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

by Brandi Ratliff

  Sean also watched as the owner of the voice appeared. “Finlay? What the fook are ye doing here, mate?”

  Chapter Five

  Oh my God! Holy shit! What the fuck is he doing here? Finlay's here, oh my God! What do I do? Okay, just act natural. But he looks so good. He's so...wet. No! He's here to take me away! Or take Sean away! Bastard! Stupid, bully, bastard! No! He's going to tell Julianne and I'm going to get fired. Getting fired makes me sad...Morgan's thoughts ran a million miles an hour and the two men stopped talking to look at her when she stomped her foot down into a puddle, splashing both of them. Not that it mattered, all three of them were already soaked to the bone.

  “No mate, not goin' ta happen,” Sean directed his attention back to Finlay, responding to a question Morgan had missed. Finlay had spent the last two hours standing outside of Sean's door. Every minute he stood there had made him more angry and when it had begun to rain, that sent him over the edge. There was no turning back. In his mind, he was going to get Sean to go to the job site and he would have Morgan to himself again.

  “Can we at least go inside?” Finlay took a deep breath and asked.

  “Ayeeeeeee mate!” Sean's voice sounded over a loud crack of lighting. He fumbled with the keys for a moment, but Finlay took over and easily slid the key into the lock.

  You son of a bitch. Morgan followed Sean into the house and gave Finlay a pursed-lip, narrow-eyed glare as she walked past him. Finlay slammed the door behind him to prove a point and Morgan shot him another look before stomping down the hallway to Sean's room.

  “Grrrrrrrr! I can't believe he's here! He's in Ireland! He came to Ireland! Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard!” Morgan pulled her wet shirt over her head, cursing Finlay the whole time. Her pants were next. Her hips wiggled back and forth as she tried ungluing her soaked jeans from her skin. When they got to her ankles, she leaned on the dresser and used her feet to push the jeans the rest of the way off. Next came her panties and bra. She walked out of the room, completely naked, and down the hallway to the bathroom to grab a towel.

  She retrieved a fluffy blue towel and paused in the hallway when she heard their voices. Finlay's was louder than Sean's and it was clear what his intentions were. “It's not something Roger can decide, I need ye oot there now.”

  Morgan didn't even wait to hear Sean's reply. She stormed back into the room and slammed the door, harder than Finlay had slammed the front one. She was drunk, that much was true. But more than that, she was livid. She couldn't remember a time where she felt so angry. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her hands shook as she dug through her luggage back.

  “No. Not that. No. Uh-uh!” She was throwing shirts around the bedroom, trying to find something sexy. “Perfect!” It wasn't sexy, but it would get the point across. She went over to Sean's closet and pulled a hooded sweater from the doorknob and slid it over her head, then threw on a pair of shorts.

  After a quick wringing and combing of her hair, she made her way back out to the living room. The room spun around her, but she staggered her way over to Sean. She felt Finlay's eyes on her back and she was going to make him pay. She trailed her fingers over Sean's chest, to his shoulder, then across his back as she circled his chair. Sean grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her in for a hard kiss and she fell over to his lap, but continued the kiss. She made it last as long as she could, but when the kiss ended, Morgan was happy to see Finlay had his head buried in his hands. Seeing her kiss his best friend was more than he could handle. He also knew she was doing it on purpose, which made it even worse.

  “Are ye done?” Finlay finally looked up when he didn't hear their lips smacking any longer.

  “Nope,” Morgan flashed Finlay a big smile and pulled Sean in for another kiss. When she made her point, she wanted to push it further. “Who are you?” She pointed a finger at him, but it wasn't even near his actual location.

  “My name is Finlay, lass,” he told her.

  “Finlay. Fin. Fin, Fin. Finny-Fin-Fin,” Morgan mocked him. “Why are you here Sir Fins-a-lot?”

  Finlay shook his head, and the frustration was evident on his face. He didn't want to play her game, but he had no choice. “I'm here to get my mate back to the job site because he needs to...”

