Sharing the Billioniare

by Elizabeth Coldwell

  Taking the chance while she still had the freedom to, she slipped her hands inside the loosened waistband of Nick’s pants. She clenched her fingers and used her nails to score the firm globes of his butt. He tensed and she pulled him tighter. He moaned, a deep feral sound, and his cock pumped as he came.

  When he’d finished, he pulled out and gave her a shake. “I didn’t tell you to touch me. You’ll pay for that.”

  He reached down and ripped off a condom and walked to the bathroom.

  “When did he…?” she asked.

  “He had it on when he opened his pants,” Blair whispered in her ear. “I wouldn’t have let him near you otherwise.”

  She nodded and twisted her head to smile at him over her shoulder. “You take care of me.”

  He kissed her gently on the cheek. “And I always will.” He held her a little tighter. “Nick’s in a wild mood. Can you handle it?”

  “Yes,” she said. “As long as you’re here with me.”

  “Always.” At that moment, Nick returned and Blair retreated. Elise knew he would stand back and let Nick take control.

  Tonight she was Nick’s plaything.

  He stepped towards her and clasped the V-neck of her dress. With one strong tug he ripped it apart, the silk giving way with a high-pitched squeak as the fibres stretched and tore. Elise shivered when he gripped her shoulders with strong hands, pushing her to the carpet to kneel in front of him.

  He gestured to Blair. “Stand behind her. Hold her arms.”

  Blair moved into position immediately, pulling her arms back, so her breasts thrust out, her nipples proud and hard.

  Nick sat on the edge of the sofa. He shoved his hands under the front of her thong and pushed his way to her cunt, inserting three fingers, curling them so they hooked against the damp muscled walls. He’d watched closely last night.

  He circled his thumb around her clit, fast and relentless. She fought it, tried not to give in too soon, but his touch was too sure, too expert and with a groan, she came. It made no difference. He only pressed harder, the edge of pain heightening her pleasure and she felt the pulsing heat wash over her again. Again and again he did it. When she started to beg for respite Blair clapped one hand across her mouth.

  By the time Nick withdrew his fingers and sat back, her bones had stopped supporting her and she sagged forward, held up only by Blair’s hands. Her mind was a grey haze, vision blurred, cunt scraped and tingling, clit throbbing and full.

  She heard the sound of Nick shuffling through the suitcase of toys Blair had placed on the stand. “Do you have rope?”

  The soft drag of fibre across her chest pulled her out of her daze. Nick held several lengths of narrow, white cord in his hands. He pushed her onto her back on the leather-covered ottoman, slipping the ropes behind her.

  Blair, no longer needing to hold her, moved to the side. His watchful gaze centred on Nick’s hands as he wove them back and forth, plaiting and twisting the ropes across her stomach. Elise tried to lift her head to see what he was doing, but Nick growled, “Don’t move.”

  The ropes pulled tight, cutting under her breasts.

  After a few moments Nick pulled her to her feet and pushed her in front of him so that she faced the full-length mirror.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed, and it was. He had woven the ropes into a Celtic knot that covered her abdomen. The cords radiating out from it bound her arms by her side but left her legs and groin bare. “All the better to fuck you,” Nick said.

  Above the knot her breasts jutted out, the nipples already hard and red. With his hands twisted in the rope at her back, he spun her round then led her into the bedroom. He pushed her on her back on the bed, then turned and left the room. In a moment he was back, a red candle in his hand, the flame flickering in the air-conditioned breeze.

  Elise tensed.

  Nick knelt with one knee on the bed. Looking straight into her eyes, he tilted the candle until a stream of red wax trickled onto her nipple. The wax was hot, but not so hot she couldn’t bear it, and the pain sent fire trails of pure arousal shooting through her. Her nerves thrummed, and even though she knew Nick’s knots would hold firm, she flexed her muscles against them.

