Billionaires for Charity: Part Three (Menage Romance Serial)

by Marie Carnay

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “JAMES, THIS IS incredible.” The helicopter hovered over the estate, swirling the grass and shaking the trees. His house rose up out of the earth like a modern mountain—square boxes popping up here and there, connecting into a framework that undulated and rolled with the ground. The ocean lapped at the beach on one side and the grass and shrubs and trees waved on the other.

  “Just wait until you see the inside.” James smiled as the helicopter landed in his front yard.

  They all scrambled out and made their way to the front steps. The helicopter rose into the air and as it flew off toward the setting sun, Miranda laughed out loud.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “A few hours ago I thought this was all over. Your business, your wealth. The two of you and me.”

  “It’s not over.” Winston slid up behind her and wrapped her up in his arms. “It’s only the beginning.”

  James unlocked the front door and ushered them inside. “Are you hungry? I could put something together if you’d like.”

  Miranda groaned. “I said I thought we were over, remember?”

  He shook his head. “What does that have to do with dinner?”

  “Do you know how much ice cream I’ve eaten in the last twenty-four hours? Enough to fill your whole freezer. And pop the buttons on these jeans.”

  “Mmm. Popped buttons. You mean like this?” James reached out and grabbed the waist of her jeans, yanking and twisting until they sprang open.

  “James! What are you doing? I don’t have any other clothes here!”

  He smiled and tugged her closer. “I wasn’t planning on staying dressed.”

  Miranda gasped and Winston stepped up behind her. “Besides, we can buy you a whole wardrobe full of clothes. I wouldn’t worry about one pair of jeans.”

  “You are not buying me a new wardrobe. Just because WaterStone is fine today, doesn’t mean you should go on a spending spree.”

  James snorted. “If you’re worried about money, don’t ask us how much it cost to block a street in Tribeca with a helicopter for an hour.”

  Her mouth fell open and James took advantage, kissing away her protests and sliding his hands up her sides. “I’ve missed you.” He pulled back and looked in her eyes and she couldn’t help but smile.

  “You did?”

  He nodded and smiled back. “I’m sorry for all we’ve put you through. Going on television and having that reporter attack you. Twice. Dealing with the paparazzi and all the tabloids. I’ll spend forever making it up to you.”

  “You don’t have to. I only did what was right.”

  “I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

  Miranda cocked her head. “Why?”

  “Because I love you.”

  “He’s not the only one.” Winston slid his hands around her waist and nuzzled her ear. “I love you too, Miranda. And we can make this work. All three of us. Together.”

  Her heart filled to bursting with happiness. “I love you too. Both of you.”

  James chuckled. “We know. You said it on television. And if it’s on TV, it has to be true, right?”

  They all laughed and James took her hand. “Come on. The bedroom’s this way.”

  James walked down the hall, holding Miranda’s hand, and he couldn’t wipe the stupid ass grin off his face. Disaster averted and crisis resolved. Miranda about to be naked and crying out in ecstasy. Life was fucking fantastic.

  “Your house is beautiful.”

  “Thanks. Just wait ’til you see the view.” He led her into his master bedroom and with a touch of a button, the curtains lining the walls parted. As they swooshed back into the edges of the room, she gasped and stepped forward, leaving him and Winston to watch her gorgeous ass as she walked away.

  “Oh my god. James, this is incredible.” Miranda stopped at the edge of the windows and looked out over the ocean. He’d designed the house to showcase the view, placing the master bedroom as close to the beach as possible and wrapping the entire room in glass.

  Miranda turned her head back and forth and her mouth fell open. “Can you watch the sunrise and the sunset from here?”

  “Every morning and every night.”

  “Now you know why James refuses to live in the city.”

  James shrugged. “He’s right.”

  “I believe it. If I lived here, I’d never leave.”

  “Then don’t.” James walked up to her and slipped his hands around her waist. “Stay as long as you want. I can think of a million things to occupy your time. Starting with one right now.” He leaned against her back and brushed his lips across her neck.

