Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 (116 page)

“Shit!”
The sky lit up with a flash of lightning that highlighted every tree
around them. “It wasn't supposed to rain this week!”
Morgan jumped up from her chair and folded it up.

“One.
Two. Thr..” The crack of thunder cut off Manuel's words.
“Julius told me that if you see lightning, then count until you
hear the thunder, that gives you an idea of how close the storm is.”

Just
then, the sky opened up Sequoia Park, and on Morgan and Manuel. “I
call bullshit!” Morgan's laughter was drowned out by the sound
of rain, as the two of them hurried to gather the rest of the stuff.
By the time they were in their tent, they were drenched.

Manuel
turned on a lantern and set it in the corner of the tent. “Cold?”
His lips curved into a smile, and he nodded toward Morgan's breasts.

“Yes!”
She covered her hard nipples in defense with one arm, then pushed the
wet hair from her face with the other.

“I
know what will warm you up.” Manuel put a hand on the back of
her neck and pulled her mouth to his.

“If
you weren't such an amazing kisser, I would tell you how incredibly
cheesy that line was.” Morgan kissed him, and felt his cock
begin to harden against her hip when she moved closer to his body.
The night before, the two of them had been exhausted and fell asleep,
even after a promise of
making her scream
. Morgan wasn't going
to let him off the hook again.

Manuel
pulled away just enough to pull the wet shirt from his body and toss
it to the front of the tent. “You
are
warm.”
Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the heat radiate
from his skin.
Warm butter,
the thought occurred to her once
more.

“I
can warm you up faster if we're naked.” He smiled down at
Morgan and she rolled her eyes, but knew he wasn't lying. She raised
a brow at the man, and turned around slowly. Still only wearing her
bikini top, it was much easier to remove than his shirt had been.
“Come here.” Morgan took his offered hand, and walked to
their sleeping bags, unbuttoning her shorts on the way. After kicking
those to the front of the tent, she crawled in beside the naked man
on their makeshift bed.

“You're
not going to sleep, I hope you know that.” She was on her side,
he on his back and Morgan placed her head on his shoulder, as her
finger drew an invisible line down the center of his chest.

“Is
that so?” He wrapped his arm around Morgan, holding her tightly
against his body. She nodded, and moved her hand lower down his
stomach, until he grabbed her hand and pinned it to his chest. “What
if I just want to hold you for a minute?”

Morgan's
fingers curled around his chest hair. There wasn't much there, but it
was enough of a distraction for her hands. “That sounds nice.”
She meant it. It had been a long time since someone had just...
held
her. Not just because they just had sex and cuddling seems like
one of the more natural things to do afterward, but because someone,
Manuel,
wanted
to. “But just for a minute.” She
kissed his shoulder teasingly and nestled more comfortably on his
body.

“You
know what I want, Morgan?” Manuel moved her hand, and gently
sat up, propping himself on his elbow to get a better look at her.

“What
do you want, Mannie?” She giggled at his serious tone.

“I
want to...” He pushed his body up further, until he was sitting
beside her “make...” Manuel put one leg over Morgan's
body, then brought himself over her, “love...” his lips
met hers briefly, “to you.”

“I...”
Morgan tried to speak.

“But...”
Manuel cut her off. Morgan could feel his strength around her, see
the muscles flexing in his arms as they held his body up above her.
His legs stretched out beside hers, and she felt his
desire
brush
against her leg. She sucked in a breath of air, needing more of his
touch. Her back arched slightly, urging him to give her what she
needed. “I want to do it slowly. I want to...” He took
one of her nipples between his lips, and Morgan filled the tent with
a sigh of pleasure that his mouth brought to her, “feel all of
you.” Manuel's tongue swirled around her hardened bud, and her
fingers went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

His
other hand moved slowly across her skin, from her waist to her
breast. His fingers gently squeezed her soft flesh and slowly moved
to her hard nipple. Morgan squirmed under his touch, loving the feel
of his hands and mouth, but needing so much more. Manuel smiled
against her warming skin and dropped one hand back down to her waist.
Morgan's lower body moved to the side, just enough to meet his hand
where it needed to be.

The
instant his fingers came into contact with her hot center, Morgan's
body raised and forced him to enter. Her loud sigh hardened his
entire body, and he pushed even more. Passion escalated instantly
and she grabbed the arm that was bringing her so much pleasure.

Her
arms were between her legs, holding him inside of her as she moved.
He raised and watched her pleasure herself with his hand, watched her
body rise and fall quickly, and finally dropped his lower body
between her knees.

He
moved forward, close enough for Morgan to feel his hot breath against
her overly sensitive area. She moved down, forcing his mouth against
her, and his tongue met her clit hard. Morgan's body jerked as his
warm mouth closed around her. His tongue danced quickly. Her legs
tightened around his head, holding him against her. Morgan released
in seconds, as Manuel's lips held tightly until her body finally
softened.

Manuel
crawled the length of her body slowly, the feral look told Morgan
that he planned to make good on his promise of making her scream. She
smiled when he didn't stop directly above her, but kept moving
upward.

She
moved down until her head was no longer propped by the pillow at the
same time as Manuel's knees opened and he was positioned with his
cock directly over her mouth. Her hand went to his large beautiful
dick and she stroked him slowly, tightening her grip slightly with
each thrust. She pulled him down, closer to her mouth, and her tongue
moved slowly against him.

