Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (112 page)

“So,
girlfriend, huh?”

“Aye,
aboot that....your muffins, they're good?” Morgan giggled at
his diversion, then nodded.

“You
make the best muffins in the world, Mr. Campbell.” She gave him
a quick peck to his lips, then twirled out of his arms and walked
back to the table to finish the delicious muffin she'd spoken of. She
wouldn't take Fin's 'girlfriend' comments for anything more than what
it was, a way to piss Erika off. Of course she wasn't Fin's
girlfriend, but hearing him speak the words with so much sincerity,
he even had Morgan believing it for a moment. She shook her head and
smiled as her thoughts of relationships slowly faded away.
Maybe
one day, you'll mean it.

*****

Finlay
and Burke sat with Morgan for the better part of the morning, then
Burke excused himself to take care of some things around the house.
Finlay followed suit, telling Morgan that he had a few calls to make
in his office, then promised to spend the day with her when he was
done. She was going to protest his offer, knowing that she had shown
up without warning, but he was a big boy and could decide for himself
what he wanted to do with his time.

“Yes,
your daddy is a big boy.” Morgan leaned down and wrapped her
arms around the necks of her furry heroes, and talked to them for a
few moments until she was ready to finish her coffee. “Okay,
go play.” The werewolves left the kitchen and went to the
laundry room to find Burke. Morgan sat up and finished her drink,
then stretched her arms above her head as far as she could before
standing.

“Do
that again, love.” Her Scot had just walked back into the room
before she could even stand. Morgan laughed as she reached her arms
up again and held them in the air. Finlay wasted no time in walking
to her side.

“I
thought you had calls to make?” She smiled up at him as she
dropped her hands back to her lap. He told her that he made one call
to his secretary, and she would take care of everything else. “So...
you're free to....”

“Aye.”
Finlay picked her up from the chair with a force that nearly took
her breath away, and his long legs carried them through the main
floor, and up the stairs within seconds. “Do ye want a
shower?” He spoke into her hair as he took her into the master
bath. She didn't have time to answer before he placed her on her
feet, and turned the shower on. She smiled up at him as the room
filled with steam, and pulled her tee shirt over her head.

“Yes,
I do want a shower.” Then she grabbed the waist of her sweats,
and pulled them down her legs slowly. “Your turn.”
Morgan nodded in his direction, noting the grey tee and black sweats
that he was still wearing.

“Nae
love, I plan te watch.” He took a few steps back until he
stood in front of a white cushioned bench against the wall, then sat
down with his long legs spread far apart. Morgan brought her brows
together, and shook her head.

“Watch?
That's not like you.” She smiled and watched him as he leaned
back against the wall. His face held the same passion that she had
grown used to seeing in him, but he wouldn't budge.

“I've
dreamed of ye, wished I could see ye... like this.” He waived
his arm in front of him, running the length of her body. “Just
let me look at ye, aye?” He motioned toward the shower with
his head, and Morgan smiled and nodded. It was one of the sweetest
things she'd ever heard, and it was also one of the most erotic.

She
stepped into the tub, but left the shower door open as she stood with
her back to the hot streaming water. Her head fell back and her
spirals flattened as she ran her hands through her hair, soaking
herself completely. Morgan wanted to look at Finlay, to see him
watch her, but the excitement of knowing that he watched every move
she made was enough.

The
first thing she did was wash her hair, and as the suds slid down her
body when she rinsed the shampoo, she heard Finlay shift in the bench
and the furniture hit the wall with a light thud. The sound brought
her even more excitement, and she bent over slowly to pick up a
bottle of vanilla body wash. It was at that very second that she
realized the man had bought it just for her, since that was what she
typically used, and it made her heart skip a beat at knowing he had
to have bought it weeks before that day.

Morgan
held her smile at bay as she poured the liquid into her hand, and
brought it to her arms while stepping away from the shower head. The
thick lather quickly covered her upper body as she slowly rubbed it
into her soft skin. Her hands nearly wrapped her own waist as she
washed herself for the man across the room, and her fingers slowly
slid to her breasts. Once again, she heard the thud against the wall
as the large man shifted again on the bench. Morgan slowly washed
her breasts, taking extra care of her hardening nipples, then dropped
one hand to pick up the bottle of liquid.

She
poured more of the strongly scented soap into her hand, then skimmed
her palm against her thigh, and up to her center where she circled
her hand slowly. When her fingers dipped between her pink lips,
Finlay stood from the bench and took two long strides to the side of
the tub. She turned to look at him, her hand still between her legs,
then leaned forward to press her lips against his.

“Ye
drive me fookin' crazy.” He grabbed her head and met her
halfway, crashing down on her delicate mouth with a crazed need that
exploded between them. The man pushed her back under the water and
rinsed the bubbles from her body as he watched her skin appear under
the steaming pelting water.

He
didn't bother with the shower, nor anything else, as he put his large
hands around her waist and lifted her from the tub. His kiss came
again, with as much passion as the first, and he took them to the
floor. She didn't see him remove his clothes as his mouth only left
hers for a mere few seconds, but suddenly his warm naked body was on
top of hers, and his hands were under her back as he pulled her
against him.

Morgan's
fingers were lost in his thick dark hair, as lost as her ability to
think about anything other than the man who had absolute control over
her body right then. She whimpered into his hot mouth as he raised
slightly, knowing that she was going to feel the large man inside of
her. He reached between them and pushed one of her legs, and she
opened them as his hand wrapped around himself.

