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

by Brandi Ratliff

  Morgan grabbed the sheet and stood up, wrapping it around her body. Not because she cared about Finlay seeing her naked, but because she was back in Scotland and it was freakin' cold! “Fin, can you get my bags for me?” she called out as she continued walking toward the bathroom.

  Before he could tell her that he already had retrieved them, the young girl tripped over her own luggage bags and landed face-down, spread-eagle, on the floor. Half the contents of her overnight bag spilled across the floor and a certain pink book caught Finlay's eye.

  As she gathered herself off the floor, Finlay was already honing in on the book. “What's this?” he grabbed it before Morgan could.

  “That's my scrapbook,” she reluctantly answered him. Having him walk down memory lane with her other clients wasn't exactly on her to-do list. He sat himself down on the side of the bed. Giving her a devilish smirk, he opened up to the first page.

  “Fin.” Finlay spoke. That's all the first page read. He gave her a questioning look and turned to the second page. Morgan bit her bottom lip as she saw Finlay's reaction. “Tanner, eh?”

  She nodded, then sat on the bed next to him. “That's the poor guy that broke his ankle.” She stared at the photo and her heart raced slightly at the sight of the blonde man on the page. She didn't offer anything more.

  “Tanner, I'll never forget to live like I mean it. I'll never forget your wink. I'll never forget you.” Finlay read her private words, then looked at Morgan. He hated knowing that she enjoyed his company, he wanted to believe that she would have a miserable time with any other man. But there, on the second page, was proof that Morgan enjoyed a certain Australian quite a bit.

  Morgan reached for the book, she really didn't want to talk about Tanner any longer, but Finlay proved again to be too fast for her. He flipped to the third page, and smiled at Dante's profile picture. “The lad doesn't like his picture taken, huh?” Then he read her words underneath, “Prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. Although, my time with you was cut short, I'll remember you always. You are like me in some ways. I hope you get your fairytale ending.”

  With her third attempt at the book, Finlay stood and held it over her head. “Fin! Give it back, that's my personal scrapbook!” She was tempted to jump for it, but she knew that it would be of no use. So, she did what she normally did when she didn't get her own way; she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at her tormentor.

  With the book hovering over her head, Finlay flipped back one page to Tanner. He read her words again slowly, then his face went serious. “How much fun did you have with him?”

  His expression, and his question, caught her off guard. Finlay was actually jealous, and the perfect payback for taking her book without permission had been handed right to her. She smiled, and walked back to the bed. Morgan sat down slowly, and crossed her legs.

  “Well, he's super chill. We had burgers and milkshakes and the most amazing pizza, ever. Then, he took me out on his boat...more like a yacht, and we drank beer in the sun. Then we...,” she held her wrist up and admired the white gold fish danging in front of her, “swam with the fishes.” Morgan smiled, the kind of smile that hinted of a delicious secret, “but the best part about Tanner, besides his outrageous good looks, his contagious laugh, that wink that made me weak in the knees, or the body of a Greek God, was that he really, really, really liked to fuck.” She looked up quickly at Finlay's face, and her plan had worked perfectly. He looked furious.

  “That's enough, I get it!” He threw the book down on the bed next to her. As he started to walk out of the room, she got up quickly and ran behind him.

  “Fin, don't you want to know about how big he is? Because let me tell you, he had a huge..”

  “Stop!” He turned to face her, his face was red with anger and he spun back around and quickly left the room.

  As Morgan stood alone in the bedroom, she had a small twinge of guilt that tried to get her attention, but she brushed it off. She had spent the better part of her adult life trying to please other people, and Finlay certainly had his punishment coming to him. She smiled at her own strength, and walked back to the bed to get her scrapbook.

  Morgan went through her bags quickly, and grabbed the first sweater and pair of jeans that she came across. I guess we won't be spending the day in bed. She also dragged her overnight bag into the bathroom with her, and picked out underclothes as the water filled the tub. After brushing her teeth, she debated on whether or not to leave her needed effects on the sink, or tuck them back in the bag. The feeling of not knowing how long she would be there started to make her think, and worry. Is this the way it's always going to be? Men making me leave when it suits them? Never knowing when I have to pick up and leave?

