Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (105 page)

“Oh,
no, everything is fine,” she put a smile across her face and
gave his leg a small squeeze, making him jump slightly.

“I
know what it looks like,” he whispered as he poked one of his
own sausages. “They're a bit smaller than that sucker you're
carrying around...” She'd totally forgotten about Angel's
little surprise and made a note to yell at him for it later, but she
also broke out in laughter that she had a hard time stifling. After a
few moments, he went back to shoveling in bites and she was back to
trying to convince herself to just take one.

Okay,
here goes.
She closed her eyes, seemingly believing that might
help the situation, then brought the wiener to her lips and took a
bite.
Fuck me, this is bad. Oh my God, this is bad.
She wanted
to flap her arms around, to stomp her feet, to hit the table,
anything to make the taste go away.
Be mature, Morgan,
just...chew. Chew it. That's it, just...whew. That's over with.
She
set the remaining half of a sausage on her plate, then drowned out
the taste with a large gulp of wine.

Unfortunately,
she was starving, so giving the stuffed cabbage a go seemed like her
only option. Once again, she flipped the cabbage over and stared at
the rice and meat combo. It didn't look
so
bad. She dipped her
fork in, avoiding the cabbage at all costs and got a small bite, then
put it in her mouth.
No, what
is
this? Okay, chew it. I
can't. I can't do it. I can't chew it!
She couldn't even bring
herself to go through with the motions, just to get it down. Instead,
she casually set her napkin back on the table, then quietly excused
herself to the restroom.

“Blech!”
She spit the bite of mystery meat into the garbage as soon as the
bathroom door was shut behind her. “Oh, what am I going to do?
I got it, I don't feel well. That'll work. I don't have an appetite,
so I can't eat.” She looked to the mirror and made her best 'I
feel ill' face, then straightened out her sweater and left the
bathroom. When she got to the table though, she saw the happy man and
couldn't bring herself to lie to him. She also didn't want to hurt
his feelings. Not to mention, that's what started the avalanche to a
broken friendship with Kole.

She
sat back down slowly, eying his plate as she did so, noticing nearly
everything was gone.
Dessert. Oh, please be good.
If the
dessert was good, she could eat it, then say she was full. It was
brilliant. Fool proof, she thought.

So
she dug in, and to her relief, the dessert was actually very good.

“Is
that how you eat in America?” Fane questioned her. “Eat
dessert first?” His face was full of amusement.

“It
just looked so yummy! I couldn't help sneaking a bite.” Her
hand went back to his leg and she gave him another squeeze. Next
thing she knew, the big man was taking a bite of his own, on her
neck. Morgan moaned softly, then pushed his face away with the side
of hers and dug her nails into his leg.

“I
couldn't resist a bite either,” he leaned back in and whispered
in her ear.

“I'm
getting full,” she whispered back to him, even though she'd
only taken three bites of the cottage cheese dessert. “Can we
leave?”

Fane
nodded, then motioned for Roman to join them back at the table. They
exchanged a few words, then Roman left and returned a moment later
with a small box. Fane dumped her plate of cabbage and sausage into
the container, then handed Roman his bank card, which was inevitably
returned. Morgan knew how it worked, family usually never charged
each other, but it was still another nice thing she noticed about
their bond. A few minutes later, they were headed back out to the
car. Nearly half an hour after that, they were back into the area
that Morgan recognized, Fane's street, but...

“Wasn't
your...that was your house...” she looked behind her as they
passed his huge corner home.

“Just
have to make a quick stop first,” he told her, then just as
quickly, pulled in front of a small restaurant. “Be right
back.” He leaned in toward Morgan, gave her a kiss as if she
were going to forget him while he was inside, then climbed out
without an explanation. Morgan was left alone in the car, and very
much confused. His 'just a minute' turned into fifteen minutes, but
when he came out of the place carrying one of the amazing pizzas,
Morgan could feel her cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“Oh,
I...I'm so sorry...” She knew why he'd gotten the pizza, he'd
obviously noticed her distaste with his cousin's special meal.

“Don't
worry, it's not for everyone. You handled it well, by the way.
Honestly, after I saw you weren't interested, I just wanted to see
how you were going to get out of it. Dessert tactic, I'm impressed.”

She
pushed against his arm and didn't manage to move him in the
slightest. “Seriously, I can't even push you, you're freaking
huge.” She saw his face change, an expression that almost
looked as if she'd hurt his feelings again. Morgan was wrong, the
man knew for certain that she enjoyed his size, and the look was for
something else entirely.

“
You
have no idea what you do to a man, do you? What you do to me?”
He watched her smile, and shake her head back and forth while she
continued to press into his flesh through his thick jeans. “I
believe we have a score to settle.” He looked down at her hand
that found its way back to his leg, just as it was in the restaurant.

She
dug in harder with her fingers. “I believe we do.”

Chapter
Ten

Fane
pulled away from the small pizza shop, and passed his street once
again. He pulled onto a small road, obviously not traveled as much
as the main streets. They drove for another ten minutes, then he
turned onto a field that had small tire tracks already worn into the
grass. He followed the tracks until they brought them to a wooden
fence, and he stopped behind the barrier and turned the car off.