  “Mate! Ha, ha, ha, ha!” Morgan theatrically laughed. “Hey Sean,” Morgan 'whispered', but even the neighbors could have heard her, “you're my mate.” She poked a finger to his chest and let it trail up to his chin and kissed him again. “Can you make your friend leave so we can go mate. C'mon, Seaaaaan, let's go mate!”

  Sean brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her repeatedly, trailing up to her arm, to her elbow, then kissed her shoulder. “Really, Finlay, would you leave this?” Sean's question felt like a bullet in Finlay's chest, but he didn't show any sign of how bad it had stung. Drunk Morgan registered the irony thirty seconds later and covered her mouth to stop the impending giggles. Yes! He would! He did! You did, Finlay! You left me for your stupid job!

  “Well, yer obviously drunk, so just sleep it off and come by in the morning, aye?” Finlay tried once more. Neither of the intoxicated duo noted that Finlay spoke through clenched teeth.

  “I've got her allllll week, Finlay. Notta chance, mate. Roger....” Morgan interrupted Sean's sentence with another mouth invasion. “Can take care of anything,” he finished when Morgan let up.

  “Make him leave, Sean. I need you, now,” Morgan ran her finger across his jawline, making him look at her. His crooked smile spread across his face and he slid his hand under her shirt and up her back. His cold fingers against her skin gave her goosebumps and she shivered under his touch, but curved her back against his hand for more.

  Being clear that Finlay wasn't going to leave with a simple no, Morgan knew the best way to get him out of the house. She didn't care anymore. Finlay came there there to take Sean away from her, and that was messing with her income. Finlay chose work over her and she was going to show him that because of his choice, she was going to be with Sean, and she'd fuck him right in front of Finlay if she had to. He could leave at any moment, but she was going to make that moment sooner than later.

  Morgan changed her focus and pretended as if Finlay wasn't even in the room. She sat up and repositioned herself to where she straddled Sean's lap, facing him. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her ass, pulling her closer and if they hadn't been caught up in the moment, they could have heard the groan from the other side of the room from a defeated Mr. Campbell.

  “Sean? Sean!” Finlay tried to get his friend's attention but Sean wasn't responding. Morgan's hoodie was half-way up her back and the sight of her silky-white skin drove him mad. He knew what her skin felt like under his hands, like warm silk. It should have been his hands on her. With each kiss, touch, and especially when Sean's hand slid under the back of Morgan's waistband, Finlay was one step closer from spilling the whole story.

  I can't do that to her. She's just as pissed as I am. Fook, I did this. I put her here. If I had just had someone else do the job, she'd be in my bed. Those would be my fookin hands on her! Finlay had enough. The two of them were seconds from having each other naked and laid out on the living room floor and that would have been more than he could have handled, if he even was capable of handling anything else.

  “Call me in the morning,” Finlay's words faded as he walked out the front door. Morgan heard him, and even though she was sure it was meant for Sean to call him, she knew him well enough to know it had a double meaning. He wanted her to call as well.

  Sean moved Morgan from his lap, “sorry, hen.” Then he stood and leaned down for a kiss, one that nearly missed her lips, “nature's callin'. Meet me in the room.” Then he staggered down the hall, and hugged the doorway of the bathroom to help his body make the turn.

  Should I feel guilty? No! That's exactly what I would have done if Finlay never would have shown up tonight. I'm glad he was here to see it! Morgan's hazy mind was still able to temper her
possible guilt, and she rubbed her back as she stood. She already missed Sean's big warm hands on her skin, and she ran into the bedroom to wait for him.

  With her signature cannonball, Morgan landed perfectly in the middle of the bed. She didn't want to wait for Sean to hassle with her clothes, so she removed everything as quickly as she could, and settled into the bed and waited. I'm here with Sean...he's a freaking blast! I will not think about him, I will not! She squeezed her eyes shut and blocked Finlay's image from her mind. A few seconds later, that task got much easier.

  “Yer like a gift from the heavens.” Sean's voice filled the room and Morgan looked over at the doorway to see the tall man leaning against the frame, staring at her with the look of a starving predator.

  “Well, your gift is already unwrapped and ready to be enjoyed.” She sat up on her elbows and smiled at the man, and giggled when he ran to the side of the bed.

