Captivating You (How to Marry a Billionaire #2)

Episode 72

EPISODE 72

BETWEEN HESITANCY AND POWER

Ariel

I want to taste you again, Ariel. Taste that sweet nectar between your legs. Sit on my face, sweetheart. Please.

Alex’s words drift through my mind as I’m grinding... Writhing... Coming...

It’s all so heady and decadent, like nothing I’ve known.

The guys back home don’t care much about a lady’s experience. That first time with Nelson was a bust, and after that I never heard from him again.

And then time after time after time...I gave in to the men who wanted me, only to be disappointed.

But Alex Maxwell doesn’t disappoint.

He’s got his tongue shoved so far up my pussy that I almost feel like he’s fucking me as I rub my wet clit all over the stubble on his granite chin.

June’s still sucking his cock, and though I’m tempted to watch, I find my eyes closing as I let my hands wander over my breasts and tweak my nipples.

The climax comes slowly this time. It starts quiet as a whisper, like the gentle rustle of magnolia leaves in a soft breeze, and then it builds up louder and bolder, like a thunderstorm rolling in over the cotton fields, until it reaches a peak that's as grand and full as a choir at a Sunday service.

I have to keep myself from yelling out “Thank you, God in Heaven!” when it reaches the pinnacle. Instead I let out a shriek as the torpedoes shoot through my body from Alex’s expert pussy eating.

When the orgasm slows down, I open my eyes to watch him shoot his load into June’s mouth.

Jealousy spears through me.

And I don’t like it one little bit.

He wouldn’t fuck me last night. He wouldn’t even let me give him a blow job. Or was that Brett the night before?

The fact that I can’t remember bugs me more than a little. I’m giving the wrong signals to too many men.

I slide off Alex’s face to scramble off the bed, but before I can, he grabs me. “Fuck, you’re sweeter even than last night, Ariel.”

I’m not sure what to say to that, so I simply smile.

“June,” he says, “come taste Ariel’s pussy.”

June crawls toward me, a seductive smile on her face. Another second later, he says, “I want June to taste you.”

What? He wants me to kiss a girl? Or does he want her to...

June smiles.

Yeah, she’s up for it. But she’s a famous model, used to the scene. She’s already had one threesome.

But little old me?

I’ve never done something so forbidden. So taboo.

June is so beautiful, but?—

She grabs me before I think it through, and—my lips already parted—she darts her tongue between them.

I like the kiss. It’s different. Unique. Softer than kissing a man.

But I want to be kissing Alex.

He just came, though, so he’s probably done for this morning.

I break the kiss and?—

My eyes shoot open. I was dreaming. Reliving the threesome from earlier this morning. After June and I finished kissing, I made some excuse about needing to get some sleep and...

I ended up back here, where I did indeed fall asleep, it seems.

The whole point of seducing Alex was so he would convince Evangeline to let her stay on the island. Turns out he’d already decided June wasn’t leaving, so we didn’t need to go through with the threesome.

I enjoyed it anyway. Mostly.

But now I’m feeling kind of...dirty.

What would Mama say? She’s back home, rooting for me to successfully snag a billionaire, but I don’t know if either of us thought about what I might have to do to make that happen. She’d probably go straight to Pastor Fischer and beg him to pray for my soul.

Mama wouldn’t want me having threesomes or kissing girls. Heck, Mama wouldn’t have wanted me to do most of the things I’ve done since I turned eighteen, though.

It’s not about what she wants, Ariel. It’s about what you want.

The words come to me in Emily’s voice, British accent and all.

What do I want?

Sure, a billionaire husband would be nice and all, but what I truly want is to have something for myself. Something more than skating around the drive-in and delivering food to handsy truckers and home boys.

The day Evangeline found me, I told her I wouldn’t be working my shitty job if I had a husband—a rich husband. So she invited me to come here to the island for the chance to catch one.

Rumors among the women are that I was a last-minute substitute. Evangeline had a high-profile woman who had to drop out. Maybe it’s all just rumor, of course, and I don’t dare ask Evangeline. Why would I? She may decide I don’t belong here and kick me out.

So far all I’ve done is spread my legs and let two of them eat me. It was fun, for sure, but it doesn’t bring me any closer to a marriage proposal.

Not that I have any regrets. It’s all been exciting—even the threesome—and June seemed to like kissing me as much as she liked kissing Alex.

Will this change my relationship with June?

Or...

I gulp.

Oh, no...

Alex really enjoyed himself. What if he’s now more interested in June than he is in me? I felt jealousy when I watched him enjoying her blow job so much.

What if I threw June at him and now he prefers her?

Get a bloody grip, Ariel. It was just a threesome, and you had fun.

Again, Emily’s voice.

I miss Emily. Where is she?

I sigh. Emily’s voice—rather, my inner voice—is right. It was just a threesome—a threesome I put together. And it was kind of powerful.

Besides, June is a good egg. She knows I had a wonderful date with Alex and that I’m interested. She won’t go after him. She came to me for friendship, and friends don’t do that to friends.

I get out of bed, determined to make the most of today. It’s only been a few days. None of the men has made any kind of choice yet. They haven’t had the chance to get to know all of us yet. Surely that will happen before they get around to any decision making.

I head to the bathroom and take a look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is mussed, and my lips are pink and swollen from all the kissing with June. It was a regular make-out session, and boy, does that girl like tongue. I drop my gaze down my body to find that my pussy lips are still pink and swollen as well. Just looking down there has me tingling again.

Alex and I made a connection. No need to worry about June.

I start the shower, and when the doors are steamy as a hot summer day, I step inside and wash my hair and body, remembering the feeling of Alex’s hands on me, his tongue in my pussy. I close my eyes, inhale the fragrant steam, and relax.

Once I’m out of the shower, I dry off and choose a pair of shorts and a running tank. Not that I’m going running, but the tank looks great on me and shows off my figure. And it’s not teal, thank God, like half my wardrobe is. When I’m dressed, I walk to my bedroom window and gaze at the beautiful landscape of the island. On a whim, I open the window and breathe in the morning air. The palm trees sway like they're dancing to a country song, and the flowers are bright and pretty. It's all so lush and green except for the sand ahead, white as sugar and just as soft on my bare toes.

What a glorious morning for yoga on the beach!

I laugh out loud.

If I actually knew anything about yoga—as Evangeline’s bio says I do—I could take a mat out and do some downward dogs and...

Yeah, that’s the only yoga position I know. I mean, I know some others, but I don’t know their names.

I close the window and walk back to the bathroom to deal with my hair. Once it’s semi-dry and up in a ponytail, I dab on some lip gloss as my stomach lets out a growl.

Time for some breakfast. Or brunch. What time is it, anyway?

I check the clock on the nightstand. Since we can’t have cell phones here, I’ve taken to wearing a fitness watch, but I don’t have it on yet.

Ten a.m.

How long has it been since I left Alex’s suite? A couple hours, at least.

I hastily put the watch on my wrist and then leave my room, ready to go down to get some food, when I realize my feet are still bare. I slide on some sparkly flip-flops and open the door, only to gasp as my jaw drops.

Right in the hallway, next to her door, June stands in the hallway, her lips fused to Alex’s.

I swallow hard.

I blew it.

I fucking blew it.