  As she sunk down into the hot water and soothing bubbles in the oversized bathtub, she closed her eyes and tried to block out the negative thoughts that persisted. Finlay wouldn't make her leave over a silly argument, she knew that, but he had made her leave the first time. Then Dante was all too quick to get rid of her at a moment's notice as well. Her confidence was wavering with each passing moment, she no longer felt like the woman who had just bested Finlay. She felt like a woman alone.

  Morgan leaned her head back into the water, then dunked her head completely under. She held herself there for several seconds before breaking the surface, and wiping the white bubbles from her face.

  “I thought I would have to come in after ye.” Finlay's rich voice filled the room, and Morgan turned to see him sitting on the side of the tub near her feet. He laughed as he looked at the bubbles throughout her hair, and enjoyed any time that he got to witness her carefree spirit.

  “Well..,” she laughed, “I would say that I'm perfectly safe in the tub, but we both know that I could find trouble anywhere.” She sat up, and put her wet bubble-covered hand over his. He was obviously trying to make amends, and she wanted to make it as easy as possible for him.

  “Ye proved yer point earlier, and I shouldn't have taken yer wee book. I'm sorry.” His sincerity touched her, and she just wanted to put it all behind them.

  “It's alright.” She turned her head to the side, and a wicked smile crossed her pink lips, “but were you really jealous?” She watched his eyes drop to his hands, then back up to her.

  “Aye, and I had no right to be.” He took a deep breath then stood to leave.

  “Fin, there's plenty of room in here if you'd like to join me.” She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. Her sweet smile, the one that would make him do anything for her, was more than enough temptation.

  The black cotton shorts that he had put on after leaving the room were dropped within seconds, and he stepped into the tub. As his body lowered into the hot water in front of Morgan, she could see the evidence of a slightly aroused Finlay, a Finlay that she would be on top of within minutes.

  She stretched her legs out to cover his, then further around to use his body to pull herself toward him. Morgan's long legs were wrapped completely around his middle by the time she was on his lap, and he had helped her along the way by putting his large hands on her ass and pulling her on top of him.

  Her wet hands went through his hair, and she dropped her forehead to his to enjoy the feel of his silky thick hair in her hands. He brought his mouth up to kiss her, and when their lips met, he pushed her against his growing need. She moaned into his mouth, and he held on to her ass as he moved her body against him. He pushed her gently forward and back until the need to feel him inside of her was too strong. She sat up slightly to allow him to enter her, but he pushed her back down against him. She sighed, “don't tease me, Fin, I need you.” Her mouth closed over his, and her need was felt in each pass of her soft tongue across his.

  Finlay did want to tease her, he wanted her pleasure to last; the pleasure that only he could give her. When she sat up again, he slowly put himself inside of her, closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasure of her sleek opening. He pushed her down on top of him, allowing a
full entrance that made both of them moan in pleasure.

  Morgan started to move, she wanted to feel him slide in and out of her, but he wrapped his arm completely around her waist. He held her still and her sigh of disapproval made him hold her firmly. With her body held in place, as she was impaled to the hilt by his large throbbing cock, he brought her breast to his mouth with his free hand.

  Finlay looked into her eyes, and brought her pink area to his lips. His tongue rolled over the little bud slowly, and she squirmed against him as the sensation rolled through her body. He never stopped looking at her as his lips closed over the hardened area, and his teeth slowly moved up the length of her sensitive nipple. Her head dropped back, and she arched her body to find a way to bring him even further inside of her.

  “Hold still, just enjoy it.” His deep voice, barely above a whisper, was just as delicious as the feeling of his teeth against her.

  “I can't, it feels so fucking good.” She continued her small movements against him, but he kept his grip firmly around her small waist.

