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

“You
scared the hell out of me!” Morgan gave his arm a playful, yet
very loud swat, and Finlay grabbed his arm in mock pain. He also
threatened to pour her coffee down the drain if she didn't get out of
bed. “I'm up!” She giggled as she pushed the curls from
one side of her face. “See.” She wasn't exactly up, but
she was in a sitting position on the bed, and that was as good as it
was going to get right then. Finlay leaned down and kissed her
forehead gently, then reached behind her head and opened the clasp
that was still holding a portion of her hair from the night before.
Morgan's curls fell in a pile on her bare shoulder.

“That's
better.” He kissed her again, and walked across the room to
fill her cup. Morgan yawned and looked around the room.

“I
like this better than Caesar's...”

“Easy,
lass,” Finlay groaned, returning with her favorite beverage. He
didn't want to hear that something Shaw related was better at
anything. He would cooperate with Clay for the sake of Morgan, but
for the same reason, he wouldn't become friends with the man or care
about his accomplishments.

“Don't
worry, Fin.” Morgan stood and reached for her coffee, but he
held it for ransom until he got a kiss. “You're here and right
now... wait...” she realized she'd never asked why he was even
in Vegas. When she asked, he laughed loudly. Mostly because it was a
random question, but also because he couldn't give her an honest
answer.

“Because...
why the bloody hell not? Work has been slow and you've got the week
off. Can't a man jus' want ta see ye, lass?” Morgan nodded
slowly, and kissed him again.

“I
suppose that's as good as a reason as any. What about this?”
Morgan held her right hand up, then pointed at the little ring on her
finger. “Explain...”

“
Why
the hell not?” Finlay laughed, but Morgan didn't find him
funny.

“
I'm
serious. What is it for?”

“
I
just wanted ta send ye something nice, is that so bad?” Finlay
gently spun the ring around her finger as he answered.

“
Really?
Because I was thinking it was because you knew I had received a ring
and you wanted to get one too.” Morgan raised a brow and gave
him a smile, suspicious of his words.

“
I
knew it was a joke, the other ring I mean.”

“
But
still, that's the real reason.” Morgan poked his large chest
and he laughed.

“Aye.
Maybe yer right, lass. But also, I thought ye might like it.”

“
I
do,” Morgan agreed.

“It's
also for bein' honest with me. I was bothered when I found out that
ye didn't ask me first.. ye know.. about the ring. Then I realized
that ye didn't try te hide it from me.. ye tried to spare my
feelings. You were still honest, Morgan. And for that, I thank
you.” She looked into his eyes and smiled.

“I'll
always be honest you, I promise.” He took her face in his hands
and looked into her eyes.

“I
promise, Love.. I'll always be honest with ye as well.”

Finlay pulled her in front of him, and his slow leisurely kiss left
them both thankful for whatever reason had brought him to Vegas
.
“I don't know what you do to me, Fin. You're like a drug
that I can't get enough of.
”

“Yer
lucky that the womanly curse is here, or I'd...”

