He rolled on top of her and propped himself on his elbows, then brought his mouth back to her hard wet nipple. He swirled his tongue around the very tip holding his lips closed, then he opened his mouth enough for a quick intake of air. “Oh my god!” She arched against him as his cool breath floated across her wet skin, the sensation caused white hot pulses of desire to rush to her center, and she squeezed her legs around his ass.
He knew she would like that, and he slowly warmed her again with his mouth, then opened again for the air to glide over her hardened area. He smiled and playfully ran his teeth across her as he started to sit up.
“Fuck!” She grabbed his head and brought him back to her chest. “Don't stop! God don't stop!” She squeezed his ass with her strong legs and pulled him against her. She could feel his monster cock against her thigh, and she reached down and wrapped her fingers completely around him. Her reaction made his dick jerk against her leg and he pushed down against her soft skin.
Kole took her nipple into his mouth again and used his teeth just as he did earlier, but combed the cool air with the sweet sensation that he was already bringing her. Morgan had never felt anything so intense and her body begged for one delicious touch that welcome sheer ecstasy.
She moved her hand along his shaft quickly to match her own desire, and he grabbed her hand without moving his lips from her breast. When he let go, she grabbed him again and ran her encircled fingers along his length again.
“Baby, you're going to have to stop.” He was breathing heavy and he dropped his forehead to her chest. “I can't fucking last when you do that.” He pulled his lower body away from her thigh to help slow his desire.
“Touch me, make me come.” She pushed her body against his and sighed helplessly when she didn't find what she was looking for.
His own release would come soon if he allowed her wet lips to touch him, and he moved down the bed quickly as he stared into her face. “I'll touch you.” His eyes never left hers as he ran his tongue across her little hard clit, flicking slowly until she arched her back and raised against his mouth.
“Faster!” She put her head back and raised her arms to the sides of her pillow. Her body met every movement of his tongue. “Yes! Fuck!” Her thighs came together and her body pulsed with each delicious release that flowed through her.
“Spread your legs.” Morgan moaned loudly and opened her legs wide. Kole moved up her body quickly and thrust himself inside of her. The feel of her wet walls closing around him with the last strong waves of climax, offered him only seconds before tremors of passion took over and consumed his entire body.
Chapter Eleven
Morgan yawned quietly and looked over at Kole, smiling at how content he looked with the blanket nearly covering his entire face. She stared at him for several moments before slowly getting out of bed, trying not to wake him too soon.
She grabbed her laptop on the way to the bathroom, and shut the door behind her. “Well, let's see what we have.” Morgan had slipped from bed the night before and checked the database, only to discover that it was down at the time. She had sent Julianne another message telling her that she couldn't log on, and she hoped that the problem was fixed. Then again, she thought, it would be nice if she couldn't fly out that day so that she could spend a little more time with Kole.
“Damn.” The database opened and dozens of men appeared before her. There was also a message from her boss in the notes section. She clicked off the page, and opened her messages. Morgan, I have a man looking for companionship for the weekend. It would only be Friday through Monday. It's up to you of course, but let me know either way so that I can offer him to the other girls. You will find his profile first on the list. Julianne.
“Okay, let me take a peek at Mister Stop and Go.” She clicked on the first page and looked at a man who stared back at her with a wicked smile that dared her to look at his shirtless toned body. “Oh, so it's like that, is it?” She giggled at the horndog on the screen and agreed to a long weekend with the macho man.
Morgan tiptoed back into the room to grab her phone from the nightstand and took it back into the bathroom with her. She sent a quick text to Julianne, Looks like I'm going to Rio to see Gio. She figured Julianne wouldn't find the humor in her text, but Morgan giggled quietly in the bathroom.
“Giovani Mateus,” Morgan said her next client's name out loud, hoping she hadn't completely slaughtered the pronunciation. She told herself she would just wait for him to introduce himself before she went around name calling. She then thought of Finlay and how he would probably get a laugh out of her choosing a client she couldn't pronounce.
“See you later.” Morgan closed her laptop and carried it back into the bedroom, setting it on top of her smaller luggage bag.
“Kole,” she placed a knee on the bed and leaned forward so she could whisper in his ear. “Kole,” she tried again. Nothing. Why am I whispering? She put her hand to his muscular arm and pushed it gently, saying his name for a third time. The gorgeous man slowly opened his eyes, and immediately smiled at the sight of Morgan at his side.
“Morning angel.” He smiled up at her, but his happy expression faded almost just as quickly when the realization of morning hit him. Fuck, you're leaving! his mind screamed at him and he sat up in bed. “How long?”
“You make it sound like I'm dying,” she shook her head and sat down on the bed next to him. “I don't know yet, but I'm sure Julianne will be sure to write me back soon.”
They sat in bed together for a while longer, then Kole decided to help Morgan pack the few things she hadn't already put away. A fresh bag of laundry from two nights prior still needed to be put away so he took care of that while she gathered her beauty items from the bathroom.
When everything was stowed away, Morgan suggested they get a last breakfast together, although she left out the last part, they both thought it. When they got downstairs, Angela had already prepared their favorites, knowing they would likely make an appearance.
