Heat Waves

by Carrie Anne Ward

  Heat Waves

  Erotic Summer-Themed Anthology

  Created By Carrie Anne Ward

  Sharon Cummin

  Paige Matthews

  Edward Naughty

  John Satisfy

  Rebecca Sherwin

  RT Steory

  AJ Walters

  Carrie Anne Ward

  Heat Waves copyright 2014 By Carrie Anne Ward

  Smashwords Edition. All Rights Reserved

  All stories are copyrighted to their respective authors, and used here with their permission

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any forms or by any means whether graphic electronic photo copying, mechanical, recording or otherwise, with the exception of the reproduction of the designs expressly for personal use only, not for financial gain. Unless expressed consent for lending is allowed for the particular works.

  Cover design by Carrie Anne Ward

  Special thanks to Satisfiction Services for providing their expert formatting services on this project.

  Also, special thanks to Ashen White for her editorial service on these stories.

  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  The Holiday by RT Steory

  A Picture of Hope by AJ Walters

  A Quick Trip to Heaven by John Satisfy

  Throwing Caution to the Heat by Carrie Anne Ward

  It Happened in Vegas by Sharon Cummin

  Summer Lovin’ by Edward Naughty

  The Yacht by Paige Matthews

  Waves of Pleasure by Rebecca Sherwin

  Introduction

  Hello sexy peeps,

  My name is Carrie Anne Ward and I am an erotic author who - after finally finding a spare five minutes - wanted to do something extra for both myself and my fellow authors, to show you how truly talented we are. So with the summer time heat vastly rising, I thought I would make things that little stickier for you. Yes, I know, I’m evil. Well, I am a switch after all.

  Anyway, each author has provided a heart racing, palms sweating story for your enjoyment, all of which have a summer time vibe to it. All stories are erotic, some with a hint of romance and some have BDSM elements intertwined.

  I have made some great friends bringing these stories together in this one book, not to mention how talented every one of them is.

  So get out those Popsicle, have you fans at the ready, and let these steamy reads raise the temperatures beneath your sheets.

  Enjoy yourselves, you naughty minxes. You deserve it.

  Carrie xx

  The Holiday

  RT Steory

  Emma got off the plane and stepped into a wall of heat; her eyes adjusted to the bright blue sky, and took in the view of the distant sun-kissed hills. Bringing her gaze back to the bustling airport, she once again hoped that this holiday would be different. Rick cleared his throat behind her, his little way of getting her to move faster. He gave a weary sigh, and pushed her forward when she did not respond quickly enough. Emma stomped down on the irritation she felt, and got off the plane to begin her holiday.

  The first two days drifted by, leaving Emma under no illusion, in spite all of his words describing this trip as “their chance to start over”, and his promise “I will change, I will make it up to you, I only have eyes for you,” that Rick was full of Shit!. He had spent two days flirting with the waitress at dinner, and the pretty blond wearing the skimpy bikini by the pool. Why had she thought that he could change? Maybe it was not a case of could he, but would he. Right at that moment, Emma decided to ride out the holiday, and then kick him out of her flat and out of her life.

  The decision made, a weight lifted from her, and she actually started to enjoy herself. For a treat, Emma decided a Spa day was in order, and booked herself in for the ‘All Day Special’ the following day; she felt a minor irritation when Rick said he would join her, but quashed it, determined that she would enjoy herself no matter what. In fact, to get started, she caught the waiter’s eye and ordered herself a large wine, the first of many.

  Emma woke up to a pounding headache. Groaning, she sat up in bed. She looked down at the bed beside her and noted the undisturbed sheets. Without a doubt, Rick had not slept next to her last night. She went to grab a glass of water and a couple of paracetamol; looking at her face in the mirror, Emma was not surprised at how pale she looked. The thought of grabbing a bite to eat turned her complexion from white to green. She sat on the side of the bath, held her head in her hands, closed her eyes, and waited for her stomach to settle.

  She cast her mind back to the previous night, and remembered the row with Rick, held in hushed tones at the table; he had stormed off, and that explained the undisturbed sheets, although not where he had decided to hang his hat. The memories for the rest of the night were pretty hazy; there was a cute guy who had tried it on with her, what was his name again? Damn it, she could not remember! He had kept her company until she had called it a night; there had been a moment as they’d said goodnight at her door, a little peck of their lips had become a passionate embrace, until she had realised what she was doing, and pulled away.

  A feeling of guilt washed over her, but then she thought, Fuck it! Rick had spent the whole night away. If previous form was anything to go by, the blond in the skimpy bikini probably had not gotten much sleep. Emma checked the time, and saw she still had an hour to get herself ready. A shower left her feeling more human, the hot water sluicing away the grogginess and nausea. She towelled herself dry, picked out her bikini, and a light maxi dress to wear over it for breakfast.

  The restaurant was noisy, and made Emma glad she had taken the paracetamol; the morning conversations on top of the pounding in her head would have sent her back to her room, probably for the whole day. Breakfast consisted of a black coffee and some plain toast. Her stomach nearly baulked at the first mouthful, but pushing on, she felt much better. In her new positive state, she felt ready for a day of indulgent pampering.

