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

by Brandi Ratliff

  Speaking only to himself as he got undressed, “I have got to be crazy. No, she's crazy and she's taking me to Crazyville with her.” When the water his his thighs, it was much cooler than he expected. “Shit!” He nearly ran to Morgan who was up to her chest by then.

  When he got to her, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck then her legs around his waist. “See, it's nice.”

  He put his hand on her ass and pulled her closer, “I don't normally swim at night, but lady, I don't think I can resist you no matter where you lead me.” He tilted his head and watched her eyes as he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. “This is nice.” He spoke softly into her mouth and ran his tongue along her bottom lip.

  She kissed him back and moaned at the sweet taste of his mouth as she ran her tongue across his. His grip tightened on her bottom and he lowered her enough to press her against his hard shaft.

  “Do you like this, Kole? Less foreplay and more fucking?” Her teasing words made his cock jerk against her thigh.

  “Yes.” His word was buried in a deep sensual sigh as he felt her hand slide between their bodies. He stood still as her fingers wrapped around his engorged dick, then pushed forward slightly when she moved her hand quickly down his length. She trailed hot wet kisses along his neck as her hand worked magic. “Fuck, that feels so good.” His head went back and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation that her hand was causing. He could come quickly, he knew that, but he held off and let her do what whatever she wanted to do, for as long as he could last.

  She never stopped the rhythm of her hand as she spoke into his ear, “I can't wait to taste you, but for tonight, I just need to feel you.” She moved her body up slightly, and let go of him. When he brought his head back down to look at her, the intensity in his eyes made her nearly want to drag him from the water so that she could lick his entire body dry. “Put yourself inside of me.” She tightened her grip around his neck as the water pushed her body up slightly with each new wave.

  He kissed her as he reached down and took himself in his hand. Then he pulled away to hold her ass tightly as he pushed her down on top of him. Her deep moan as she slid down on his enormous cock made him push her down harder.

  The sweet pain of pleasure filled her completely and she put her head against his shoulder as he pulled her up slightly then entered her again. “You're so big, God you feel so good.” She couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get enough of feeling a cock that large move in and out of her in the cool ocean water. “Harder.” She turned her head and tucked her face into his neck.

  “You're going to make me come, I need to slow down.” He didn't want to disappoint her, especially since he hadn't brought her pleasure in the way that he had wanted to.

  “I want you to, you feel so good.” She arched her back and pushed against him, keeping time with his fast and deep thrusts.

  “Fuck, fuck!” He pushed hard inside of her several more times until he grabbed her ass and pushed her down on him, impaling her to the hilt with his throbbing cock. She could feel the hot spurts of passion hitting her clenching walls and she held his neck tightly as his body tensed with each release.

  “You know,” Kole began as he slid his member from her body, “I think you're right.”

  Morgan still kept her arms around his neck as the waves bobbed them up and down. “Right about what?” She knew the answer, but hearing him say it would prove he was a step farther from his need-to-romance-her ways.

  “Just...fucking. It's amazing,” he admitted.

  “Mhmm,” Morgan spoke into his neck, kissing him again. She raised her head and gave him an I-told-you-so look. She could see his smile in return, reflecting from the moonlight. His hands were still around her ass and she felt him tighten his grip as he lifted her higher around his waist.

  “That was great, but if we plan to do it again later, I think we had better get out of the water now.” They both laughed and pictured the irony of Kole finally having a breakthrough and get eaten by a shark in the same night. He carried her back to the shore and they walked back to the midpoint between the surf and their hotel to retrieve their trail of clothing. Morgan couldn't find her pink G string in the darkness, but as far as Kole was concerned, it was one less item to be removed later.

  “So what do you typically do when you're not working?” Morgan asked as she slid the sundress over her damp body.

  There was a pause as Kole turned his shirt the right side in and fumbled to found the top. His muffled reply came as he pushed the shirt over his head. “Oh, well, when I'm free? I spend most of my time fishing. My bud owns a charter boat and I'll take trips out with him a couple times a week. If not that, then I'm surfing.”

