Heat Wave: A Summer Loving Anthology

by Anthology

  I smiled and tried to ignore her hand that was still plastered to my dick. I didn’t know if I wanted it to move again or for her to release me. “That was sexy as hell, Fiona. Watching you come is the best thing I’ve seen in New Orleans.”

  She laughed, letting her head fall back as she tried to swallow. “Give me a minute here.” Her fingers flexed against my dick, and I knew my answer. I needed her to stop stroking me through my jeans before I would have to leave the hospital looking like I’d pissed myself.

  We needed to detach from each other, or at least I needed her to move her warm, soft hand from my crotch. Slowly I slid my fingers out of her pussy and dragged them across her skin as I pulled them out of her pants. Her juices coated my fingers, and I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste her.

  Her head came forward as she watched me lick herself off my fingers. Sticking them in my mouth, I closed my lips, trapping her slickness. It was better than I had imagined. The sweetness danced across my tongue and permeated my entire mouth. I soaked it up, wishing there were more and wanting nothing more than to plant my face between her legs and feast for hours.

  When her hand released me as I licked my fingers clean, I instantly felt the loss. The warmth was replaced by nothingness, and my dick ached for her touch again. I groaned as my cock twitched, and my balls felt heavier than they had before we walked into the storage closet.

  Her smells and taste surrounded me and drove me mad with need. I had planned to take her to a late, extremely late, dinner and then spend the night having wild, monkey sex. I wasn’t about making love. I wanted to bang her brains out to the point that we both passed out. This put a kink into my plans, but a welcomed one.

  Without warning, she dropped to her knees and started to undo my zipper. Although I should have told her to stop and wait, my dick did the thinking and told me to shut the fuck up. She licked her lips as she unfastened the button and peeled the material away from my skin. I made it easy on her. I never wore underwear. Clothing alone was constricting enough without adding an extra layer to suffocate my cock.

  She palmed my hot flesh, moving it between her two hands, and I swear I almost died. The intensity of her soft skin against my hardness had my knees wobbling. As she moved forward, opening her mouth, I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t look away. Who the fuck would want to anyway?

  I stared at her as her tongue darted out and swiped against the tender spot underneath the head. “Fuck me,” I said through gritted teeth, tangling my fingers in her hair. As her lips closed around my tip, I shuddered. Honest to God, my body reacted of its own volition, moving forward to push my cock deeper into her mouth.

  She moaned around the shaft, causing the vibrations to shoot straight to my balls. I gritted my teeth and tried not to yell out all the things I felt or a string of curse words. My fingers dug deeper into her hair as she worked my dick. Sucking, licking, and stroking with her hand slick from her spit. It was a thing of fucking beauty the way she swallowed me whole and peered up at me. This was the second-best thing in the world next to seeing a woman come from something I did. It was a very, very close second.

  “So fuckin’ good,” I whispered, my voice harsh. I rested my head against the door and braced myself. I’d like to think I could last hours as she sucked me off. But there was no way in hell I’d last more than a couple minutes from start to finish.

  She increased her stroke, and when her mouth pulled away, she used her hand to swipe the tip. The softness of her hand against the hard, sensitive spot, my sweet spot as I call it, pushed me over the edge.

  My thighs locked as my hand fell away, releasing her hair. I rested my palms against the door, enjoying the feel of her lips as I released everything I had into her mouth. My body quaked with each stroke, the aftershocks just as intense as the first wave that smashed my last bit of resistance.

  When her lips left my dick, it bobbed in the air and immediately missed the heat of her. I stood there, unmoving, and drew in quick breaths. My heart banged against my chest, outpacing the air I tried to suck into my lungs. She sucked a mean dick. Although it may have been the best blow job I’d ever received, there was nothing more that I wanted than to be buried balls-deep inside her.

  She grinned as she rose to her feet. My cock twitched, loving the look on her face. She wasn’t done with me as much as I wasn’t finished with her. I grabbed the back of her neck, crashing my lips down on hers. Our mouths tasted of each other, mixing together on our tongues. The smell of sex and orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and made me want more. More than I could get in one night. She was intoxicating.

  When I released her from my grip, she peered up at me and bit her lip. “What’s wrong?” I asked. The look on her face confused me. Was she worried about something? I hoped she didn’t regret anything we just did because it was fucking spectacular.

