Billionaires for Charity: Part One (Menage Romance Serial)

by Marie Carnay

  “How about you go first? It’s fine.”

  “Okay…Thanks.” With a swallow, she turned back toward the hole, conscious of their stares as she bent down to set the ball on the tee. Her muscles clenched and the dull ache of desire pulsed inside her. Losing meant another kiss. Another hot, sinful, pin-me-to-the-stuccoed-rock-and-take-me kiss. She stuck her ass out, leaned over, and swung. Thunk! The ball bounced off the edge of the cave and skittered through. Shit! She bounded after it, searching in nooks and crannies, but came up empty.

  After a few minutes, she slunk back out and gave both men a tight smile. “I can’t find my ball. It’s someone else’s turn.”

  Winston stepped up, brushing against her as he set the ball on the tee. He swung and her breath caught in her lungs. The ball sailed through the cave and he loped after it. A minute later and he whooped from the other side. “I’m done in two. You’re up, James.”

  James stepped forward, calm and easy as he dropped the ball. He swung and his ball followed Winston’s path straight through. Miranda’s pulse quickened as she followed James to the other side of the green, stopping at the edge of the cave. One more shot and he was in. With a smile, he glanced up. “Looks like it’s a tie.”

  Oh my god. She squirmed in place as the thought of both of them kissing her sent a shiver through her. Who knew mini-golf could be such a turn-on? James stepped up to her, boxing her in between the cave walls and his impressive frame. Coherent thought disappeared.

  “Watching you kiss Winston drove me mad before. I wanted to walk over and wrap my arms around you. Plant kisses up your neck. Run my hands over all your sexy curves.”

  She ran her tongue over her lips and inhaled. “You didn’t win, remember? It’s a tie.”

  “Oh, I remember. But that doesn’t mean I can’t go first.” He crashed into her, mashing his lips against hers and tearing his hand up her side. Oh, god. Thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, he swiped his thumb across her breast and she melted, pawing at him like a desperate animal. How could he turn her so reckless? So greedy? She reached up to run her hands through his hair when Winston grabbed her arms.

  What? She whimpered in surprise, but James refused to break the kiss. He only pressed harder, lashing her tongue with his as he wrapped his arms around her. In one tug, he pulled her off the side of the cave and Winston stepped behind her, dragging her arms above her head as he nuzzled her neck and ear.

  Oh, god. His chest pressed into her back and as he ground his hips against her, his erection wedged between the cheeks of her ass. With James all over the front of her and Winston behind, she was trapped. Sandwiched between the hottest pair of men she’d ever fantasized about, let alone kissed.

  James slid his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, swirling his thumbs over her nipples until they puckered. She’d never been dominated like this. Controlled and taken over and possessed by a single man. But two? She moaned and whined and Winston nuzzled her ear.

  “Tell me we don’t have to stop. Tell me you want us to fuck you. Tonight.”

  Her body screamed yes. But her mind? Could she do it? Could she really be with two men?

  James broke their kiss and she fluttered her eyes open. “All I can think about is my cock buried deep inside you. Say yes, Miranda.”

  Winston kissed the back of her neck and tugged on her arms while she stared at James. She could deny the need raging inside her, or she could give in and live out a fantasy. Dawn told her to go for it. What was holding her back? The auction? Their winning bid? What other people thought? Screw it. I’m taking a chance for once. She bit her lip and gave him a nod.

  James smiled and Winston dropped her arms and all her pent up desire burst inside her like an overfilled balloon. In that moment, it didn’t matter how they met or ended up playing mini-golf on a Saturday evening. Two gorgeous, sexy men wanted to show her a whole world of pleasure and she wasn’t going to walk away. Maybe they’d even want more. She smiled and glanced at both her suitors. “I want you both. Take me home.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  FUCK. HER CREAMY skin was softer than silk. Smooth and luscious and begging to be caressed. James ran his hand up her thigh and inched his fingers under the hem of her skirt. His driver couldn’t get them to Winston’s fast enough. As soon as she’d opened the door to more, he’d whisked her to the car with Winston hot on their heels.