  “Mmm. Only one?”

  Winston stepped up and slipped between Miranda and the glass. “Maybe two.”

  She laughed and James pressed forward, grinding his hips into her backside as Winston leaned over and captured her mouth. She moaned into his lips and the vibrations soaked into James’s chest. Damn. He’d never get enough of her.

  Miranda reached for him, arching her back to run her hands through his hair. Her ass pressed into his crotch, rubbing against his erection and amping up his need. There’d be no holding back tonight. Not one drop. Winston broke their kiss and stepped back and James swooped in, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. He threw it on the floor and came back for her jeans, tugging them down until they landed in a heap.

  Mmm. He loved her naked body. Her soft skin. Ample curves. Every last bit. She stepped out of her jeans and he kicked them to the side before reaching out to trace circles over her hips. Her ass peeked out from beneath a pair of cheeky panties, round and full and begging for his touch. With a groan, he fought the urge to bend her over and take her right then. Tonight wasn’t about his desperation. It was about the woman he and Winston loved. And together they’d show her just how much. All night long.

  Sliding down to the floor, James ran his hands up and down her skin, easing between her thighs and spreading her legs. Miranda shivered as he slid his hands up over the lace of her panties, grazing her swollen mound, stroking her hips and ass. She shuddered and he glanced up in time to see Winston unhook her bra.

  Her breasts spilled out and Winston groaned in satisfaction. “Have I told you how much I love your tits? Damn, Miranda. They get me every time.”

  She laughed and bit her lip. “Maybe once or twice.”

  Winston reached out, bouncing a breast in each hand before running his thumbs over her nipples. With a moan, she closed her eyes and James grinned. Giving her pleasure…watching the glow of satisfaction spread over her face…he’d never get enough of it. Of her. He hooked his fingers in her underwear and pulled them down. His partner could have her breasts for the moment—he wanted something else.

  With gentle pressure, he nudged her legs wider and wider until her whole world opened up for him. Damn so wet already. He grinned and wedged himself between her spread legs before running his fingers up and down her inner thighs. She quivered from his touch.

  “Mmm. I’d forgotten just how…overwhelming you two are.”

  Winston glanced down at James and winked. “This is nothing, darling. Just wait ’til we’re all naked.”

  “I don’t want to wait. Strip right now.”

  “No way. Ladies, first remember?”

  She blinked her eyes open and pouted. “I’m already naked.”

  “I didn’t mean that. Did I James?” As Winston ducked to take a nipple in his mouth, James leaned in and swiped his tongue between her slick folds.

  Miranda cried out, arms flailing and clutching at Winston’s head and shoulders, legs shaking as James lapped across her swollen clit. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. Grabbing the back of her thigh with one hand, he yanked her leg up and over his shoulder. Miranda shrieked and wobbled above him, but Winston was there, pulling her toward him, draping her body across his chest.

  “I’ve got you. Just relax. Enjoy it.”

  James spread her wide, angling her hips t
o expose her swollen little nub. Dipping his head, he grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him, using his hands to rock her forward and back. He leaned in, lapping at her plump lips again and again. Swirling her clit around his tongue until she quivered. Sucking and flicking and teasing until she whimpered.

  As she let out a heated groan, he glanced up, watching as Winston pinched and pulled her nipples. Her head rested on his partner’s chest and as James ran his hands up her inner thighs, she opened her eyes and blinked him into focus.

  Mmm. So fucking hot. With their gazes locked on each other, he ran his finger through her folds, dipping into her needy channel and pulling away. Miranda bit her lip and whined and he couldn’t tease her anymore. In a single thrust, he sank two fingers inside her. Her muscles clamped around him and she sagged against Winston’s chest. Yes. That’s it. Pumping in and out, James stroked her inner walls again and again until she let out a keening wail.

