Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (90 page)

“You
have no idea!” Morgan knew they had been the best option for
the night, but even so, they weren't meant for hours of dancing. Once
the other heel was removed, Morgan laid back on the bed, her legs
still hanging off the side and let out a loud sigh. It felt wonderful
to lay down, the only thing that would make it better would be if he
laid down next to...

“Oh,
that feels good...” His hands wrapped around one of her tender
feet and began to rub the pain away, making Morgan sigh again, but
that time, from pleasure. “Your hands are freakin' amazing!”
She giggled as he switched feet and went to work on giving the other
one the special treatment. “Thank you,” she told him when
he let go. “That's so much better.”

She
sat up a bit and propped herself up on her elbows so she could see
him, then smiled as she remembered their conversation in the car.
“So, what was it you were saying about things we'll be doing
that they won't?”

Diego
smiled up at her, then slowly reached down to grab one of her ankles
again. He brought her foot to his shoulder, then kissed her ankle
softly. “I think Tomas might do that,” Morgan giggled,
instigating the handsome man. She felt his smile against her skin as
his lips brushed against her leg again. That time, he used his
tongue, running his warm mouth the length of her calf. Morgan
squirmed under his touch and his free hand clasped around her thigh,
holding it still. He stopped at the sweet spot behind her knee, then
sat up on his own knees to continue exploring her lower half.

“May
I?” His hands slid easily under the thin fabric of her dress,
then rested mid-thigh until he had the permission he was seeking. She
looked up and was relieved to see his face was full of amusement.

“I
thought, you were seriously asking to...” Before she could even
finish her sentence, he got to his feet and in a quick movement, he
pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. Her head went back to the bed
as his hands made their way up her dress once more, that time, they
didn't stop. Her panties were off and on the floor in seconds. Diego
got back to his knees and a kiss to her inner thigh made her squirm
again and Morgan's legs wrapped around his neck, tighter than before.

“Is
this what you want?” She could feel his hot breath tickling
against her skin as his fingers slid further up until they rested on
either side of the area she needed touched. Morgan's soft moan was
enough of an answer. He spread apart her wet lips with his
fingers,allowing himself more access, then slowly ran his tongue from
her hot center to the throbbing area above. Morgan's fingers curled
around the comforter at her sides as she tried to endure his slow
torture and her legs brought him in closer, demanding more. She felt
him smile again before he made another lap of his tongue, before
pushing it inside of her.

“No,
just relax.” He pushed her legs back apart with his elbows when
she tried to force them shut and her eyes closed tightly as the
pleasure he was giving took over.

“Fuck!”
His tongue moved to her clit as one of his fingers slid between her
slick folds, sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. She
pushed her hips against his hand and he gave her what she wanted,
pushing his finger into her wet center slowly. Soon, another finger
entered her and she found the perfect rhythm of her hips, matching
the quick pace of his own thrusting. In only a few moments of the
combined pleasure, she found her release. His cock jerked, still
hidden behind the barrier of his pants as he felt the pulsing of her
tight walls around his fingers. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from
her body, then got back to his feet.

“Come
here,” Morgan spoke as she sat up, still trying to catch her
breath. His pants were still on, and that was a problem. She quickly
unlatched his belt and got his pants around his ankles in less time
than he'd removed her panties. His thick cock sprang forward upon
release, merely inches from Morgan's face. A smile formed as her
tongue slowly rolled across her bottom lip.
Your turn.

Chapter
Nine

“
Sofia!”
Morgan, once again, was
breathed
awake by the beautiful
Shepard. “Seriously, you have to stop doing that!” She
laughed at the big girl, after making sure Diego was out of the room,
and let her get on the bed for a quick morning love fest. “One
thing's for sure, you're well fed.” She ran her hand along the
dog's belly and Sofia rolled over for a little more of the tummy rub.
“You're.. oh... you're more than well fed. Sofia, you naughty
girl!” Morgan held the dog's face in her hands and giggled
when Sofia licked her face.

The
dog suddenly jumped off the bed and left the room, leaving Morgan
with the knowledge that Evita must have called for her. She also
began to smell the breakfast that the sweet woman was preparing, so
Morgan jumped up as well and ran to the bathroom to make herself
somewhat presentable.

The
double date had been three days earlier, and since then, Evita and
Morgan had grown quite close. At least, as much as they could
without actually speaking to one another. The older woman always had
coffee ready for Morgan when she wanted it, and had even prepared
homemade blueberry muffins after finding out from Diego that they
were her favorite. Morgan never even thought about the fact neither
of them could understand one another, they just seemed
to...understand.

When
Morgan reached the bottom of the stairs, Evita was there to greet her
wearing a large morning smile. “I know what that look is!”
Morgan did the move she'd learned from Angel and humped the air,
swaying her hips forward and back, pumping her arms at the same time.
When she was finished, she propped her elbow up on the newel post
and raised an eyebrow at Evita, daring her to say it wasn't true.

Evita
shook her head back and forth, then wagged a finger at Morgan for
being so raunchy, but her smile gave her away and the younger woman
burst out in laughter. “That's my girl!” When Evita had
left the night before, Morgan had been nosy and had watched her cross
the yard. Of course, she didn't go to her own cottage. She made a
stop at Tomas' place and apparently, it'd been an enjoyable visit.
Evita huffed, about to yell at Morgan, but then she remembered why
she'd been waiting at the bottom of the stairs to begin with.