  They were both dressed and Morgan walked over to him and placed her hands on his chest. Standing on her toes, she told him, “take me fishing with you.”

  Kole wrapped his arms around her loosely and gave her a questioning look. “Have you ever been fishing?”

  “No. But I want to. You can teach me!” Morgan dropped back to her heels and gave him a pat on his chest for affirmation. In her mind, it was a done deal.

  “Okay, we'll go tomorrow.” Kole kissed the top of her head and they walked hand-in-hand back to the hotel. He walked off of the elevator first, and before Morgan could step out, she heard a familiar giggle. Angela? The blonde girl was already shaking her head with a big smile as she turned the corner to the hallway.

  It was definitely Angela. She was standing at the ice machine, wearing nothing but panties and Kala's button-up shirt. He was standing behind her with his face buried in her neck and his arms wrapped around her waist, directly under her full breasts.

  Kole and Morgan stared in silence for a moment, enjoying the show. Kala slid his hands down Angela's waist, until he was at her hips and the beautiful brunette pushed her ass against his dick as she bent over to retrieve the cold cubes.

  Morgan looked at Kole and gave him a nod to make their presence known. “Oh, for fuck sake, go to your room!” Angela's head turned, fast enough to risk a case of whiplash, and she stood upright just as quickly. Too quickly.

  Before any of them could realize what had happened, Kala was doubled over, holding his hands over his face.

  “Oh! Shit! Fuck! Get something! Please!” Angela pointed to Morgan and Kole. “I'm so sorry!” she continued, rubbing her hand over Kala's shoulder. Hot, red, liquid poured between Kala's fingers and dripped to the floor. When he pulled his hand away to examine it for evidence, it was clear his nose was broken.

  Morgan pulled her hands to her own face in horror. “C'mon, Kole, let's find something for him!” Morgan grabbed Kole's arm as she began down the hallway. Once in the room, Morgan grabbed two of the hand towels, and a larger bath towel. When she walked out of the bathroom, she found Kole doubled over as well. But only his ailment was a severe case of laughter.

  “What is wrong with you?” Morgan ran over to him and grabbed his arm, trying to get him under control so he could stand.

  “It's just....oh....did you see....did you see her face!?” His laughter was contagious and Morgan tried to stop herself as a smile began to form. She lost the battle and a series of giggles escaped her own lips.

  “Stop it,” Morgan stood up and pursed her lips together, but again, she was defeated. “Come...on....we have to help,” she spoke between more giggles.

  Kole stood back up and Morgan finally got him out of the room. On the way down the hallway, he explained why the whole thing was so funny. Kala always made fun of him for having lousy dates, but never had a girl broken his nose on the first date. “I think he wins the awful date contest,” Kole was still laughing as they ran up to the couple.

  Morgan crouched down and handed the bleeding man all of the towels, and by the time the four of them got downstairs, the first towel had already turned crimson. Outside, they waited for the valet to come around with Kole's vehicle and when it pulled up he turned to Morgan, taking her hands in his.<
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  “I'll take him to the hospital, you ladies stay here. Don't worry,” he looked at Angela's worried expression, “he's already broken his nose three times before. It's prone to it now. You could probably hit him with a pillow and that shit will break.” With that, Angela cracked a smile and gave Kala a kiss to his forehead after he slid into the car.

  “I'll text you. We're still going fishing tomorrow.” Kole kissed Morgan and ran to the driver's side of the car and climbed in. The girls could see a shadow of Kala's fist going into Kole's arm, and the fake howl of pain following confirmed the hit.

  “Boys.” The simple word was all that was exchanged between the girls as they went back upstairs to wait for their men.

  “Well, this sucks. My first date and I break his fucking nose,” Angela threw her hands in the air in defeat as Morgan closed the door behind her. They were in Kole's room. Angela figured she'd only go back to her room when she was ready to retrieve her clothes.

