Around the World in 80 Men Series Boxed Set 1-10

by Brandi Ratliff

  What's with these guys asking me what I want to do? I thought they were supposed to decide all that! “Uh, well, what kind of stuff is there to do here?” She thought that answer was good enough. There, ball is back in your court.

  “I know,” Tanner had an excited tone in his voice. Oh, that voice, his sweet, beautiful, melodic voice. Morgan had found herself asking him to repeat himself, not that her hearing was bad whatsoever, she just wanted to hear him speak. Again, and again, and again, and ag... “I'll take you out on one of my boats! I'll show ya the big city from the water!” Tanner clapped his hands together, happy with his brilliant plan.

  “That sounds great!” A warm day was exactly what she needed to recover from the week prior in Scotland. I'm sure to catch a cold like this. I'm going to give my immune system whiplash! Morgan racked her brain, trying to remember if she had anything suitable to wear, and she flashed back to Julianne, vaguely remembering her throw a pink bikini on top of a pile of jeans. Whew!

  Morgan walked over the big bay window and drew the curtains open. She hadn't had the opportunity to check out the view yet and it was more beautiful than she had imagined. She had spent her whole life in Canton, Ohio, and the closest she had ever come to seeing a beach had been at Lake Erie when she was eleven.

  “Pictures don't do it justice,” she put her hands on the glass and whispered to the ocean view in front of her. Just ocean, with the most electric blue water she had ever seen, as far as the eye could see. Her excitement grew as she took in the sight.

  “Okay, well, get ready and I'll show you how it's done,” he gave her one of the winks she had grown to expect already and made his way to the far bathroom. Not many guys could pull off a wink and not look creepy or like they had dirt in their eye, but Tanner executed the flirting tactic flawlessly.

  Morgan rummaged her luggage until she found the little bikini. She walked to the full-length mirror and groaned at the sight in front of her. “Really? Who is this supposed to fit?” The little triangles on the top were just enough fabric to cover the important parts and it wasn't until she put the suit on that she realized the bottoms had been designed with the same intentions.

  “Julianne, this is ridiculous!” Morgan spoke aloud, as if the culprit of the purchase might hear her. She made some final adjustments, stretching the triangles as far as they would go and they still barely covered her pink centers. Still shaking her head at the swimsuit, she went back to suitcase and found a spaghetti strap tank top and some shorts and went back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

  *****

  “This is amazing, Tanner!” She could hardly contain herself. She had been on little boats before-speedboats, rowboats, even canoes-but nothing like the boats he had just pulled up to. “That's yours, there?” There were two boats on either side of her as she stepped out of the truck and she wasn't entirely sure which one was his.

  She heard a low chuckle from behind her and turned to see Tanner pointing at one halfway down the dock, “see the one with the blue on top?”

  “Yes...” her mouth gaped open a bit...nooo....it can't be...oh my God, oh my God, oh...my.....God! It's like a freakin' yacht! Morgan was giddy with excitement. Okay, I guess he buys big toys too...

  Tanner grabbed her hand and began guiding her in the direction of the beautiful boat “Yep, she's mine. I don't use her for work though. Only pleasure,” with his words, he wrapped his arm around Morgan's waist, pulling her closer into his side.

  “Pleasure is fine with me,” she simply agreed.

  “Well, I just figured since I've spent most of my life on the water, it was more important to me to get a nice boat than much else. This is a Pearl 60,” he looked at her face, which displayed confusion, “it's a yacht,” he confirmed with a laugh. “The company is in the UK, but I saw this baby online, and found out the previous owner had moved out here, bringing the boat with him, of course. But a few months and a divorce later, he was in over his head. I offered him half the retail value and he took it,” pride beamed across his face. His boats were obviously something he enjoyed discussing. Morgan was happy to hear about it too, at least she could keep up with the conversation.

