Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (53 page)

After her jeans were in her bag
and she was making her way back to the bathroom, she realized her
phone was flashing a green light, indicating she had text messages.
Morgan closed the bathroom door behind her, “let's see who
wrote today...” When she opened the message, she couldn't help
the tears that quickly burned her eyes.

Chapter Seven

I know you said we can't say
it, but this is a text. There's a storm rolling in this weekend,, so
I'm leaving tomorrow instead of Monday to try and beat it. I wanted
to say I love you before I go. So there. I love you, Morgan.

She sat on the edge of
the tub and read Tanner's message for the tenth time.
Tomorrow?
But that's...today.
Another set of tears fell to her bare knees
as she pulled the phone close to her chest..
Tanner, why'd you
have to say it?
He was gone already and would be gone for the
next month. She couldn't even say it back, or say goodbye, or even
scold him for being stubborn. “Just be safe, Tanner.”
I
love you, too.
Morgan sighed and set the phone on the sink, then
climbed into the tub for a hot shower. One that she spent the whole
time thinking about her sexy friend from Australia.

She didn't know if she
shouldn't have looked at her phone at all, or if she should have
looked at it sooner.
Either way, this sucks.
It was a new
distraction from her client, and what she did know was that she'd
have to clear her mind. As she got ready, the girl tried to think of
other things, but as soon as she'd get Tanner out of her mind, she
would think about every possible scenario that could go wrong in
Sweden. What if they
did
run into Alrik? Of course, chances
were probably slim of that happening, but in Morgan Land, it was a
disaster waiting to happen.
Would Vlad be mad? Would Alrik? Will
they fight? Russian's fight...this isn't good. Why do I even speak?
Why can't I just...

“I'll be
downstairs, getting some things together for the trip,” Vlad's
deep voice came through the door, making Morgan jump.

“Okay, I'll be down in a
minute!” she called back.
I won't get worked up about this.
She took a deep breath, shoved her makeup into the bag and
carried it with her out of the bathroom. Her other bags were already
gone, so she carried her makeup down the stairs with her to meet her
client.

“You're lovely, Morgan.
But... perhaps a skirt would be more...comfortable..for our trip.”
He held her around the waist and looked into her eyes like a hungry,
Russian gypsy who wants to have fun in the limo.
Morgan gave
him a quick knowing look, then nodded.

“I'll be right back.”

*****

The first eight hours of their
drive had been fun for both of them. They slept for at least three
hours, cuddled together in a heap of blankets that Morgan insisted on
bringing. The rest of the time was spent talking about everything,
one of Morgan's favorite things to do with a client, when he was
willing to open up. Vlad was more than willing, and she enjoyed
stories about his gigs with the band and how Ivan usually ended up
with a girl who never spoke Russian. Morgan thought about how
strange that would be, hooking up with a man that she could barely
communicate with, but then it sounded almost erotic.

Vlad was also kind enough to
have the driver stop a few times so that Morgan could get photos of
the landscape. It was breathtaking, and she loved the vast open land
covered in a stark white blanket of snow. She told Vlad that she
would love to sled ride down several of the hills, but they certainly
didn't have time for that kind of outdoor fun right then.

“So, why did you want me
in a skirt for the ride?” Morgan was already smashed against
the man, and she wrapped her arm around his waist as she cuddled in
even more. Vlad laughed and shook his head.

“I can't just tell you,
Morgan. That isn't spontaneous. In fact, I'm not going to do it
now.” He sat up straighter and continued laughing.

“Do what?” She
tickled his side until he finally answered her.

“Nothing. I don't want
to. The mood is...,” his laughter continued while she kept
digging her fingers into his side, “over.” That wasn't a
good enough answer for her, so she stopped tickling and scooted
backwards against the other door, leaving the blankets to Vlad.

“That's fine.”
Morgan's back was against the door, and her eyes shot to the front of
the limo to make sure the darkened partition was between them and the
driver. “I'll just have to take care of my own needs, now
won't I?” She pulled her knees up and slowly spread her legs.

“You wouldn't.”
Vlad turned in his seat as well, his back against the door, and
stared at Morgan.

Morgan's only answer was to sit
up slightly and pull her pink panties off and throw them in his lap.
“Wouldn't I?” Then she spread her legs further, and ran
her hands along the inside of her bare thighs. “But, if you
could speak Russian...only Russian, I would....really...really...
like it.”

Vlad nodded slowly, never
taking his eyes from her hands that were almost at her sweet center.
“Вы такая красивая.”

“Hmmm... that sounded
nice. What do you want me to do, Vlad?” His eyes never moved
from where they were.

“Коснитесь
самостоятельно,
Морган.” He moved his head
up slightly, telling her that they were words of encouragement, and
she had a pretty good idea of what he had said.

“Like this?” One
hand remained on her inner thigh as the other slowly moved to her
pink center. “Is this what you want?” With one finger,
she ran them between her folds and up to her swelling bud. She
moaned at her own touch, and moved her finger down again, then stared
into his eyes as she pushed inside of herself.

“с.половой
акт. Продолжить.”
Vlad's growing excitement couldn't be hid, not that he cared if it
did, and Morgan's eyes dropped to the large distraction.

“Let me see you.”
She nodded toward his center, and Vlad quickly opened his pants
enough to free himself for her. His cock was thick, and absolutely
beautiful. Those were the words that she wanted to use, but her
body's demands took over.

Morgan moved her hand up from
her thigh and let one finger cover her most sensitive area, and
continued moving her other finger slowly inside of her sleek center.
Vlad watched her head go back as her fingers moved in a way that
taught him more about the woman than he could imagine. He saw how
she liked to be touched, and he was willing to relive her of doing it
herself.