“Unbutton
my pants.” The tone that drove Morgan wild was back in his
voice, and the look that made her want to lick the mans face, had
returned as well. Morgan's hand slowly moved up, and to his waist,
then popped the button loose. Then she started to unzip his jeans,
and he stopped her. “I didn't tell you to do that yet.”
Morgan looked up and smiled, showing him that he didn't have much
control in the front seat of his small car. “Take your jacket
off... and your sweater.” She shook her head, and told him
that it was too cold to be half naked.

“I'm
sure I can take care of you with my sweater and jacket on.”
She reached for his zipper again, and he grabbed her wrist tightly.
When he let go, he gripped the front of her jacket and pulled it off
of her in a matter of seconds.

“Take
it off, or I'll do it for you.” His eyes lowered to her
sweater, then back up to her face. Morgan watched his hands, not
knowing if she would be willing to freeze in a dark Romanian field.
He reached up and grabbed the entire front of the fabric, and began
to pull.

“Alright!”
Her breathing had changed, and the slow simmer that began in the
restaurant had been reheated, and she longed for his next command.
Morgan pulled the sweater off, then put her fingers at the claps of
her bra. She waited for him to nod, and she unhooked the soft satin
and pulled it away from her breasts, then down her arms.

“Now,
the zipper.” He leaned back and gave her more room, as
Morgan's small hands pulled the zipper down to the soft denim jeans.
He watched her breasts rise and fall after she sat up again, and his
eyes moved along her upper body easily... slowly. He finally raised
from his seat several inches. “Pull them off.” Morgan
reached across the seats again, and began to pull the jeans from his
thick legs, all the while, her body tried to prepare for the torture
that he would put it through.

She
wanted to tell him that she was getting too cold. She was tempted to
tell him that they could take the party to his house and have even
more fun. She willed the words to leave her lips, but the growing
passion that had taken its hold of her wouldn't let her say anything
that would stop the man from doing anything that he wanted to do.

“Now,
put your hand on me.” She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth
as she looked at his black briefs that had stretched over his large
hard cock underneath. Morgan reached out and started to put her hand
under the material, but he shook his head. “No.” She
looked back down, and brought her hand to the outside of his shorts.

Her
hand ran the length of him, squeezing his size between her fingers
and thumb. She moved slowly at first, enjoying the sound of his deep
intake of breath each time her hand reached the head, but she began
to move faster, and his breathing changed as well.

“Slow
down.” She did, and felt a small amount of hot liquid melt
through the cotton, which she ran her thumb over slowly. He moaned
into the night air, and she moved her thumb faster and tightened her
grip around him. “Slow.” His demand felt strained, and
oh so close. She smiled, and squeezed him again, but slowed her
thumb just enough to give him what he wanted. “Take it off.”
He raised up again, and she happily pulled his briefs from his body,
and placed them beside her on the seat. “Touch me... slowly.”
She looked down at the large cock that jerked when her eyes landed
on him, and her hand once again covered him.

His
skin felt like silk over metal, and she sighed quietly at how
incredible he felt in her hand, and how responsive the beautiful body
part was to her every touch. “You feel that?” Morgan
nodded, and kept moving her hand slowly from the bottom of his large
shaft, to the engorged head. “That's what your whole body
feels like when I touch you. It's fucking amazing.” She
opened her fingers and held him with every bit of her hand that could
find flesh, and tightened slowly again. His cock responded to her
touch, each time she moved or tightened her grip. “What's it
like? Knowing that my pleasure is literally in your hands?”

Morgan
looked up as she continued feeling his response, and then she leaned
her head against his chest. “It's incredible. I never
really.... thought about... the power that one has.” Morgan
had always known, of course, that she was more than capable of giving
a man pleasure, but to actually take a moment as intimate as that,
and to know how much she controlled his every sensation, was amazing.

“I
want to come, Morgan. Give me that gift.” He spoke softly
into her hair, and kept his face there as he put his large hand on
her back. Morgan tightened her grip again, and her body tightened as
well. She needed to watch what she did to him, to see his release
that only she could bring him right then.

She
moved slowly at first, feeling each slight movement of his massive
cock, then she moved faster, just enough to feel his hand grip the
soft flesh of her back. She pressed her head firmly against his
chest, pushing against him to use her hands more freely, and gripped
his base tightly. He moaned against her hair, and she stroked him
faster. She watched her hand glide quickly over his soft flesh, and
stopped briefly when she heard the Romanian growl that she loved so
much. He was close, and her hand went back to the speed it was
before the growl, and his fingers nearly closed against the cool skin
of her back. The slight pain she felt with his fingers digging into
her flesh was intoxicating, and the whimper that came from her took
the man over the edge completely.

He
turned slightly and pressed his cheek against the top of her head,
and moaned loudly as hot liquid covered her hand. His entire body
was hard, and Morgan felt his rigid release from every part of the
large man.

“Fuck!”
His pleasure continued as she squeezed his large head between her
fingers, and he finally pulled her hand away from his overly
sensitive skin.

“You'll
take care of me... back at the house.” Morgan kissed the man
hard, and he pulled her onto his lap, loving the feel of the woman
against him.

*****

The
following morning, Thursday, Morgan found herself alone again, but
there was no note. She didn't need one, it had been the same routine
every morning. She'd wanted to go with him that morning and had even
told him so, but he hadn't wanted to wake her. “Butthead,”
she told the empty room as she smiled and climbed out of bed.