  Finlay's lips closed around her again, and he held the little bud in his teeth as he flicked his tongue over the top. Her body's movements increased, and his dick jerked in response. She was going to use him to make herself come, and that thought nearly finished him right then.

  Still holding her breast, he ran her hard need across his lips, then put her back inside of his hot mouth. His teeth moved up and down slowly, then picked up speed along with the movements of her body.

  “Fuck!” She moaned into the air, with her head still back, and used all of her might to move on top of him. Finlay couldn't stop her, and he didn't want to. He loosened his grip on her waist just enough to allow her small movements, then flicked his tongue faster as he continued his sensual assault on the one part of Morgan's body that would lead her to an explosive release.

  She was so close, and she moved faster, grinding her hips frontward and back, until the tide started to crash through her tense body. Finlay had held off as long as he could, watching her move over him and feeling her tight wet walls grasp him with each movement, had brought him to the same cliff much sooner than it did Morgan. His body could no longer stop, and he let go of her breast to grab her hips with both hands. Finlay lifted her up, then thrust himself hard inside of her. Seconds, that's all it took, and Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck as she cried out in pleasure. They held each other tightly as each jolt of release passed through their bodies.

  After the trembling subsided and they could breathe again, Finlay took his sweet time making sure every inch of Morgan's body was thoroughly cleaned and Morgan returned the favor. Every contour of his arms and legs felt so good under her smooth fingers, she could have spent the whole day just washing him.

  As Morgan wrapped a robe around herself, she walked over to the big bay window of the bedroom. “You know, Fin, I think this damn cloud follows me everywhere!” Dark gray clouds swarmed above creating an angry stormy blanket in the sky.

  “I guess we'll be staying in bed after all.” Finlay wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and buried his face in the nape of her neck, making her shiver as his voice tickled her skin.

  They went downstairs and Finlay made her a big breakfast, including blueberry muffins again. Just as before, he watched her pick out the little blue victims. He loved how much one could enjoy such simple things in life and he hoped he could learn to do the same.

  “If breakfast was up to me, you'd get a nice big bowl of cereal. If you were really good, I might make you oatmeal,” Morgan joked, pointing a slice of bacon at Finlay as she spoke.

  “It would be the best bowl of cereal I ever had.” Finlay stole the piece of bacon from her fingers and shoved it into his mouth.

  After they had their fill, Finlay carried Morgan all the way up the staircase, nearly tripping over William and Wallace along the way. The dogs beat them to the room and jumped on the bed. Finlay gave them a look that warned them they shouldn't be up there, but let it slide because Morgan was already soaking up their love.

  “Who's the cutest puppy? You are. Oh, you too, Wallace, you too! Yes, you're both cute!” Morgan was dividing head scratches between the two of them, but Finlay broke up the party.

  “Down with ye mutts!” Finlay snapped his Fingers and Morgan's fun jumped off the bed in unison. The big Scottish man crawled into the bed beside Morgan and found the ticklish spot on her side, “why don't you give me that kind of attention, lass?”

  Morgan laughed before the words even came out of her mouth. She brought her hands out from under his arms and placed her palms on either side of his face. Before Finlay could realize what she was doing, she pushed his cheeks together until his lips puckered and she neared her face to only inches from his. “Who's the cutest Fin-Fin? Awwwww, YOU'RE the cutest Fin-Fin! Yes, you are. Oh, you're such a good boy!”

  Finlay batted her hands from his face and fell back on the bed next to her. They both laughed until tears ran down their cheeks and they couldn't breathe, and that's where they spent the rest of the day.

  The only exception was when Finlay went downstairs to make dinner. To Morgan's surprise, he delivered grilled cheeseburgers and strawberry milkshakes. Finlay knew that Morgan had obviously very much enjoyed Tanner's company, and if there was anything he could do to beat that, he would.