  “Why are you guys here? I thought you would go to your hotel?” Morgan leaned on the bathroom door frame as Angela washed the blood from her hands.

  Angela looked over to her friend and tilted her head forward, arching her brows. “Well, we were at my hotel. Then we went for a walk on the beach. Things, you know, got a little...” she nodded her head again. “And we just decided we'd take things here. I guess that was a bad idea.”

  “Oh, don't worry. It's not your fault, he's a big boy, he'll be fine. You guys will laugh about it later, I promise,” Morgan assured her.

  Angela laughed, “yes. Dear God, he is a big boy!” She threw the towel down that she dried her hands with and put her hands in front of her, about a foot apart to clarify her meaning.

  Her exaggeration wasn't far off. “Is Kole....you know?” Angela asked.

  “Oh my God, yes! It's HUGE!” Morgan put her hands up in the same fashion. The girls giggled again, and made their way to the bed. The next hour was spent talking about their evenings...and comparing.

  It wasn't until Kole sent a text, confirming Kala was alright, that Angela decided to go back to her own room. Kole's message also stated that he would be staying at his mother's house for the night because it was close to the hospital. He explained that he'd be back in the morning, but to meet her at boat four at nine o'clock and he'd take her fishing. Morgan knew what he was talking about because on the way back inside the hotel, he had pointed out the docks in which the charter boats were stationed.

  She sent a text back, saying she'd be there and jumped in the shower. Her plan for the evening had been to get a hot shower with Kole, then spend the night in his arms, but things don't always go as planned.

  Chapter Six

  Morgan's morning didn't start out the way she had hoped it would. She had spent far too much time looking for her new bikini that had somehow managed to find its way underneath the suitcase that she had dug through for at least fifteen minutes. It was only when she decided to lug it on top of the bed for a better look that she finally saw it crumpled up on the floor.

  Ten more minutes were wasted as she frantically searched for her small bag of ponytail holders, which she eventually found in the pocket of her overnight bag. She cursed at the time as she finally made her way to the docks, and mentally wished for her own Luigi to help her since her organizational skills were nearly non-existent.

  As she walked along the wide dock that held nearly twenty charter boats, she thought about how hard it was to live out of suitcases. She also blocked the reasoning side to the problem; actually use the hotel's drawers and closets. Her mind stayed occupied as she raised her pink metallic sunglasses to check out the boat's numbers. She clearly saw the identification numbers on all of them, but the circled numbers weren't in the order that they should have been. They were also faded and hard to read.

  Morgan Holland had no idea, but as she walked along the dock in her white bikini top and denim booty shorts, she had every male in the area hoping that she would choose their boat. Three...seven...thirteen... “Hey! Can someone tell me where boat four is?” She asked loudly to anyone who could hear her over the noise of nearly forty people, mostly men, loading onto the boats.

  “Fourteen? Over here!” A young blonde man was waving from three boats down.

  “What?!” She walked closer to make sure he was talking to her.

  “Here!” He smiled and walked to the side to help her board. “You look frazzled.” He laughed as she jumped on deck and let out a long sigh of relief.

  “I was, but I'm all better now.” She thanked him and walked to the back of the boat and sat down. Kole would be there any minute and finally was able to relax enough to look forward to their day.

  When she dropped her bag on the seat beside her, she looked inside briefly to make sure she had brought her sunblock. She was happy to see that she did, and also happy to see the front of her phone showing several messages.

  She brought it out and leaned forward to create enough shade to read the screen. The first one she opened was from Tanner telling her that his cast would be removed in two weeks. She replied and told him how happy she was, and that he should never get on another horse again. Next, Finlay wanted to know when she would be free again, and she skipped that one to think about later. The third and final message was from Julianne who wanted to tell her that she had sold Morgan's car and would wire the two hundred dollars to her account. She laughed to herself, thinking that the piece of junk probably wasn't even worth that much, but she was happy that Julianne had agreed to sell it for her. She thought about calling Tanner to tell him what she was doing, he would get a kick out of hearing that she would spend the day fishing, but the boat rocked and moved so much that she decided to call him later and just hold on to something before she dropped her new phone. Images of a Great White swallowing it whole made her laugh again, and she looked up to scan the crowd to see if Kole was on his way.