Morgan
took a quick breath, and was about to tell him that her curse wasn't
due until the following day. Her cramps that came and went reminded
her that it was even possible to hit her that night. She stood on her
toes and kissed him slowly, then pulled away from his perfectly soft
lips. “I need a shower.” He nodded and let out a long
sigh. She laughed at the fact that he would be more than willing to
jump right into bed with her, right then and there, even with her
monthly business. All she had to do was say the word. But her plan
was much more interesting.
“Aye.” It was more of a
grunt than a word, and Morgan laughed all the way to the
bathroom.
She turned on the shower and rid herself of the rest of
her clothes, then stepped in. The cool room filled quickly with steam
as she stood under the pelting water until her hair was soaked.
“Fin?” Her voice echoed through the room, and out to the
man who was trying to think of anything but her.
“Aye?”
He stood and walked slowly to the door.
“I forgot my
shampoo. Can you bring it in?” She put her hand over her mouth
as she stared at the little shampoo on the shower's shelf, the same
shampoo that Fin had used just that morning. Finlay dug through her
bag and found the bottle, then walked into the bathroom with his head
facing in the opposite direction as Morgan. He refused to torture
himself with seeing her naked, and she smiled at the man when she
peeked her head out from behind the shower curtain. “Fin? I
can't reach it.” He stepped closer and held his hand out
further in her direction. “Yeah... still can't reach it.”
He could actually hear the smile on her lips as she spoke, and he
couldn't help but smile in return.
“Yer an evil woman.”
He side-stepped and tried to feel his way to the shower curtain. His
foot hit the tub and he realized he'd been no less than a foot from
it the whole time. His head turned in her direction to tell her again
that she was being evil, but his words were forgotten when he saw the
curtain open, and Morgan standing before him. He no longer cared
about womanly things, or waiting for an invitation.
Finlay put
the bottle on the side of the tub and removed his jeans. Morgan
stepped to the side to let him in, and he took his half of the shower
and closed the curtain. “Am I still evil?” She was still
smiling when his lips came down over hers.
Her body was so soft
and his hands moved to every part of her that he could touch. She
molded to his front and moved her hands from his waist to his large
back. “I've missed ye. So verra much.” His words were
spoken into her neck as he kissed her wet skin, his lips pressing
hard against her.
Finlay picked her up by her waist and told her
to wrap her legs around him. He held her under one leg and moved his
other hand to her lower back as he guided himself inside of her. “Oh
my god...,” she put her head against his chin and her fingers
dug deeply into his back. He held her there for several moments to
make sure he could continue, then they both opened their eyes wide
when they felt the water turn from hot, to warm, to cold in a matter
of seconds.
He moved her slowly off of him, and stepped out.
Morgan reached down and turned the water off and smiled. Finlay's
face looked the same as it had when he was inside of her, and she
stepped out and wrapped her arms around his neck. The large man
picked her up again and held her at his waist as he left the
bathroom. Morgan shivered in his arms and held him closely as they
entered the main room. It was still cold, and the cool water on her
skin made it that much worse. “Not te worry, Love...,” he
walked past the bed and straight to the large doors that would lead
them to the balcony.
“Fin! We can't.. people will see us!”
She buried her head in his neck and felt his chest move as he
laughed.
“Ah, we can... and we will.” He took them to
the closest lounge chair and sat down with her on his lap. “See,”
he motioned around them, pointing out the high wooden barrier that
surrounded them. Morgan was looking around when he quickly picked her
up and brought her down on top of him once again. She closed her eyes
and moaned as she leaned back, letting the sun warm her skin as
Finlay Campbell warmed everything else.
He put his large hands on
her back and pulled her to his mouth. His lips circled her hard pink
nipple slowly and Morgan moaned again when she felt his tongue flick
quickly across her skin. The man knew what she wanted, he'd known
since that first time together, and he loved that he knew her body so
well. His lips raised as he moved his hands to either side of her
head, forcing her face downward to watch. She opened her eyes and the
most enticing smile formed across his open mouth as his teeth pulled
across her. “Fuck!” Her head went back again, but his
hands caught it and moved her back into place.
“I am
fookin' ya, Love. And I plan to fook ye the rest of the day, aye?”
He pushed hard inside of her as his mouth continued to bring loud
sounds of pleasure from deep within her chest. Morgan watched him
take her into his mouth over and over again, his teeth moving over
her pink skin, and across her full breast.
She put her hands on
his wide shoulders and began to ride him quickly, pushing hard on top
of him, and raising fast. He pulled away from her breasts and put his
hands around her waist again. “Lean back.” Finlay pushed
her slightly until she let go of his shoulder and put her hands
behind her body on the chair. She leaned as far as she could, and
Finlay looked down to watch their joining. “Ye look so fookin'
good.” His large hand slid from her waist to her center, and
one finger dropped to the place that would drive her wild.
They
watched together as he slowly circled her clit. His finger moved in
lazy circles that made Morgan fight to keep her eyes open. His gentle
touch caused a tsunami of pleasure that was building with each small
circle that he traced over her sensitive skin. His breathing deepened
and he raised his eyes as she began to move hard against him, filling
herself with his large cock that jerked inside of her. His finger
moved faster, and harder. Morgan squeezed her thighs together as her
wet walls clamped around him tightly.
Finlay grabbed her hips and
pushed her hard on top of him, and put his head against her chest as
their bodies pulsed erratically with a shared thunderous
release.
Morgan was out of breath and sat up when her body would
allow her to move again. “Fin, I hope you meant it when you
said we'd do this all day.” The man laughed and pulled her
close to him.
“First, I'll take care of yer stomach that's
been shoutin' at me all morning, then yer all mine.”