  Chapter Nine

  Finlay had spent the rest of the night showing Morgan that, he too, loved to fuck. They went at it like rabbits all night. On the bed, over the side of the bed, on the floor, over the chair. Morgan hardly wanted to move by morning, but Finlay had big plans for the day. He was going to make up for the last time their castle plan got interrupted.

  The next morning, he woke Morgan and they got a quick shower together, then parted their ways to get ready. Finlay didn't tell her where they were going until she came down the stairs and she realized it for herself.

  Deja vu. Finlay was packing up some items for the castle into a cooler. Except this time, he wore a pair of distressed jeans, with holes up the front and a tight black tee that stretched over his wide chest. She inwardly smiled to herself at the sight of him. Still competing. His hair was loosely tied back at his neck with stray strands in the front. He hadn't shaved that morning, leaving him with the rugged look that made him look all the more delicious.

  “We're going to the castle again!?” Think about anything but that. Oh, hell, look at those shoulders. No! Castles, hills, clouds lochs, legs ....shit. Morgan got to his side and lightly dragged her fingernails down his back as he placed a bottle of wine into the cooler.

  “Aye, we are. Is that alright?” Finlay looked down at her, waiting for approval.

  “Absolutely!” The girl stood on her tippy toes and kissed Finlay's cheek. Then, she thought about the room that had upset her last time and wondered how many girls he had taken there since they last went there. Don't think about that, either. But, she couldn't help it...

  “Fin, that room...” she couldn't think of a way to finish the question.

  “Oh, aye. I was going to tell you last time we went, but...” Finlay didn't finish his thought. They both knew how the day had ended.

  I ruined it, Morgan thought.

  “Anyway, it's mine, Morgan.” When he saw her confused look, he finished, “the castle, angel. It's mine. I bought it a few years back and I've been meaning to renovate it.”

  “The castle! It's yours!? Oh....oh my God! Wow! That's so cool! You own a castle. Wow.” Suddenly, Morgan felt so small. Finlay owned a castle. Not just an overly extravagant home, vehicle and penis, or a butler that referred to him as 'The Campbell', but a goddamn castle.

  “Aye, lass. I just go there for quiet time now and then. It's peaceful.” He pressed his lips softly to her forehead and she was brought back to reality. “Ready?”

  “Mhmm,” Morgan was still overwhelmed by the new information, but her mood changed. No, I don't feel small. This is great! Just like Tanner chose me o
ver Red, Finlay could take any woman to his castle, and it's me! “Let's go!”

  The drive to the old castle was filled with more laughter, stories, Scottish history lessons and lots of hand holding. Morgan smiled the whole way there. For the first time in nearly a month, she felt like she wasn't trying to please anyone. She wasn't being paid to be with Finlay. He just wanted to be with her, and it was a very sweet feeling. It was the perfect escape from reality and Morgan couldn't think of a better place to escape to or a better person to escape with.

  When they got to the rolling green hills, Morgan did the same as she had the first time and slipped off her shoes, but she did not run ahead like she had done before. Instead, they walked hand-in-hand together up the two big hills. Morgan stopped to take at least thirty pictures along the way, then did the same in front of the castle.

  “Fin, stand up there,” Morgan pointed to the top step leading to the entrance of the castle.

  “Is this going in your scrapbook?” Finlay looked over his shoulder and asked her as he followed her command.

  “Wait, no, do that again!”

  “Do what?”

  “Look over your shoulder like that!” Morgan turned to her side and looked over her own shoulder to show him what she meant.

  Finlay turned to his side, and Morgan laughed at his little tap dance as he tried to find a good stance. He found a good spot and gave her the pose she needed.

  Click. “Yep! That's definitely going in the scrapbook. God, you're sexy!” Morgan walked up to him and held the camera out so he could see the shot.

  “Fook yes, I am a sexy beast, aren't I?” He nudged Morgan with his elbow and they both laughed as they walked into the cool castle together.

  Once inside the great room, Morgan walked to the bottom of the stairs and waited for Finlay. “I believe you're still supposed to carry me.” She put her arms up and smiled sweetly as he approached her.