Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (34 page)

The
moment his mouth closed over her hot swollen center, Morgan's body
reacted, and his finger met with her slick pink opening as he pushed
gently inside of her. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck
and shoulders when he pushed another finger into her willing core,
and her moans of pleasure made his own body grow harder as her sweet
sounds grew louder and closer together. She was so close, and her
body pushed hard against his mouth as she moved with his tongue and
welcomed the avalanche of passion to spill over. He held his fingers
deep inside of her, loving the feel of her body squeezing against
him, and wishing it wasn't his hand that was feeling what she
offered.

When
the pulses of release had almost subsided, he withdrew his fingers
and raised up, covering her body with his. Morgan stared into his
eyes as she wrapped her fingers around him, and led his cock to her
wet opening. His face tensed and his eyes closed as he slid all the
way to the hilt, then held still as he tried to calm his own needs.

Morgan
knew he was holding back, and she knew why, but she wanted him to
find the same pleasure that she had just felt. She pulled her knees
up and put her long legs over his shoulders, watching the intensity
in his eyes as he readjusted to her move. He lifted his body, almost
to an upright position, and grabbed the back of her knees as he
started to move again. He went in so deep, and he tried to watch her
face as he filled her body with each thrust. She closed her eyes and
pushed her body up to meet his, causing all resolve to melt within
the man.

He
pushed inside of her again, harder than before, letting the full
sensation of her tight body take over his senses. His hips moved
forward and every muscle in his body tightened as he enjoyed the
sensation that their bodies gave one another. She urged him on,
pulling against his shoulders with each thrust, until each plunge
inside of her came quicker, and much deeper. He held his breath and
pushed all the way into her hot body, then let out a moan from deep
within his chest that she could almost feel through his skin. His
release followed, and he lowered her legs, burying his face in her
neck as he rode the jolting eruption of his sweet surrender.

A
very timid voice sounded from the other side of the door, just as
they were both trying to catch their breath. “Dinner's ready,
by the way.” Will spoke the words quickly before they heard
his feet shuffle back down the hall.

“Dinner's
ready, by the way,” he whispered in her ear before pulling
himself out of her and Morgan giggled at his words.

“Let's
go eat then, I'm actually hungry!” she replied. It had been
nearly three days since she had a proper meal, but the wonderful
scent of the roast was luring her in. She rolled her body toward the
edge of the bed and sat up, then stood and gathered her clothing from
the bed and floor. “I'll be out in just a minute, go ahead,”
she told him as she slid her panties up her legs.

When
she was dressed again, she went downstairs and indeed, dinner was
finished. Lucas had started a roast that morning and by the time they
were done with their sightseeing and other fun, the meat was tender
and the vegetables were soft.

It
was also the first time in nearly three days that Morgan had eaten
anywhere but the bedroom. It felt nice to be
allowed
to move
around. Not that she had been kept a prisoner in the bedroom, but
Lucas would have been quick to throw her over his shoulder and carry
her right back into the bedroom. Perhaps she was a prisoner to his
kindness, but a very willing one.

Morgan
sat down at the little table and was surprised when the little old
man sat down at the table as well. She couldn't remember a time where
any of the butlers, Burke, Luigi, nor even Angel, with the exception
of eating pizza once with them, had ever sat down for a full meal
with them. A smile even crossed her lips as she thought of Alrik and
his employees.
Like that would ever happen.

It
was nice to see that Lucas didn't care about that, but she also
became very confused as to what category to put him in. He was a fun
guy and she could see him being the kind to enjoy beer and pizza for
breakfast, but he was also a Finlay type. One who enjoyed wearing
suits and could also indulge in the finer things in life.
One and
a half? Maybe they just don't all fit into a category.

“Here
ya go, mate,” Lucas said as he set down a plate in front of
Will. Morgan already had her plate and was buttering her bread before
Lucas finally sat down at the table. Morgan knew there had to be more
to the story of Will...he didn't quite seem like a butler. Sure, he
had insisted on grabbing her bags and she had seen him doing small
cleaning jobs throughout her visit, but he obviously didn't cook, nor
serve. Lucas had been the one cooking everything since she had
arrived, and the one who brought everything to the house. He drove
himself everywhere and did the better part of the cleaning. She
didn't know how to ask without prying, but she'd wait until the older
man was out of the room to ask.

After
dinner, she had her chance when Will excused himself from the table.
“How long has Will worked for you?”

“Well,
he used to be one of my bus drivers,” Lucas began explaining,
but paused to take a drink. “He was a driver for twenty-six
years, only seven of those years with my company though. But,”
Lucas leaned in closer to Morgan and lowered his voice, “he's
lost some of his eyesight and hearing, so, you know...”

Morgan
nodded, understanding what had happened. He couldn't keep the man as
a driver, but he still wanted to give the man a chance. Lucas was
even sweeter than she had given him credit for. She found out the
rest of the story after that. Lucas had found out that the man had no
family and Will had told him that he wasn't ready to quit working, so
Lucas offered him a job in his home. Of course, the work was minimal,
and really, he was just giving the man a home and the company of a
friend.

“I
don't know what I'd do without him, to be honest. He keeps me sane
when things get busy.” Morgan smiled and stood, grabbing Lucas'
plate with her own and took them to the sink.

“That's
really nice, Lucas. You're a good man. Not many people would do
something like that,” she told him as she put the plates into
the dishwasher. She thought of Burke, who was getting up there in
age. Would Finlay fire him when he got too old to do much around the
house? She hoped not.

