Resisting the Billionaire Collection by Drew Sinclair Page B

well, we don't exactly have much privacy, if you
catch my drift. She's everywhere. All I can think about is her, and
well, we're just human beings; we have needs. You might be able to
live like the Pope but I'm not used to going this long."
    "Especially not with someone so gorgeous
tempting you all the time, just by being there, and being who she
is."
    "I know. If only she was an asshole or
superficial, dumb, or something, but not such a perfect lady."
    "A lady I need to fuck."
    Melanie’s jaw dropped. She gasped and
covered her mouth with her hand.
    "Tell me about it."
    The two men stood with their heads hanging
down, their increasingly wild dark brown locks covering their
bronzed backs.
    Hidden in the trees, Melanie struggled hard
to control her breathing. After all, the men weren't the only ones
who had needs. She knew she was more relaxed and happy, maybe more
at peace than she had ever been in her whole life. But it hadn't
occurred to her that it had made her so much more attractive to her
two island-mates. She looked down at her honey brown skin, her flat
stomach, and golden thighs. She had to admit; she was looking
pretty damn good and feeling even better. Maybe better than she had
ever looked before in her whole life, if she didn't say so
herself.
    "That girl was just created to be loved."
Sebastian said.
    The problem for Melanie was that the same
thing had happened to the boys. Their hair had grown long and their
already muscular bodies were more toned and bronzed from island
life and tropical sunshine than she could almost bear to look at.
She found herself falling into ever more intense fantasies at
increasingly shorter intervals throughout the day. Sometimes she
had found it impossible to focus on even the smallest task and had
to go and bathe in the sea just to calm herself down.
    "I need her." Alex said.
    The more they spoke, the harder it was
getting. She was afraid to move in case she cried out.
    "That perfect ass." Sebastian said.
    Her heart raced.
    "Those gorgeous deep blue eyes; I could look
at them forever."
    She could feel warmth begin to spread
through her loins.
    "I just want to get my hands on her." Alex
said.
    She put her own hands to herself now,
between her legs, terrified that they would see her and find her
doing this to herself.
    "You keep your hands off her." Sebastian was
serious again.
    "Who says she's yours?"
    "Trust me, she is and you know it."
    "I don't know any such thing." Alex threw
the harpoon into the water and squared up to his brother.
    "I’ve already had her for God’s sake. Of
course she’s mine."
    Melanie jerked bolt upright.
    "Stop telling those damn lies! There wasn’t
any time, you said so yourself." Alex shouted.
    "It’s not a lie. There was plenty of time.
Melanie just doesn't remember it yet. We were together in the
master bedroom when the turbulence hit. It was the greatest
experience of my life and judging from her response, I think it was
pretty damn awesome for her too."
    Melanie's breath froze. Could it be true?
Had she really done it with one of the brothers already? Was that
why the name Alex meant something to her and Sebastian gave her bad
vibrations? But which one had she been with? Which one was giving
her the bad vibrations? The one she had slept with or the one she
hadn't?
    Her head was spinning again.
    "If you fucked her -- and I don't believe
you did -- then why are you pretending to be me? What the hell is
with that?"
    Sebastian stared at his brother across the
shimmering tropical water.
    "I'm not pretending." He said, very
seriously.
    "What are you talking about?"
    "Have you gone crazy? I really am Alex. It's
the accident. The plane crash. You were confused afterwards, very
confused. Somehow..."
    Alex dropped his harpoon and lunged at his
brother, the two crashed into the water and struggled together,
wrestling in silence.
    Sebastian knew his brother well, but he
hadn't expected this level of violence in his reaction. What he
thought of as a white lie,