  “Stop fighting it.” Blair’s breath, harsh and raspy, sounded in her ear. She rolled her eyes to see him shuck off his pants, his cock erect and thick with a drop of pre-cum already winking in the unsteady light.

  He wrapped his fist around the thick column and stroked twice. He knew how much she loved him to jerk off in front of her, to watch the cum fountain from him in spurting white streams.

  He stilled his hand and uncurled his fist. He wasn’t ready to come yet then. His gaze lifted from her and she followed it with the limited amount of head movement she could muster.

  Nick had blown out the candle and undressed. His hard chest glistened, smooth and hair free, highlighting his rippled muscles and his clear golden skin.

  She couldn’t see below his belly button until he once more knelt on the bed between her legs. His cock, thicker than Blair’s, jutted out above his swinging balls. There the skin took on a purple hue, hot and potent.

  He pushed her thighs wider apart.

  “Have you fucked her when she looks like this?” he asked. “With the wax?”

  “No,” Blair replied.

  “Do you want to?”

  “I always want to.”

  “Then do it.”

  She heard the rustle of a condom wrapper being opened.

  Nick crawled up Elise’s body until he straddled her shoulders. He reached down and arranged the pillows so her head was bent up. With his thumb and fingers on either side of her jaw, he opened her mouth and pushed inside.

  At the same time Blair’s cock filled her cunt though she couldn’t see him past the solid wall of Nick’s body.

  Both men rocked into her, hard and rough. Nick went so deep she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it, but he seemed to know just how far to push before he pulled out to thrust again.

  Blair knew her far better, but tonight had eaten at his control and he was rough, hard and painful. She’d have bruises tomorrow, have to walk carefully. Every sharp twinge, every dull ache would remind her of how uninhibitedly she had been taken.

  The air was filled with the sounds of grunts and moans of pleasure and perfumed with the musky scent of sex and sweat, wax and rope.

  Nick clasped the back of her neck and he held her to him, holding her tight. His seed spilled into her throat, leaving her no choice but to swallow.

  Blair rammed home and although he chanted “No. No. Not yet,” his thrusts grew harder, wilder until she felt the pulsing as he came.

  Then he slumped backwards, pulling out of her. Nick shuffled back and ran his hands across the decorative knot. His fingers toyed with the crown of red wax still mounded on her nipples. With a jolt, he ripped the wax clear, the pain sharp, sudden and searing. Then he bent down and licked, soothing the sting with the cool moisture of his tongue.

  She felt Blair slide in behind her, his arms wrapping her in a cocoon of love and safety. Then Nick too slid down to lie full length against her. The kiss he gave her was long and sweet, all anger gone. He lifted his head and looked across at Blair. “No wonder you love her, she is a very, very special woman.”

  He kissed her again and began to untie the knots. As each rope was lifted from the skin, he rubbed his fingers across the ridged patterns left on her flesh and smiled. Blair, leaning up on his elbow, watched.

  When the last cord had been dropped to the floor, Nick murmured, “Do you want me to leave?”

  “Stay,” Blair said. “You are part of this now, part of us.”

  Elise smiled. “I’d like that too.”

  The aftermath, the feeling of having been well loved, of having pleased and been pleased, was an integral part of the experience. The peace that settled on her made it a magical time and she wanted to share it with him.

  Blair showed his acceptance by settling back down
and pulling the blanket up over the three of them.

  As if they had been together for years instead of two nights, they relaxed against each other, bodies fitting perfectly, and drifted into sleep.

  Chapter Three

  When she awoke in the morning she was alone in the bed. She could hear Blair talking on the phone in the other room. Pulling on her wrap, she strolled out. Nick was nowhere to be seen, his clothes gone from the floor, nothing to remind her he’d been here except for the lingering scent of his cologne and the pleasurable rasp of the silk across her reddened and abraded nipples.

