Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (44 page)

“Please...Awstin..”
Her plea broke down the man's intention of a longer morning, and his
body pushed hard inside of her, as she pulled him in deeper with her
legs. He moved faster, finally giving her the rhythm that she
needed, and her moans grew louder as his thrusts matched each arch of
her back. Morgan's release was finally granted, and his white hot
eruption was met with her body clenching his cock with a grip that
made his climax last much longer than usual.

His deep groan, one that came
from his chest right above her, was matched by her own sounds of
release. Several moments passed before either of them were willing
to let go of the other one, but Awstin finally pulled himself out of
her, and she sighed at the loss.

“Wow... just... wow.”
Morgan wiped her brow and then turned her head to look at the man
that managed to make love to her for as long as he did. “I
don't know how you held out that long... damn...but that was...wow.”
She had to do it, she had to look at the clock. It was nearly an
hour later from when they entered the room, and that was just one
session. All she knew was that she couldn't wait for round two, that
one could take all night.

Awstin laughed at her
drama, but was very happy to have pleased her. He too, couldn't wait
for round two.

Chapter Eight

After a long debate of whether
zombie movies were better than vampires, and vampires better than
werewolves, Awstin had gone out to the video store to settle it once
and for all. Morgan had laughed at the armful of movies he had
returned with, and her biggest problem was picking just one to start
with. While he was gone though, Morgan had taken advantage of the
large tub and had a moment to catch up with her friends.

First, she texted Angel to let
him know that Awstin was even more gorgeous than he had appeared in
the picture. The handsome man had of course, replied in a text that
ended with
'there she blows'
in regards to Awstin being a
whale, and not from Wales. Morgan had giggled for nearly five minutes
before correcting him. There still hadn't been a text from Kole, and
a part of her never expected one. If he did, then she'd see how she
felt from there, but until then, she had other things to think about.
She didn't want anything to distract her from her client, so with a
quick text to Finlay, thanking him for the dress, and one to Sean and
Tanner, thanking them for their gifts, she turned her phone off and
enjoyed her bath.

They spent the whole day in bed
together watching movies, but even after the fourth movie, they still
hadn't come to a conclusion. “You know,” Morgan climbed
off the side of the bed and followed him into the kitchen, “I
think you're just in favor of the werewolves.”

“Aye. So I am. Because
they're the best,” he teased.

“Maybe so...but there's
something about zombies that just...what are you making?” She
lost her thought when she saw the handsome man throw an apron over
his head, then tie it around his waist. He threw one to Morgan and
she shook her head back and forth and threw the apron back on the
counter as soon as it touched her hands.

“Put it on,” he
told her, then grabbed the apron again and held it out in front of
her. She shook her head again and raised her hands toward her
shoulders, avoiding touching the evil cooking article. “Ah, so
ye like zombies eating your brains oot and vampires hypnotizing ye,
but you're afraid of a wee apron?” The mans deep laugh echoed
through the kitchen and Morgan crossed her arms in front of her.

“I am not afraid of an
apron...I just know what goes with it!”

“So ye can't cook?”
He laughed again and Morgan frowned at his question.

“No, I
can't cook
,”
she mocked him.

“Well, ye'll like this.”
Awstin went behind her and threw the apron over her head, then tied
it around her slender waist. “Okay, grab the flour over there,
doll,” he pointed to a white container on the kitchen counter
and Morgan grabbed it, then brought it over to him. After a few
moments, she realized he was making a dough. “Get in here,”
he cocked his head to the side and stepped a foot to the side, making
room for the girl to get her hands in the mix. When he tore off a
large chunk and kneaded it into a circle, then flipped it up into the
air like an Italian pro, she understood what they were making. She
also couldn't believe that the man enjoyed two of her most cherished
loves, pizza and scary movies. He was turning out to be absolutely
wonderful, and exactly what she needed after the holiday drama.

Awstin told her to form her own
pizza, and Morgan even attempted throwing hers into the air as well.
The man had to catch it before it fell to the floor, but it was a
good effort. They decorated their pizzas beautifully with all of
their chosen toppings, then went to the little round table to wait
for them to bake.

“I'm impressed, Mister
Chef!” She dusted some of the rogue flour from her jeans before
sitting down and brought a warm cup of coffee to her lips.

“Well, you aren't too bad
yourself,” he told her, then leaned across the table to brush a
lock of hair from her eyes. Morgan laughed and shook her head slowly
back and forth. “Ah, I guess it's no' for everyone,” he
laughed too. “I used to to be like that...not much of a cook,
ye know?” He put his head down as if his thoughts had taken him
somewhere else. “But Caleb likes it. We make pizzas every
Saturday...when he's here,” he finished. Morgan told him that
it was very sweet of him and took another sip of her coffee.

“You're the first
girl...woman...I've had in my home since the divorce.” His
words caught her off guard, but he had her full attention. Morgan
propped her head onto her hands and hoped that the rest of the story
would follow.

“You don't have to...”
she lifted her head, then reached over to take his hand in hers,
“tell me anything.”

“No, no. It's quite
alright. I'm sure ye are wondering why I've called for ye here.”
Awstin put his other hand over hers and smiled up at her. His tone
was light and Morgan hoped that him explaining the situation wouldn't
change the mood.

“Well, I've no' really
told anyone the story. Really, there's no' much of a story to tell ye
anyway. Sarah, my ex wife, she likes the spirits...more than a wee
too much if ye know what I'm going on aboot.”

Morgan nodded and gave his hand
a gentle squeeze. “We were married for six years, but these
last two years went doonhill. Her mum and dad both died and I suppose
she just...”

“Gave up,” Morgan
finished for him and he nodded.

