Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (8 page)

The
wind was fierce, and the only sounds aside from mother nature that
she could hear were Tyler's heavy breathing and the loud crunching of
the snow under his boots. The walk, that normally took ten minutes
on a good day, had ended in twenty minutes of hard labor before
finally reaching Tyler's house.

He
fumbled with the door for several seconds before getting it to open,
then the wind slammed it open. The man kept Morgan against him until
he had her safely in front of the still roaring fire.

“Oh
my god, that was crazy!” Their coats were thrown in front of
the door, followed by their gloves and boots, then Tyler sat on the
floor next to her. “Thank you. Your arms are going to be sore
for a month.” She poked his large bicep and he flexed in
response.

“Nah,
you're pretty light.” He nudged her with his body and looked
back to the fire.

“Well,
I'll still give you a little while to recuperate...then...you're all
mine.” Morgan smiled as she spoke, leaving no doubt as to what
she wanted.

“Oh,
we aren't...I mean...we don't have to...you're just here for...”
Tyler stopped rambling when Morgan straddled his lap.

Chapter
Seven

Morgan
could see the confusion on his face. Had he really not expected any
sex? She wondered if he had arranged separate rooms for them as well,
but decided that even if he did, sleeping apart was not an option.
She propped her arms up on his wide shoulders and cocked her head to
the side with a smile.

“How
about a drink?” Morgan broke the tension. Right then, she
wanted to bite his neck like a polar bear and ride him through the
outback, but he needed a little persuasion first.

“I..uhm...I
only have...beer.” Tyler admitted. He assumed a girl like
Morgan was strictly a wine girl.

“Perfect!”
Morgan slowly stood from his lap and found her way to the kitchen.
Tyler sat in shock for a moment, trying to register the details. He
hadn't expected anything from the girl, other than pretend company in
front of his family, but he had to admit, the thought of seeing her
naked had been on his mind since he first saw the beautiful girl. And
she liked beer? She was great.

He
stood and walked over to the wooden kitchen table and sat down, but
Morgan corrected his move before he got comfortable. “Nope,
back in front of the fire.” She pointed a bottle of beer toward
the glowing flames.

“You
know what you want, don't you?” He laughed at the girl who
obviously had no problem telling people what was on her mind, then
listened to her demand and met her back on the carpet.

“Don't
you?” She took her first sip of beer, but kept her eyes on the
handsome man as he sat down. Morgan pushed his legs apart, then
crawled over one and found her spot. Her back met his warm chest and
just as she hoped, his large hands wrapped around her waist, bringing
her even closer.

It
was nearly too much for Tyler right then. The warmth of her body, the
way her hips and waist felt under his hands, the sweet scent of her
hair and skin. Tyler leaned in toward her neck, then whispered to the
girl, “I know what I want.” His deep whisper gave her
goosebumps on every inch of her body and her core was already
throbbing for attention.
A little bit longer.

They
each drank their beer. Then another, and another. By the time both of
them had finished their fourth drink, they had learned quite a bit
about one another and Morgan was having a hard time keeping her hands
to herself as she turned around in his lap and faced him again.

She
traced her fingernails lightly against his arm, pushing the sleeve of
his flannel up as she moved along. “Have you recuperated?”
She smiled and looked up to the man, awaiting his answer.

“I...uhm...yes.”
His shyness reminded her of Dennis.
I bet you're a freak

“Then
fuck me, Tyler.” She wouldn't have needed the liquid courage to
be so bold, but it definitely helped. Tyler was also much more
relaxed and needed no other persuasion. His hands ran down her waist,
teasing in the waistband of her jeans, then back up to her chest.
Morgan's quiet moan told him that her breasts were the right spot.
In a few quick buttons, he had the flannel off of her body, then the
tank top was tossed aside as well. Morgan leaned forward again so he
could unlatch her bra. Slowly, her body fell back and she rested on
her palms on either side of his legs, still enjoying her position on
his lap.

“Damn...you're
so beautiful..,” he lifted her by the waist, just enough to
bring her breast to his lips, “so fucking beautiful.”
Her nipple hardened the second he pulled it into his mouth, and her
sounds of pleasure grew louder with each gentle flick of his tongue.

Tyler
fought with his own passion, he had never once in his life had sex
with a virtual stranger, but that fact in itself was exciting. A few
one night stands with women that he knew from town still didn't
qualify, since he had literally grown up with them. He didn't know
her beyond a few messages and friendly dinner conversation, but
feeling her soft skin in his mouth was more exciting than he ever
could have imagined.

With
his hands on her bare back, he slowly moved her to the floor between
his legs, and in one fluid move, he was completely on top of her
without ever leaving her body unattended. His lips were still against
her when he said, “take your pants off, Morgan.” Her
sigh of approval was met with feeling her warm body press against his
as she maneuvered out of the rest of her clothes.

Her
wet nipple felt cool when his mouth moved away, but the rest of her
body continued to heat as his tongue moved slowly down to her belly.
She knew where he was heading, and she stopped him before his warm
mouth could go any further. “Your turn, take 'em off.”
She tugged on his shirt as he looked up at, and the smile he gave her
when he sat up was enough to melt every bit of snow in their outback.

“OH.MY.GOD.”
Morgan already knew that the man was large, but in his loose flannel
shirt, there was no way that she could could have known how large.
“You're freaking huge!” His arms were as big around as
her legs, and his chest...well...she had never seen one so perfectly
chiseled and so incredibly large. His face reddened slightly and he
couldn't stop a small nervous laugh. “And your, uh,
wow...you're big all over.” Her eyes scanned his beautiful
body, resting longer on the one part that she was most looking
forward to feeling.

