Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (43 page)

“I see. Well, I think I
can fix this.” Morgan walked closer to the kitchen where the
housekeeper had taken Caleb, and stopped. She turned her head back
to look at Awstin, and winked quickly. “Thank you so much,
Mister Price, for allowing me to stay here.” She took a few
more steps until she was almost in the kitchen. “You're a true
hero, I don't know what I would have done without you.” Right
on cue, the little boy slowly walked up to her. Morgan pretended not
to notice until she felt a little tug at her jacket. She looked down
and smiled at the beautiful little boy.

“Why is da a hero?”
His little voice brought her hand to her chest, but she gathered
herself quickly and answered him.

“Because, I'm on holiday
here and I'm afraid I got lost. Your dad was nice enough to let me
come here so that I can phone for a room. That, makes him a hero. I
just don't know what I would have done if he hadn't stopped to help
me.” She smiled down at his bright eyes and then looked over
at a very happy Awstin.
What's the punishment for lying to a
child? Parents lie. Easter Bunny, Santa, Tooth Fairy. I guess it's
not that bad.

Caleb beamed with pride at his
dad's heroic gesture, but the moment ended when a loud car horn
sounded out front. “Ma!” The little boy grabbed his
coat from the short hangar on the wall and was met with Sierra who
also dressed to leave.

“I've left dinner in the
pot, ring if you need me.” The woman helped bundle the little
boy and Awstin said his farewells at the door.

When they were finally alone,
Awstin met Morgan in the doorway of the kitchen and took her hand,
planting a very warm kiss across her fingers. “Thank you, that
was very kind of you.” She nodded in reply, then giggled at
the loud interruption of her stomach, the same one that hadn't had a
meal yet that day.

Awstin laughed and put his hand
at the small of her back. “Sounds like your wee tummy is
getting angry.” Morgan giggled at the
wee
part, but
agreed that she would need food soon or she wouldn't be responsible
for her actions. “Stew. Will that do?” He lifted the
lid to the large black pot and held it as he waited for her answer.

“Yes! It smells
wonderful!” Morgan ran to the pot and closed her eyes as the
scent of the homemade masterpiece filled her senses. Again, her
stomach announced that if she were that close to food, she should
send some down.

She sat down at the large
round table while Awstin filled up a dark blue bowl full of the
steaming meat and veggies, and thought about the sweet boy. It had
never been a thought before...her clients having children. It then
occurred to her, she'd never asked any of them if they'd had kids.
Does Finlay have children? Tanner?
No, surely she would have
heard about them by now.
Wouldn't I?
The question plagued her
until the tall man sat down at the table beside her and passed the
bowl toward her.

“You're deep in thought,”
he said before shoving a large bite of potato in his mouth.

“You're quite observant,”
she rebutted, then smiled. “Caleb, he's beautiful. Looks just
like you.” Morgan got her first bite of food.

“Thank you. At least he
got my looks.” He smiled, but Morgan could feel an underlying
bitter tone. She wanted to know more, but it was an obvious touchy
subject, so again, she didn't pry. “You thirsty?” Awstin
wanted to change the subject as well.

“Uhm, yeah, yes...”
she nodded in reply. Awstin got up, rattled off a few options and
Morgan settled for a soda.

“So, I'm thinking,”
he sat back down at the table and rested his head on his hand before
looking at her, “after we eat, we'll get ye unpacked, then I'll
start a fire for us and I'm hoping that ye'll help me watch some of
these movies I picked up the other day.”

Morgan put her own head on her
hand and sighed loudly. “Depends, what movies are we talking
about here?”

“Do you like scary
movies?”

“Marry me, now!”
They both laughed at her demand and she told him that she loved
horror movies and she also told him that his plan sounded absolutely
perfect.

“Well, maybe we'll get
married tomorrow,” he winked at her and pointed out the fact it
was getting dark outside.

“Yeah,” she looked
out the window. “Besides, I need time to pick out my dress!”