  “You'll see, it's like a house, sometimes I'll stay out here for days! C'mon!” They were at the little bridge dividing the dock from the boat. He grabbed her hand and helped her get to the top, then he undid the ropes and detached the bridge, sliding it into place on the dock.

  Morgan didn't wait to explore the place where she'd be spending the afternoon. “Holy shit,” she whispered as she walked down the stairs. “You would have no idea this was down here from looking at it!” she turned to Tanner who had appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

  “You like?”

  “Mhmm.” Morgan didn't know what she wanted to touch first. Everything looked new, and expensive. But a fun kind of expensive. She walked through the fifty-eight foot luxury boat, admiring every room with a new appreciation of water crafts. There was a bedroom with a king size bed, a full kitchen and bar, and living room with a circle shaped couch wrapping all around a flat screen television. She took a look at the bathroom, even the shitter is luxurious! She made her way back up to the cabin and saw the water beginning to move by the windows, and Tanner was already at work, easily navigating out of the port.

  “I lied, this is more than amazing!” Morgan laughed as they picked up speed.

  The boat bobbed up and down, crashing against the water as it went faster and faster out to sea. After a few miles, Tanner slowed it down and the rocking began to steady itself against the waves. Morgan was already on the top deck and Tanner went up to join her. She looked like a goddess laying there in that bikini. Her damp skin glistened in the sun and her hair looked almost white in the bright light. His tongue ran over his lip as he imagined her lying there naked instead.

  To get his mind off of it, he went to his cooler and reached for a drink, then found his place next to the sunning girl. He held the icy beer over her breasts and let the cold droplets fall between her cleavage. “Mhmm, that feels nice.”

  “Beer?” he offered her the beverage by sliding the bottom of the bottle from her bikini bottom to the top.

  She squirmed under the cold touch and sat up, removing her sunglasses, “yes!” Oh, beer, how I have missed you! Might be a fancy boat, but nothing else about this guy was fancy. “I think you're the only man who would drink beer on a yacht, Tanner.” She stood from her spot to stretch her legs, but felt his eyes on her as she walked across the deck. Time for some fun!

  Morgan reached one hand over her shoulder, and pulled the skinny string at her neck, forcing the hot pink bikini top to fall forward. Then she reached behind her back, and untied the bottom string. Her top fell to the deck, and she walked over it as she made her way to stand directly in front of him. She smiled at his response, and watched his eyes move over her body and rest on her exposed breasts.

  His first impulse was to latch on to her, hold her with his teeth while she begged for more. Knowing what it did to her was too much information for Tanner to have, but he quelled the desire to bring her to a heated boil right away, and instead chose a slow simmer to start the afternoon's playtime. He dropped his hands to the small fabric that she still wore, and pulled them down while he lowered his entire body in front of her. Tanner was left on his knees when he removed the bikini bottom from around her feet, and Morgan put her hands on his bronzed shoulders while she stepped out of them.

  Still in front of her, he looked up at her, the devilish grin he wore made her smile, and she looked forward to whatever he planned to do to her. He ran his hands from her ankles, slowly to the back of her knees, then gripped firmly and moved her legs apart as she stood. She never let go of his shoulders as her legs opened before him. He moved his face closer to her middle, and closed his eyes as he lightly touched his nose to her almost hidden bud. She wasn't quite ready for him, but he felt her hands tighten on his shoulders as he moved closer. He looked up her ag
ain, “I didn't get to taste you yet.” Then his tongue moved across her gently, then back over again. She moaned quietly, and moved her body closer to his face.

  “You want more, beautiful?” He had wrapped his arms around the back of her legs, and his large hands caressed her soft skin as he spoke

  She looked down, and saw the passion in his playful look, “yes...I want a lot more.” She moved her hands from his shoulders, and up to the sides of his head. Her fingers played with his long hair as his head moved closer to her again. He put his head between her legs, and brought his face upward to run his tongue along her folds. Her sounds of pleasure as she pressed against his face made him squeeze her legs harder, and force them open even more. His tongue slid inside of her, and then back out to flick her hardening bud. She was much more aroused, and his body was already begging for release. As he continued the slow movements with his mouth, he reached down and removed his shorts. His large member bounced against his stomach when it was free, and he reached down to stroke himself once before standing up.