Finlay
wanted to go slow, to enjoy the woman that he couldn't stop thinking
about, to give her pleasure like he had often times fantasized about
bringing her, but he couldn't stop himself as he slid inside of her
warm body. He moaned loudly at the feel of her tightening around
him, and the sensation of her legs rising to his waist and wrapping
around his middle. “I've missed ye.” His voice sounded
strained, and more sexy than she could ever remember. The very sound
of his voice, and the desperation in his tone, brought a flood of wet
heat to her core that he felt as he pushed deep inside of her.

Morgan's
entire body reacted to his movements, and her back arched against him
as she pulled him in with her arms and legs. It seemed like years
since she'd felt that kind of closeness with the man, and she too
wanted the moment to last as long as possible. “I've missed
you too, Fin.” Her words were muffled as her face was tucked
into his neck in an attempt to get as close as she could to her Scot.

He
moved faster, his body thanking him for bringing the woman it wanted,
and his release was only moments away. “Fook.. I'm sorry..,”
Finlay pushed far inside of her several more times, and a deep loud
moan came from his large chest when he buried himself as far as he
could inside of her small body. Her core exploded with want, with
need, with everything it took to feel more of his release against her
tight walls. She tightened her fingers into fists and pulled his
hair as she brought their bodies even closer, sighing loudly as she
felt the very last of his seed inside of her.

*****

“Angel,
I really don't think he's going to make me waffles,” Morgan
laid back on the bed in her Belgium hotel room. It wasn't the typical
set up she was used to, but it was warm and that's all that had
mattered to her when she'd landed. Finding warmth...and food,
although the food part was still on hold. The room was quite
comfortable, but much smaller than previous accommodations.

Morgan
had spent less than three days with Finlay before he'd been called to
work by none other than Sean. Apparently, the studly Irishman was
having issues in London and needed the expert opinion of his wise
Scotsman pal. She was used to it though, in all honesty, she'd never
even expected that she'd get to spend the whole week with Fin,
especially when she'd invited herself. She decided though, the next
time she visited, whether she was welcome any time or not, she would
make plans with the man. Then again, she'd done that and it was still
the same story, but she couldn't blame him either way. It didn't even
upset her anymore.

Finlay
had thought to offer her his home for the week, but considering how
well that had worked out for him before, he just told her that he'd
be back on Friday and if she was still around, he wanted to see her.
Unfortunately, Friday was too late because Morgan would be off to her
next client, but she had remained in the home with Burke for another
night before getting a hotel out in town.

Even
though she only got to spend two nights with Fin, they were some of
the best nights she had ever spent with the man. The sex was a plus,
a big plus,
but he'd actually opened up to her more than he
ever had. They'd talked about Erika for a while, Morgan got to hear
first hand accounts of how awful the woman really was, as if what she
knew already wasn't enough to form an opinion.

Most
of all, the bitch had been vile to Burke of all people. A few of the
example's Finlay had given Morgan actually brought tears to the young
woman's eyes, as she wondered who could be so mean to someone so
kind. Erika seemed to have hated everything Burke did.

But,
good things were discussed too, not involving the witch. The two had
their chance to discuss the whole jealousy issue, which had turned
into a fit of laughter when Finlay brought up Morgan's angry Scottish
accent that she'd used against him on the phone. At the time of her
doing it, it had pissed him off, but when they talked about it
together, Finlay was in near tears as Morgan pretended to yell at him
with her awful accent again.

The
end result though, they both had gotten a good laugh out of it all.
Angel's phone call, the jealousy, on both parts-Finlay with Tanner
and she with Erika-down to the look on the Erika's face when she
realized she'd lost her job.

He'd
told her about other things that had been going on with him and she
caught him up to date with Angel and she'd even taken the risk at
telling him she'd spent the previous week with Tanner as well. If she
expected honesty, she couldn't keep things from him, but to her
surprise, he actually said Tanner was a good man and he could be no
more upset about her seeing him than he was with Sean. Which didn't
say much because he'd shown up at Sean's in the middle of the pouring
rain, at night, to get her away from him, but it was a better
reaction than she'd imagined.

“What
did you say, Boo Boo? GiGi was crying about something.” Angel
brought her back to reality, even though he'd obviously been lost in
his own world and missed her last words.

“I
said I don't think he's really going to make me Belgian waffles...”
After spending her week in Scotland, mostly alone, she'd actually
decided to book an earlier flight to Belgium so she could get some
rest before meeting Jordy. She'd only been in town for an hour when
Angel called.

“I'm
sorry, Stick.. Princess G needs a shirt... the muthafuckin' shirt
that I laid across her Majesty's bed two hours ago. I'll call ya
after I get him out the door.” Morgan heard the click, then
took a deep breath and smiled before putting her phone down.

She
couldn't wait to talk more with her Angel, but for right then, all
she wanted was food.

Chapter
Five

Morgan
pulled her coat together as she walked through an open market, one
that had everything from fresh seafood to full wine displays. She
walked slowly, smiling at the men and women who offered their wares
on the beautiful narrow street. Her attention was finally won over
by the aroma of coffee, and she followed the scent to a corner bakery
that just put warm croissants on display.