Heat Waves

by Carrie Anne Ward

  Ever since she had grown close to Adam, she had become more and more distant from him. Now he needed his fix, he needed to feed his craving for her. His need had become so great that he had even contemplated asking the both of them if they would consider a ménage-a-trois. However, he knew Adam would never go for that. He knew that Adam possessed her, and that this was the closest he would ever get to being with her. Unfortunately, in order to get what he wanted, he had to threaten the photographer so that this was kept secret. It is hard for any photographer to find work, so Scott knew he would keep to his word.

  This would be his secret, his own sordid little secret.

  About AJ Walters

  A J Walters is a new contemporary romance author who has just made her first appearance on to the indie circuit. Having interests in history, romance and elements of erotica, she has brought all of these together in her debut publication; An Acute Attraction.

  Wanting to break the trend of size 12 virgins in books, A J Walters has introduced a new real woman in Isabel Chambers. She’s a size 18-20, working single mother who now feels is it her time to start living her life again. At the ripe young age of 39, A J Walters also wanted to show that you can experience everything that a twenty-something would.

  “I saw that a 39 year old isn’t quite at retirement age for fun, sex and finding love again. There are so many women out there that can be represented in books as well as the slim, innocent and beautiful types. Don’t get me wrong, I love reading books with them in, but there are so many of them around now. I felt it was time for something different. I’d like to think I brought my sense of humor across in it as well. I am ditsy, I suffer from ‘foot in mouth’ syndrome, but I can also be serious and sentimental. From the feedback I’ve had, apparently it makes for a great writing voice.”

  A J Walters currently live in Staffordshire, England with her two children.

  Also by AJ Walters

  If you enjoyed A Picture of Hope, be sure to check out A Constant Attraction.

  Find A Constant Attraction and other works by AJ Walters on the following publishing sites:

  Amazon UK

  Amazon US

  LuLu

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  A Quick Trip to Heaven

  John Satisfy

  I pull into a spot at the trailhead, and the cloud of dust slowly settles behind the car. Just as the online guides said it would be, the parking lot is empty. 'Heaven's Pools' is known as a tough hike, and in the opposite direction of most of the other trailheads, so it is has the reputation of being a solitary hike. I haven’t told you much about this trail, and I want to keep it a bit of a surprise. I know that if it is as half as amazing as the descriptions make it out to be, we will have a wonderful time.

  As I remove the key from the ignition, you open the passenger door and exit the car. It wasn't that long of a drive, but after a half an hour of sitting, you need a stretch. I watch as you put your hands on your hips and lean back. I can’t help but stare, slack-jawed, as your beautiful breasts point upwards and strain at the fabric of your shirt. As you finish your stretch, you open your eyes and smile at me.

  “Stop gawking and get out of the car, you lazy boy. We've got a hike to take!” As you finish chiding me, one of your incredibly cute laughs slips out.

  “Ok, ok. But you got to admit that I pick the right things to gawk over.”

  “Really? A sports bra and tee-shirt is all it takes for you to gawk? I should stop trying so hard….” You flip your hair over your shoulder and a mischievous smile slips over your lips.

  Without a witty comeback, I open my door and slide out into the warm summer breeze. Even here, at the edge of the woods, the air is filled with the earthy scents of nature. I reach behind the driver's seat and pick up my backpack, which is heavy with water and treats. Slipping my arms through the straps, I wonder if I’ve brought too much before shrugging my shoulders and cinching down the straps.

  “Ready?” I turn to you as you arrange your hair under a baseball cap and smile.

  With a nod, you reply, “Yep. I'm eager to see what is so special about this hike you picked out.”

  We are heading towards the trailhead’s brown wooden sign, carved with the words 'Heaven's Pools', filled in with yellow paint so it is clearly visible.

  “It's going to be a long walk with quite a bit of elevation gain, however, it ends at 'Heaven's Pools', which is supposed to be just amazing!”

  “A little long? What's that mean? Two hours? Six hours?” We walk past the sign, and the forest abruptly surrounds us, a rocky dirt path beckoning us further.

  “About two or so hours up, and an hour and a half back down.”

  “That's never a good sign, an hour difference there versus back. Some serious elevation gain, huh?”

  “Yeah, a little more than we've done in the past, about one thousand four hundred feet—over seven point two miles. Besides, you like it when you make me gain elevation.”

  I hear you grumble a little bit as we leave the parking lot behind. Walking along the slightly overgrown path, I can hear your breathing relax as you inhabit the meditative zone hiking brings about. The red blazes painted on the trees make it easy to follow the trail, even where the grasses and moss have begun to cover the path. I hope that the soft trail and the promised reward will make the journey worth it in the end.

  We continue along at a good clip until we get to our first obstacle, a fallen tree. It is just large enough to be a nuisance, with enough branches that we need to think before we pass by.

