Around the World in 80 Men Boxed Set 31-35 (34 page)

“
You're
a very happy drunk, aren't you?” Mustafa sat down on their
makeshift bed, and folded out their sleeping bags to add more
cushion. He pat the spot beside him, and Morgan plopped down happily.

“
Yep.
What's to not be happy about? Well, I
would
like a shower?
Does that count?” She smiled again, and Mustafa laughed.

“
Go
shower then!” She smiled, and went to stand, but he grabbed her
hand and pulled her back toward him. “One thing, first.”
His hand wrapped around her neck gently, and he pulled her lips to
his for a brief, yet passionate kiss. Butterflies filled Morgan's
stomach, and she smiled against his lips as their kiss broke apart.
“Yep,” Mustafa spoke, as he picked grains of sand from
his lips and tongue. “Go shower.” He kissed her again and
watched her as she grabbed her bag and headed to the
shower.
“Damn.”

Chapter
Seven

Finlay
held John's phone so tightly that the case cracked slightly on one
edge. He scrolled through at least a dozen texts between John and
Sean, proving without a doubt that John was telling the truth about
his involvement with Morgan. “Does she know who ye are?”
He tossed the phone back to John who instantly inspected the damage
to his case.
“No, of course not. But if she sees me again,
she'll know something is going on. That's why I've kept myself at a
distance.” He wanted to remind Finlay that he would be watching
her right that moment, making sure she was safe, if he hadn't
interrupted the plan. Finlay let out a long sigh as he leaned back,
still not understanding the need to watch Morgan.
Sean knew that
Carlos was dead. He didn't know all the details, but a dead man
wouldn't be able to hurt Morgan. It was obvious that Finlay still
didn't understand, and John refused to drag out the confession any
longer than he had to. “Look,” John spoke up to fill in
the gaps, “Sean thinks that men like Carlos don't work alone.
If someone goes looking for him, it wouldn't be hard to track where
he last was....and who he was with. He just wants to keep an eye on
her for a few weeks now that she's back to.... well... work.”
Finlay took it all in, then finally nodded in agreement. It was true,
someone could very well be looking for Carlos or Morgan. Sean was
thinking clearly, but it made Finlay even more angry. Mostly, that
time, at himself. He took another drink of John's whiskey and slowly
stood. “Hey, before you start bossing me around again,”
John stood as well and tried his best to hide his fear of the large
man across from him, “I think I deserve to know why you're
here.” He stood his ground, keeping his eyes fixed on Finlay's
as he waited. Finlay smiled, as both men knew that John wouldn't last
thirty seconds against Fin, but his tenacity was worth giving up a
bit of information. Finlay, still smiling, smacked John's shoulder as
he began to walk away. John was about to protest, but Finlay spoke
over his shoulder as he left the tent.
“I'm here,
mate...because I love her.”
*****
Mustafa
found two flashlights tucked in beside the bed. His hired guides were
flawless in what they did, and he couldn't have picked a better team
to get them through the week. He was happy, truly happy, for the
first time in years.
Mustafa heard the water, then the moan that
followed, and smiled at how happy Morgan must be to finally clean the
sand from her body. He too was looking forward to a shower, and he
was tempted to join her, but his hand reached to his back pocket to
take one more look before leaving the tent.
“I'm so sorry.”
The image of his parents, standing in front of their hotel smiling,
started to fill his heart with a sadness that he would forever feel.
His dad, who was a native of Morocco, would have loved the adventure
that Mustafa was taking. “No, not now.” The pain of the
past would be put aside, it had to be so that Mustafa could enjoy his
last week of freedom.
He had cried, fought, been enraged, but
the truth was still just as simple as it was when he was convicted
and sentenced to life in prison. He would die an old man behind bars
for a crime he didn't commit. The crime of murdering his own
parents.
It was a night no different than any other, Mustafa's
parents were doing their nightly accounting to ready their morning
deposit. It was then that a man entered the back office and forced
the money from their hands. Mustafa, who normally wasn't at the
hotel, happened to stop in, and heard his mother scream. He ran to
the back, and saw a young man pointing a gun at his parents. The man
didn't intend to actually shoot anyone, but Mustafa was someone that
he didn't count on dealing with and he fired the gun without
thinking. The first shot struck Mustafa's mother, killing her
instantly. His dad lunged toward the young man, as did Mustafa, and
he fired again, taking the life of his father. Mustafa grabbed his
dad as his body fell to the side, and the assailant took those few
seconds to leave through the open window that he had climbed through
to get in.
The chaos that followed happened so quickly for
Mustafa, but within moments, the authorities had him in handcuffs and
in the back of a police car. The only indication that the police had
that Mustafa had committed the crime was the bloody roll of money
that he had touched when Mustafa grabbed for his father as he fell.
Every bit of money that Mustafa had, including the hotel, was
spent on defending him for the crime. It was of no use. He was
convicted, and he was given three weeks of freedom before his
sentence was to begin. It was with his last bit of money, from
selling the rest of his personal possessions, that he put himself on
the data base with Julianne and hoped that someone would choose him.
He had used the service in the past, and he knew it was the only way
to find someone to take his last journey with him. He prayed for an
adventurous woman that would make his final wish come true.
He
regretted lying to Morgan about his family, and parts of his life,
but he felt he had to in order to make the week as normal as
possible. The most truthful thing he told her was that he had taken
the tour of Morocco when he was a child, and it was truly the last
thing he wanted to do before life as he knew it would come to an end.

He
tucked the photo back into his pocket and let out a long sigh as he
pushed the memory back as well. He would have the rest of his life to
think about it, and at that moment, he didn't want to.