  Blair sounded intent and worried and from the single side of the conversation she could hear, she knew some complication had arisen in one of his business deals and he was needed elsewhere. And wherever Blair was needed she too would go. Not because she couldn’t cope without him but because they hated to be apart and Blair had the wealth to ensure they never needed to be.

  Blair ended the call and turned to Elise. “The takeover in Frankfurt’s been fouled up. I have to go there and sort it out.”

  “Can’t you send someone else? You have a huge staff. Surely one of the directors can do it?”

  “There are at least five others with the expertise,” Blair agreed, sighing deeply. “The problem is the owner of the chain we’re taking over refuses to deal with anyone but me.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “The timing sucks but I have an obligation to see this through. I can’t blow the guy off as if he didn’t matter.”

  Elise knew how much Blair’s reputation as a fair and hands-on powerbroker mattered to him. But they’d just found Nick and she had nowhere near had her fill of him. She wasn’t sure she ever would. And Blair enjoyed watching them together, enjoyed participating. They had never found anyone with whom they had struck such an instant rapport, never known anyone who seemed so much to belong.

  “Where’s Nick?” she asked.

  “He left when the phone rang.” Blair was already packing, paying little attention to neatness or where things went. If he’d had to he’d walk out and arrange for their belongings to be sent. “The helicopter will be here for us in an hour.”

  Elise picked up the internal phone. “I’d better tell them we’re leaving.” She paused with the phone halfway to her ear. “I’ll ask them to keep the rooms. How long do you expect this problem will take to solve?”

  “I’ll need at least ten days to settle the deal, maybe longer.” He looked at her, his sombre face warning her of what was to come. “After that, you know we are booked up for months with this international hotel acquisition project. Before we came we knew these few days were a stolen luxury.”

  Something hard and lumpy lodged in her throat. She loved Blair but she knew she could love Nick too, if only they had the time.

  “There’s no way we could stay a little longer?”

  Blair’s mouth tightened. “I can’t. I have to be there.” He looked at her, his eyes suddenly blank and distant. “You could stay if you really wanted to.”

  She knew what he was offering. She rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Never. I don’t want Nick if I don’t have you there as well.” She looked up at him. “How could you even think that I would want that?”

  He rubbed wearily at his face. “I guess I’m not thinking clearly at all. Ring the desk and see if you can get Nick to come up here. We owe him an explanation and a personal goodbye.”

  Five minutes later there was a peremptory knock on the door. Nick stood there looking formal and efficient but the emptiness in his eyes matched Elise’s feelings.

  “You’re leaving?” he asked. “Is it something I did? Something to do with…?”

  “No, not at all, “ Blair said. “I have been called away suddenly on business.” He looked down the corridor and seeing it empty pulled Nick inside. “I have no choice.”

  “You will be coming back though,” Nick asked.

  “Not for months,” Elise said, a tear trickling down her cheek.

  Nick reached out and caught it one his fingertip. He stared at it for a long time, his throat working. “Months?” His chest rose and fell on a deep breath. “I thought…but it seems I was mistaken.” Turning to Blair he said. “I thank you for the opportunity you gave me to share your knowledge of your beautiful wife. I will always be grateful but she belongs to you and your generosity could only ever be temporary.”

  He bent slightly from the waist, a formal, but oddly fitting farewell. “Have a safe journey.” He turned and headed for the door.

  “Wait.” Blair’s voice stopped him as he stepped into the corridor. Nick turned. “This doesn’t have to be over. There might be a way.”

  Hope stirred in Elise’s chest. Blair was a master strategist. If he had a plan, they had a chance.

  “Come with us,” he said to Nick. “You have skills I need. The three of us can live and travel together.”

  Elise’s breath let go with a rush. “Perfect,” she said. “Oh Blair, thank you.”

  She turned to Nick but instead of the pleasure she expected his face was dark with anger.

  “I am not some whore you can purchase for your pleasure. I am a man. I have my reputation and my self-respect.” His brow was furrowed. Harsh grooves formed on either side of his mouth. “I want to be with you, but not like this. Never like this.”

