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

by Brandi Ratliff

  She told him that the one bottle would have been fine, but thanked him again for getting her more 'options'. He had ran almost two blocks to the liquor store, then carried four bottles of wine with him as he ran back. She wasn't going to let his hard work go to waste so she grabbed two of the bottles and headed to the kitchen.

  He followed behind her and set them on the counter and when Morgan couldn't decide, he picked one for her and popped it open with ease. “Why, thank you,” Morgan grabbed the glass and brought it to her lips, then reconsidered. “Here's to a wonderful week with each other,” she held out her glass and he quickly toasted her back and agreed it was going to be a great week.

  By the time the first bottle was finished, Morgan had already decided she wouldn't be returning to Julianne. He was high-strung, but he was a lot of fun and even though taming the wild stallion was going to be a task and a half, she was looking forward to the challenge.

  “Have you ever been to the Keys?” Morgan leaned on the counter top, watching the muscles in his arms dance as he fumbled with the second cork.

  “You want to go?” Jake pulled the top off with a loud pop and poured Morgan another glass of wine.

  “I was just asking..” the girl laughed at his eagerness.

  “We'll go tomorrow!” The handsome man pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and disappeared from the room. Morgan shook her head back and forth and took a sip from her chilled beverage. When he returned a few minutes later, he had another big grin on his face.

  “Uh oh, what's that face mean?” She raised an eyebrow at the carefree guy.

  “Don't you listen?” Jake joked. “We're going to the Keys tomorrow.”

  “Are you serious?” She didn't think he had actually meant it when he said they'd go the next day. He nodded and told her they had a plane arranged for the morning to head over to the islands. He also added that the plane was scheduled for five AM.

  Morgan was thrilled, not about the five AM part, but excited to see something she had only ever visioned in pictures. After they both finished the second bottle of wine and the tired girl picked out her outfit for the next day, Morgan finally slipped into bed where Jake was more than happy to join her.

  “Ya look tired.” His tan hand brushed her cheek as a loud yawn escaped from her smiling lips. She apologized and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer for the kiss that they both had been waiting for. “No, not like this.” He pulled away and cursed under his breath. Cursed the wine for making her tired, and cursed missing his chance earlier. He also cursed himself for being selfish, and told her that she should get some rest. But once he settled in next to her and pulled her close to his side, the feel of her warm body crushed against his felt comforting, and he realized that he'd missed that feeling more than he thought possible.

  She nodded into his shoulder, more than willing to snuggle against him for the night, but she promised herself to make it up to him the next day.

  Morgan fell asleep before he did, but soon after, he passed out listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing.

  *****

  “Wake up!” A loud voice and the removal of her blanket shot Morgan straight up in the bed, and then back down again at the realization that her four AM wake up call had just happened. “No, no, no, get up!” Jake put his arms under her legs and back, then carried a giggling Morgan to the bathroom where he finally set her down. “Ten minutes, then I'm coming in after you.” The whirlwind of perfectly messy dark hair, and freshly showered skin, left her alone in the large bathroom with a time frame that would be impossible to manage.

  “Okay, I got this.” She yawned again and started the shower. If she didn't wash her hair, she might be able to pull it off. “What is with you and time frames?!” She yelled through the door before she stepped into the hot stream, but all she heard in return was laughter.

  Exactly ten minutes later, Morgan walked from the bathroom with a towel around her body, and her dry hair in a neat pony tail that hung down her bare back. She did manage a touch of makeup, not forgetting a light coat of lip gloss, and was on her way to the dresser to dig for her white bikini. Jake was on the side of the bed watching her every move.

  The feel of his eyes on her was nice, very nice, and she slowed her walk until she stood in front of the drawer that she knew held her bathing suit. The thought of having him before the day even started had caused a stir within her body, but the thought of teaching him to slow down and enjoy the moments that he may miss, was a whole other reason for her next move.

  With her back facing him, she opened her towel and dropped it to the floor around her. She heard his deep intake of breath as it hit the carpet around her feet. Morgan turned around slowly, boldly displaying her every beautiful attribute, and leaned back against the short dresser. “What were you saying about...time?” Her smile left nothing to the imagination, and neither did the slow erotic walk she took to stand in front of him. His first reaction to having her body inches from his face was to look down at his watch.

  “Uh, we can't....it's....we don't have time...”

  “Then I guess you'd better make it fast then, huh?” She reached for his hands that were still planted on the bed beside him and pulled him to his feet. “Take them off, Jake.” Morgan stepped back, hoping to see the prize behind his tan shorts as she nodded toward his mid section.

  “I can't...”

  “You can't...fuck me?” She stepped back and leaned once again on the furniture across from him.

  “Damn it!” His shorts were off of his body before he reached her, and she got a few seconds worth of a view, one that heated her body even more. “Turn around.” He was already spinning her to face the dresser, then put his large hand across her back as he pushed her upper body down on the cold wood. His gentle strength brought a moan from her lips that grew much louder when he pushed inside of her.

  “God you feel good!” He was so hard, like a man that hadn't felt release in years, and her body responded with a flood of heat that slid over his cock in a wave of absolute bliss. He moved quickly, thrusting hard inside of her tight body, until his breathing noticeably changed.