“Oh, I love you! Thank you!” Morgan sat down at the bar and grabbed one of the hot blueberry muffins from the little red plate. Kole on the other hand, had a volcano of scrambled eggs with molten cheese oozing from every crevice. “You know me so well already!” She was thrilled that Angela was working the buffet in the lounge instead of in the kitchen as her friend thought she had been scheduled to work.
“Well, duh! You've been so good to me girl, the least I can do is find you some damn muffins.” Angela leaned in closer and in a secretive voice, she told Morgan the muffins were store bought and thrown in the microwave.
“You can't tell the difference,” Morgan waved a muffin in the air, speaking through a mouthful of crumbs.
“Thanks Ange,” Kole was already halfway through his eggs before Morgan finished her first bite. Morgan looked at the two of them and for a moment, she envied both of her friends; for after that day, they would still see each other.
The three spent the rest of their breakfast hour talking about the luau, helicopter ride and how things were between Angela and Kala; which according to her, things were fantastic.
Just as Morgan pushed the plate away from herself, the familiar jazz tune of her phone echoed loudly in the near empty bar. Morgan didn't have to look at her phone to know who had texted her and neither did Kole. His sigh of displeasure made her regret having to check the message.
“My flight leaves at eleven.” Morgan slid the phone into her back pocket and looked back to her plate. She couldn't bear making eye contact with either of her friends.
“Wait, eleven tonight? Or eleven...an hour and a half from now.....eleven?” Kole asked. He and Angela hoped for the latter of the two.
Morgan lifted her head and raised the inside of her eyebrows together with a matching frown that gave them her answer; the hour-and-a-half-from-now eleven.
After a promise she'd be back down in five minutes, Morgan and Kole left the bar to retrieve her bags from the room. When
they got back to the lobby Angela was already crying again.
“Honey, don't cry,” Morgan wrapped her arms around the girl and Angela nearly squeezed the breath of her when she returned the hug.
“Okay, get out of here,” Angela stood back up and shooed Morgan away with both hands. Both girls laughed and Morgan took a step forward and wiped a line of black mascara from the pretty girls face.
“Bye. Take care of yourself, and take care of Kala.” Without another word, Morgan looked at Kole and the two of them walked outside to meet the valet.
In twenty minutes, they were at the airport. The ride there had been quiet, but Kole held her hand just like the night before, which comforted Morgan more than she could have asked for.
As they pulled into a drop-off parking space, Morgan assumed she would just get out and be on her way like she had with her previous clients-with the exception of Sean-but when her hand reached for the handle on the door, Kole stopped her.
“Close your eyes,” he told her. Morgan gave him a questioning look. What else could there be? “One last time?”
Morgan put her palms to her face, smiling with anticipation. “Okay, look.” She slowly lowered her hands, but when she saw what he held, her hands quickly went over her mouth to silence the noise that she would have made.
“You said you'd think of me when you saw a coconut, right?”
Morgan nodded slowly and took the charm from between his thumb and forefinger. It was a white gold coconut, matching the other fish, with a light brown center and tiny white 'hairs' across the surface. She had fought all morning to stop the tears, but at that moment, she no longer had control. They flowed freely down her cheeks as he clasped the little charm between the sheep and Maui Maui.
“Thank you, Kole! Thank you so much, it's beautiful! I will think of you, always!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and they shared a long kiss before climbing out of the car. Kole told her again how special she was, and he couldn't wait until Christmas. They both joked that the countdown wouldn't go fast enough as they walked through the double doors of the airport.
When they entered the lobby, Morgan lost her composure for the second time. In a large group stood her big family. 'Ele, Kala, and the rest of Kole's brothers and sisters had all gathered at the airport to see her off. There was also a face she didn't recognize, but at the same time, looked incredibly familiar. The man stood shorter and more stout than Kala, but the two men could have passed for brothers. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but it was clearly longer than his son's, but just as curly.
The tears continued to flow as Morgan was introduced to Bane, Kole's father. He was just as sweet and tender as 'Ele and Morgan could understand how they had raised such incredible men.
“'Ele, Bane, it has been such a pleasure meeting you both. You have a wonderful family, and I honestly cannot wait to see you all again!” Morgan held a hand from each of them as she spoke. Bane told her that he had heard so much about her, and told her that his family was her family. Morgan thanked them both and gave 'Ele a final hug. She wanted to hug Bane as well, but he refused, not wanting to give her the bug he was getting over.
Morgan then said goodbye to Kole's sisters and brothers, but pulled Kala aside for a more private conversation. She reached down into her purse and pulled out an envelope. Inside was three-thousand dollars that she had planned on giving to Kole to give to Angela, but seeing Kala, she thought he was a better option.
“I want you to give this to Angela. Tell her to get her ass out of that hotel and find herself a home.” Kala nodded, slowly taking the envelope from her hand. “And Kala? Take care of her, okay?” He nodded again and Morgan gave him a hug before returning to Kole's side.