  From the limited amount she’d talked about boyfriends, he knew she wasn’t usually this bold. Maybe mini-golf was the catalyst that sent her over the edge. He wanted to take her to his place—lead her out onto the deck and let her watch the ocean waves. But a two-hour drive to the Hamptons gave plenty of time for cold feet. And that he couldn’t have. Not when the prospect of sharing her with his partner was on the table. No, like it or not, they needed Winston’s showplace on Central Park.

  At least it was a short drive. He slid his hand higher up her thigh and she moaned. Mmm. Good girls gone bad were so fucking sexy. Angling his whole body toward her, he leaned close to whisper in her ear. “I’ve wanted to taste that hot little pussy of yours since the minute I saw you up on stage.”

  Miranda bit her lip and glanced his way.

  “I bet you’re wet for me, aren’t you? Soaking through your panties at just the thought of my tongue dipping inside you. Tasting you. Making you come.” He found the edge of her underwear and followed the trail of satin until he wedged his fingers between her thighs. “Mmm. Just what I thought. You’re dripping for me.”

  He kissed her earlobe and she stifled a cry as Winston slid over next to her. James watched as his business partner reached out and stroked her breast. As his thumb circled around her nipple, she spread her legs, giving James just enough room.

  With a grin, he tugged her panties to the side and sunk two fingers into her slippery heat. Hot Damn. Drenched was an understatement. He ran his fingers up and down through her folds as her breath turned to pants. She reached out, grabbing ahold of both men’s thighs as she spread her legs.

  Winston took advantage, capturing her mouth with his as James zeroed in on her clit. Around and around he rubbed, teasing her, ramping her up, pushing her toward an orgasm in the back of his limo. She cried out and thrashed and bucked up into his hand and Winston tugged down the front of her dress, freeing one of her breasts. Fucking spectacular. Huge and round with a nipple so hard it could poke your eye out.

  Winston broke their kiss and dove for her tit, lapping the puckered nub into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking fast. Miranda’s pants turned to gasps and James increased his efforts, flicking her clit over and over as the limo eased into the drive. He reached up with his free hand, grabbing her face and dragging her to him for a punishing kiss as pinched her clit.

  She screamed into his mouth, her orgasm flooding her body and sending wracking spasms through her limbs as the car stopped at the door. As she came down, he tugged her panties back into place and broke their kiss.

  He glanced up at Winston and he knew the night would be unforgettable. “Lucky us. We’re here.”

  Oh my god. The last wisps of her orgasm faded as the limo door opened. James stepped out and took her hand. “Let me help you out.”

  Miranda climbed out, cheeks still flushed, breath still labored. But when she glanced up at the entrance to the building, she frowned. A hotel? Granted, it was the Pierre Hotel. A five star she’d never dreamed of stepping inside. She glanced at Winston as he climbed out behind her and anxiety slipped around the edges of her lust. Do they think I only deserve a hotel?

  “Messrs. Stone and Waters, Madam, please, come in.” The doorman held the door open and she looked at both men. They knew them? Oh my god. Was it their fuck pad? A place they brought women?

  Miranda blinked and followed Winston as he took the lead. She should leave. Just turn around, walk out the front door and hail a cab. The nagging insecurities and worries about the auction and what it meant came rushing back.

  “You know…I think…I…”

 
“Mmm?” James slipped his arm around her waist and tugged her toward him. “Don’t let the lobby fool you. Winston’s place is over the top, but the views are worth it. Trust me.”

  She frowned. His place? “But it’s a hotel.”

  They reached the elevator bay and Winston pushed the button. “The nicest in the city.” The doors opened and they stepped inside. Winston reached into his pocket and pulled out a key card. He waved it in front of the keypad and the elevator started its ascent. “Just wait ’til you see the view.”

  The elevator rose so fast, her stomach lurched into her throat and Miranda reached for James.