Vlad moved forward, leaning
down in front of her, “Мне необходимо
прикосновением
вы.” He put his hand on her knee and moved it down
her thigh. Morgan was already close, and she intended to finish for
him.

“No. Tell me to come,
Vlad. Tell me you want to watch.” His deep intake of breath
told her that he was more than enjoying the show.

“Я хочу
посмотреть.”
Morgan moaned at his words, she loved hearing him talk to her, and
the meaning behind the words were perfectly clear.

“Lean back.” She
held her finger inside of her until he was comfortably back against
the door. Her head went back against the window as she pushed her
ass forward to give him a better view. She brought her finger out
long enough to moisten her clit, then pushed inside again. Over and
over, Vlad watched her thrust inside of her wet core, as her other
finger circled her swollen pink area. He was nearly mad when she
squeezed her legs closed tightly and moaned as the waves of release
crashed over her. His cock jerked as he watched her, and his fingers
wrapped around his large cock. Vlad quickly released his desires
right after Morgan opened her eyes, and she watched as his hand moved
fast, up and down his enormous shaft. His seed was released in a
gush of moans that made Morgan move to his side. She put her hand at
his base and helped him release the last of his orgasm, one that
proved one of the best the she had ever seen.

*****

“So, what do you want to
do now?” Morgan rolled to her side and ran her finger down the
center of the Russian mans chest. Her breathing was still heavy, but
she tried to control it as she spoke. The second they'd shut the
hotel door behind them, the first thing they did was make it to the
bed where they took care of each other instead of just watching.

“I'm staving,” Vlad
responded, his breathing still haggard as well. Both of them laughed
and decided it would probably be a good idea if they ate something
since they hadn't since that morning. It was already past midnight,
but thankfully, twenty-four hour room service was available.

“Do you think they have
pizza?” Morgan sat up, pulling the sheet up to her chin. Not to
hide her body, but because the sweat on her body was beginning to
make her cold. Vlad noticed and went over to her largest bad and
found her robe, then walked backed over to her and helped her put it
on for the second time that day.

“I'm sure we can make
that happen,” he assured her. After calling down to the front
desk, they informed him that did not in fact have pizza, but with a
little Finlay type of persuasion, he
made it happen.
It was a
half an hour later before their special meal arrived, and the
chocolate cake that came with it was just a bonus. Once both the
pizza and the dessert were devoured, they got a quick shower
together-although they skipped round three and just took their time
washing each other-and they fell asleep before Vlad could even find a
decent show on television.

After a well rested night, the
following morning the two of them awoke to loud knocking on the door.
Morgan giggled, stretching her arms above her head, at Vlad's Russian
words. Whatever he was saying definitely didn't have the same meaning
as what he was speaking to her in the car. He continued mumbling all
the way to the door, but the only word Morgan caught in all of it was
“Ivan”. She laughed again when he opened the door and saw
just the very man.

She hid herself behind the wall
to hear, but eavesdropping in on another language proved to be nearly
impossible. Of course, when Vlad returned, he would have been more
than happy to tell her.

“The men are here now.
We've got to go set some things up for tonight. You can come with me
or if you want to get a shower and I will be back for lunch?”
Morgan thought about it for a moment and decided she didn't want to
hold him up by getting ready, so she told him to go ahead on with the
guys.

“Are you sure? This is
why I didn't want to bring you to these. It could be very boring for
you...I can cancel and we could...”

“No, no...don't cancel!
This is so much fun, are you kidding me? I've never really traveled
anywhere
with
a client!”
Except Finlay taking me back
to Scotland. That doesn't count.
Vlad gave her a soft kiss on her
cheek, then opened the door to tell Ivan he'd be right down and after
five minutes in the bathroom, he was ready. Another kiss to Morgan's
head and he was out the door.

After the girl was out of the
shower and ready for the day, there was still time to kill before the
man was due to return. She grabbed her phone, shoved it into the
pocket of her skinny black jeans that matched her white tank and thin
black jacket, and made her way downstairs to grab a bite to eat.
There weren't any muffins available, but there was a variety of sweet
breads that she piled onto her plate to try.

As she picked at the bread,
Morgan realized she needed to pick her next client, even if she was
going to take the week off. Julianne liked to have the pick ahead of
time, even though Morgan usually forced her to make last minute
reservation. “Sorry, Julianne,” she smiled as she pulled
out her phone to at least look at the database. Just as she'd made it
to the interactive map with the dots, a text came through from her
Angel. It was a picture of the two of them from her birthday party,
making a toast and it was hanging in a large frame on his bedroom
wall.
Gio doesn't like it, I think he's jealous that he doesn't
have a picture of you, but I don't give a fuck. Love you Sticky Buns.

Morgan
ran her finger over the picture on her phone and smiled as she
remembered what their toast had been. “
May
bitches respect you, trouble motherfuckin' neglect you, Angel protect
you, and heaven best accept you."
It was an old toast, that Angel modified, but it was perfectly suited
for the two of them. She knew her Angel would protect her, and of
course, everyone hoped she stayed out of trouble.

Morgan wrote back that
she loved it, and told him now she could watch over him. A little
tear welled in her eye as she thought about how sweet the man was. He
really was the best friend she'd ever had and she knew she needed to
see more of him whenever she could.
When I retire, I'm moving him
in with me!
She smiled again and set her phone back on the table
to search the map again.

After going through a few lists
around the globe, she decided she'd better wait on the decision
making until she knew where she was going for her week of female
misery.
What about Sean? No...not on my weekly thing. Can't see
Finlay. As Angel said, I won't do “that” again. I could
always go back and see Juli...