Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (45 page)

“Mmm...I suppose,”
he winked at her then managed to pull his hand out of her jeans to
open up the heavy door for her.

Despite their joking about
scarfing down their food as quickly as possible and returning to the
home, the two actually enjoyed a long evening together at the place.
True, they had both devoured their steaks in mach speed, but that was
mostly due to the fact of being hungry. Afterward, they remained at
their little table for more than two hours, discussing anything that
came up.

When the waitress asked if
they'd like something to drink, in the adult beverage department, she
found out that Awstin didn't drink. It was understandable,
considering the circumstances, but she also found it quite
refreshing. Even though Morgan enjoyed her wine and the occasional
beer or two, it was nice to take a break.
A week away from Moscato
might clear my mind!

“You want to
dance?” Just as Morgan thought they were going to leave, the
man surprised her by standing and offering his hand to her.

“Lucky you, I happen to
be the dance champion!” Morgan grabbed his hand and they both
laughed all the way to the small dance floor at the other side of the
restaurant.

“If your skills are as
good as your champion snowball throwing, I think I should be
worried!” Morgan gave him a playful push to the chest and he
pulled her toward him, then wrapped one hand around her waist and the
other found her hand. The song that was playing was a slower one, one
that they jumped right into as if they had been there the whole
night. “I have to admit, you're pretty good at this.”

“I love dancing. Singing
though, I'm afraid I can't even joke about. It should be against the
law for me to sing!” Awstin laughed and told her that he'd love
to hear her sing one day, but she lifted her head from his shoulder
long enough to narrow her eyes at him and shake her head back and
forth. When the slow song was over, a faster paced one came on and
she actually got to hear his singing voice. She didn't know what song
was on, and she could barely understand a word of the thick accented
lyrics, but she did know that his voice was beautiful. When he sang,
she thought of Sean and how lovely his voice had sounded as well and
she wondered if it were even possible for anyone with an accent to
sing poorly.
They could probably sing about macaroni and cheese
and it would make my knees weak.
She and the handsome man enjoyed
two more songs together, then when Morgan yawned, he decided they'd
better get back to his place. As they left the place hand in hand,
Morgan looked up into his blue eyes. “I really like you, ya
know.” That was all that was said between them, but the
squeeze to her hand was enough to let her know that he felt the same
way.

When they returned though, it
was a different story. The girl got her second wind, and just as she
expected, the much anticipated round two was even better than the
first. If one were to ask Morgan, she'd likely say that it was mostly
due to the fact Awstin found her magic buttons and he definitely knew
how to press them.

Chapter Nine

The following few days, the
weather decided to show mercy and offered the two three beautiful
days to tour the city. It was still cold, but Awstin had managed to
keep her warm, at least her hands and ass, and even the wind couldn't
take away from the beauty of Cardiff.

Morgan was thrilled to put her
camera to the ultimate use as she took more photos than she could
remember. Each of the little shops, the boats in the wharf and every
interesting restaurant got a picture of their own. When he took her
to tour a castle, that too earned her poor camera at least another
hundred presses of the capture button. What she enjoyed more than
seeing the city was the company of her new friend. Awstin was a lot
of fun and made her laugh more than anyone she'd ever met. She felt
like she'd finally met a match to her sarcastic humor and smart ass
replies because he'd always had one right back for her. It was fun to
pick at each other and it almost always ended up with both of them
naked, working out their pretend argument.

On Wednesday morning, Awstin
got a phone call that two of his largest cranes had broken, so he was
forced to go into the office to make new arrangements. Without the
machines, the new business complex that his company was putting up in
Northern Scotland would have to be delayed and it had already been
postponed once because of a snowstorm the month before.

“I'm sorry, I'll try not
to be long,” Awstin told her with a heavy voice as he poured
Morgan another cup of coffee. When he put it in front of her, he
kissed the top of her head and apologized again. He hated that even
in the one week he had taken off from work, something had to come up.
Something that would probably take up the better part of the day.

“No, no, it's okay!”
Morgan reassured him. “But I do hope it doesn't take too long.”
She stood from her chair to give him a proper kiss, then he left.

Morgan had already taken a long
morning bath, so her options were pretty slim as to what to keep
herself occupied with. That is, until her eyes scanned her luggage,
and her laptop. With only two days left with the man, she figured
now was a good time to search for her next client.

“Okay, let's see what we
have here.” She had curled up on the sofa and was waiting for
the database to load when her salsa tune rang out from her purse on
the floor beside her. She dug it out and say Julianne's name, again,
it was unexpected to hear from her boss again. “Julianne!
Hi!” Her loud chipper voice wasn't met with the same
enthusiasm.

“Child... I don't...oh...
I need help.” Morgan's heart began to race at hearing a very
worried Julianne on the other end.

“What is it? What's
wrong?” Morgan stood, nearly dumping her computer on the floor
in the process.

“I.. oh...I don't know
what to do. It's Felix..he wants to meet me! I don't know, what
should I do? I just.....I don't know.” Morgan sat back down
on the soft cushion, smiling into the phone at hearing Julianne's
fear over reuniting with the man who got away. It was beyond
comforting to know that the heart is forever youthful.

“This is what you do, you
put on a killer dress and heels, take a deep breath, and meet the man
as soon as possible.” It was easy to say, but even Morgan knew
how boy jitters could take over a woman's emotions like nothing else.

“I can't. I mean..I want
to, but I can't. He wants to meet in Scotland..he has business
there. I can't..I can't just pick up and fly to Scotland...I just
don't know..I..WAIT!” Julianne paused and Morgan could almost
hear the woman's brain working. “You're in Wales! You're
close! Go with me, I can't go without you, child. Say you'll go
with me!” Morgan giggled into the phone, she loved the
nervous, giddy, Julianne. She also couldn't resist her, especially
not when it came to love.

