Around the World in 80 Men Boxed Set 31-35 (42 page)

Aside
from the obvious lack of housekeeping, the office didn't hold
anything that he needed, and he left quickly from the same window
that he climbed through.

He
walked around the building and came through the front door. He needed
to speak to Marisol, but requesting a certain person to bring
something to his room wasn't the best idea.
I'll find a way to go
to her.
John stopped in his tracks and smiled, only to himself,
and began walking again. That time, he looked drunk, and was pulling
off a great nice-drunk-guy routine as he made his way to the kitchen
behind the lounge.

“
I
had a steak earlier. It was the best damn steak I ever had.”
John walked right behind the chef's counter, and to the middle of the
cooking area. “The girl that brought it... she.. she said she
recommended a … a... ah hell. What was that?” Two of the
cooks laughed at the
drunk
man, and shook their heads. “I
don't remember what she said. But I need... I need to try it. What
was her name? Shit... it was.. Mary... Mar... Marisol! Where is she?”
John had pulled it off perfectly, and he truly did look like a drunk
tourist who wanted another great meal. One of the men finally
answered him in the way of pointing to the back door with a large
metal spatula. “Thanks, friend.” John gave him a small
salute, and walked right towards the door.

He
expected to find another area, possibly a break room for the staff,
but what he found was the night air. “What?” He stood
outside in the darkness, feeling as if the cook had just played him.
He was about to go back into the kitchen and find his way back to his
room to rethink his strategy when a light in the distance suddenly
illuminated. It was a small cottage. It was
the
cottage. “I
guess one of the perks to living on the grounds is you can go home
and take a break.”

John
walked around the trees until he was close enough to see inside the
small front window, and there was Marisol, folding laundry with an
older woman at the kitchen table. “The rude bitch.” The
woman that had snapped at him behind the counter at check in was
Marisol's mom. “Makes sense.” Then another person
appeared beside Marisol, wearing a bellhop uniform and a grimace that
could be clearly seen. “And you are?” He sank down lower,
and duck walked to the window. A shaggy medium sizes black dog joined
him in the bushes, and it made John smile when the stench of wet dog
hit. “Hey, buddy. Were you the one in the office?”

John
looked back to scene. He couldn't understand what they were saying,
but the young man was obviously not happy about the uniform. John had
to smile at the teenage temper that unfolded in the small kitchen,
and almost laughed when the young man took the jacket off and threw
it on a chair.

“
Yeah,
don't blame ya, buddy. I wouldn't want to wear it.... what the fuck?”
A redheaded pinup girl on the boy's right arm stopped John in mid
sentence. And a smile pile of discarded banana peels were almost
covered when the jacket was tossed. “Got ya.”

Epilogue

Morgan
woke in the middle of the night to her phone ringing from the pocket
of her shorts on the floor. She crawled over Finlay and fell flat on
the carpet beside the bed. She had been in a dead sleep, but the
notion that there may be news on Mustafa had told her brain to wake
up and check.

“
Julianne?”
She planned to return the call, after a trip to the bathroom. Morgan
was still trying to focus on finding her way to a chair afterward, to
call Julianne, when a text came through.
Angel called. I know
everything. Please stay with Finlay next week. That's not an order,
but I think some time in Scotland would do you some good. I'm home
from vacation early, had a wonderful time. Please pick your next
client for, hopefully, the week after next. Because you should be in
Scotland. With Finlay. Relaxing.
Morgan laughed at the long text
from Julianne, and knew instantly that her boss had also enjoyed her
fair share of wine that night.

A
week in Scotland. She leaned back in the chair and looked over at
Finlay who was on his back sound asleep. Yes, she thought, a week in
Scotland sounded perfect. “After we help Mustafa.”

Morgan
leaned over and removed her laptop and connected quickly. Her only
solution to her schedule was to stay in Morocco for a few more days
to help her friend, then go to Scotland after that. She didn't know
if she would have a full week, or a few days, but any time with
Finlay was very appealing. “Okay, Friday after this one... who
do we have?” She scrolled through the database and tried to
stay close to Scotland. “I'm so done with long flights right
now.” She knew the trip to Scotland would be long, so keeping
the next one short sounded perfect.

“
Markus
Tajen. Holy wow.” The blonde man looked like a viking statue,
standing on a small fishing pier with a back drop of mist covered
mountains and a lake that looked like it would shatter with one
touch. “A lake of glass.” That's what her grandmother
would call the old small painting in their living room of two small
children ice skating on a
lake of glass
. It was perfect, and
so was Markus. “Please... please don't have any issues.”
What Morgan would give to help Mustafa, spend a perfect few days with
Finlay, and then a week of just work with no problems. “Norway
it is.”

She
looked over at Finlay again, and smiled lovingly. “Well, Finny.
Looks like we'll finally get our week together.”

BOOK
THIRTY-FOUR

NORWAY

Chapter
One

Finlay
stood in the shower, smiling to the point of almost laughing. Morgan
Holland agreed to spend the week with him, and nothing could spoil
the moment.

“
If
you think you're going to use all of the hot water,” Morgan's
leg moved over the side of the tub, and then the rest of her body
slid in behind him, “you're wrong.” Finlay turned and
wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “Hmmm.
Keep that up and we'll definitely be using up all the hot water.”