“
So
much better!” Morgan stepped out of the shower, just as Mustafa
was rubbing a single tear from his cheek. “What's wrong?”
The smile faded from her face and she took a few steps toward
Mustafa.

“
Nothing,”
he spoke cheerfully. Since the incident, he had become good at faking
a smile, but it was easy for Morgan to make him forget about all the
bad in his life. His smile was genuine, and for that, he was
thankful. “Just some sand. It's in my eyes, my nose...probably
other places we don't need to discuss.”

“
Well,”
Morgan took another step and brushed a few pieces of sand from his
forehead. “How about you go wash those places, and then we can
discuss
them.”

“
Or...”
Mustafa closed the distance between them and wrapped his hands around
her waist and pulled her close. “You can join me and we can
discuss things in there?”

“
I
just...” Morgan pointed to the shower, reminding him she had
just taken one, but she quickly closed her lips and nodded.
Another
shower won't hurt me.
Mustafa moved his hands from her waist, and
to the corner of the towel that was tucked into itself around her
chest. With a small pull, she was free of her towel, and her body was
entirely exposed to the man.

“
Wow.”
He took a step back and admired the entire length of her naked body.
“I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.” He
took another step back and removed his tee shirt, then his shorts.
His hand went to his fully erect cock, and slowly, he stroked the
entire length.

“
Holy
Moby Dick! Release the Kraken!” He was even bigger than the
Wooly Mammoth, and the first words to come to mind fell from her lips
with no forethought. “I'm so sorry! I don't think before I...”
Julianne would be so disappointed with Morgan's outbursts, but to
Morgan's surprise, a wide smile spread across his lips.

“
You
just paid me a wonderful compliment, don't apologize.” Mustafa
grabbed Morgan's hand and kissed it softly, then smiled again, and
pulled her with him to the shower. He turned the small metal knob and
the water began to pour down, and stream quickly filled the small
box. Morgan watched for a moment, as Mustafa washed the sand from his
body, every muscle in his arms flexing with each tiny movement.

Sweet
baby mother of the tooth fairy.

Morgan
stepped inside to join him, and Mustafa immediately turned her
around, forcing her body into the warm water. His cock pressed
against her ass, and Morgan's moan made it jerk against her skin.
“Mmm. God, you're so beautiful.” He turned her back
around to face him, and kissed her hard. Morgan melted against his
body and his hand moved to the back of her knee, then he pulled one
leg up and held it around his waist.

Morgan's
arms hands laced tightly around his neck as he reached down again and
lifted her by her ass. His body felt hard, solid, and very strong.
She kissed him hard and urged him inside of her. Mustafa held her
tightly in his hands before entering her body, living each second as
completely as he could. Slowly, he slid himself inside of her,
stopping when her body stiffened. “Is that good, Morgan?”
She nodded and took his mouth again, licking the water from his lips
as he withdrew and pushed again.

“
Faster.”
His tenderness drove her mad, and she wanted more. Mutafa held her
high in the air as he moved more quickly, pushing almost his entire
length inside. She moaned loudly, forcing him to move.

“
Oh
my god, Morgan.” Their bodies met loudly as the water fell
between them. His arms began to shake. Morgan's head fell back as he
finally pushed his cock all the way inside of her pulsing body. Wave
after wave of warm gushing passion covered him as he held still deep
inside of her.

*****

“Bloody
hell, where did all these people come from?” The following
morning, John and Finlay awoke to the bustle of everyone waking
up...including the two dozen people from the cafe, who at some point,
had made their way back to camp.

“I
doona know, but we have to go.” Finlay pushed himself up to a
seated position and rubbed the lower half of his back. The only
comfort he'd had throughout the night was the warmth of Salazar who
had allowed Finlay to lay on him, but as far as a bed, the tent floor
was as good as it got. “I smell like a fookin' camel and I'm
fookin' starving.”

“
Hold
on,” John spoke as he stood. “Who's in charge?” He
was speaking mostly to himself as his eyes scanned the room of
newcomers, hoping to find the tour guide. “Ah.” He
assumed it was the man passing out bread, and quickly approached him.
“Sir?” Finlay stood also, and walked to John's side,
hoping to figure out what the American was up to. “Could you
tell me where we're headed today?”

“
Boumalne
Dadès this evening.” John thanked him, and turned to
Finlay, then guided the Scot to the other side of the tent.

With
his voice low, he explained what they were going to do. “This
group is headed to the same place Morgan is today.”

Finlay
didn't even ask how he knew exactly where Morgan would be that day.
It was his job, and the man was obviously good at it. “Aye. But
if ye haven't noticed, mate, we're in a bit of a wee group.”
Finlay knew that the group of thirty-one would slow them down, and if
they made it to town after Morgan, there would be no way of telling
where she was. He didn't care about seeing the sights, all he wanted
to do was find Morgan.

John
smiled, having already figured it out. “We have four-by-four
vehicles, which means we should make it into town before she does.”

Chapter
Eight

“
You
might have to help me up here, I think I ate too much!” Morgan
secured her bag to the back of Bonnie as she spoke, then rubbed her
stomach dramatically. “Breakfast was amazing!”

“
It
was just fruit,” Mustafa laughed with Morgan. He walked to her
side and when she stuck her foot into the loop, he gave her an extra
push so she could put her leg around Bonnie's back.

“
But
it was good fruit!” Morgan giggled again. Anything probably
would have sounded good to her that morning after all the beer she'd
drank, but the cold fruit was perfect. “So, where to today?”