Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (9 page)

They're
MOUNTES, Angel. Not bounties. And yes, I'll be riding that soon
enough. Love and miss you. Xoxo.

Again,
his message came through quickly. “That too. Mount him and ride
him like a bounty police!” Morgan broke out in loud laughter
and set her phone down again. That was all she needed to calm her
down. She sunk down in the tub again, but in a few minutes, the
warmth of the fire and the water were beginning to take over. As much
as she wanted to fall asleep right then, she wanted to be awake when
her 'boyfriend' returned. Her eyelids grew heavier as she quickly
washed her body, but she managed to climb out of the tub before
losing the battle.

She
pushed her arms through the large openings in Tyler's shirt again,
she loved the feel of his flannel against her skin. A smile spread
across her lips when she remembered his reaction to seeing her in it
earlier, and hoped to get the same reaction when he returned.

Morgan grabbed a blanket, a pillow and stretched out on the carpet in
front of the fire. She fought the desire to sleep for nearly half an
hour, but eventually, it was too strong and she fell asleep as she
watched the flames dance back and forth in front of her.

Chapter
Eight

Morgan
reached down to cover her leg that had escaped from the blanket. The
room wasn't exactly cold, but compared to being wrapped inside the
thick bundle, the temperature difference was enough to partially wake
her. A deep voice brought her eyes open as she pulled on the cover.
“It's me, relax.” Tyler's hand brushed against her skin
as he pulled the blanket off the rest of the way. She looked up at
the man who was hovering over her, and smiled at the obvious
intentions that took over his rugged features.

“Why
do you have clothes on?” She giggled as his shirt flew across
the room, and his jeans landed with a thud and his belt buckle
clanked loudly against the wooden floor. He was on top of her again
in seconds, and his cold nose pressed against her neck. She managed
to remove his flannel from her body without leaving her warm spot
underneath him.

Tyler's
cool lips warmed against her skin as he kissed the length of her
shoulder slowly. “Morgan....I've been aroused for three
hours...can I..?

She
slid her hand between their bodies and wrapped her warm hand around
his rock hard dick. Her body rose to meet his as she guided him
inside of her, and she instinctively arched her back to force him in
deeper. His response wasn't expected, but her body nearly applauded
as he pushed harder and filled her completely with his first thrust.

He
wanted to hold back, to bring her as much pleasure as he felt as her
tight warm walls squeezed and caressed him, but he was far too gone
in his own need to slow down. His thrusting continued as he lowered
one hand to wrap around her lower back, and the other was used to
cradle the back of her head. He held her tightly against him as the
overwhelming passion coursed through his body, igniting every part of
his being.

Morgan
wanted more, more of his scent, his touch, and his deep voice that
could be heard from the low moans that came from his warm chest. She
pulled him with her legs after each thrust, and he gave her exactly
what she was begging for. He moved faster, and deeper, until her
body clenched around his with a force that took him over the edge and
into the same realm of release as she had found.

They
held one another tightly as the waves finally receded, and his lips
came down on hers once again before they both took a few moments to
catch their breath.

“Your
arms are shaking.” She ran her hands along the bulky part of
his shoulders, and squeezed gently. He laughed and rolled to her
side, pulling the blanket over both of them.

“I've
never filled the wood pile so quickly in my life, in a blizzard, in
the dark, with a hard on that I think was trying to kill me.”
They both laughed and she cuddled against his chest, loving his arm
that pulled his closer and rested around her waist.

“Well,
then let's not leave you in that condition again.” He agreed,
and they talked for over an hour about nothing at all, and
everything, until neither of them could stay awake.

*****

Tyler's
shower turned out to be almost as good as his tub. It was custom
built for him, which is the reason she had to turn all of the water
jets down to reach her, but it had a bench seat, built in shampoo
dispenser, and a surround sound radio that nearly killed her from
dancing as she washed herself. Her three minute showers in the past
were a far cry from the twenty minutes of bliss that she enjoyed that
day. As she stepped out and wrapped a thick terry robe around her,
she announced her plan loudly through the door. “I'm going to
marry you so that I can have this shower!” It took only
seconds to hear him laugh from the kitchen.

She
towel dried and brushed her hair quickly before skip-walking to the
kitchen to meet her client. “Damn, wet hair, no make up, and
in a plain white robe...and you're still freaking gorgeous!”
He handed her a cup of coffee and she nodded in appreciation as she
took it, then joined him at the small wooden table.

Morgan
made note of the fact that the snow was still coming down, and asked
if they were going to venture out or not. “I just need to know
what I'm wearing, or, not wearing.” She teased him with her
bare foot that playfully ran along his jean clad thigh.

“I
already cleaned off the truck, so we'll just drive to the main house.
I'm not going to let us get stuck walking through another blizzard
again.” He shook his head at the recent memory of trekking
through a foot of snow in the dark, then having to do it again to
take care of his parent's wood pile.

“So,
warm clothes it is!” It was warm in his parents' home, thanks
to Tyler, but she always went by the rule of thumb that it was always
easier to remove a few layers than sit and freeze. Morgan finished
her coffee, then jumped up to get ready for her day. “I'll be
done in fifteen minutes!” she yelled as she shut the door. If
she had waited another two seconds, she would have heard the loud
groan from the other room.

“I
have sisters, Morgan! Fifteen minutes doesn't exist in woman
world!”Morgan heard him, and hoped that his playful outburst
made him feel better.