“
If
we do, I'll keep ye warm enough.” Finlay brought his mouth to
hers and kissed her as he spun her around. Morgan moaned as her back
hit the hot streams of water. Her sounds as the water warmed her skin
made his cock grow and Morgan felt it move between her legs. Her
fingers curled around his hair as she brought his bottom lip between
her teeth with a sensual bite, then released.

“
Mmm...fuck,
Fin.” She looked down at his engorged member and bit her own
lip as she took it in her hand. It was as solid as a rhino's horn,
and she was ready to be impaled by the carnal beast that she saw
taking over the large Scot. Her small hand moved over him, then
slowly down the entire length, and back to the top. She could feel
the blood rushing under his skin as he moved her hand, and her core
throbbed in response. “Damn.”

Finlay
turned her around again, so he was under the water and her back was
against the tile. “Love?” His mouth found a sweet spot on
her shoulder, and he kissed her wet skin softly. Her moaned
yes
was lost against his neck as she returned several kisses. “Spread
your legs.” Morgan moved each foot several inches to either
side, quickly obeying his demand.

Finlay's
hand moved between her thighs, and Morgan's moan echoed against the
tile. He pushed two large fingers inside of her tight center. In and
out, hitting the sweet spot within. “Oh my god.” His lips
moved to her chest, down the soft skin of her breast, finally to take
a swollen bud between his lips. Morgan moaned louder, enjoying the
sensation of his mouth claiming her, and his fingers pleasuring her
below. “Fuck me, Fin.” She couldn't take the thrilling
torture anymore. “I need you inside me!”

Finlay
bit her nipple softly, just as Morgan loved. Her nails dug into the
thick muscles of his shoulder. “Come for me, Love.” The
vibration of his deep voice against her sensitive skin sent a wave of
new pleasure through her body, and she felt her legs begin to
tremble.

“
I...”
Her head fell back against the wall, unable to make any sound except
for the deep intake of breath and short moans with each plunge of his
fingers inside her. “There...” She finally managed two
words, and Finlay groaned in response. He loved when she made orders
to him, even if he wouldn't immediately listen to them all. Morgan
was close to the edge. Finlay fell to his knees and devoured her
velvet bud between his lips. Morgan found her release within seconds.
Her tight entrance clenched hard around his fingers, as he continued
to suckle her swollen need. “Oh god...” She was still
trying to catch her breath when Finlay stood once more.

“
Now
I'll fuck ye, Love.” Finlay kissed Morgan and pressed her back
against that wall. In one fluid motion, he lifted Morgan's leg around
his waist, and submerged his sex deep inside her. “Bloody hell,
Morgan. Ye feel fookin' amazing.” He brought his cock out,
grabbed her hips tightly, then pushed inside again and again. He
found a rhythm that quickly brought him to his place of ecstasy. His
cock pulsed inside of her. Her body clenched tightly around him as
she felt his release throbbing violently.

Morgan's
hands found either side of Finlay's face, and she quickly kissed his
lips as he pulled out of her. “I love you, Fin.”

“
I
love ye, too. So fookin' much.” Finlay kissed her again, and he
felt her smile against his lips. “What?”

“
It's
getting cold,” she giggled as she reached for the soap.

“
Aye,
guess ye shouldn't have used up all the hot water.”

She
gave him a playful push, careful not to lose her footing on the
slippery floor of the tub. “It was worth it.”

*****

John
sipped his coffee as he thought of his next move. He knew from
looking at Marisol's schedule, she was off at midnight the night
prior, but would be back on the job at nine that morning. He still
had thirty minutes until he could order room service. “I hope
you're the one that brings it.” He stared down at the menu,
knowing that it was a fifty-fifty chance of her showing up, but it
was all he had at the moment.

He
grabbed his phone from the night stand and called the hospital. Once
again, he lied and told them that he was working on the case. It
wasn't exactly a lie, but he led them to believe that he was with a
law firm, which was the only way he could get information.

“
He
was taken early this morning, back to Madrid.” That was all the
nurse would tell him, even though he tried to get more information.

“
Thank
you.” John ended the call then proceeded to work through his
connections to find out exactly where a prisoner would be taken. It
took twenty minutes to gather enough intelligence to piece it
together. He would be in a state hospital to recuperate, then taken
directly to prison in less than a week. Mustafa would only be ten
miles from where John was staying, at least for a week, and that just
made his job easier. He thought of calling Finlay, to let him know
that he had a good lead with Marisol's family, but decided to wait
until he found out a bit more and opted for a quick text to his
employer.

Mustafa
is here, in Madrid. They brought him back this morning. Will have
more info later.

*****

Morgan
took her time in getting ready. Riding through the desert, sweating,
peeing in the sand, and surviving a sandstorm had left her with a
deep desire to look her best. “Love, you're already beautiful.”
Finlay leaned against the door frame with his arms across his chest.
He'd watched Morgan dry her hair, then apply more than one
cosmetic
.
He loved watching her, it didn't matter what she was doing, and that
morning was no different. He was, however, starving.

Morgan
smiled as she ran the straightener through her hair. She wasn't going
to stop until she was satisfied with her appearance. Also, she
planned to head directly to the hospital, to see Mustafa. It would be
nice if he could actually see that she could fix up a little. “Thank
you,” she turned and gave Finlay a wide smile, “but I'm
going to be a few more minutes.” She knew he was trying to get
her to hurry, even if he was using compliments to make it happen.
Finlay shook his head and laughed. They had reached a point where it
was easy to read one another, and he found that he liked it very
much.