knows which one of us is the
stronger one. Just say the word and I'll let you go like I always
do."

The bested brother continued struggling and
his desperation was pitiful to watch, but also powerfully arousing
to his one-woman audience. He was struggling for her and for her
alone, pitting all his manhood and risking his pride against his
brother to prove himself to her. She felt guilty as she became wet
watching the spectacle. Every inch that his strong arms sank to the
ground, she felt a wave of pleasure rise. This man, whomever he
was, wanted her more than anything else in the world and was
willing to risk humiliation to prove it.

"Stop." She said softly -- too softly to
make a difference. She waited. Melanie had the crazy feeling that
when his arms reached the ground she was going to… No. Ridiculous,
impossible. Yet she felt ripe for it, primed, as though she had
climaxed recently. However, that was ridiculous too. She knew it
had been months since she was able to find the release of orgasm.
Her clit had begun to forget what pleasure and ecstasy felt
like.

She watched the arms go lower and drank in
the vision. The humiliated brother and the dominant one, the
victor, defeating his own sibling for her, the savage glint in his
eye as he fought in order to claim her. What would he do once the
battle was won? Claim the spoils of victory? Was that what she was?
A prize at a wrestling match?

"Melanie!" The losing brother called
out.

She stared at him but didn't respond,
unmoving.

"Melanie, what's wrong with you? Listen to
me."

His hands sank lower, his desperation became
more intense.

Melanie stood and stared.

Chapter Ten

"If you want to know who's who, just look at his
ass." His hands were almost in the dirt now.

"It's too late for that, little bro. She
already knows who's who."

"There's birthmark on his left butt cheek,
just take a look. That's Sebastian."

"Go on Melanie, take a look." The dominant
brother nodded over his shoulder. "Take a good look at my ass, why
not? The mark you'll find there is what distinguishes me from my
brother Sebastian who is about to be wrestled into the sand
here."

"Do it, Melanie!" The lower brother shouted.
"At least you'll always be able to tell us apart then."

Her hand trembled as she reached over and
with her index finger gently drew the underwear down to reveal the
sculpted ass cheek and the soft crevice of his butt. She gasped a
little and fought it back, trying to hide her desire. It was all
too unreal.