“I hope it's about this
short,” he ran the side of his hand back and forth on her upper
thigh, drawing and invisible line, “and cut this low.”
His finger went from the middle of her collar bone, down the V in her
sweater, then down her cleavage.

“Mhmm, definitely! And
you'll wear nothing but a pair of briefs,” she said as if they
were having a serious wedding planning discussion.

“Sounds like a plan.”
He took her hand in his and pressed another soft kiss to the top of
it. They finished their meal, planning more details of their fake
wedding. By the end, Morgan's outfit had turned into nothing but a
thong and nipple tassles and his outfit turned into assless chaps.

When the table was cleared and
dishes washed up, Morgan disappeared into the bathroom with one of
her bags and came out with a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top.
“Damn.” His eyes ran down her long legs, then back up to
her full chest.

“You're staring,”
she told him as she brushed her hand across his chest, then over his
shoulder. He watched her walk behind him and settle herself on the
couch. Awstin just shook his head back and forth, then got back to
preparing the fire he promised.

They skipped the unpacking for
the night and got right to movie watching. He put in a low budget
horror film, the kind Morgan loved the most. When the first movie was
finished, neither one of them had any idea what the movie was
actually about. They had spent the whole time with the movie on mute
and made up their own lines as the movie went on. It was the best
time the girl had ever had watching a movie, and it was almost as
good as the part when she fell asleep on his shoulder during the
second feature.

The man didn't move her, he
just pulled the blanket up to her chin and fell asleep with the
beautiful girl in his arms.

*****

“Ouch!” Morgan
tried to sit up but the pain in her neck from sleeping on Awstin's
shoulder all night wouldn't allow her to move too quickly. “It
was a nice position in theory.” She rubbed her neck and smiled
as Awstin peeked open one eye at her. He sat up as well and rubbed
the sleep from his face.

“I agree, we'll watch
movies in the bedroom from now on.” Morgan liked hearing that,
the movie and the bedroom part. She made it to her feet, then slowly
moved her tired legs toward the bathroom. “I'll make coffee.”
Morgan nodded in thanks just as she turned the corner in the hallway
to the bathroom.

The small room was quaint and
wonderfully decorated, which was surprising for a bachelor. Then
again, his ex may have done the decorating, and if that was the case,
she had amazing taste. The walls were a soft blue that reminded her
of the ocean, and the sink was in the shape of a large clam shell.
If she were to try to describe it, she could never do it justice, it
just worked. The glass seashell soap dish, metal waste can with tiny
footprints along the outside, and a white extra thick rug on the
floor, made the room look like it was straight out of a beach resort
hotel. She loved it, and planned to spend quite a bit of time
enjoying the décor, along with enjoying several long baths in
the oversized tub.

She ran back out and grabbed
her small bag, the one with her morning necessities, and went back to
the bathroom for a few more moments to brush her teeth and wash her
face. It was nearly eight o'clock, and she was happy that they
didn't sleep in too late because Morgan already knew that she wanted
as much time as possible with the gorgeous man.

She took a few more moments to
sit down on the side of the tub and rub the pain from her neck and
shoulder.
He's funny... very funny. Not to mention gorgeous! And
he likes scary movies as much as I do. Oh yes, I'm going to enjoy
you very much, Mister Price.

The smell of coffee
coming in from the kitchen lured her to her feet and to the source of
her morning bliss. “Smells great!” She was still
rubbing her shoulder as she sat at the table, smiling at the man who
was already bringing a cup to her. Obviously, he had more than one
bathroom, because he at least had wet his hair and washed his face,
the fresh scent of soap filled the small area between them when he
bent to put her cup in front of her. He looked and smelled
wonderful.

“Here, let me do that.”
Awstin moved her hand away from her neck and walked behind her, his
large hands digging into the most tender spots. His touch was firm,
warm, and it instantly made her wonder what his touch would be like
in other places.