  Her eyelids fluttered shut and James refocused, licking and lapping her clit in a slow circle. Teasing her body and swelling her folds until her whole pussy throbbed around him. Her wetness spread, soaking her thighs and speeding his tongue. With every flick, she moaned, matching the rhythm of his tongue and Winston’s hands.

  She moaned again and bucked her hips into his mouth, rocking faster and faster as he worked her harder. In and out he thrust his fingers, curling against her inner walls, driving her toward release. He wanted her coming so hard that her screams drowned out the ocean and woke the neighbors.

  “James…I…I can’t…”

  Winston shushed her and James refused to stop. “Let go, Miranda. Come for us. Come right now.”

  As James zeroed in on her clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking, she came. Shuddering and whimpering and losing control. Her whole body shook and Winston slipped his arms around her waist, holding her up as the orgasm took over.

  After a moment, James slipped out from between her legs and stood. He took in the sight—her lazy, limp body, naked and sprawled across Winston’s chest. Her round ass sticking out. Her pink, swollen pussy begging for his cock.

  Fuck. How’d he ever get so lucky? To find a woman so willing to give herself to two men. To sacrifice her wants to save him and Winston. A woman who went on live television and showed the city how much she cared. How much she loved them both.

  He’d never get tired of proving his love for her. Of showing her how much their threesome meant to him. James kicked off his shoes and yanked his shirt over his head. Another orgasm would be a good start.

  After stripping naked, he stepped up to her. Rubbing her plump ass and hips, he pulled her back until his cock dug into her skin.

  “You’re naked.”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  “It’s about time someone else joined this party.” She pushed herself up to stand and turned around, mashing her breasts into his chest as she raised up to kiss him. Her lips melted into his and his cock throbbed against her belly. Damn. He needed inside her.

  Breaking their kiss, he brushed the hair from her neck and whispered in her ear. “I need to fuck you. I can’t think of anything except my cock buried deep.”

  Miranda smiled against his cheek. “I thought we had all night?”

  “We do.”

  “Then it’s your turn.” She sank to her knees and James glanced up. Winston had stripped to his boxers and was watching with a gleam in his eye.

  “Any chance someone else can get in on this action too?”

  Miranda raised an eyebrow and glanced up at Winston. “Not if you’re still wearing those.” She pointed at his underwear and he slipped them off in record time.

  Wow. She’d forgotten what two men could do to her. How they made her so bold and daring. The way they fell all over themselves to touch her. Taste her. It was…empowering. Winston stepped up and she took his cock in her hand, sliding her fingers down the smooth length of him, remembering his likes. His wants.

  As she stroked Winston, she turned to James, running her fingers down his thick shaft, over his veins, around his swollen head. She loved how different they were in and out of clothes. One the smooth charmer. The other a confident leader. They’d never understand how much they complemented each other. How the two of them together were the perfect combination. But she could show them. One orgasm at a time.

  With a smile, Miranda leaned over and wrapped her lips around Winston’s cock. She slid down his shaft, slow and steady, coating his skin in her saliva before pulling back. Then she turned to James. Opening up, taking him deep, sucking hard enough to drag out a moan.

  She toyed with his head, lapping and sucking and flicking her tongue over his ridge. Working him until he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. Amping up his need just enough until she pulled off and turned to Winston. With her fingers stroking what she couldn’t lick, she worked him too. Reaching down to fondle his balls, she rolled the sensitive package between her fingers until he groaned.

  “God damn, woman. You’re amazing.”

  She pulled off Winston and smiled. “Thanks. But I’m not done yet.”

  James almost growled beside her and before she could say anything, she was in the air.

  “Put me down!”

  “My pleasure.” He yanked the covers of his massive bed down and sat her on the crisp sheets. “Your lips and that tongue…pure fucking magic, Miranda.”

  “Then come here and let me get back to what I’d started.”

  “No. I can’t wait any longer. I want inside you.”

  “That makes two of us.” Winston stepped up and Miranda bit her lip.