She looked at his sad eyes, and in that moment, she realized she had fallen in love with another client. I love all of them. Each in their own way, but I love them.
“Goodbye, Kole.”
“Not goodbye...” Kole corrected her.
Morgan smiled and in unison, they finished the sentence, “see you later.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head for a few seconds, then slowly released her.
She grabbed her bags and began walking toward the front counter, then turned around once more. “See you all later!” Morgan blew a kiss to the family and set on her way.
*****
When Morgan was settled onto the plane, she reached into her bag and pulled out the pink book of memories. She slid the picture of Kole on the helicopter into its four corner place holders and pulled out her blue pen.
Kole Vaki,
Young gentleman with an old soul. Sweeter than sugar and hung like a Wooly Mammoth. I can't wait until Christmas!
Morgan put her scrapbook back into her bag and took several cleansing breaths to stop herself from crying again. It was that exact moment that she realized how very lucky she was to have known each man thus far. She carried them in her heart, and she knew that with her income and ability to travel, she would never be too far from any of them. I'll see you soon, Kole. She smiled as she closed her eyes. Next stop, Brazil.
Brazil
Book Seven
Chapter One
“Delayed?” Morgan looked up at the flight tracker and saw that her connecting flight from Houston to Brazil had been postponed for three hours. “Shit, I'm going to get in so late!” She leaned against the cool brick wall and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.
She wished that she had Giovani's number so she could call him and warn him of her late arrival, but just decided to text Julianne instead. Hi Julianne. Please contact Gio and let him know my flight is delayed. I should arrive around midnight.
“There, that's settled,”she nodded her head and began walking away from her terminal. With a few hours to kill, she decided it would be spent exploring the airport. She passed by gift shops, fast food, book stores and even vending machines that held cell phones, headphones and iPods. “Weird.”
After a quick look at an airport map, she saw there was a restaurant that served New Orleans style cuisine near her terminal. “Now that sounds good!”
She made a turn at the next intersection, then another and finally she came to the escalator that led to Bubba's Bayou Grill. The outside of the restaurant looked like a broken down shack that you'd see right on the bayou of Louisiana. It was rustic, and purposely tattered with relics of southern culture plastered on every corner of the building. Morgan took her camera out and took a few shots of the dilapidated boats, fishing nets, plastic blue crabs and fish mounts, then the life size alligator that greeted her at the door.
“How cool!” She had never seen anything like it at another airport. But then again, this is Texas. She sat herself in the bar and took in the spicy aroma of Cajun cuisine in the air, mixed with the sweet scent of fruity alcoholic beverages. After a quick look at the drink menu, she decided on a Hurricane. All she knew was that it was blue and it looked delicious.
“So what do you recommend?” Morgan asked the young bartender as she prepared her drink.
“Oh...well. Are y'all from around here?” the woman returned Morgan's question with another question.
“No,” Morgan smiled and shook her head. It had already felt like years since she had lived in Ohio.
“Alright then, I'm going to get you a little sample of somethin' and see if ya like it.” The girl's southern accent came through strong in her words. It was soothing to Morgan. Along with the lilt of the Scottish and Irish tongue, she loved the southern twang too.
Morgan nodded her head and waited with anticipation of what the bartender would bring her. Not even five minutes later, she returned with a little fried piece of something on a toothpick. “What is it?” she took the bite when it was handed to her.
“Don'tcha worry, just try it, hun,” the girl directed. Morgan gave her a skeptical look and the bartender leaned forward on her elbows and gave her a nod of encouragement. Morgan popped the bite into her mouth.
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p; “Oh...oh, my.....what...is..” Morgan spoke between chews. “This,” she pointed to her full cheek, “is so good!”
“That's a gator nugget,” the girl finally told her. Morgan nearly spit the bite out from surprise. Gator? As in....alligator? She had never heard of anyone ever eating the big lizards, but one thing she knew, she had just fallen in love with the little morsels.
She ordered a whole platter of the bites, along with a side of grilled shrimp. By the time her platters arrived, her sweet blue drink was finished, and she ordered another to wash down the spicy meal.
“Thank you,” Morgan slid her signed receipt back to the bartender and excused herself from the bar when she was finished. Over her meal, she had realized that she never called Finlay back and that was next on her order of business. When she got back to her terminal, she found a comfy spot in the corner and pulled out her cell phone.
“Okay Finny-Fin,” Morgan pressed the green call button and watched his picture appear on the front before she put it up to her ear. Voice mail. Really? She gathered her thoughts and after the beep, she left a short message. “Hey Fin. I'm on a delay to Brazil, thought I'd give you a call. Guess I'll talk to you later.”
She hung up and sat back in the chair, bringing her knees to her chest like a teenager on their bed. At that moment, she was happy she had opted for comfortable clothing, and even happier she was going from a warm place to a warm place. Although, she had learned her lesson on her first trip and always carried a jacket in her carry-on bag...just in case.
She scrolled through her phone's contacts again and stopped at the T's. Tanner was next in line for a phone call.
“Morgan!” Oh, that sexy Australian voice. She knew that the body matching the voice was even sexier.
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