*****

Angel
was still sleeping like a baby, and Cedric had just taken his morning
shower. He too opened the bathroom door loudly, and sent Angel into
a near panic attack. “The fuck, boo?!” He threw his
body back to the bed and rolled over violently.

“Language,
Boo.” He was always getting on Angel for his excessive use of
the F-word, but it never helped. Angel groaned and rolled his eyes.
“I'm in Vegas, and I'm not spending the whole day in bed... get
up.” Cedric threw his wet towel, and it landed square on
Angel's head. The move was enough to get the grumpy man up, and he
threw the towel back at Cedric as he stomped to the bathroom. He
started shouting in return as he took care of his morning necessity.

“First
you keep my ass out all night drinking, then kilt-a-liscious calls me
four fuckin' thousand times, and I get three hours of sleep! Now,
you want to play rise n' fuckin' shine with my ass to go look at shit
that will be there later!” Cedric laughed and shook his head
while he waited for Angel to join him. “Language.” He
heard the toilet flush, another groan, and Angel's voice started
again.

“
AND...
you throw your used up.. stank ass... wet muthafuckin' towel on my
muthafuckin' head!” He left the bathroom and stared at Cedric
as he walked to the coffee pot. “What? You got nothin' to
say?” Cedric nodded, and was happy to answer.

“I'm
just waiting for you to tell me that there are too many muthafuckin'
snakes on this muthafuckin' plane.” Angel stopped and put a
hand to his hip.

“Oh..
okay then... you have jokes in the AM... that's cool. Your ass slept
through my mutha.... my phone ringing all muth.... all night long.”
He snapped his head back to his work, and started the pot of coffee.
“You ain't getting a drop of this, just so you MUTHAFUCKIN'
know!” Cedric laughed loudly, and walked to Angel, giving him
a quick kiss to the cheek.

“I'm
getting dressed, try to find a better mood.” He laughed again
as he pulled his bag into the bathroom, and started to prepare
himself for a day of sightseeing.

Angel
felt more than justified in being in the mood he was currently in,
because Finlay had called him at least six times the night before.
If he remembered correctly, Clayton had also tried to a few times as
well. As far as Angel was concerned, the men were only trying to
tell him off for forcing them together, and he loved that his little
plan had worked.
Play Doh had that shit coming. I hope Finny took
care of
your punk ass too.
He sat with his coffee, and he
actually did find a better mood. The thought of what the alpha Scot
did to Clay was too fun not to think about. “That's what
happens when you play a bitch.”

Angel
crossed his legs, still wearing his PoPo pajamas, and enjoyed his
coffee while Cedric continued to get dressed. “Morgan, wake
your ass up! Apparently we got shit to see.” Angel called
loudly, knowing his voice would penetrate Morgan's bedroom door. He
took a few slow sips of his coffee, then stood to get more. On his
way back to the little kitchen, he gave Morgan's door a few loud
bangs of his fist and kept going. A few minutes later, on his way
back, he hit the door again. “Fine, bitch, you ain't getting
any muthafuckin' coffee either.” Silence. He opened the door
wide open, “I know your ass is just fuc...Stick?” Angel
ran to her still perfectly made bed...even the little chocolate was
still in place and he knew she hadn't come back the night before.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck me. Oh, Sticky Buns!”