  Blair laughed. The bright joy of it surprised even Elise. “You do have extraordinary bedroom skills,” Blair said, his face split by a grin. “But those weren’t the skills I was referring to. You’re the best hotel manager I’ve come across in years. I told you before…the running of this hotel is brilliant. Your management of people and finances is responsible for that.”

  The grim look faded from Nick’s face. “Go on. I’m listening.”

  “The deal that’s taking me away from here concerns my acquisition of one of the world’s largest hotel chains. I want you to come with us as a consultant. Once the takeover is successful I’ll appoint you as CEO of my hotel acquisition department. We won’t always be able to be in the same place at the same time, but a lot of the time we will be.”

  Elise looked from one man to the other, her heart fluttering with excitement. “It would work. I’ve seen you interact with staff. You could do it, Nick.”

  “I’d have to work out my notice,” Nick said.

  “Nah. You wouldn’t.” Blair’s grin widened. “I’m buying the entire hotel. I can have a temporary manager in here in five hours. Hell, I can have a team of temporary managers flown in. Money no object.” He raised his eyebrows. “Not that that will be the case for long. Once you start working for us I’ll expect you to ensure that all my hotels run at a profit. What do you say?”

  “I say yes.” Nick held out his hands.

  Elise and Blair took one each. “I think we can call this a binding agreement,” Blair said.

  Elise just smiled.

  About the Author

  Alysha Ellis lives in Australia and when she isn’t busy drinking champagne, eating chocolate and letting her inner tart run free, she writes erotic comedy. Her favourite quote comes from Mae West—’A hard man is good to find.’ Who could argue with that? Alysha tries very hard to be bad, because bad girls have all the fun.

  Email: alyshaellis@yahoo.com.au

  Alysha loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

  Also by Alysha Ellis

  Send Me An Angel

  The Devil Made Me Do It

  Lone Wolf

  Downunder Heat

  Bodices and Boudoirs: A Boudoir For Three

  CUFFED TO HIM

  Cerise DeLand

  Dedication

  For the marvellous staff at Total-E-Bound, you are a delight to work with, professional, efficient and oh, so creative. A writer’s dream come true!

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmar
ks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  The Economist: The Economist Group

  Cigar: Cigar Magazine, Inc

  The New Yorker: Condé Nast

  Google: Google Inc

  Chapter One

  Objective. How was she going to remain objective?

  Joanna Carter snapped shut her laptop, even though her notes on the delicious Spencer brothers swam in her brain. With a wince, she told herself to relax and sank further into the plush chair in the private jet terminal. She was about to leave known civilisation for a remote Caribbean island owned by the two brothers who were the third and fourth richest men in the States. On their island she would work hard, play never, and interview the two grown men whom she had adored since she’d been four. Her journalism career—her own self-esteem—depended on whether she could keep her cool and write the profiles like the award-winning professional she had once been.

  Could she do that? Hell. She had to, if she wanted to eat for the rest of her life. Too bad the only way to make that happen was to write an exposé of two men who had once been her best friends. And my fantastic lovers.

  She scanned the ultra-modern terminal and worried her lower lip over the prospect of seeing the famous—the infamous—Spencer brothers after fourteen years. When she had lived next door to them in dusty west Texas, they had treated her like a third wheel, their buddy, their chubby little tag-along. Then they had been as nerdy as she was girly. As skinny as she was chunky. As funny as she was dry. And when she turned eighteen, the two men had introduced her to games, sexy ones.

  And she had loved every minute.

  But now?

  I’m a wreck. She froze, ceased fiddling with the straps to her camera bag and dropped her cellphone in her briefcase. Her hands were sweating, for God’s sakes, like a kid’s. She wiped them on her slacks, trying to suppress comparisons of who she was today to the two men who were food for every magazine from The Economist to Cigar.