“Su
teléfono ha estado sonando toda la mañana!” Evita
dug into the large pocket of her hospital scrub type shirt and
produced Morgan's pink phone, then held it out for her. When Morgan
took it from her hands, Evita
tsk
'
d, then left
the young woman to attend to her calls. Morgan was left on her own to
play translator.

“
Teléfono, that's obvious. Mañana...I think that means
morning...” She pressed the button on her phone that lit up the
home screen and saw what Evita must have been talking about. Four
missed calls. Morgan assumed Evita had said something about her phone
ringing off the hook, as she noticed all of the calls had come
through in the past half an hour. “Finlay.”

“Evita,
I can't call him. Not yet!” Morgan stuck her phone into her
pocket and ran after her friend toward the kitchen. Evita stopped
stirring a pan of scrambled eggs long enough to look at Morgan and
point at the plates in the cabinet.

“I
mean, what if he's still mad? He's probably only calling to yell at
me again!” Morgan reached for the plates and pulled out three.
Diego was gone for the morning and she hoped Tomas would join them
for breakfast. She knew that the woman couldn't give her any advice
on the matter, but it helped to talk about it. After all, she'd
already told Evita her entire life story the night they'd drank half
a bottle of tequila. “I don't even know what Angel told him...”
Morgan continued when she recalled the conversation she'd had with
her best friend. “How do I prepare for something I don't know?
Then again,” she continued rambling as she set the plates down
on the table. Evita turned around again and pointed at the toaster
that had just popped out four pieces of toast. “I think I go
through most of my life expecting the unexpected. I never know what's
coming.”

Morgan
grabbed the toast and set it on a plate, then stuffed four more
pieces into the slots. “I didn't know I was going to meet you
when I came here.” She grabbed Evita's hand for a moment and
smiled, then carried the first plate of toast over to the table.
“Uhm...coffee?” Morgan held an empty cup up, then pointed
at the pot of coffee, asking Evita if she wanted any and the woman
nodded. After Morgan poured them both a cup, she finally stopped
pacing around the kitchen and sat down at the table.

Evita
was setting the plate of eggs on the table when both of them heard
the front door open. In walked Tomas, with a remarkably similar smile
as the one Evita had been wearing. Morgan was tempted to point it
out, but she stopped herself. No need to embarrass Evita about it.

“Good
morning, ladies,” he announced as he walked into the kitchen.
Morgan didn't have a chance to reply because she was too distracting
by watching him grope Evita as she plated the fried potatoes.
Damn!
I'd say you two had a good night!
It was light groping, a little
ass touching, a couple neck kisses, hands around her hips, but
groping none the less.

“Good
morning, Tommy,” Morgan finally spoke when he was done giving
Evita
her
morning welcome.

“You
know I hate that,” he sat down and pulled a plate closer to
himself.

“So,
how was your night...Tommy?” Morgan ignored his declaration and
teased him a bit more.

She
caught him exchange a quick glance with Evita and even the twitch of
a smile on both of their parts, but he simply said it was a good
night. Morgan nodded and dropped the subject.
You two are so cute.
“So, what's on the agen...” Morgan's phone began to
ring in her pocket. “Shit.” She pulled it out slowly, not
surprised to see Finlay's smiling face looking back at her as he
phone rang out for attention.

“Answer
it,” Evita nodded toward the phone as she spoke to Morgan.

“Wha...?
You...you unde...”

“Go
on,” Evita made a
shoo
motion, then pointed at the
phone. Morgan brought her eyebrows together in confusion, but a wide
smile grew across her face as the realization came over her.

“You
dirty little...” Morgan giggled, then Evita pointed with more
urgency as the phone was sure to stop ringing soon. “Okay,
okay...”she kept her eyes on Evita as she clicked the answer
button and brought the phone up to her ear. As she answered Finlay,
she narrowed her eyes at her secretive friend. “Hello?”
Morgan waited for the Scot to answer her. “Hello... Fin?”
She waited a few more seconds, and she held the phone away from her
ear. “I was too late.” Morgan looked at Evita again,
and she needed answers from the woman before she tried to call the
man back.

The
guilty woman looked at Tomas, a look that asked for a few moments
with Morgan so that she could explain herself. He made an excuse
that Morgan didn't even listen to, then the women were once again
alone. “I was going to tell you, really... I was! But I
waited too long... and then I felt silly... I'm sorry.” Morgan
narrowed her eyes even more, then did the thing that she normally
did, she laughed.

“I
spilled my whole life to you! I must have driven you crazy that
night!” She was still laughing, remembering her droning about
her issues with Finlay, trying explain that she wasn't immature. “I
wish you would have told me before I made a fool of myself!”
Both women were laughing as Evita joined her at the table.

“No,
you didn't make a fool of yourself.” Evita took a sip of
coffee and took a deep breath. Morgan could see that Evita was
thinking carefully about what she was about to say, so the young girl
remained quiet, yet she was still amused. “This... Finlay...,”
she pointed towards Morgan's phone, “I'm not sure he knows you
too well.” That wasn't exactly what Morgan thought she would
hear, and the look on her face told Evita exactly what she was
thinking. “You survived Portugal, and that not only took guts,
but it took maturity.” Morgan put her head down, then met her
gaze again to hear the rest. “You agreed to see other people,
mostly due to your job, and I can't think of any woman your age who
could do that.” Morgan shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to
outwardly agree with her words. “You spoke to your best friend
about the matters of the heart, you chose not to burden Finlay with
your insecurities. All of those things, my dear, are not the actions
of one who suffers from immaturity.”