  “No! Shit!” Morgan stood up and looked around. “Where are we going? Kole isn't here yet!” The dock looked as if it were already a mile away as the boat started to speed past the wake zone. One of the boat hands pulled her back down to her seat for safety.

  “It's better if you don't stand yet, it can get pretty rocky once we really get going.” He turned back to enjoy the scenery in front of them.

  Morgan looked around at the other seven people that had joined the crew, and the crew consisted of three young men that took turns smiling at her when her eyes moved over them. I should have waited on the dock. Shit! She wondered why he had been late, but it really didn't matter right then because she was going out to sea to spend the day fishing with a boat full of strangers.

  *****

  Kole had nearly pushed his brother from the truck when he dropped him off at his parents' house. Their mother had agreed to pick him up that morning at the hospital, but had asked Kole if he could do it instead. Kole's dad was still under the weather and 'Ele didn't want to leave him.

  Kole had managed to rush the patient release process, but still had to deal with his brother's insistence that they find food before dropping him off. “I'm freaking starving, pull in anywhere!” So, after a fly-thru breakfast and a gentle push at the house, Kole was finally free to make a dash to the docks. He would have been thirty minutes late, so he called his best friend, Sam, and told him to hold the boat and entertain Morgan until he got there.

  Sam owned the charter boat that they were taking out, and Kole had rented it for the entire day for just the two of them. As he pulled into the parking lot, he saw the lone boat tied to the dock and he was relieved that his hectic morning had finally come to an end. He got out and was grateful for choosing his truck to drive that day, because they would have tons of fish to bring back that night.

  He nearly sprinted to Sam's boat, not out of anxiety, but excitement at seeing Morgan again. “Hey man.” He said hello to Sam, then started to go below to see Morgan.

  “Hey! So, your girl isn't going out with us?” Sam was
checking the fish well as he spoke.

  Kole spun around quickly and looked at Sam. When he asked what he was talking about, it all came out that Morgan either didn't show up or that Sam had somehow missed her when he was getting his boat ready.

  “Damn it!” He took his phone out and called Morgan. Something that he should have done that morning instead of calling Sam. After a few rings, Morgan answered.

  “Kole?” She answered, but the man could barely understand her.

  “Morgan, I'm sorry. Where are you?” He spoke loudly, but she too had trouble hearing him over the wind.

  “Kole? I'm on... boat! They said.... and we're.... soon....fish!” Her call was dropped, and Kole tried again to call her.

  “She lost service, shit! Sam!” He told his laid back friend what was going on, and Sam laughed at the bad luck that seemed to have followed Kole that day.

  “Calm down, dude, we'll find her. It would be easier if I knew who took her out, but either way, we'll find her.”

  *****

  “Look!!! It's huge!! I did it! I did it!” Morgan was jumping up and down as she tried to hold on to the monster Maui Maui. The battle to bring it in was one of the most exciting times she had ever had. Everyone around her congratulated her on the first fish of the day, and the boat captain took several pictures of her holding it as a keepsake for the young girl.

  Even without Kole there to show her, she had plenty of support from the crew. Of course, she thought they were all just being nice, but either way, they had gotten her all set up and her line had been the first in the water. They had also helped her with each catch, pretending to support the pole as she reeled.

  Once she had caught her third fish, she finally understood why people were willing to pay so much to fish from a charter boat. Shortly after they had arrived at their destination, one of the crew members mentioned that she wasn't on the reservation list. She explained briefly what had happened, and he told her that the cost for the day was seven hundred dollars. Morgan handed over her card and paid the fishing fee for the day.