  He stood tall in front of her, and she pulled him down to her mouth. The taste of her was all over his lips, and she licked them slowly before exploring her taste inside his mouth. His sound of approval made her body press against his, and his throbbing attention-seeker moved against her stomach as she pulled his tongue into her mouth to suck the last bit of herself from his mouth.

  When she finally looked up at him, he held her face between his hands, and kissed each of her eyes before moving to her neck. He was moving closer to her breast, and a thought ran through her mind as his head lowered. Finlay liked to wait, to feel aroused as long as possible. That thought excited her, and she wanted to know what it felt like. Morgan pulled away from him regretting what she had just given up, but ready to try it, and smiled as she slowly walked to the side of the boat. Her tiny ass was the last thing he saw before she jumped in.

  “Ah, so you want to swim with the fishes, huh?” He laughed as he dove in beside her.

  When he surfaced, his arms went around her waist, and he pulled her next to him as he swam backward toward the boat. Once he had a grip on the ladder, he used his other hand to cup her bottom and put her against him.

  “No,” she said as she kissed his wet lips, “I wanna fuck.” His eyes widened briefly, then his mouth closed down on hers hard. His tongue swept across hers with urgency, and she positioned herself perfectly for him to enter her as his mouth continued exploring hers.

  She wanted him, she needed to feel him deep inside of her. She knew that he would thrust all the way in, that he wouldn't take his time. She wouldn't wait any longer, her fingers found his hardness, and she held him still while she impaled herself on his thick shaft. She broke the kiss when her head fell back, and a very loud sound of approval came from her lips.

  He put one hand behind her neck, the other holding on to her ass as he brought her down hard on him. “Look at me, I want to see your face.” His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes held an intense sensuality that looked right to her very desire.

  She reminded herself to keep her eyes open, but the pleasure of his forceful thrusts continued to make her close her eyes to enjoy the pleasure that was building faster than she had control over. “Look at me, Morgan. I want to watch you come.” His eyes never left hers, and she ground her hips against him as he repeated the forceful dives into her body.

  The water splashed around their shoulders as his thrusts quickened even more. The sound of the water was drowned out by her loud cry of pleasure as white hot charges coursed through her body. She held tightly around his neck, forcing her body against him as hard. He was buried as far as he could go, her walls squeezed his cock hard and brought his pleasure to a peak that spilled over before she was finished.

  They held each other in position, moving slightly to squeeze the last few seconds of pleasure from their bodies. Morgan wanted more, and the feeling, she thought, was exactly what Finlay had done to himself.

  The two lovers spent the rest of the afternoon and into the evening laying out in the warm sun, napping, talking, joking and drinking Australian beer. Morgan was thankful to have chosen Tanner apart from the other clients; he was young, carefree and he was easy to relate to.

  When the sun began to set and the sky had gone from baby blue to shades of pink, orange and red, Tanner was pulling back into port. By the time the sun fully disappeared behind the horizon, Lady Godiva was fully secured back to the dock.

  Chapter Four

  The obnoxious alarm beside the bed screamed through the room, demanding that the couple release themselves from each other. Morgan sat up quickly and looked around the room to locate the intruder, and kill it. As her hand nearly reached the enemy, she looked at the time.

  “Seven? Are you serious?” She smacked the button on top of the white clock, and fell back onto her pillow.

  She heard laughter coming from the other side of the bed, the warm side. “Ah, it's not as bad as all that, is it?” He rolled over to lay beside her, and ran his finger from the middle of her golden brows, down to the tip of her nose. “There's something that I want to do today, and it's best to do it early.” He kissed her cheek quickly, “now, up with ya then!” She put the pillow over her head until he had shut the door to the bathroom

  They had gone to sleep late the night before. After returning from their day out to sea, the couple stopped for a pizza before heading back to the room. She smiled as the images of her late night fun with Tanner filled her mind. Three times! He was fun in the sack, the kind of fun that made her look forward to each smile, wink, or a simple touch; she knew what she would be in for afterward.