Looking
up, seeing him completely straddle her head and shoulders, she
watched as his head fell back with the touch of her tongue on the tip
of his dark cock. She raised enough to take him into her mouth and
his sound of pleasure coaxed her even more.

He
was too thick to take completely, but it was enough for Manuel to
lean forward, placing his hands above them, and push himself slightly
more into her mouth. Her head tilted as she felt him begin to move,
gently thrusting, filling her mouth each time. Her tongue flattened
against him, pushing against the thick vein that would drive him wild
with passion.

His
pace quickened and Morgan's full lips slid tightly against him, until
his legs shook with warning. He pulled from her mouth quickly and
rolled to his back, then with one arm that wrapped around her waist,
he pulled her on top of him.

The
moment Morgan guided his throbbing cock inside of her, he sat up,
facing her directly as she moved over him. Their eyes locked as he
held her waist, both arms wrapped tightly around her body.

His
hands moved with her, allowing her to control the pleasure for both
of them. His fingers pressed into her sides, wanting to push her body
further. Morgan's eyes closed and their foreheads gently came
together. Manuel's chest widened with each deep and quick breath.
Morgan's bottom lip was pulled into her mouth as she stifled moans of
pleasure, pleasure that was consuming her entire body.

She
felt his body harden again, his legs flexed under her. His arms
tightened, and he finally pushed himself inside of her hard, forcing
Morgan's head to fall to his shoulder as loud moans of passion filled
the tent. Sounds that came from both of them.

Manuel's
head did the same, their necks cradling one another. He moved her
body with his own, thrusting harder and harder. His mouth opened as
he brought a mouthful of flesh from Morgan's neck between his lips.
He held her with his mouth. He held her with his arms. He held her
with his cock. Their bodies began to shake.

“I
want to see you.” Morgan's words were muffled against him, but
he knew what she wanted. He quickly lifted her from his body and
rolled over with her underneath him once again. Her hand instantly
wrapped around his cock and she held him tightly as her hand moved to
his near violent release.

Slowly,
Manuel moved down and covered Morgan's body with his own.

“Jesus...”
He lowered his head to her chest, trying to steady his own breathing.
Morgan's heart pounded against his face, as his hands pushed the hair
out of hers.

“I'm
not cold...” Morgan giggled, forcing Manuel's head to bounce in
rhythm with her breasts.

“I
hope not.” He rolled his body off of hers and pulled her back
to where they started, her head on his shoulder. “I would
hate
to try and warm you up again.” Both of them laughed and he
kissed the top of her head. Nothing else was spoken about the
weather, sex, camping or temperature. The two were asleep within
minutes, lulled into a slumber by the sound of nature's music around
them.

Chapter
Nine

“Look!
Look who it is!” Morgan pushed on Manuel's shoulder, trying to
wake him up. “Mannie!” she scolded when he rolled over
and pulled the blanket over his head. “He's back. It's the
horny toad.” He poked his head out from his shield and opened
one eye to see Morgan. She was, in fact. holding a toad.

“It's
not the same toad.” Mannie stretched, then sat up, rubbing the
kink out of his back. “They're all over the place here.”
He leaned in closer to take a look at her prize.

“I'll
have you know, it
is
the same frog. Toad. Horny toad.”
Morgan walked back outside of the tent, but left the little flap
open. “Do we have anymore coffee?” She cupped the little
guy in her hands as she dug around for any remnants of her favorite
beverage.
Okay, maybe second favorite. But I can't drink moscato
for breakfast.

“No,
and how do you know it's the same one?”

“No?”
Morgan groaned and dropped to one of the stumps by the black circle
of a fire pit, saddened that they were out of coffee. “And
look,” she pointed at the toad. “It was missing it's
third toe. Right here.” He took a look and she set the little
guy back on the ground. “Can you hand me that?” Manuel
handed over a bottle of hand sanitizer and asked the time. “Seven
thirty-three.” A sad look took over her face.

“I
know.” It was their last day together, but neither one of them
wanted to say it. “How about I go get us coffee, then we can
make breakfast and start...packing.” He trailed off and Morgan
nodded.

Morgan,
you've done this dozens of times. You're not going to make a big deal
of this.
She smiled, and jumped up from her stump. “Hurry
back.”

She
watched him disappear down the road, and knowing it would be at least
half an hour before he returned, she decided to start putting their
things away. Fifteen minutes later, she was done. She hadn't worn
much, so she only had to gather her dirty things into a bag. “Remind
me to get a hotel with a laundry service.” She twisted her lip
at the pile of clothing and dragged her bags to the outside of the
tent. It's not that she was in a hurry, but she didn't want to waste
time doing that later when she could spend it with him.

*****

Michael
was attempting to focus on his friend's story about losing his bank
card at a nearby ATM, obviously trying to get Michael to pay for
lunch, but his mind kept going back to the conversation he had with
Angel. He had taken the call, and listened to everything that Angel
had told him. The part about Kala's mom had hit home with him, since
he'd gone through life changing illnesses with his own mother.
However, he wasn't quite convinced either way, and the best he could
do was promise to call Angel back with an answer.