  The Spa was blessedly quiet; a calm oasis of soft lighting, and the gentle sounds of waves breaking on the shore. The receptionist was a cheerful young girl called Hope, and she whisked Emma through the options for the day, and the menu for lunch, which would be brought through to the private restaurant for Spa guests. Emma chose a facial; a full body massage, and a manicure to finish, and for lunch, a chicken club sandwich. She went through to her private changing room, put her valuables in the locker, and donned the robe provided before starting her first treatment.

  The facial was just what the doctor ordered, and by the end she felt so relaxed and comfortable that she nearly drifted off to sleep. She lay there for a little while, just enjoying the feeling of tranquillity, before heading for the Jacuzzi. There was just enough time to have a glass of something bubbly, whilst sitting in something bubbly, and the thought made her giggle aloud. Emma grabbed one of the waiting staff and ordered her drink, before slipping the robe from her shoulders and stepping into the hot, bubbling Jacuzzi.

  The water was warm, and the jets soothing. The waiter brought her drink over, and he was followed by a man who looked like he could model for Abercrombie & Fitch. Emma reached for the glass, but nearly missed it as the model dropped his robe, revealing a lean, muscular body that was pure heaven. Emma flushed red, and the waiter smiled at her discomfort, moving the tray so that the glass was once more within her reach. She gripped the glass hard, like a lifeline, as flashbacks of a passionate goodbye kiss flooded her memory. Emma turned to meet his eyes, a beautiful emerald green.

  He sat there looking at her until the waiter had taken his order and moved off. He then moved until he was sitting next to her. Emma felt her heart flutter at his sudden closeness; his size made her feel small and vulnerable, but his gaze made her feel
safe and in control. It was a strange feeling, and not at all unpleasant. He asked her how her head was this morning, and laughed when she told him; she felt comfortable in his presence but embarrassed she could not remember his name, there was no easy way to do it so she decided honesty was the best policy. As she confessed, and felt her face turn maroon, he burst out laughing, and told her he could not remember her name, either. They were both still laughing hard when the waiter brought his drink over. Slowly they got control of themselves, and he introduced himself as James.

  Once Emma had re-introduced herself, the conversation began to flow, and she found out she had a lot in common with James; they liked the same kind of movies, and were both into Jazz. It even turned out that they only lived around 30 miles from each other. It was a small world, and she was glad. She felt comfortable, there was a chemistry between them; they were both tactile with each other as they talked. Eventually, James asked who she was here with; it was a question she had been dreading. Emma explained about Rick, his roving eye, and her decision that it was over between them. She had just finished, when, as if on cue, Rick strolled over to the Jacuzzi. Settling down on the other side of her, he looked at James with open hostility, and then proceeded to ignore him completely.

  Emma felt a flush of anger at the smug look on Rick’s face as he leaned in to kiss her. Leaning away from him and turning her head, she felt herself pressed up against James, who seemed quite happy to have her invade his personal space. Rick resumed his seat, the smug look was still there; he smirked at her, and asked her how her night had been. Really angry now, she flipped it back on him with a question of her own.

  “My night was fine; I should be asking how yours was, all night!”

  His smirk deepened. “I spent the night with a friend; after our disagreement, I knew you needed time to cool down.” His patronising tone, and the smug look as he put the whole onus on her over what had happened; the fact that he had disappeared with who knew who, doing who knew what, and still managed to make her feel like she was in the wrong, well, it just made her want to slap him hard. She decided that enough was enough, and that there was no point entering into another conversation that would lead to more arguments and recriminations.

  “Rick, I had planned to do this when we got home, but now, seeing that smug, self-righteous look on your face, I am going to do this right now.” There must have been something in her tone, but Rick was suddenly not looking so cocky. She continued, “It's over between us, it has been for a long time. I am sick to death of how you make me feel, and I deserve better. You've had it all your own way for too long, and it ends right now.”

  Finished, Emma settled herself back down in the Jacuzzi, aware of how close she was to James. Rick looked stunned, but the smirk returned, and he settled himself back, too. There was an uncomfortable silence, broken when Rick called the waiter over to order a beer. Emma nearly jumped out of her skin, not at the sudden noise, but at the light touch on her thigh. Looking at James, he gave nothing away other than a mischievous twinkle in his eye. The waiter appeared with the beer, and still James kept tracing small circles on her thigh, each circle taking his hand ever so slightly higher.

  Emma made no attempt to stop him; she felt a flush in her chest, her breathing quickening under his touch. She was aware of Rick’s scrutiny as he sipped his beer; she could not stop a smile playing on her lips, from the knowledge of what was happening right under the smug bastard’s nose. If he had any inkling, it would wipe that smirk off his face for good. It seemed that with each gentle sweep of his fingers, James passed an electric current straight to her sex. Emma had never done anything like this before, and the danger of being caught only added to the pleasure she was feeling. James had reached the top of her thighs, and Emma opened her legs just enough to allow his fingers to move between them. Now the only thing between her sex and his touch was her bikini bottom.