  “I'm sorry...shit...I'm...” His release took them both by surprise, but brought a smile to Morgan's lips that he could see in the mirror from behind her. “I hope that's a smile of pleasure.” His body still slightly pulsed inside of her as he watched her eyes meet his in the mirror.

  “Oh..it's very much from pleasure.” She pushed against him one last time before he withdrew. “The question is...can I expect more of that today?” She turned around to face him and was met with their first kiss, one that she knew would have changed things the night before if it would have happened earlier. His kiss was soft and slow, nothing like the frenzy that his body had created, and her need for more brought her body against his.

  He finally released her, but held her face in his palms, “you can expect a lot more of that.” When he let her go, it was with a reminder that they were five minutes behind schedule. Morgan's mind didn't acknowledge the time, it only cared about the whirlwind of desire that wouldn't be sated that morning.

  “That's fine, we'll keep your schedule, but don't act shocked if I climb on your lap and get me some more of this.....” she took his still hard cock into her hand and gently squeezed before letting go, “while we're on the plane.”

  “Morgan, I think you're going to shock me every minute of our time together.” He kissed her again before pulling on his pants and guiding her back to the drawer. “Get dressed, we're late.”

  Chapter Six

  When they finally made it down the stairs and Morgan admitted she couldn't leave without her camera, Jake had taken it upon himself to run all the way back up to the room to get it. They weren't even “behind schedule”, but in his mind, if they weren't twenty minutes early, then they were late.

  “Do you have everything now?” Jake opened the door to the waiting taxi and nearly pushed Morgan inside the back
seat.

  She gasped loud and brought her hands to her chest with wide eyes, “I forgo...”

  “Don't!” Jake put his hand over her mouth and Morgan licked the inside of his hand, in which he was quick to rub off on her shorts. Which also meant she was free to speak again.

  “Good thing I didn't forget anything else, I think you'd break my legs and throw me in the trunk!” They both laughed loudly and when the taxi driver gave them the hairy eye in the rear view mirror, Morgan was sure to tell him that they were completely kidding.

  The drive wasn't too long, but on the way there, Morgan got pictures of everything she saw. It wasn't the first time she had seen palm trees and gorgeous water, but it was Florida...they were different and needed to be photographed.

  “Really?” Jake put his hand up in front of his face to block her picture, but he was too slow and Morgan got a perfect picture of his profile.

  “Yep,” she swatted his hand away and got another, in which they both laughed at the stupid look on his face. When they pulled up to an electronic gate and Jake leaned out the window to speak to the little black box, Morgan first wondered if it was his placn, but he answered her question before she could ask.

  “My cousin,” he pointed toward the house, “owns these float planes. He's going to take us over to the Keys.”

  Of course, who doesn't have a float plane or two lying around? “Couldn't we have driven over there?” Morgan was excited about the trip, but a plane taking off and landing from the water made her a bit uneasy.

  “Well, yes, we could have done that,” Jake began.

  “But it takes less time to fly...” Morgan finished. Jake nodded and told her she was so cute with her big girl conclusions and applauded her sarcastically for catching on so quickly.

  “There will be no lap rides on the plane for you.” Morgan crossed her arms and looked out the opposite window as they made their way down the driveway. Pretending to be mad at the gorgeous man and when the taxi driver shot them another glare, Morgan burst out laughing and Jake joined in.

  After a brief meeting with Clyde, Jake's cousin, they were on the plane and in the air just on 'schedule', whatever arbitrary schedule that was. Morgan was convinced that he put the deadlines on himself just to have that control in his life, but she was going to break down those walls sure enough. Clyde didn't seem like the type of man who would have minded if they had shown up at six instead of five...not that she wanted to be late, but Jake had overreacted just a bit.

  Not long into their flight, the little islands started to become visible in the distance and Morgan gripped Jake's hands even tighter as they began to descend. “I'd like to have feeling in my fingers!” Jake yelled over the humming of the plane, but Morgan didn't acknowledge him. Instead, she pulled his hands to her chest and closed her eyes. Don't crash, don't crash, don't crash...

  When she opened them again, the little island that Jake had in mind grew larger and in seconds they were bumping along the surface of the water, gliding toward their private destination.

  “That wasn't so bad!” Morgan took a deep breath and released Jake's hands that had began turning blue. The man only smiled and pulled her in close to his side and kissed the top of her head. He loved how excited she was, and the fact she had been so nervous was really cute. He wasn't one to spend a lot of money on anything, so it was just as exciting for him, even though he had seen the keys at least a dozen times in the past few years.

  Her tan client jumped out of the plane first, then put his arms out for Morgan to jump. She hesitated at first, but she took the leap and he caught her gently and set her on the ground. “Thanks,” she told him and gave him a quick, teasing peck on the lips.

  Clyde told them he'd be back in two hours and the two of them watched the craft turn around, then glide across the water and back up into the air with ease. When he disappeared from sight, Morgan turned back around to look at the little island. Not a person in sight...just the way she liked it.