  She rolled to her stomach, and stretched her arms straight out in front of her. She smiled to herself as she pictured her fold-out sofa, with barely enough room to roll over. She would never have to sleep like that again, and that realization brought the grateful girl out of bed.

  *****

  “It's easy, just hold on and keep a decent grip with your legs. Other than that, relax and enjoy the scenery.” Tanner rode up beside her, his horse clearly making eyes with her own.

  Horseback riding in the surf. The idea sounded great when he told on the way to the beach, but getting on a black horse that was a million times larger than herself, and being expected to guide him where she wanted, was a whole other story altogether.

  “It's going to run, and throw me, or worse! It's going to run, throw me, stomp on me, then eat me!” Her own drama usually helped her relax, but it wasn't working. Not even Tanner's laughter would help. “Why? Why would you put me on the biggest horse since the creation of...horses?” She sat stiffly in the saddle, with a white knuckle grip on the reins. The gentle horse moved gracefully, and paid no attention to the theatrical rider.

  “Come on, just relax and let him do all the work.” The wink that followed was what she needed. Oh, that wink! She would remember it for the rest of her life, that she was sure of. But the horse, she still wasn't so sure.

  Morgan took a deep breath, then looked out to the ocean. She dropped her head back slightly to enjoy the morning sun on her face. I guess this isn't that bad.

  “Let's go, I'll race ya to the dock up ahead!” Tanner's horse took off, and Morgan felt hers tense beneath her. “Don't you dare, horse! Don't do it!” She squeezed his sides tightly with her legs, and the horse took off after his friend. “No! What did I say?! Bad horse!”

  Tanner looked back to laugh at her, but when he did, he lost his balance at exactly the wrong time. Morgan watched as the man fell from the side of the horse, and landed hard in the surf.

  “Stop! Horse, stop! Tanner!” She reached his side within seconds, and her horse finally stopped next to Tanner's. She nearly dropped herself to the ground, not knowing the proper way to step down, and she ran to Tanner's side. “Are you alright?” She scanned his body as he moaned loudly in paid.

  “My ankle, it's hurt.” He sat up and grabbed his calf, not taking a chance o
f touching any lower. The piercing pain told him that it was probably fractured, or at the very least, twisted beyond the chance of him walking out of there on his own.

  “Okay, I'll get you some help!” Just as she reached for the cellphone in her back pocket, two surfers that she hadn't noticed before were running up to them. The young men told Morgan that they had called for help, so she thanked them and forced Tanner's head to her lap. “You're alright, help is on the way.”

  *****

  Morgan sat in the waiting room with a cup of tea while the nurse gave Tanner another dose of pain killer. She had spent the last six hours waiting in the small room as Tanner's ankle was set in the large cast. They had talked for a few minutes when she was permitted to see him, but had recently been ushered out of the room again for another dose of medication.

  She saw the dark haired nurse leave Tanner's room, and gave Morgan the nod that she could return. She also got ten chubby fingers in the air to let her know that visiting hours were almost over.

  She hurried into the room, and found Tanner almost asleep, and very medicated. “Hi, quite a day, huh?” Tanner's slurred words made her natural woman instinct jump into overdrive to take care of him.

  Morgan sat slowly on the side of the bed, making sure that she didn't touch him at all as she lowered herself. She smoothed a large chunk of hair from his forehead, and kissed him. When she sat back up, his eyes were already closed. “Yeah,” she said in a whisper, “it was quite a day.” She stood up then to pull the blanket over him before she left, and was interrupted by a woman's voice.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Morgan turned to see a tall pretty redhead with her arms crossed in front of her chest at the door.