“Of course, just tell me
when and I'm there.”
Shit! Felix! We don't know each
other, no! He can't tell her, I need to call him!
Morgan's mind
raced as she tried to maintain a level of calm.

“Oh, that would be
wonderful! Thank you! Thank you! He wants to meet Friday, in
Edinburgh, is that alright?” Morgan slowly nodded as Julianne
finished her question.

“That sounds good. I'll
pick a client, and fly out from Scotland. Oh, and Julianne... I'm
happy for you.” Julianne sighed into the phone, and thanked
Morgan for all that she was doing for her. It wasn't that big of a
deal for the young girl to hop over to Scotland for a few hours, but
it was a very big deal to Julianne.

“Alright, pick a client
and we'll go from there. Thanks again, we'll talk soon.” They
hung up the phone, and Morgan immediately called Felix. Voice mail.
“Felix, it's Morgan. Please get this message! Julianne is
meeting you in Scotland and she asked me to go with her. You don't
know me, you know nothing about me. Please don't give it away, okay?
Thanks, Felix.” She ended the call and held the phone close
to her chest, hoping that the man would get the message before seeing
her again.

She put her focus back on the
screen, and scanned the map until something caught her eye. “Oh,
I never even considered going there!” Russia stared back at
her, and met the challenge head on. Morgan clicked the area and
waited for the available men to show themselves. “Damn!”
Russia was nice, very nice, at least in the men department. The
first man that she clicked on was the one that she decided would be
her next client. She didn't need to keep looking because Vladimir
would do just fine. “Of course your name is Vladimir, it
wouldn't be Bob.” She eyed the man for several moments before
clicking the button, then closed her computer to await the text from
Julianne. She thought of Vlad, and what he would be like. His hair
looked jet black, and was short on the sides and a little longer on
top that he had to the side. He had a goatee, also black, that gave
him an edge that she found rather attractive. He had been sitting in
a restaurant or bar when the picture was taken, and he looked
extremely happy. Or at least, she hoped that he was the happy type.
She could also see a tribal type of tattoo peeking from under his
short sleeve, and she smiled at the thought of how far that tat went
across his arm or chest. But that thought was removed quickly,
because Awstin was more than enough to fill her mind with at the
time.

Julianne's text arrived within
minutes, way too soon for her boss to have made the flight
arrangements. Morgan opened the text and laughed at the sneaky
woman.
Russia it is. I'll have your flight information when I
see you in Scotland. Julianne
. “So, you're holding my
information for ransom, huh?” It was a good move, but Morgan
would never back out, but she understood though that the woman was
just a bundle of nerves and would do everything she could to make
sure Morgan was there for support.

The next few hours were spent
watching movies, the last two in the pile that Awstin had picked up
for them. Neither of them were very good, but it passed the time
until he showed up later that evening.

She heard the car door and ran
to meet him on the porch. He was just walking up the front steps
when she opened the door and took a step outside. “Ah, it's
nice to come home to such a beautiful woman.” His words made
her blush and she took his gloved hand as they walked back into the
house. “Have ye eaten?” She said that she had, and he
smiled. “So have I.” She laughed at his weird
conversation, then realized when he removed his coat that he had much
more than food on his mind. “You're staring again, love.”
She nodded, but kept her gaze on his mid section, a very pronounced
mid section.

She put her hands at his hips
and walked backwards, pulling him closer to the fire, then moved her
hands to the button of his jeans. With little effort, she had them
opened and had already started pulling them down his legs. “Welcome
home.” She looked up and smiled as she dropped to the floor in
front of him.

He maneuvered out of coat and
gloves quickly, and threw everything behind him, including his
sweater. Morgan looked up at the chiseled stomach that was tightened
with her touch, and she pulled his briefs down as she nudges her
cheek against his hard cock. “Ye don't have to..”

“Shhh.” Morgan
pushed his legs to tell him to step out of his pants, and he did so
with her help. Her gorgeous man was naked, and hers to do what she
wished. What she wished, was what she made happen, his swollen head
to be against her lips. Her tongue slid across the top and brought a
deep intake of breath from the towering man. Then, just as he had
done with her several times, she quickly took him into her mouth and
sucked gently as her hand moved along his length.

He had hoped for that very
thing while he made his way back home, but would never have asked her
outright. It was perfect, and felt more amazing than he could have
even imagined. He watched her blonde hair move as she took him into
her mouth and he fought his own body that wanted to push deeper
inside of her warm wet lips. She felt his tension, and knew what he
wanted, and she took him as far as she could and squeezed tightly
around the base of his throbbing shaft.

He took the torment for as long
as he could, and pulled from her mouth and met her on the floor. She
was naked in a few short moments, and his hand found a very wet
center when she leaned back on the blue rug in front of the
fireplace. He laid beside her, facing the beauty as his hand moved
slowly inside of her. Morgan arched her back and he watched her
large breasts rise as she tried to pull him in deeper. His mouth
came down on her pink nipple and Morgan's groan made his cock jerk
against her leg.

“Ye like that?” He
moved his mouth away long enough to ask, and Morgan pushed her breast
back to his mouth in response. She felt the smile on his lips as
they circled her once again, and she said the one thing that she
tried to keep to herself.

“Use your teeth, Awstin.”
His movements stopped for a second, then he raised his lips and
gently moved his teeth over her sensitive skin. She put her hands on
either side of his head as she leaned back further onto the carpet,
and he pushed harder inside of her with his hand as his mouth worked
magic. It had been far too long since she felt that sensation and
her body tensed with a need that she hadn't felt for quite awhile.
“Fuck!” The waves of passion were already too strong to
stop, and she grabbed his wrist and forced him to stay deep inside of
her as her body unleashed a fury of release over his finger and hand.