  He fought with his wet clothes as much as Morgan had fought with hers earlier, but he finally managed to get the tormenting material completely off. “Now, what is it I owe ye again?” He crawled across the bed until his body covered hers.

  “Hmm I believe you owe me your sweet tongue, my beautiful Irishman.” She ran her finger along his bottom lip and took a deep intake of breath as he pulled her finger into his hot mouth. When he released it, he asked again, “where would ye like it?” Then he smiled.

  “Ya know, if a smile could be called sex, that's what yours would be. You have a sex smile, and I love it!” She kissed his sex lips, and pulled him down closer to her body.

  Sean wanted to know what drove the woman wild, and that night he planned to find out what it was. He also knew that some women had no idea what they loved, and he hoped Morgan wasn't one of them. He started with her neck; slow sensual kisses from the bottom of her ear all the way to her collar bone. She liked it, her soft moans proved that, but it wasn't what he was looking for.

  He then put his hand under her back and brought her upper body off the bed just enough to kiss her along the delicate area between her collar bone and the turn of her shoulder. She moved her head to the side to allow him better access, the feel of his wet lips and tongue on her skin forced her legs to open wide as the flood of heat began to moisten her core.

  “Do ye like that?” He raised his mouth only long enough to ask.

  “Yes, it feels amazing.” Morgan's eyes were shut and her head was still turned in the opposite direction. That was a good answer, but not what he was looking for.

  Sean lowered his body and started his exploration again. His tongue started again at her collar bone, and he slowly kissed his way to the sweet valley between her large breasts. She sighed in pleasure and moved her hands up to the top of the pillow. Sean's hard cock jerked in response, he was getting close.

  He took one of her breasts in his hand and brought it to his mouth. He watched her face as he flicked his tongue of her hard nipple. She moaned and ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes were still closed. He brought it into his mouth, and sucked gently, watching her as she turned her head to the other side, her eyes never opened. He took his mouth away for a few seconds, and Morgan moaned with disapproval. When he closed his lips around her again, she sighed and her hands gripped the corners of the blue pillowcase. A large smile spread across the handsome man's face.

  He pulled away slightly, leaving only his teeth around her pink part. His teeth barely moved against her, and his tongue flicked gently over the top.

  “Fuck!” Morgan grabbed his head and pushed her chest against his mouth.

  Sean held her still, and moved his teeth over her again. Her eyes opened and she looked at him. “That feels so fucking good!” She put her head back and locked her fingers in his short hair.

  Now I know, my sweet Morgan. Now I know. His torture continued until Morgan wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Please.” She didn't look up, all she wanted was the man inside of her.

  Sean had no intentions of stopping anytime soon, and he let her know as much when he allowed more of his weight to rest on her small frame, holding her down tightly to the bed. She squirmed when his mouth found her sensitive area again. His teeth held her as his tongue danced quickly over the top of her hard pink...

  “Sean! Fuck me, please!” She put her head up again, and forced him to look at her.

  “Not a chance, sweetheart.” That damn smile nearly sent her over the edge on its own. He brought her breasts together in front of him, and took turns driving her to madness between the two. Her desire made the inside of her thighs wet, and all she could do was keep her legs wrapped around his body and push herself against him. He knew what she was trying to do, and he wouldn't allow her to rub her beautiful body against him to make herself come. He pressed just a little harder, and she no longer had enough room to move.

  Twenty sweet agonizing minutes later, Morgan needed only one touch, one simple brush against her one little spot, and she would go over the edge. Her cries of pleasure and torment were loud, and he too had grown far too close to continue.

  He sat up, “look at me, Morgan.” She opened her eyes, and they were hooded with a desire that he had never seen before. “I want ye to watch.” He brought his lower body up further, and his hand snaked between them as he grabbed himself firmly. “Watch Morgan.” He kept her eyes open, and watched her face as he slid slowly inside of her. “Don't close your eyes, sweetheart.” He got her attention again, he knew that she was lost in passion that would ignite in a firestorm within seconds.