  “Easy there, we’re here.” It slowed to a stop and the doors slid open to a private landing. They walked through an archway, down a marble hall, and Winston threw open a set of double doors. “Welcome to my apartment. It’s not sprawling like James’s house in the Hamptons, but it’s palatial nonetheless. Come, let me show you the view.” He took Miranda’s hand and she stumbled after him, confused and stunned.

  They might have been in a hotel, but they weren’t in a hotel room. They passed a kitchen with stainless and marble and dark woods and into a living room with windows overlooking the city. The setting sun turned the room pale pink and purple and Miranda stepped forward like an entranced moth. Central Park opened up below them and beyond the lush, forested green, the lights of New York began to turn on.

  “Wow. This is…” She turned to Winston. “You live here?”

  “Yep. I’ve rented the whole floor for a year. I sold my place in Connecticut and moved back to the city. At some point I’ll buy, I just haven’t found the right place.”

  Miranda nodded and pressed her lips together. She was so out of her league.

  “If you’re hungry I can order something. I have twenty-four hour butler service.”

  “No, it’s okay. I’m fine.” She glanced at the view and back at Winston. “Is there a restroom I could use?’

  “Of course. Head straight when you leave the living room and you’ll run into the master bath. It’s the closest.”

  “Thanks.” Miranda gave him and James a tight smile and hustled to the bathroom. As soon as she made it inside the marble showcase, she shut the door and exhaled. First they paid two hundred and fifty thousand for a date. Then they bought an entire amusement park. Now she was standing in an apartment that had to cost millions to rent.

  She wasn’t that kind of woman. She was ordinary. Average. Too thick in the hips. Shit, she was an engineer who figured out how to flat pack tables and chairs and bookcases. Not an oil tycoon or real estate mogul. She didn’t even own a car.

  Dawn would tell her to let it go and enjoy herself. Pretend to be rich for a day and wrap herself up in two billionaires for a night. But could she do it? She stepped toward the mirror and examined her reflection. Was there an adventurous woman trapped inside there somewhere?

  After using the restroom, smoothing her hair, and spot checking her makeup, she decided there must be. At least for one night. With a deep breath, she turned toward the door, opened it, and found herself in a sumptuous bedroom. King bed, crisp sheets, different city view. She stepped in and her feet sunk into plush, decadent carpet. Oh no! My shoes! She slipped them off and her toes melted into the silk fibers.

  Wow. So this is how billionaires live. Opulence and class. And views nowhere else could beat. Miranda crept over to the closest window and kneeled on the chaise in front of it. She shouldn’t be sneaking into Winston’s bedroom, but it wasn’t like she was snooping. Just…absorbing.

  Dusk had fallen and the lights of the city lit up for miles and miles. As far as she could see, lights twinkled and sparkled and rippled across the landscape. As she leaned over to look down, a pair of arms slipped around her waist.

  “You’ve found my bedroom, I see. Tell me. What do you think?”

  Miranda bit her lip and glanced at Winston as he tucked his head against her shoulder. “It’s breathtaking. This view is better than the Central Park side.”

  “You really think so?”

  “Mmm-hmm. Don’t you?”

  “I don’t know. You can see lights out of any window in Manhattan. You can only see trees out of a few.”

  “I suppose.”

  James stepped up next to them and brushed her hair off her face. “When you didn’t come out, we wondered if you’d snuck out the service entrance.”

  Miranda blushed. “I’m sorry.”

  “You have nothing to apologize for.”

  “James is right. But that’s enough talking. If you’re not hungry, I can think of a million things I’d rather do than stare out my bedroom window. Many of which involve you and that fluffy king bed over there.”

  James chuckled. “I’ll second that.”

  She spun around in Winston’s embrace and before she could say another word, his lips were there, kissing her quiet.

  Oh, wow. The splendor of his apartment had pushed the memories of his lips right out of her mind. The man could kiss. Soft and slow, deep and sensual. He slid his hands up her back and swiped his tongue across her mouth, demanding entry.

