Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 (32 page)

They
walked off the elevator together, through the lobby and outside, into
the warm Nevada sun. It was March, so it wasn't
too
warm, but
it was certainly nice in comparison to Europe's weather. She was also
looking forward to Tee-fuckin-he-tee, but at the same time, she was
sad that she'd have to leave her friends again.
Oh, stop it. It's
too soon for that shit.
Morgan swung her hand and his went with
it, then she turned around to face him, her smile that he loved
spread across her whole face.

“Where
to first?”

“Anywhere
you want to...fookin' hell, Angel again,” Finlay let go of
Morgan's hand and stuck it in his pocket to retrieve his ringing
phone. Instead of answering it though, he sent a quick text and
shoved it deep inside his pocket once more. “I just told him
I'm playing some slots. Ye know how he kept a big piece of
information from ye, not telling ye I was here?” Morgan nodded.
“ Aye, well, I'm just doin' the same thing now.”

Morgan
giggled and grabbed Finlay's hand again as they started to walk
again. “How long are we going to let this go on?” She
knew she couldn't keep it up much longer without Angel getting the
police involved.

“Whenever
Clayton lets me know that he can't hold him oot any longer,”
Fin smiled down at Morgan and wrapped his hand around her waist, then
pulled her close against his body. Suddenly, Finlay smiled down at
her with an idea. “Ye know how to play poker?”

“
Ah,
I know a little bit.” Morgan smiled back.
After playing with
my Gran for fourteen years, I definitely know a thing or two.
The
two of them walked a bit further down the sidewalk, then walked into
a casino that was three down from the Shaw;s. It was a safe distance
from Angel and the two didn't have to worry about them looking there.

“
Pick
yer table.”

*****

“Yo.
Muthafuckin' Play Doh!” Angel stomped into Shaw Casino,
announcing himself loudly to anyone listening. If Finlay had no idea
where Morgan was, that only left one logical option. Clayton. The
fact he'd been ignoring Angel's phone calls had only added to his
stress level because he wasn't able to actually confirm Morgan was
with him. Until he saw her, panic mode was still activated.

Angel
did a few circles of the large casino floor, calling out their names.
“Morgan! Clayton!” He didn't find either of them and went
back to the front, Cedric following silently behind. Angel went up
to the first person he saw, which was actually
Dick,
as Morgan
called him. “Hmm. Mr. I Need a Tweeze,” Angel pointed at
the man's nose, who had one long hair sticking out, then continued on
with his question. “Clayton Shaw. I need him. Now. Bring him to
me.” When the man didn't move, Angel snapped his fingers.
“Let's go, Boo. Ain't nobody got time for this.”

Of
course, Clay had already known of his arrival, as he'd been watching
the security camera in his office. As soon as the two men had entered
the building, he'd sent Finlay the text. By the time he saw Morgan
and Finlay leaving in the hotel lobby cam, he saw Angel passing the
same slot machine for the third time in one of the main floor cams.
Clay had laughed to himself as he watched Angel look underneath
chairs as if Morgan would be there.

“Who
are you?” Nose Hair asked.

“No,
see. You need to bring me Clay-Clay.” Angel clapped his hands
together and rocked on his heels. “We got some shit to talk
about. Wait! You're the dude who took us to our hotel. My Sticky
Buns.. the girl who was in the car yesterday, long blonde hair, big
titties.... Morgan fuckin' Holland. I know your ass remembers!”

“I
remember.” He was suddenly interested, knowing Clayton thought
highly of the woman he'd
arrested
a week before.

“Angel,”
Clay's voice rang out beside them and Angel let out a long breath of
air, along with Cedric. “What brings you here? Where's Morgan?”

Fuck.
Me. My boo is gone.

Chapter
Six

“
Ye
know ye can't be putting yer wee hands on me like that. No' here.”
Morgan giggled as she inched her hand up even more on his leg. The
restaurant wasn't that busy, and she knew that her hand was hidden
under the red tablecloth that draped almost a foot over the small
wooden table. They'd only gone in for a few drinks... but Morgan had
decided on another appetizer as her winning poker streak had worked
her over.
“I know no such thing, Finlay Campbell,”
she teased. “In fact, if I remember correctly, you used to hold
my hand right... about … here.. when we went out in Scotland.”
She had moved all the way up, and ran one slender finger across his
hardened length.
Finlay reached down and cleared his throat softly
as he stopped her finger from moving.