They
talked for another few hours, sitting at that little table until both
tall candles had melted into crimson puddles. Morgan suggested that
they go to bed before it was too late, because her plan for the last
day consisted of going back out into town and exploring. She still
had a lot she wanted to see and she had a lot of fun with Lucas
earlier that day when they went out.

Lucas
agreed on the early bed time and the two raced each other like
children to the bedroom. It was several hours before either of them
fell asleep though because an
innocent
move from Morgan turned
into round two of their celebration.

Chapter
Nine

The
next morning, Morgan awoke first and in a not-so-pleasant way. She
supposed there were worse ways to wake up than having a big, wet,
pink tongue licking her face, and there are worse things she could
see than the furry face of a sheepdog.

“You
have to go potty?” Morgan whispered to the dog and reached out
to pet his large head. The dog jumped back, looked at the door, back
to her, then at the door again. Morgan sneaked a peek at Lucas, who
was still asleep and snoring loudly. “Okay, okay, let's go
outside,” she whispered again and sat up slowly in the bed as
to not wake her client.

By
the time she got on a pair of jeans, a sweater, her boots and her
jacket, the dog had gone into turbo-drive. He was jumping up on the
back door, then back to Morgan, then spinning in circles. She looked
around the room and found what she was looking for, Max's leash, on a
small knob near the closet.

He
sat still long enough for her to clasp the leash on his collar, then
he pulled her across the room to the back door again. When she opened
the door, Max took a few steps out of the door and lifted his leg on
one of the white pillars on the back patio. Morgan rolled her eyes at
his indecency, but then she giggled and rewarded him with an ear
scratch. It was still early morning, so the air was even colder than
the day before and she hadn't put on her gloves, so she didn't want
to be outside too long. She walked around the yard for five minutes,
but he still hadn't gone. “Go poo, Max. C'mon boy.” Five
more minutes passed, and just as Morgan was about to go back inside,
the dog found a place to go, or so she thought.

He
picked up something off of the ground, a stick perhaps, and took off
running. The move was so sudden and he was too strong. Morgan let go
of the leash. After a second of registering what had happened, she
chased after him, calling his name over and over. She saw him get
further and further ahead of her as she ran behind him. He turned the
corner and ran along the side of the house, but by the time she got
to the front, he was out of sight.

“Oh
shit...no...no...no!” Morgan doubled over, trying to catch her
breath in the harsh cold air. “MAX!” she yelled again
before taking off running for a second time. She ran down the long
driveway and when she got to the end, all she saw were a few fancy
homes and lots and lots of land. “Shit! MAX!” Morgan
looked left and right, trying to pick a side. “Dammit!”
She decided to go left and ran nearly a blocks worth of land to the
first house and called his name. Nothing. She ran to the next house
and did the same thing. Nothing. She continued in the same way for
over an hour. By then, her hands were so cold, they were turning
purple and she had broken into near hysterics. She could barely
breathe and if her cheeks hadn't been numb, she would have felt the
tears streaming down them. She tucked her hands deep into her pockets
and for another half an hour, she continued going up and down the
long street, calling out for the dog. When she could no longer take
the cold, she ran back to the house. She was dreading giving Lucas
the bad news, and as she ran, the tears continued to flow.

When
she got into the house, she nearly ran head on to Will. “Oh,
Will! I lost him! He's gone! I looked and looked and looked! He's
gone!” Morgan cried out, wiping the tears off her face.

“Easy
girl, what happened?” Will's soft voice responded and he put
his frail hand on her shoulder to calm her.

“Max!
He ran away. I....I can't find...he's gone!” She buried her
face in her hands to hide the shame. When she heard Lucas' laughter
from the hallway, she lifted her head to meet his gaze. He didn't say
a word, he only grabbed his coat and a pair of gloves for Morgan,
then put on his boots and told her to follow him.

Morgan
did as she was told and followed him outside, then climbed into his
car. They drove down the long driveway, then turned to the right.
Three houses down, Lucas slowly pulled to a stop. “He's here,”
he finally spoke with a smile.

Morgan
was confused, how did he know? She found out when they got out of the
car and walked hand-in-hand to the back of the large home. The back
yard was enclosed with a tall wooden fence, so Morgan still wasn't
sure what was going on. “Max!” Lucas called out. In less
than ten seconds, the dog appeared from underneath the fence, and
that's when Morgan noticed an obvious hole that had been dug out.

She
let out a sigh of relief, a bigger relief than she could ever
remember and held her hand over her heart.

“Oh,
Max! You are in big trouble, Mister!” They both laughed and
Lucas bent down to grab the dogs leash. When they were in the car,
Lucas explained that they had a Great Dane that Max loved to play
with. She shook her head in disbelief. “He nearly gave me a
heart attack!” They loaded the muddy dog in the back of the
car, and took him home.

Will
was already running a bath for the naughty dog before they returned,
and Morgan laughed when she heard the commotion in the bathroom from
both of the men. Lucas had kept the dog's leash on him and she could
see why when her client got close to the running water in the
bathroom. All four feet went forward, and he pulled his body back at
an attempt to run from his impending bath. Even after Lucas let out
a few 'bloody hell's,' the dog still wouldn't budge. Morgan wondered
how often Max ran to his friend's house, therefore, how often this
scene played out that she got to witness.