Caribbean Queen's - Morgana - Part 8, a short story by lscc. Date added: 2011-12-27. Times viewed: 2251.
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- Intro: The first in a trilogy of stories. Morgana is the youngest of three cousins who go on holiday to Jamaica for a break and end up finding love.
Hooking her arm through Lissa’s they left the lingerie shop and wandered down to the next one.Shoes!
Morgana pressed up to the window to stare at the variety of shoes; flats, boots, stilettos and heelless.
“Oh my God!” She breathed, her attention caught by a pair of sparkly, sky-high, ruby red stiletto’s.
Lissa gasped and pointed out another pair. They were black with thick bands of bright colours criss-crossing them. “I’m in love,” she sighed.
A shop assistant appeared in front of them and raised a brow questioningly.
Glancing across at each other, they burst into giggles and moved away from the shoe shop.
“Morgana! Lissa!”
They turned at the sound of their names to find Sam walking towards them.
“Oh, hey!” Morgana said.
He gave them his heart stopping grin before asking, “Where‘s Kim got to?”
She shared a quick look with Lissa. “She said she had a prior engagement and went that way,” she said, pointing in the opposite direction to them.
Sam nodded in thanks and with a wave, headed off in that direction.
“What do you reckon she’s up to now?” Lissa asked with a sigh.
“I have absolutely no idea. She’d be mental to cheat on Sam though, he’s everything she needs in a guy.”
“Hmm,” Lissa said, looking thoughtful. “She’s definitely been happier these past couple of days. Maybe she’s going to surprise him with something?”
Morgana’s lips twisted sceptically. “Maybe--woah!” Someone had barrelled into her and sent her sprawling into Lissa. She turned to glare at whoever it was and frowned when she realised it was Sam. “Sam?”
He glanced over his shoulder at them, his eyes bleak with anger and pain.
Lissa took a step towards him, “What’s happened?”
Instead of answering he just shook his head and walked away.
Morgana’s hands tightened on her bags, wanting to wrap them around Kim’s neck.
“Has she?” Lissa asked, sounding shocked.
Morgana nodded, “She has.”
Their arms were grasped tightly and they turned to see Kim looking on the verge of a breakdown. Her make-up had run leaving black smudges under her eyes…her eyes, they looked haunted.
“Where’s Sam?” She asked quickly.
“What’s happened?” Lissa asked, reaching out to touch Kim but she backed away.
“Where’s Sam?” She asked again, her voice shaking.
This was Kim like she’d never seen her before. She was physically shaking and her eyes were flitting over the crowd looking for him. Sam.
She cares for him.
“He went that way,” Morgana told her, pointing her in the right direction.
“Thank you,” she breathed, her eyes smiling for a second then jogged off.
Lissa turned to her, “What was all that about?”
“I have no idea,” she whispered, watching Kim disappear in the crowd. She just hoped she caught up with him and made things right between them.
She blinked when Chris and Niall emerged from the throng of people and came over to them.
Chris pulled her into his arms, her back to his chest, and nuzzled her neck. “I hope you’ve bought something sexy for me,” he murmured, eyeing the bag she was carrying.
Morgana smiled and tilted her head so he could better reach her. “You‘ll find out later.”
His teeth nipped at her lobe. “What if I want to find out now?”
She laughed and leant back against him, “Then I may be persuaded to change my mind.”
“I hope so.” He lifted his head and spoke to the other two, “We’re heading up to the room for a few, you don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not,” Lissa answered, her head pillowed on Niall’s chest.
Twining his fingers through hers, Chris pulled her with him to the lifts and they slid in one just as the doors were closing. He pressed the button for her floor and then leant against the lift wall, his eyes leisurely roving her almost naked skin.
Blood rushed through her veins at the look in his eyes.
He wanted her.
An answering hunger swept through her and she shifted a little, trying to ease the pulsing ache between her legs. Chris’ lips curved into a grin as though he knew what she was doing, which only made the ache worse.
She shot a glance at the lift panel. One more floor… Ping!
Morgana shot out of the lift, followed closely by Chris.
They didn’t get far before Chris tugged on her hand and pressed her against the hallway with his body. His mouth swooped down on hers, his tongue tangling with hers greedily.
She moaned into his mouth, wanting more.
Chris ran his hands lightly down her arms until he reached her hands and linked his fingers through hers and then lifted them until they were level with her head. His teeth nibbled on her bottom lip and then moved lower down her throat and licked the pulse beating wildly at its base.
She shuddered in his arms, her breathing ragged.
He took her mouth again, his tongue teasing the inside of her lips before tangling with hers.
At the same time his hands moved hers upwards until they were above her head and she arched into him.
Morgana found it really erotic to be held immobile while he worshipped her body.
Something brushed her breast and she jumped, surprised to find his hand cupping her flesh. She blinked to try and clear the fog from her brain but Chris dipped his head and pressed an open mouth kiss to her stomach, just below her right breast, and she was lost.
Flashing her a sexy grin he moved higher and locked his lips on her pebbled nipple causing her to cry out his name in pleasure. Her fingers flexed in his grip but she didn’t try very hard to get free, just arched against his hot mouth again.
“Oh, my!”
Vaguely she heard the words and her eyes turned to see an elderly woman in her room doorway, her mouth gaping as she took in the sight before her.
She pushed at Chris’ shoulders but he growled against her nipple. She pushed harder and his eyes shot to hers questioningly. Nodding in the woman’s direction, he released her so he could look. He instantly got to his feet and stood to block the older woman’s view of Morgana and she took the opportunity to find her room key and to unlock her door.
“I’m sorry about this. Us young folk get carried away now and then.”
The older woman stared at him wide eyed as he backed into the room and shut the door. Once inside he burst into laughter and it was so infectious she joined in.
His lips covered hers, shutting her up and she happily fell back on the bed as his body covered hers. “You’re so goddamned beautiful,” he muttered.
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