  He pulled out slowly, and on his second thrust he started to feel the first waves of release. He reached down and used one finger to circle her wet clit, a move that forced Morgan's head back hard on the pillow. “Oh my god! Fuck!” She pushed hard against his hand, and her walls tightened around his throbbing dick. He pushed inside of her again, and the sounds of Morgan's climax forced him to bury himself all the way inside of her tight center, and he moaned loudly as they came together in a passionate drunken frenzy that would leave them both utterly breathless.

  Several minutes passed as they tried to catch their breath, and Sean moved to her side but kept most of her body covered with his own. It was Morgan who had the energy to speak first.

  “That was so amazing, Sean. Oh my god” She ran her hand through her hair, and let out another deep sigh of relief.

  He brought his face down to her neck and kissed her gently, “aye, it was fookin' great.” He tightened his hold around the opposite side of her waist, and held her tightly. He couldn't remember a time when a woman responded so much to his touch, and he already looked forward to the rest of the week with Morgan.

  The room was silent, and both of them closed their eyes to enjoy the sweet aftermath of their love making. That is, until the front door opened and a pair of sensible shoes could be heard shuffling down the hall.

  Sean's urgent whisper got Morgan's attention, “it's my ma, shit.” He pulled the blanket over them, but Morgan moved quickly and rolled to the side of the bed. Then she took one quick look down, and rolled one more time, landing her on the floor between the large bed and the wall.

  Gael peeked her head into Sean's room, “yer in the bed already? It's not even nine o'clock.”

  “Aye, I'm tired. What do ye need?” His drunken, over sexed, sated voice certainly passed for tired.

  “I just brought ye some food, I'll put it up for ye.” She left the room, then went to the kitchen and put the beef stew in the refrigerator. On her way back, she put her head into his room again. “G'night.”

  “G'night, and thanks.” He offered a small wave as his mom left the doorway. Morgan waited for the sound of the front door again before making a sound.

  When the door opened, then closed, Morgan burst out laughing. “Food!” She popped up from behind the bed, and ran across Sean's body. “I'm starving!” He got up behind her, and the naked duo ran to the kitchen.

  Chapter Six

  “Morning, love,” Sean yaw
n-talked to Morgan, stretching his arms over his head.

  “Ohhhhh,” Morgan stretched her arms too, and replied in the same yawning fashion, “good morning, Sean.” Her head was pounding something fierce and her movements still felt a bit lagging, but otherwise, she had enjoyed sleeping in with the sexy man. “How did I get down here?” Morgan laughed, realizing she was lying at the foot of the bed, lying perpendicular to Sean. Their feet were still intertwined and she curled her foot around his making him laugh as well.

  After they devoured the beef stew the night before, both of them had passed out right away. Shortly after, Morgan had woken up to use the bathroom and found her place at the end of the bed in a drunken flop. A position she had remained in for the whole night.

  She rolled over to her belly and put her head back on the pillow, but her peace didn't last long. Two furry friends greeted her by way of licking her hands that hung over the side of the bed. She acknowledged them with her eyes and that was an invitation to jump up on the bed and lick her face.

  “Olcan! Felan! Quit that!” Sean sat up in bed and grabbed the bigger of the two terriers, bringing Felan to his lap.

  “Oh, it's alright!” Morgan sat up too and brought Olcan to her own lap. “Oh, yes, you're a good boy! Yes, so fluffy!” The dog looked at her with its head cocked to the side, then jumped up to its hind legs and put his paws on Morgans chest. Oclan looked from Morgan to Sean, then ran over to Sean and back to Morgan.

  “Aye, alight, alright, boy. I'm going to take them for a run? Fancy going with me, love?” Sean flipped his legs to the side of the bed and the dogs ran around the bed in circles, excited about the word 'run' they had just heard.

  Morgan had a brief consideration of accompanying them, but her slight hangover made her reconsider. “No, I think I'll just take a dip in that amazing tub of yours.” Her smile almost made him reconsider as well. He could just put the dogs in the yard and take a dip in her instead. No, he thought, that can wait. For now. He loved every second he spent with the beautiful blonde, but at the moment, they craved his attention more than her.