She let her head fall back and
it rested against his flat stomach as she let out a quiet moan of
pleasure. The tension was literally being rubbed away with each
touch of his fingers. “Nice, I got to hear that sound again.”
She giggled at his words, then let out a loud exaggerated moan, one
that had him laughing nearly too hard to work on her neck and
shoulder. “Ye do that again and I'm throwing you over my
shoulder....and straight to the bedroom with ye.” His deep
voice sent another shot of heat through her body and she pressed the
back of her head firmly against him, then let out a deeper moan than
before. “Ye asked for it.” In one swift move, Morgan
was off the chair and hurled over the man's large shoulder.

“Oh, Awstin! Oh
God...more...give it to me...harder!” Morgan's fake calls of
pleasure were interrupted with her laughing, and with bouncing on his
shoulder through the hallway. By the time they reached the bedroom,
neither of them could even talk without giggling. After several
moments of lying on the bed laughing at each other, Awstin's face
took on a new look of intensity that she instantly recognized. He
closed the gap between them and placed his lips against hers. His
lips moved slowly and the deep kiss held a passion that they both
recognized, and very much enjoyed. The long moments of silent
embrace was finally ended by Awstin who stood from the bed and stared
down at her.

“Raise your arms.”
The sound of his voice was almost as intoxicating as his fingers that
ran the length of her arm as she raised them in the air. Awstin
slowly pulled her tank off and tossed it to the floor. “Sit
up.” Morgan nodded and lifted her bottom off the bed, then he
removed her shorts just as slowly. She sat naked in the center of
the bed, loving having his eyes roam the length of her body. She
also watched him stand and remove his clothes quickly, then he
stopped moving. “Lay on your stomach.” Morgan rolled
over and did as she was told, making sure that her ass was lifted
slightly for his viewing pleasure. “Fuck... so sweet.”
She felt the bed move then sighed at the feel of his warm legs
against hers.

He straddled her lower body and
put his large hands between her shoulder blades. His fingers pushed
hard against her skin and brought another sound from her chest that
he was hoping for. When he got to her round ass, his massage
continued and brought another flood of heat through her body. His
long fingers gripped around her thighs as he lifted her lower body
into the air. Without further warning, his hot mouth covered her
pink area, and she felt his tongue move slowly along her most
sensitive area. She squirmed against his touch, but his strong hands
kept her in place while he finally tasted the woman that had kept him
hard since they met.

Her body pushed against his
mouth, the intense passion that rose within minutes was already
threatening to take her over the edge. “That feels
so...good...” Morgan's eyes closed tightly as the final wave
began to crash, and Awstin pulled away from her center with not a
second to spare. It was cruel, it was perfect timing, and it was
delicious.

“Roll over.” That
voice could make her do just about anything, but telling her to do
something that she already wanted to do was even better. Morgan
flipped to her back and spread her legs wide for the man. She
watched his hands moved slowly from her knees to her thighs, then he
met her gaze as he slid one finger into her wet body. Their sounds
mingled throughout the room, dancing between them as his hand moved
slowly at first, then faster as her body continued to respond. He
wanted to watch her climax, he almost needed to see it, but he
couldn't stand another second of not being inside of her.

His finger slid slowly out of
her body that forced a whimper from Morgan's lips. She wrapped her
hands around his neck as he moved over her, and their lips met as he
pushed himself inside of her. His large cock filled her quickly and
the jolts of passion returned before he was completely buried inside
of her. He withdrew slightly, and pushed again, causing her to
squeeze her legs tightly around his ass. Slow, deliberate thrusts
drove her mad and he fought the need to move faster inside of her as
he listened to her loud breathing and sounds of passion that were
escalating by the second.

Morgan wanted more, she wanted
release but he wouldn't allow it. For long torturous moments, he
kept the same pace that made her nearly beg for what she wanted. Her
body clenched around his as the perfect feel of his body grind-ed
into hers over and over. She had no idea how he could keep that pace
for as long as he did, but it was far too maddening for her any
longer.