  Stifling a moan of pleasure, Emma glanced across to see if Rick had noticed anything. Thankfully, he seemed unaware, although he was watching her still, and smirked as he caught her eyes. He seemed about to say something, but she looked away, and he obviously thought better of speaking. Emma was really glad, as at that moment she would have been unable to speak. The pleasure was growing more intense as James skilfully worked her sex with his fingers. How the hell was he managing to do this and look so innocent? He turned towards her, and a small twitch of his lips betrayed him. He looked so gorgeous, Emma wanted to throw any remaining caution to the wind, and kiss him with the passion that was about to explode within her.

  It was too much to bear; the orgasm took her, and she closed her legs, trapping his fingers; ripples of pleasure rose from her sex, causing a flutter through her stomach. Emma bit her lip, but a small sound escaped her, and to disguise it, she faked a coughing fit. James freed his fingers as he turned to face her, asking her if everything was okay. She spluttered out that she was fine, the urge to laugh growing, which she hid behind her hand. James, with his mock concern, fully aware of the real reason, called for a glass of water. Rick just sat there and watched, sipping his beer, then suddenly realising that he should do something; so as not to be shown up by a stranger, he put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

  Taking the excuse of water, Emma disentangled herself from Rick and James, and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, taking small sips. Putting the glass on the side, Emma made her excuses and left the two men sitting there. Back in the changing room, she allowed herself to relive those moments; she could almost feel his fingers again against her. Getting changed, Emma left the spa, and walked straight into James. He caught her as she bounced back off his chest, his strong hands holding her steady, not letting her step away – not that she wanted to be anywhere but in his arms. He smiled, and suggested that they go for lunch together.

  James told her of a secluded beach he knew; he suggested hiring a boat there and then. Emma nodded her agreement, and let him lead her to the marina. He chose a sleek looking speed boat for them, and then told her to wait while he set off for supplies. Emma was enjoying the way James had taken control; she just sat in the boat, feeling the gentle sway as the sun bathed her in its warmth. She must have dozed off, and was awoken by the sudden rocking of the boat announcing James had returned. He was laden with bags, and stood looking down at her. Emma straightened her hair, cursing herself for falling asleep; what must she look like? James told her to relax, and set about getting ready for launch.

  The boat ride was exhilarating, the wind causing her hair to fly out behind her. She laughed as the boat seemed to leap from wave to wave. James smiled at her obvious delight, and pulled her tight against him. Emma snuggled against him, feeling secure in his arms. James tried to tell her something, but the noise of the engine and roar of the wind made it impossible to hear. He pointed ahead, and in the distance she could make out a bay; she smiled and nodded to show her understanding. He throttled down the engine and, as the boat slowed, Emma found she could hear again. James explained he had found this bay a couple of years ago when he had taken some scuba lessons, and had wanted somewhere quiet to practice.

  With the boat grounded and anchored, James lifted her down to the sand. He led her up the beach, and laid out a blanket in the shade of some trees. Putting the bags down, James lay on the blanket, gesturing to Emma to lie down next to him. She positioned herself on her side, looking up at him. There was a moment of awkward silence; Emma was not sure what to say or do. This man had whisked her off to a secluded beach, after giving her one of the most erotic experiences of her life.

  James broke the tension, offering her a drink. Then he smiled at her, and started to speak, just as she asked him what was for lunch. They both laughed and settled down for an enjoyable picnic.

  Emma was not sure when it started to happen, but the conversation began to slow, and an air of anticipation filled the atmosphere. She found herself gazing into James's eyes, and noticing a hunger, one that she was anxious to sate. James had stopped talking now, and was jus
t looking at her. He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face and back over her ear. In a voice barely above a whisper, he told her how beautiful she was, how hard it was for him not to just to give in and kiss her. Emma heard the words, and looking at this dream of a man, she wished he would lose control. There was nothing she wanted more than to feel his lips on hers. His hand was still holding her hair back, and he seemed reluctant to break the moment of physical contact.

  The silence built, and the anticipation was killing her. James no longer looked hungry, he looked absolutely ravenous. Emma was taken aback by the passion of his kiss as he pulled her tightly against him, and she offered no resistance. His hand moved down to the small of her back, raising goose bumps along her arms. She relaxed in his arms; this was where she was meant to be. James broke the kiss, causing her to gasp in shock. She reached for him, but he told her to wait. Emma felt confused; what had she done? Did he not want her? Then she looked into his eyes and saw the desire, and she felt calmer.

  James told her to stand up; she did as he asked, looking down at him. He stood and told her they should go for a swim; she shrugged her shoulders and turned towards the water, trying not to let her disappointment show. Emma had only taken a couple of steps when James called out after her, asking what she was up to? Turning to him she stopped in her tracks. He had taken his top off, and was just pulling down his shorts. He stopped when he saw her staring and said, “This is hardly fair, is it? Don't you think you should be getting ready too?” Emma felt herself blush, suddenly self-conscious, but she could not take her eyes from his body.