  We walk over to the right side, and I hug the trunk and swing myself underneath the branch, my feet sliding on the dirt and my hand sliding against the bark. I try to hide my discomfort under a veil of masculinity, however, you can tell it burns a little, based on how I rub the dirt off me.

  Concentrating, you turn around and bounce up so you are sitting on the trunk. With the protection of your shorts you swing one leg up and over the log. You turn to me and wink, your hands flat on the tree between your legs. Then, you flip your other leg over, lift your chin a bit, and smile, satisfied at how much better your plan was.

  I walk over to your side and you wrap your arm around my shoulder. You hop up and then slide down the log, your body running delightfully against mine. After you hit the ground and stand up straight again, your shoulder is right in the crook of my arm, your breast pressed against my ribcage. I lean down and look into your sparkling eyes. You wrap your arm around my waist, flash a mischievous smile, and lean your head back. As I lean down to kiss you, one of your pixie laughs escapes, and you twirl away from me, your fingertips trailing slowly across my crotch as you disappear ahead of me.

  “Can't take a break yet, we have too far yet to go.” Your voice is playful as you continue up the trail.

  I can still smell the lingering scent of your shampoo as I follow up the trail. I do a quick jog to catch up with you, and then I'm right behind you once again. “I want to go so far with you…,” my voice trailing off. You shoot a look over your shoulder, and immediately notice that I'm taking in the view of your amazing ass. With a snort you turn back around, shaking your ass seductively.

  As we keep walking down the trail, the path gets steeper and more rugged. You slow your pace, and, secretly, I'm a little thankful. The going is not terrible but it is certainly getting tougher.

  Huffing in response to the strain, you mange to collect enough breath to talk. “Gosh, this is so much harder than our usual hikes. I hope that this one is worth it.”

  “Trust me,” I say, pausing to get a little air. “If what I've heard is true, it will be.”

  “Well, if it doesn't take my breath away, then you won't get a chance to take it away either.”

  The trail exits the forest, and then we are on the side of the mountain. Surrounded by a grassy meadow and with the world spread out before us, we just stop to drink in the view
. The sun is bright, the sky deep blue, and the clouds white, soft, and seemingly just out of our grasp.

  “This is fantastic,” you say. “Can't we just stop here?”

  “It's certainly beautiful, but we're not far now.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I quickly glance down at my watch. “Well I'm pretty sure there's more trail behind us than there is in front of us.”

  “Maybe I just need to have the motivating view for a bit.” You bow and swing your hands forward, “After you.”

  When you look up at me, I raise an eyebrow, and then walk past your outstretched arm. As I pass you, you swat my ass playfully. Turning around with mock surprise on my face, I clearly see that you are full of delight with yourself. I shake my head and continue down the path.

  I’m trying to keep a steady pace but the view of the world constantly pleads for me to shift my attention to it, rather than the path. This makes me slower than my normal pace, something that I’m sure you appreciate. As we round the side of the mountain, we reach another patch of trees. Here the path becomes steeper, and the switchbacks that were added don’t make it much easier.

  About half way up, you tug on the strap dangling from my backpack. I look at your flushed face, and immediately realize we need a quick breather. Silently you pull out your water bottle and flip up the bite valve. I watch as your lips wrap around the plastic and you suck up the water. You lift your eyes up, locking on to mine. You smile as your lips slip off the tube with a sigh.

  As you twist around to reseat your water bottle, I can’t help but admire you. The sheen of sweat that is coating your skin makes you glow in the dappled sunlight, so that you are looking remarkably sexy. The flush of blood makes your cheeks redden, and this, coupled with your heaving chest, stirs a deep longing within me.

  Taking a step forward, I am close enough to your body to feel the heat radiating off of you. Unable to resist, I watch a bead of perspiration running down your neck, and carefully I wrap my lips around it. Sucking it into my mouth, the salty taste explodes on my tongue, and you let out a soft moan. My lips linger for a heartbeat longer before I take a step back.

  You turn around quickly, your chest heaving. “Yummy, no?”

  I can barely manage to gulp out a response. “Yes.”

  You tug on your shirt, exposing the top of your sports bra for a moment. “Well, you’ll get a lot more than a drop of sweat if the destination is as glorious as you promise.” And with that you wink, lightly spank my ass, and shoo me up the trail.

  We press ahead, and the trail finally begins to level off. Our pace quickens as the strain on our muscles slackens, and before we know it, we are rounding a bend in the trail. In the distance we can hear the sounds of falling water, and with renewed vigor we hurry down the last section of trail.

  Stepping out of the woods, we are witness to a spectacular sight, and we have to stop in our tracks and take in the view. The pictures have not done this place justice.

  There are three pools with small waterfalls connecting each of them. The top pool is the smallest, with a bubbling spring feeding it from deep within the mountain. The middle pool is a little larger. The sides gradually slope into the water for about two feet all around, before giving way to a pool about five feet deep. Since the pool is shallow for so much of it, and the stone so dark, this pool is warmed by the sun, and is comfortable to swim in. The lower pool is down about four feet from there, and very shallow, with a strong current leading to the edge. From the bottom pool the water flows downward out of view with a roar of white noise that is somehow both peaceful and exhilarating.