  She opened on a moan, letting him in to lap at her tongue and tease her higher. As she squirmed on the chaise, her knees pressing into the patterned fabric, James slipped behind her and unzipped her dress. Oh my god! Two men. In the moment, she’d forgotten. But with one kissing her and one easing her dress off her shoulders, she had to face it.

  Part of her freaked out—it was inappropriate. Wicked. But the other part—the one soaking through her panties and throbbing in need—said the hell with it. She’d already agreed and Dawn was right. If you only get one night to live out a fantasy, make it a good one.

  As their tongues toyed with each other, Winston found her hands and helped her off the chaise. Her dress fell to the floor and James kneeled at her feet, wrapping his hands around her legs and caressing her body. Sparks of electricity arced across her skin as he stood up behind her and unclasped her bra. It sprang open and the weight of her breasts pulled the lace off her shoulders. Miranda quivered as it fell to the floor.

  Naked and exposed wasn’t how she usually approached sex. Men didn’t fawn all over her body, rubbing their hands over her hips and across her belly. But James touched her like she was dipped in gold. Precious and valuable. Sexy. He stepped forward, pressing his hips against hers until his erection dug into her ass. Damn. Thick and hard even through his jeans. Her sex clenched at the thought of him inside her.

  Snaking his hands around the front of her, he lifted her breasts. They filled his hands and spilled over as he pressed them together, mashing her nipples close as Winston broke their kiss and stepped back.

  “You have fucking amazing tits, Miranda.” He glanced up at her and she blushed. “Hold them James, just like that.”

  Oh my god. The way Winston gave instructions—it turned her bones to jelly and set her clit on fire. As James cupped her breasts, Winston fell to his knees, staring at her as her nipples hardened in the air. It was like James offered her up to him—standing there, mashing her breasts together, massaging her sensitive skin as Winston licked his lip.

  With a grin, Winston leaned in, lapping at first one and then the other. Oh! Each flick sent a tremor through her and she fought to keep her eyes open. As Winston rolled her nipple around his mouth, a shock of wetness soaked Miranda’s panties. The way they worshiped her—it was magic. And she wasn’t leaving until she’d soaked up every last drop.

  James rubbed his cock against her ass and ground his teeth together. Watching Winston lick and suck Miranda’s tits was fucking unbelievable. She leaned back, pushing against his crotch as Winston suckled. As she turned her head, he took advantage, diving forward to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss.

  She was even better than he’d imagined at the auction. Honest. Funny. Gorgeous. He pressed his lips into hers and she moaned, snapping his resolve. Screw kissing—he had to taste her whether Winston cared or not. He let her breasts go and they bounced
in the air, slipping away from his partner. As Miranda shivered, James hooked his thumbs inside her panties and tugged them off. There. So much better.

  He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Winston yanked down the covers and James guided her to sit. As he looked up into her eyes, he sank to his knees. “I can’t stand there anymore with your gorgeous body in front of me and not taste you.” He grabbed her knees and forced them wide, spreading her open and raising her legs until she fell back onto the bed.

  Mmm. Her pussy shone with slippery heat—the plump, swollen lips begging for his tongue. With a grin, he eased forward, licking her outer lips with slow, wide strokes. Her whole body shook and he slipped lower, thrusting his tongue inside her waiting hole. She cried out and Winston climbed up onto the mattress, stark naked.

  His partner’s cock stood long and straight, bouncing as he kneeled on the bed. Would Miranda be willing to fuck both of them? To have them both inside her? He planted kisses all over her folds, teasing and toying, but never touching Miranda’s clit. He wanted it to last.

  As Winston reached out to fondle her breast, she blinked her eyes open. James tensed as she hesitated, his whole body begging for her to make a move. She looked down at him with a question in her eyes. Is she…asking permission? The thought gave him a rush and he nodded as he licked a path straight through her folds and over her clit.

  She cried out in shock and turned to Winston, reaching for his cock. Her fingers slipped over the shaft and James picked up speed, lapping and flicking and smothering himself in her juices. Fuck, she tasted so sweet. He could eat her cream all night.