“
Aye,
that's true enough. But I'm a little more... worked up as ye would
say.. to deal with your wee hand on me as of now.” Morgan
leaned in and put her head on his shoulder as she whispered softly
against his shirt.
“One of these days,” her words
gently floated to his ears as he leaned in to hear her, “I'll
make you come in public.” She broke from his grip and moved her
entire palm against him. A deep moan came from his chest as she
brought her fingers almost around him entirely.
Finlay raised his
arm for the server and Morgan quickly sat up and put her hand back on
her own lap. He took several bills from his pocket and handed them to
her, then put his arm around Morgan. She wanted to ask what the rush
was, not to mention the fact that she was missing out on some
seriously amazing looking desserts.
He led them back outside of
the restaurant and grabbed her hand as he started walking. “Can
I ask where you're dragging me?” She laughed as she tried to
keep up, but he just kept walking. “Fin.. slow down.. I'm in
heels!” She did an awkward hop and he finally stopped and faced
her. “Thank you. Now, where are we going in such a hurry?”
“To
the first place I find with a bed.” He squeezed her hand again
and looked around, then smiled as his head lifted to take in the high
casino across the street. “Let's go.”
“We have
a room... we can..”
“Waiting for a cab,” he
waved as two cars stopped to let them cross, “driving five
miles,” he pulled her gently as they crossed the busy street
and stepped back up onto the sidewalk, “and waiting through all
this traffic? No... I'll have ye now.” She laughed as they
marched into the front lobby, and he never let go of her hand while
he checked them into their new room for the afternoon.
“Finlay,
you're crazy!” He put the card into the door and kicked it open
as he pulled her into the room.
“Aye.” He took her
bag from her hand and dropped it to the floor, then pulled her
sweater from her body. She took over and pulled her tight jeans down,
and he took the moment to remove his clothes quickly. “Put yer
hand on my again.” He backed her to the wall with his legs and
held himself just far enough away. Morgan's entire body responded to
his demand, and she reached out with one hand and wrapped her fingers
around him. Finlay's head went back as she squeezed him tightly and
moved along his entire length. “Tighter.” She brought
her fingers together even more, and he moaned loudly as she began to
move her hand more quickly, never loosening her grip.
She brought
her other hand down and cupped him underneath while she kept the same
rhythm that was making him breathe heavy against the top of her head.
His hands stayed on the wall beside her shoulders and she could feel
the power of his immense size surround her entire body. “Ye
want me to come, Love?” His words were so strained that she
thought she may have already gone too far.
“No.” She
let go quickly and put her hands to her sides. Finlay reached down
and put his hands on her bra, then quickly ripped the material from
her body and threw it across the room. He grabbed her hands and
walked backwards until they reached the bed.
“Take 'em off
and spread yer legs for me.” Morgan looked down at her pink
panties, and pulled them off quickly. She sat down and moved back to
the center, then leaned back on her elbows as she spread her legs.
“So fookin' beautiful.” His chest moved in large waves as
he looked at her, and his cock bounced as he leaned his knee on the
bed to join her. “Roll over.” She slowly turned to her
side, then her stomach, and Finlay grabbed her thighs and pulled them
apart.
Morgan dropped her head to the bed when she felt his mouth
between her legs, his tongue filling her with just a tease of what
she wanted. Finlay brought his hand to his mouth and licked his
thumb, then told Morgan to relax. His hand moved gently across her
ass, and to her overly sensitive and forbidden area. She moved
quickly but he held her leg tightly.
“Relax, Love. Just
feel me.” His wet thumb slowly moved over her, circling and
caressing her tight opening. “That's it.. relax for me.”
He moved back and watched as his thumb gently pushed inside of her,
then back out. “I won't hurt ye.” Morgan let out a long
breath and tried to relax. “Once again, he slowly moved his
thumb into her ass, and she moaned quietly as his mouth came over her
clit again.
She moved slightly at the feel of his tongue, and his
thumb went deeper inside of her. The sensation of the overpowering
feeling brought a wave of heat and moisture through her body, and he
moaned against her, knowing what she liked. His tongue moved faster
and he pushed just a little more inside of her. Morgan moaned loudly
and pushed against him, taking even more. She started to come and he
brought his other hand up and pushed two fingers inside of her
quickly. Her walls tightened hard around his hand, and he groaned
deeply as her loud calls of passion made his entire body harden with
need.
When her grip began to ease, he pulled out of her and
turned her over. The look on his face would be unforgettable, the way
his eyes were glazed with feverish desire, and the smile on his face
that held satisfaction, yet no humor. He kissed her deeply and their
tongues danced violently as he raised his body and entered her. He
didn't hold back as his thrusts were hard and deep. Morgan's head
thrashed to the side as he raised his body even more and brought her
legs around his shoulders.
Several more thrusts and he buried
himself deep within her body as his passion exploded against her
clenching walls.
Morgan had stepped one toe into a new world, a
world that she hoped to learn more of with one, Finlay Campbell.

*****

“
That's
it, I'm calling the po-lice!” Angel paced back and forth
quickly. Finlay didn't have her. Clayton didn't have her. He ran his
hand through his hair as a few tears streamed down his cheek. Nobody
knew where she was and it was all his fault.

“
They
have laws, Angel. She's not a missing person until...”

“
She's
muthafuckin' missing and she's a muthafuckin' person!” Clayton
pressed his finger to his lips in a
shh
fashion, asking if
Angel would lower his voice, especially since his casino was starting
to pick up business.

“
Let
me think for a second.” Clayton didn't have to think about
anything...he just had to tell Finlay that Angel was starting to get
restless.

*****

“
Bloody
hell.” Finlay rolled over and reached down to his pants on the
floor. “Seems Clay can't hold the wee one much longer.”
Morgan put her leg across his thighs and cuddled as closely as she
could to his long warm body.

“Hmmm....
I guess it's time, huh?” She closed her eyes and took in his
scent while she waited for the inevitable answer.

“Aye.”

“I
love that word.” She would never understand why 'aye' sounded
so perfect coming from him.

“I
love...,”

“Fin.”
She reached up, eyes still closed, and tried to put her hand over
his mouth. She missed.

“Ye
poked yer wee finger right in my eye!” Fin brought his hand to
his face and rolled in the opposite direction. Morgan immediately
started to laugh, but did her best to hide it.

“I'm..
sorry.. really...,” she couldn't hold it in, and the giggles
consumed her as she tried to get him to move his hand. Finlay rolled
over quickly and pushed Morgan to her back, holding her down with
most of his weight.

“You'll
not stop me from sayin' it. I love you, Morgan Holland. Aye?”
She kissed him quickly and looked into his eyes.

“I
love...” she paused, “that word.” He brought his
hands down and dug his fingers into her ribs, making her squirm to
the point of nearly hurting the man who was inflicting the tickle
fest.