  We glance at each other and see the smile on the other’s face. The answer to the unasked question, was the hike worth it? is obvious. That long trek was more than worth it.

  In unison we both walk over to a patch of grass near the pools and put our backpacks down. As I stretch, you take off your hat and drop it to the ground. Then we grab our empty water bottles and fill them from the fresh spring water. Greedily we drink in the cold, crisp liquid, the water dribbling down our chins and dampening our shirts.

  “Wow,” you say, finally breaking our silence. “This place is incredible.”

  I am beaming, excited to have pleased you. “Glad you approve.”

  “I admit that I had my doubts on the way up here, but you’ve proved an excellent expedition leader,” you say with a wink. “So good you deserve a reward.”

  Coyly you walk over to me and drag your finger up my body, following the trail that the water has left. The single finger reaches my chin and pushes my face downward. When it has reached the appropriate angle, your arms slip around my neck and your lips reach up towards mine.

  Not being one to pull away from such a tender embrace, I lean down into the kiss, my arms wrapping around your waist, my hands settling on the small of your back. Your soft body is pressed against my chest, and I find myself becoming lost within our kiss.

  Your hands entangle themselves in my hair as I caress your back. My hands move lower and lower until I have your ass in my grasp, and I pull you up towards me, your breasts thrust against my abs. All the while our tongues are playfully exploring. I feel my cock harden in appreciation of your talents.

  Reluctantly, we pull apart from one another, and I can see the lust clearly on your beautiful face. You look down shyly, and your eyes fall onto my sweaty shirt. “Here let me help you. This should have a chance to dry in the sun.” I can feel your fingertips slip under the hem of the tee shirt as you lift it up and over my head.

  With my shirt off you stare appreciatively at my muscular chest. Your finger slips down my sweaty skin as it meanders down to my belly button. As it falls from my flesh, you lift it up to your face. Your eyes lock with mine as you bring your finger to your lips and smile. You somehow make it look like an innocent gesture as you suck you finger into your mouth, your tongue working it’s magic to clean off any trace of my essence.

  You slide your finger slowly out of your mouth, your lips clinging to your skin, not wanting to let go. As it finally escapes your luscious trap there is an audible pop that fills the air. You smile as your gaze drops. I watch as your eyes land on my package. They are obviously appraising the effect you’ve had on me, and they are far from disappointed.

  I grab you by your wrist and spin you around so that your back is against my chest. I wrap my arms around you, feeling your hot, sticky body pressed next to mine. My hands compress your belly so I can feel more of you on me. “Your shirt could use a chance to dry, as well.”

  Before you know it, I’m pulling your shirt up and over your head, leaving you only in your purple and black sports bra. You lean your head back against my chest, giving me a clear view of your cleavage and hard nipples poking through the thick fabric.

  I slide my hands up your belly and circle my palms over your nipples. Your mouth opens in a silent moan as your head leans further back. I move down and my lips are playing at the sensitive skin of your neck. A delicious moan escapes your mouth and flees directly into my ear.

  I slowly take my hands and lips off your body and you whimper disappointedly. You turn your head in an attempt to tease my earlobe with your lips, but I pull away from you completely.

  “Tease…,” the words slip out of your mouth, softly, feebly, and I can tell your knees are a little bit weak.

  I smile, regaining a little bit of control. “Tease? Well maybe just a little bit…” Then looking you directly in the eyes, I add, “We both know you like the tease.”

  You look away shyly, and I grab your wrist and lead you to the patch of grass. Pulling you down to the soft earth, you reluctantly allow yourself to sit down.

  My hands move from your wrist to your waist and then down to the waistband of your shorts. I slide my fingers between the rough fabric of your shorts and your silky wicking panties. Your hips sway approvingly as my fingers continue teasing you. You even lift your hips, expecting me to pull the shorts down, but instead I remove my fingers.

>   My hands move to your thighs, my fingers pressing down into your flesh. Dragging my fingertips down your inner thighs, your upper body shakes in an involuntary reaction. This is only amplified as I touch the exposed skin on your legs.

  When I reach your shoes I loosen the laces, first on one, and then the other. Slipping them off, you stretch your socked feet, relishing in the feeling of freedom. In another moment you’re sockless.

  I stretch out my legs, positioning one on either side of your legs, and place your feet on my thighs. I grab your left foot and start massaging the arch. You place your hands behind you and lean backwards, stretching out your back and letting the sunlight warm your skin and relax your muscles.

  I continue to massage your feet as you finish your stretch. When you lean forward again, you start untying my boots. I switch to your other foot as you finish removing my shoes and socks. You have a wide smile on your face as you watch me work all the muscles of your foot.