“Aye, I suppose that's
it. I couldn't make her happy anymore.” He lifted his head and
shrugged his shoulders. Morgan could tell he was trying to be strong
and she resisted the urge to get up and give him a hug. “Anyway,
she's going through rehabilitation, trying tae get better and I think
she is...which is good for the boy.”

“Do you still love her?”
Morgan regretted her question as soon as she asked it. “I...I
didn't mean to...I was just wondering...”
Yeah, Morgan, dig
yourself deeper. Why not be more obvious?

“Aye, of course, I
do, but what I think you're really asking, the answer is no.” A
smile cracked on his face, then he took a sip of his tea. “I
tried. I gave it a bloody good go with it, but what we had is gone.”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to
pry,” Morgan blushed and brought her hands to her lap.

“You're fine, love.”
He stood and walked over to the stove and opened the door to check
the pizza. “Almost done,” he smiled again. “Oh, so
why you're here...a few months ago, I met another girl from
your....service. Met her in Scotland though...think her name was
Erika...” Morgan's hands went to her stomach as she suddenly
lost her appetite.
Scotland. Erika. Finlay. He's been seeing her
longer that he has me...
“But I couldn't go through with
it. I wasn't ready for it...” That explained why he'd had a
green mark next to his name. Morgan wondered how she could be the
first girl in his home, yet he wasn't
new
to the system. Erika
must have given Julianne the go-ahead for the man even though he'd
sent her away. Morgan thought about her time with Aiden and it made
sense. If he'd gone through with his threat to send Morgan back, she
probably still would have given Julianne good feedback.

“But when I heard your
sweet voice through the door,” he continued, “ye brought
a smile to my face for the first time in months.” That was
when she figured out that he met her in London, just as he met Erika
in Scotland, to see if he wanted to bring her back to his home or
not. He played it safe, and she had to give him credit for that.

Morgan couldn't resist the
temptation anymore. She got up from the table and walked over to the
tall man, then wrapped her hands around his waist from behind and
laid her head on his back. “I'm glad I'm here,” she spoke
softly.

“Aye, as am I, doll.”
They stood there for a few moments in silence, then he brought both
of her hands up to his lips and kissed them softly. “I think
the pizza's done.” Both of them laughed and both of them were
happy that the heavy topic was over. Throughout their meal, nothing
more of his ex was mentioned and they went right back to their horror
movie debate.

*****

Awstin watched Morgan as she
giggled at the third scary movie on their list. She was beautiful,
and care free, she turned out to be exactly what he needed. His only
regret so far was that he had forced the poor girl to sit in the
house all evening the day before, and most of the day up to that
point. It was his plan to do things in the beginning that made him
comfortable, as he didn't want their meeting to feel staged or
unnatural. It was actually a stroke of luck that she enjoyed the
same things that he did, and it made for a great beginning to their
week together.

“Why yes, that is my
stomach.” Morgan laughed at the loud intrusion and stood from
the bed to help herself to the left over pizza. Awstin stood and
stopped her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Would ye like to go
'oot?” His lips pressed against her ear as he spoke.

“Oot? I would love to go
'oot.” They laughed at her horrible accent, and he told her to
go change for dinner. “Fancy, casual, in-between?” Her
question made him smile, he liked that she would be up for anything.

“What would ye like?”
His smile made her want to stay right there, but if he wanted to go
out, then out it would be.

“Well, if it's up to
me...I say casual.” She smiled widely and he laughed at her
playful energy.

“Casual it is then, hurry
up, I'm starving too.” They parted ways to get ready, and
Morgan was already thinking of her perfect casual outfit.

She pulled her zebra print bag
into the bathroom, the one that held most of her more casual clothes,
and found her favorite pair of skinny jeans. She wanted to wear her
red sweater again, but that wouldn't work since she had worn it the
day before. “Needs washed too.”
She made a face
at the realization that she needed a serious laundry day, then dug
through her bag for something else. She came across her light pink
off the shoulder sweater, and matched it with a white tank, all of
which she bought in London a few days prior. “Perfect.”
She was dressed within minutes, and was putting a few curls in her
hair when she heard Awstin walking around in the other room.

Morgan didn't make him wait too
long, she had managed a quick touch up to her face, and her favorite
pink lip gloss was added as she walked through the bathroom door.
Awstin's eyes found her immediately.

“If that's casual, I'll
need to take ye somewhere nice tomorrow.” She laughed at his
words as she pulled her tan boots from her other bag. He was quick
to help her put them on, and zipped them up easily as his hands held
firmly around her calf.

“And if that's just
helping me, then I'll have to put these on more often.” He
smiled and held her booted leg out in front of her.

“Maybe ye could just
leave them on after we get back.” The two teased each other
all the way to the car, and continued until they got to the
restaurant.

“This is nice!”
Morgan stepped out of his car, then ducked under Awstin's arm that
was holding the door open. The restaurant was two stories, the top
floor shaped like a very pointed upside down V and a wide glass
window that led out onto a patio. If it weren't so cold outside, she
knew exactly where they'd be sitting, but alas, the sun hadn't even
decided to come into work that day and it was frigidly cold out. Red
neon lights trimmed both the downstairs and upstairs windows and it
reminded her of the restaurant in Brazil, but not nearly as fancy.

“Your arse is nice,”
Awstin replied, closing the door behind her, then placing his hand
right on said arse to guide her toward the restaurant.

“Down boy, we barely made
it out of the house and if your hand...Awstin!” His hand slid
under her coat and down the back of her jeans. The low moan that
escaped his lips as his cold fingers touched her bare flesh made her
want to climb back into the car and... “Stop it,” she
warned, but the smile that she gave him made him made him want to do
the same thing as her. “Can we eat first?”