Around the World in 80 Men Boxed Set 31-35 (36 page)

Morgan
looked around, seeing the view from a higher angle, and immediately
pulled her camera from the pocket of her shorts. “You're lucky
you didn't break this!” They both laughed, and Morgan stood to
watch her client scale the wall unassisted.

He
grabbed hold with both hands spaced as far apart as he could and
pulled himself up. He was already halfway to joining her when she
started taking his picture. He was covered in sweat, and his skin
glistened in the afternoon sun as his muscles flexed with every
movement. “You could slow down.... because...damn!”
Mustafa tried not to laugh as his legs pushed him forward to grab the
last of the rock. “Hold up! Look up here.” His arms were
spread far, one leg higher than the other, and his body was pressed
against the rock. He looked up to Morgan who was leaning over the
side and he smiled widely....showing genuine happiness in the valued
moment. “Perfect.” That would be the picture that made
front and center on his page in her scrapbook. He was beautiful,
exotic, and her threat to tease him was no longer just a threat.

“
You
better keep to your promise, Morgan.” Mustafa let out a short
grunt as he pulled himself the rest of the way up the cliff.

He
got to his feet and immediately grabbed Morgan and pulled her near
naked body against his own and kissed her hard. Morgan's moan of
enjoyment and pleasure as his tongue played gently with hers was
enough for Finlay.

The
Scot looked over to John and motioned toward the outlet of the gorge
and John put one finger in the air, telling him to wait until it was
clear. It only took a few seconds before Morgan and Mustafa made it
further back on the cliff, far enough for Finlay to move from behind
his rock without being spotted. “Now,” John mouthed
silently and Finlay nodded.

He
was still crouched down as he stepped beside his hiding place, and
moved along the edge of the canyon walls until he knew he would be
safe from being spotted. “I can't do this.” Finlay told
John as he stormed past him. “I'll be in the vehicle.” It
was a nice walk back to their group, but he couldn't stick around and
listen to Morgan
working.

John
knew it would be a good idea to stay at the opening of the gorge.
Morgan and Mustafa would have to leave at some point, and it was a
perfect place to hide out and wait. He decided to follow Finlay and
wait it out with him.

Morgan
broke from the kiss and quickly scanned the top of the cliff to plan
her next move.
Perfect.
Without saying a word, she walked
toward the smoothest rock she saw and pointed to it. “Sit.”

With
zero hesitation, Mustafa closed the distance between them and did as
he was told. He sat down and leaned back on his elbows and watched
Morgan slowly remove the last of her clothing. Her naked body before
him made his cock rise, pushing all the limits of his khaki shorts.

Morgan
took a step closer, then placed a knee on either side of his legs,
straddling his body. “Take it out.” She wanted to watch
him and take in the beauty of his body. He lifted himself up enough
to reach his shorts and slowly undid the button and zipper, then
pulled his cock from within the restraints of his clothing. The
smooth skin of his engorged member glistened in the sunlight, and
Morgan moaned again as his hand moved down the length of himself,
then back up. “Holy shit.” She licked her lips, watching
him stroke himself several more times. The look in his golden eyes
was carnal, and Morgan's center clenched tightly as arousal took over
her body.

“
Put
it inside you, Morgan.” Mustafa leaned back once more, and he
watched as Morgan positioned herself over his body. He could feel the
heat radiating off of her before she even touched him, and he let out
a soft sigh of pleasure when he finally felt her small hand curl
around his cock. She lifted up on her legs and held him in place as
she lowered back down, impaling herself with his thick manhood.
“Dammit...do you have any idea how fucking hot it is to watch
your body devour me?”

Morgan
smiled down at Mustafa and leaned forward, placing her hands on
either side of his head. She kissed him deeply, and raised her hips,
then lowered her body again, deeper and harder than the first time.
His groan against her lips drove her mad, and Morgan picked up pace,
needing to find the perfect rhythm.

“
Oh
fuck!” Morgan quickly changed positions and put her hands on
his chest, allowing herself to raise her body higher from his.
Mustafa grabbed her around her hips and as she came down on his body,
he lifted his, pushing his cock deeper and harder inside her. “Fuck!”
Morgan fell forward onto his chest as her body rocked with pleasure,
and her wave of climax was all Mustafa needed to find his own sweet
release. He throbbed inside of her and filled her in an explosion of
ecstasy as their shared moans of pleasure echoed against the stone.

Morgan's
head lowered to his chest as she tried to catch her breath, and a
smile slowly crept across her lips.
I rode the tiger through the
canyon.

*****

“
We're
leaving as soon as I know she's safe at the next camp.” Finlay
threw his water bottle into his bag and sat on the seat as he forced
his temper to cool off. John agreed with Finlay leaving, but he
wasn't going anywhere.

“
Look,
I'll watch over her...that's why I'm here. Go ahead and take off,
I'll call you if anything happens.” Finlay was exhausted,
hungry, filthy, and longed for the hotel that he should have stayed
in to begin with.

“
Aye....
maybe I should.” He ran his hands through his wet hair, then
put his tee shirt around as head once again. He realized that John
wasn't going to leave, and it actually was comforting to know that
Morgan would still be looked after. “Seems like she's better.”
He spoke the words softly, mostly for himself, but John nodded in
agreement as he'd heard enough to understand how bad things were for
Morgan.

“
Well,”
John put his hand on Finlay's large shoulder, “I'll help you
get things together, and I'll draw you a map real quick to get you
back to the main camp....,”

“
Morgan!”
A loud scream from the distance had Finlay running straight to the
source. John tried to grab him, but missed by a fraction of a second.

“
You
can't! Finlay.... damnit!” John ran after him, hoping to stop
him before Morgan saw either of them.