“Ya
keep staring at it, and I'm afraid I won't be of much use to you.”
She didn't care, she had to stare, then she had to touch. She
reached up for her prize, but he put his large hand around her wrist.
“You first.” His graceful move back to the floor was
countered by Morgan's not-so-graceful repositioning.

“How
about...at the same time.” Her body had turned in a way that
could only mean one thing.

Tyler
slowly stretched out on his side, his mid section still a foot from
Morgan's lips. “Are you sure?” He got his answer when
she moved forward and wrapped her lips around the engorged head of
his hard cock. His body moved on its own, pushing forward to slide
deeper into her mouth. She felt his deep moan of pleasure against
her own body as his mouth found her pink center.

His
strong hands wrapped around her thighs, opening her legs enough to
run his tongue along her soft skin, then back to the hardened area
that he planned to enjoy for as long as he could.

Her
hand moved along his length slowly, squeezing as she reached her own
lips that were surrounding his thickness. Wet lips moved along his
shaft, pulling him further into her mouth with each tiny movement of
her head. Her own pleasure growing out of control as she felt his
hot tongue moving over her in a heightened rhythm that told her that
he was just as close as she was.

“Let
me in!” The banging on the front door, and the sound of Cory
turning the locked door handle, broke the near avalanche of passion
between the two.

“Fuck!”
Tyler pulled away quickly and threw his oversized shirt toward
Morgan. “I'm so sorry.” He wiped the wet evidence from
his mouth and pulled on his jeans as Morgan found her legs and made
her way to the bathroom.

The
bathroom warranted another 'oh my God' from her lips. It had the
fireplace he spoke of and an enormous jacuzzi tub that made Morgan
regret not taking him up on the previous offer, at the same time as
being grateful. After all, she wouldn't have received that glorious
preview if she had passed out in the tub. Her attention was brought
back to reality when she heard Tyler's voice echoing through the
living room.

“Shit!
I completely forgot!” Morgan wondered what the large man had
forgotten to do, but she hoped whatever it was wouldn't take long.
Morgan wrapped the shirt around her body, not caring to button it up
and pressed her ear against the door to get a better listen.

“You've
got to help me, bro. The storm is coming in,” she heard Cory
explain.
The storm is coming in?
Morgan walked over to the
window and peered outside. It looked as if the storm were already in
full throttle, as she couldn't even see one foot out of the window.
If that wasn't the storm, she hated to think about what was coming.

“Ow!”
Morgan jumped back as Tyler slammed the door open, smacking her hard
in the shoulder.

“Sorry,
Morgan. I have to go help Cory.” She nodded, pulling the
flannel closer around her body. The temperature was dropping, she
could feel it. Tyler continued, “yeah, it's getting colder,”
he seemed to understand. “We don't use traditional heating,
hence all the fireplaces and wood burning stoves and they're all out
of wood up there. Remember earlier when I said I was cutting wood?
Yeah, I forgot to take some over there,” he pointed out the
window toward the bigger house, then ran his hand over his short
hair. Morgan nodded again, then hugged him tightly. She was sure he
was used to snow storms, but it was scary and new for her.

“Be
careful. How long will it take so I know when I have to come looking
for you?” Morgan managed a smile, but the thought of him going
out there made her nervous.

“I
don't know, maybe an hour. Cory is in the garage, loading up the wood
now. Shouldn't take long. Get yourself a bath and when I come back,
we'll pick up right where we left off.” He gave her a quick
kiss, then went back to the living room to put on the rest of his
clothing. Morgan looked outside again and sighed.
He'll be fine,
she reassured herself.

When
she heard the front door shut, she tip-toed across the cool floor,
back to the living room where her bags were. She grabbed the zebra
print bag and her smallest bag, then wheeled them back into the warm
bathroom. The fire was going out, so before she turned on the water,
Morgan grabbed several logs from a pile in the corner and threw them
on top of the glowing logs already in place. “There. That
should do the trick.” She hoped she hadn't thrown too many in
there, but in her world, it could never be too warm. Especially when
it was two degrees outside.

The
girl grabbed her bubble bath from the side pocket of the zebra bag,
then went over to the large tub and turned on the tap. You could also
never have too many bubbles, she thought as she poured a large amount
of the pink liquid into the water. She let the flannel fall to the
ground, then looked out the window once again. It was getting worse
and she knew exactly what would get her mind off of it.

Morgan
grabbed her phone from the smaller bag, set it on the floor next to
the tub, then proceeded to climb in. She let the day wash away for a
few moments, enjoying the water that was turning her body a dark
shade of pink. “Angel, Angel, Angel, you'd love this one!”
Morgan reached over the side of the tub for a towel, dried her hands,
then picked up the phone from the floor.

Angel.
Imagine Finlay...got it? Are you imagining? Now, imagine Finlay with
bigger muscles and bright blue eyes. He has the voice of a God...and
a tongue to match.
She set the phone down, still giggling at the
reaction her Angel was probably having and sunk down into the tub. In
less than a minute, her phone was vibrating on the floor.

Morgan
dried off her hands again and read the message aloud. “Oh,
that's just mean! Pictures, Sticky, pictures! Have him play bounties
and handcuff you to everymotherfuckinthing in that house. While you
ride him through the outback.” Angel added the last part only
for the sake of Morgan's rebuttal, but he had also messed up the
first part.