  She wanted them every bit as much. Maybe more. James reached for his bedside table, opening it up and pulling out a pair of condoms. “Wait!” Miranda reached out and took them from his fingers.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I…I don’t want you to use them.”

  “What?” James glanced at Winston and back at Miranda. “Why not?”

  “I’m on the pill. I can’t get pregnant.”

  “Okay. But—”

  “I trust you. Both of you. And damn it, I don’t want anything between us. I don’t want a barrier holding us back.”

  James smiled. “Then there won’t be, will there, Winston?”

  “Definitely not.”

  She rose onto her knees and both men stepped up to the bed. “Now take me. I’m yours.”

  Before she even closed her mouth, James was there, diving forward and capturing her mouth with his. Swiping his tongue—lapping at her lips and teeth—he brought her need raging back to life. As she moaned against his lips, he pressed her back, climbing up as he guided her body down onto the mattress. He laid down next to her and in an instant he flipped her over, pulling her body down tight against him.

  His cock dug into her belly and her pussy clenched in expectation. She wanted him to fuck her. Desperately. Reaching between their bodies, she found his cock and raised up, guiding him to her waiting entrance. Oh yes. The press of his velvet head against her opening drove her wild. A gush of wetness soaked her folds and she lowered herself down, reveling in the heat of his cock, the ridges of his veins, all of him with nothing between them. Mmm. Yes.

  James ran his hands up and down her back, tracing patterns on her skin until she’d taken him all. “Better?”

  “So much better.” She moaned and rolled her hips, bumping her clit against his pelvis. Up and down, around and around she worked her body, losing herself in the feel of skin-on-skin. As she fell into a rhythm, Winston stepped up behind her.

  His hands palmed her ass, squeezing and plumping and stroking all over. His fingers brushed her puckered hole and she tensed. Did he? Could he? Memories of their last night together filled her mind. They wanted to take her…at the same time. A thrill ran through her. Could she do it? Could she take them both?

  She glanced up at James and knew he wanted to. She could see it all over his face. She turned her body, angling until she caught Winston’s eye. “
I want you too. I want both of you. Right now.”

  Winston’s eyes went wide and he let out a groan. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’m sure. Take me Winston. Take me now.”

  He glanced up at James and he nodded at the bedside table. “Top drawer.”

  Miranda watched as Winston opened it and pulled out a bottle of lube. He coated his cock in the slippery liquid and stepped up to her. With gentle strokes, he rubbed her ass and she relaxed.

  “Just breathe. In and out. We’ll take it from here. Won’t we James?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” He reached up and stroked her hair. “I love you, Miranda.”

  “I love you, too. Both of you.”

  Winston inched forward and his tip nudged against her ass. “I love you, too, Miranda. And I’ll never stop showing you just how much.” He pressed, easing forward until Miranda gasped.

  “Relax. Let him in. It’ll be okay.” James rubbed her back, kissed her ear, calmed her body.

  And like that, Winston pushed past the tight ring and slipped inside. Oh god. As soon as he did it, the world tilted and waves of pleasure rolled deep inside her. She moaned and wailed and rocked her hips and her two lovers responded, pulling back and thrusting for the first time.

  An orgasm hit her out of nowhere. Roiling and rolling through her body like a tidal wave. It crashed into her and James picked up speed, thrusting from below as Winston pulled back and thrust from above. Their cocks rubbed against each other through her body and the sensation of both of them all over her was beyond anything she’d felt before.

  Thrust after thrust, they pounded her. Driving her toward another orgasm, spurring on their own. She fell onto James’s chest and he gripped her, holding onto her body as he fucked her harder. Faster. Winston reached out and took her by the shoulders, driving his cock balls-deep.

  She cried out, louder than she thought possible, as another orgasm hit her. Her whole body tensed, squeezing and clutching as her two lovers groaned in sync. Her body shook in pleasure and both men released, pumping their sticky seed inside her body for the first time. All three of them shook and shuddered and collapsed in a heap.