Morgan
tried to climb down the side of the rock but she couldn't find
anywhere to put her feet. Mustafa had stood too close to the edge and
the rock gave way, sending him straight down to the sand below. He
was hurt, and Morgan couldn't find a way to climb down seventeen feet
to help him. “Hang on... I'll...uh...okay, I can do this.
Just... hang on!” Mustafa rolled to his side, as he grabbed one
leg and pulled it toward his chest. His ankle was most likely
fractured, and there was only one way that she was going to get to
him. “Don't move!” Morgan took a step to the right,
making sure she wouldn't land on him, and closed her eyes as she slid
her body over the side. She would at least save herself a few feet by
dangling first. With luck, she wouldn't end up in the same situation
that Mustafa was in.
She took a deep breath, and let go.

“
Mustafa!”
Morgan landed in the arms of a man, and opened her eyes to yell at
her injured client for standing and risking further injury by
catching her. “Why the hell did you..... Finlay?! What the....
Finlay?!” Fin set her on the ground and took a step back. His
adrenaline was in overdrive, and he couldn't even speak. “Finlay!
Answer me!” Morgan stepped forward, demanding a response, when
they were interrupted by a loud moan from Mustafa. “Shit! I'm
here, it's okay.” Morgan ran to his side and propped him up as
best as she could. “Tell me what to do.”

“
What
we'll do is put him on the four wheeler and get him to town.”

“
John?!”
Morgan squinted into the sun as she stared at her
stalker
.
“Okay, you assholes are going to explain yourselves! And I knew
it! I knew someone hired you! I never thought that it was... oh!
Forget it! Just help him... and then I'll deal with you two later.”
Morgan motioned for Finlay to grab Mustafa's other side as she put
her hands under his arm. John quickly stood next to Morgan, and
nodded in question to allow him to help. Reluctantly, Morgan agreed
and moved out of the way as Finlay and John carried Mustafa.

“
If
I had to guess, friend... I'd say you have more than one fracture.”
John smiled down at the man, who wasn't amused.

Mustafa
winced in pain with every step they took, but managed to thank them
for their help. “There's a town not a mile from here within the
gorge.” He pointed to their left and John nodded. There would
be phone service, so at the very least, they could get him help from
a larger city.

Morgan
reached down and picked up her shoes and bag and something was
sticking out of the sand that caught her attention. She grabbed the
corner of the photo and pulled it from the sand and stood again as
she brushed the front clean. It was a photo of two older people, a
man and a woman in front of a beautiful hotel. Morgan assumed it was
Mustafa's parents, and quickly tucked the picture into her bag so she
could catch up to the three men.

“
Hold
on!” Morgan ran to a small group of people climbing into their
vehicle. Thankfully, one of them spoke English, and she explained to
them the situation and asked that Bonnie and Clyde be taken back to
camp. Even if Mustafa's ankle wasn't broken, she knew trekking across
the desert was out of the question for the rest of the week.

“
Shit!”
Finlay set Mustafa in the back of the vehicle, and his ankle throbbed
with pain as it hit the back of the driver's seat. Finlay didn't wish
bad upon the man, but a part of him was relieved he and Morgan's trip
had been rained on. Of course, Finlay knew if his own ankle was
broken, he would still enjoy himself with Morgan, but he hoped
Mustafa would be spending the last of Morgan's stay in the hospital.

Morgan
climbed in beside Mustafa and the men hopped in the front and drove
off, not even minding to tell the tour guide they would be
borrowing
their
vehicle a bit longer. It was only a mile drive to
Tinerhir
but for the injured man, it was torture. Each rock, bump, dune and
curve reminded him of the pain in his leg and Morgan did the best she
could to soothe him along the way.

When
they got into town, Mustafa waited as Finlay and John went into a
shop to get direction to the nearest hospital. There were a few small
clinics and hospitals in town, and one of them would have to do.
Casablanca was seven hours away and the nearest larger city was four.
At the very least, he wanted some pain medication and a wrap before
making either trip.

“
Don't
you dare go anywhere. Either of you!” Morgan pointed at Finlay
and John before heading into the hospital. “I'm so angry with
both of you.” She shook her head, still unable to process the
fact Finlay was in Morocco...following her, but there was no time to
think about that at the moment. She marched inside, and returned just
a few minutes later with a wheel chair and several nurses, and the
group of them helped Mustafa into the seat. Morgan turned back to the
men before following her client inside. “I'm serious.”

Finlay
watched Morgan and Mustafa head inside the hospital and when she was
out of earshot, he let out a long sigh and ran his hand through his
hair. “Well, this is just brilliant.”

“
I
told you not to go.” John hit the dash, furious that he'd been
caught and worried about having to tell Sean the news. “I'm
sure I've just lost my job.”

“
Ye
poor wee bastard.” Finlay shook his head again. He didn't care
about John's
job
and
he certainly didn't care what he was going to tell Sean. All he cared
about was facing Morgan, and trying to explain why he was following
her through a massive canyon.

John
scoffed at Finlay. It was the Scot's fault he was in that situation,
and he wished he could go back in time and do it all over again. He
would have chosen a later flight, or made sure Finlay never got into
his vehicle. Then again, if he were following Morgan and heard her
scream, he probably would have been in the exact same spot he was in
regardless. But at least explaining
that
would
be easier than telling Sean that Finlay was there too. He knew he had
some time to kill, and sitting on it wasn't going to make him feel
any better. “I'm going to make a call.” John didn't wait
for a reply and stepped out of the vehicle and walked to a nearby
bench. He still had sight of the hospital, but Finlay wouldn't be
able to interrupt.