“Fine,
make it ten!” Morgan talked to herself in the bathroom and set
up her own challenge. It was nothing to get ready in supersonic
speeds anymore. It was an art that she had thoroughly perfected.
“Some mousse,” she coached herself as she threw her head
forward and ran the big blob of hair styler through her long hair.
“Some drying...” Morgan dipped her head again and gave it
three minutes of hot air, just enough to set the waves and so her
hair wouldn't turn to ice when she walked outside. “Some of
this,” the girl blotted foundation on her face, then blush and
a few other touches of makeup before adding a coat of red lipstick
and a shiny coat of gloss. “Did it in nine!” She did a
little jump and nearly landed herself with another gash to her
forehead. Thankfully, when she slipped, she missed the sink by an
inch. It didn't stop her from getting up and making it out into the
living room before ten minutes was up.

“Beat
you! Beat you!” Morgan stuck her tongue out, then turned around
and shook her ass at the man as he came down the hallway.

“Hey,
you already got your shower!” Tyler defended himself.

“What...what's
that smell? Is...that..” Morgan leaned in closer toward the
man, taking an exaggerated sniff. “It smells like bullshit!”
She clapped her hands together and laughed at her own joke. “What
were you saying?”

“Alright,
alright!” He slapped her ass that was still shaking and Morgan
jumped up to shield her other cheek. “Ready?”

“Was
ready thirty minutes ago,” Morgan looked at the invisible
watched that she always used to make her point.

He
gave her a gentle push and they both laughed at Morgan's victory,
then Tyler left to warm up the truck while she bundled up. He didn't
even throw on a coat when he came back in to tell her the beast was
warm, and Morgan was sure to tell him how crazy he was for doing so.

“Go
for it,” Tyler tossed Morgan the keys to the truck as they
walked outside, then he laughed at the shocked look on the girls
face. “Don't worry, there's nothing out here that you can hurt.
You can't hurt the truck either,” he added when she still
looked unsure.

She
hadn't driven in a few months, and she hadn't driven in snow in over
a year. The thought excited her, especially the fact it was a huge
truck and there were no restraints. Morgan stomped through the snow
toward the truck, then jumped into the drivers seat and waited for
Tyler to get in on his side.

“Alright,
but whatever happens, it wasn't me!” She started off slowly,
getting a feel for the large vehicle. The truck was powerful and
glided through the snow easily. To test just how powerful it really
was, Morgan took a peek at her client, then with a troublesome smirk,
she made a hard left on the wheel, making the truck spin in the snow.
When she got control, she did it again. “Wow!” She got
the truck straight, sped forward, then did a perfect figure eight. A
few more times around the path, and Tyler finally had to tell her to
just get to the house.

Morgan
blushed, forgetting what her original task had been and slowly pulled
up to the large mansion. “Sorry. Got a little carried away,”
she admitted, holding her chest.

“Don't
worry. I think you had an audience though.” Tyler pointed
toward the house and when Morgan looked she saw the curtains falling
back into place. Morgan covered her mouth and giggled quietly as if
they would hear her. “Come on, I'm starving!” Tyler
jumped out of the truck and ran to the drivers side and helped Morgan
down and they walked hand-in-hand to the house.

“Tyler
Jacob Andrews!” Gwen's hollering caught Morgan off guard and
she looked to her
boyfriend,
hoping to understand. When Morgan
realized she was scolding her son for
his
driving, the girl
burst out in laughter again. “Why would you put her in that
kind of danger? You finally meet a nice girl, and that's what you do?
She's not even going to make it out of here alive! What are you
thi...”

Morgan
couldn't hear him take the blame, so she jumped in with a confession.
“That was me, Mrs. Andrews. I was driving...” She put her
head down and waited for a lecture on safe driving. Instead, she got
a simple 'oh” and dragged into the kitchen by her hand.

“In
that case, good job! Those were some impressive donuts!” Gwen
praised her. Morgan giggled again, then looked behind her toward
Tyler who was trying to hide a smirk. He shrugged his shoulders and
walked toward the living room to say hi to Uncle Matt.

Back
in the kitchen, Gwen was laying out kitchen utensils like someone
planning murder...by spatulas.
Oh shit. She expects me to cook.
“Okay, Morgan, you start the eggs and bacon, I'll work on
the pancakes,” Gwen rattled off, passing a carton of eggs her
way, then walked to the opposite side of the kitchen.

When
the older woman wasn't looking, Morgan raised her arms above her head
to get her clients attention. Gwen turned around and Morgan turned
her flailing into an awkward stretch, then when it was safe, she put
her arms back in motion. Finally, Tyler looked. In her best silence
speech, she mouthed the words I CAN'T COOK. The gorgeous man hid
another smile behind his hands and shook his head slowly. The look he
gave her was one that said 'this is going to be good.' Morgan gave
him the middle finger and put it down just in time for the recipients
mother to miss seeing it.

Okay.
Finlay made omelettes...I can make omelettes. That's easy, right?
She
racked her brain to remember how it had been done. When she thought
she had it right, she reminded herself that she had made some killer
food with Aiden, so some eggs couldn't possibly bring her down.

She
looked nervously around the room and found a bowl. Then, one by one,
she slowly cracked the dozen eggs inside. After a quick search, she
found her ingredients, including cheese, onions and peppers, then
mixed it all together. The girl had no idea what setting to put the
stove on, but she used the same theory as her clothing.
I can
always turn it up, but I can't take it back once it's burned.