  The first order of business was to take off her wet sandals, the second was to drop to the ground and dig her toes into the white powdery sand. “Ah, I could totally live right here for the rest of my life.” She leaned back on her elbows and raised her head to the sky as the warm air blew over her body.

  A large shadow put an end to her sun bathing, and a large hand put an end to her lounging as Jake pulled her to her bare feet. “So, you want to go to bed early, sleep in late, and lay around when we get here? Not gonna happen, lady.” He laughed and pulled her with him as he trekked through the smooth palm trees, heading toward the center of the small oasis.

  “Do you ever rest? You have to get tired some....” her words stopped when she saw the most unexpected thing. “Oh my god....wow....” she stopped short of walking right up to the main attraction. “He's beautiful!” The large loggerheard sea turtle looked up at her as she spoke, then looked away again as he enjoyed the shade of the surrounding trees. “Why is he here? Don't they live in the water?” She was tempted to touch the four foot long giant, but kept a safe distance-just in case.

  “Yeah, that's the crazy thing. Me and my cousin saw him here years ago, and he's usually here when we come back.” He walked closer and squatted down slowly next to him. “We call him, Stoner,” she looked at him quickly with brows raised for an explanation, “oh, nothing like that,” he laughed, “the first time we saw him, I thought it was a big rock and nearly sat on the guy. Clyde just called him Stone, then somehow it turned into, Stoner.” Jake stood again and pulled Morgan's camera from her bag. “Here, you'll kick yourself if you don't get at least four hundred pictures of him.” She jabbed him with her elbow, but it was true, she was so enamored by the creature's beauty that she might have forgotten to take her camera out.

  Quite a bit less than four hundred pictures later, but Jake would probably have argued the true figure, she said goodbye to the gentle giant and let Jake lead her to the other side of the island. As they came to the opening that led them to an identical view of the other side, Jake turned and took the girl into his arms.

  “Hmmm.... please tell me that I'm in for another one of your toe curling kisses.” She smiled as he pulled her against him, then laughed when she felt her shorts being pulled down her legs. “You really don't waste time, do you?!” She kicked the shorts, and bikini bottom, from her ankles and helped the process by removing the rest of her clothes.

  “Damn...,” he held her at arm's length and his eyes caressed every inch of her naked body, “no, I don't waste time...but I also know how to make the most of the time I have.” He dropped to the sand and brought her close to his face that was level with her chest. As his warm lips brushed against her soft skin, his hand moved slowly from her waist to the inside of her thigh. Morgan closed her eyes as his hand moved closer to her center, and the reality of their carnal needs being met outdoors, surrounded by nature's beauty, felt just as amazing as his finger closing in on her most sensitive area.

  His long finger slid easily along her pink skin, and his body tightened at the sigh of pleasure that came from the beautiful girl. “That's nice.” She put one leg over his shoulder as he reached around her body and held her bottom for support.

  “Fuck, you're wet.” Her slick warm skin eagerly invited his finger and she pushed against his hand and he slid all the way inside of her. The morning had left her wanting more, but it wasn't the sole reason for his discovery.

  Her breathy response was almost too low for him to hear. “That's what happens when you have sex...then run out before a girl has time to...fix herself.”

  “This is from us?” He kept moving his hand with delicious torture, slowly feeling her tight walls close around his finger.

  “Mhmmm.” Her strained voice was a warning to stop asking questions, but he did get his confirmation. Feeling her wet body, knowing that she had been that way since they left the hotel, made the man want her even more.

  His lips found her breast again and her uninhibited s
ounds of pleasure made him pull her to the ground. She was so eager, and so very wet, which made the plunge inside of her body almost too much to bear. “Stop!” She arched her back and brought him deeper, pulling on his wide shoulders to keep moving. Morgan's need for release had built over several hours, and she couldn't resist letting him know what she wanted. “Baby, slow down.” His words were tight in his chest as he tried to pull out of her, but her legs gripped his ass as a very clear 'no' escaped her lips.

  “Fuck, Morgan...” his senses exploded beyond his failed control, and he dropped his face to her shoulder, as he pushed deep inside of her. Morgan held him tight against her as she felt his body throb inside of her, and the heat from his release filled her.

  Their surroundings came alive again, the sounds of the surf crashing against itself, the birds that stood sentry in the tall trees, and the soft sound of the palm leaves dancing in the wind. “Sorry.” Morgan's smile didn't look very sorry, but he kissed her nose as he pulled out of her, and smiled as he pulled her to her feet.

  “No, I'm sorry....I'm the one that has now left you...uh...in that condition....twice.” He also promised to make it up to her later, if she could control herself long enough to allow him to.

  She nodded and told him she'd hold him to that promise, but her body nearly screamed for him to take care of her right then. It was with reluctance, that she hoped he hadn't noticed, that she agreed to a little more sightseeing.

  They walked around the island again and Morgan enjoyed taking pictures of every kind of bird, lizard and unusual insect that Jake pointed out to her. It also became clear that not only did he run successful nightclubs and balanced a busy life with work and friends, he also loved nature and knew a lot about it. She also realized that even though they were in solitude on their own little island, Morgan could still see that he wasn't going to calm down any time soon.