  “This was always a fantasy of mine.” She blushed as her eyes glanced down.

  “I plan to make a few more come true before the night’s over.” I smiled down at her, brushing my lips against hers. “The night’s still young, doll.”

  “Let’s get the hell out of here,” she said as she pushed away from me and started to adjust her clothing.

  I nodded, pushing my dick back into my pants and zipping them up with great caution. The last thing I needed right now was an injury. My pecker and I had plans for tonight. They involved Fiona and not a wound that would put it out of commission.

  She stepped back and put her hands down at her sides. “Do I look good?” she asked, sighing as she blew a puff of air upward and moved the tiny wisps of hair that had fallen free when I fisted her hair.

  “You look fuckin’ beautiful, Fi.” She did too. As the overhead light bathed her in a white halo, she looked almost angelic. If I didn’t know her abilities, I’d swear she was an angel sent to rescue me from my weekend of pity.

  She blushed again and smiled. “You may want to button that.” She pointed at my dick and giggled.

  I laughed, fastening the button that just a few moments ago I couldn’t wait for her to open. “Do I look like you just gave me the best damn orgasm of my life?”

  “The best?” she asked, looking shocked.

  “Of. My. Life,” I admitted and nodded. I couldn’t stop the giant smile from growing wider on my face. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get rid of this smile the entire night. It may be permanent, and I hadn’t really been much into smiling recently.

  “Well, shit. I could’ve done better than that,” she replied, putting her hands on her hips.

  “What?” I blurted out. “There’s no way it could be better than that.”

  “I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” She grinned, looking at me from under her eyelashes.

  I closed my eyes, trying not to picture her mouth on my dick again. I didn’t want to walk out of here with a boner. I finally felt a sense of relief, or at least I wasn’t in discomfort like I had been just a few minutes earlier.

  “I don’t need tricks. I just need you. I just want Fiona without any bullshit.”

  “You’ll get her, but first let’s grab my stuff.”

  I reached back, moving my body away from the door as I turned the doorknob. She walked out in front of me, pretending that nothing had happened. She looked cool as a cucumber, but she fidgeted with her hair. It was a bit haphazard and had that freshly fucked look about it as we walked down the hallway. She kept peeking over her shoulder, giving me a tiny smile as we walked down the hallway.

  I winked at her, watching her face turn a brighter shade of pink. The excitement I felt was written all over my face. The sadness I had last night had vanished. It was replaced by a sense of hopefulness and eagerness.

  How could I go back to my life in Florida after spending a few short hours in New Orleans with Fiona? The bigger question was how did a woman like Fiona work her way inside, change my view of the world, and cause me to examine my entire future?

  Were my feelings true, or were we a classic case of rebo
und?

  Epilogue

  AFTER I RETURNED HOME to Tampa and got back to my job, I knew it wouldn’t work. Not Fiona, but my life in general. The feeling of restlessness I felt working for the FBI had become suffocating and inescapable. Living in a town that held so many memories fucked with my head. I was miserable.

  The only bright spot in my day was Fiona. Talking with her, video calls, and texting kept me sane day to day. The western coast of Florida even lacked spirit. The area was bland. It lacked the culture and history that saturated New Orleans.

  Everything felt wrong. Every damn thing. I didn’t belong here. The linchpin that kept me here had always been Izzy. I rarely thought about her anymore. I didn’t wish for what could’ve been. We were friends from childhood, and she was no longer the woman I loved.

  I wanted to be with Fiona. Nothing brought me greater joy than seeing her face and hearing her voice. I was ready for a new start. I’d never been a pussy when it came to change. Some people may have thought I was overly cautious or a little too in control, but for once I was ready to say “Fuck it.”

  Even if it didn’t work out with Fiona, I’d get a fresh start. I deserved that. I earned the right to find my happiness. There was no better place in the world to try to do that than a city like New Orleans.

  “Fi,” I said after she answered my call on the first ring.

  “Sam!” she yelled. “I’ve missed your voice.”

  “Hey, baby. I’m thinking about taking a trip.” I flicked at the balled-up paper sitting on my desk and watched it fall to the floor.

  “Oh, where ya going?”

  “Well,” I said as I pulled a piece of paper out of my desk, ready to write my letter of resignation. I closed my eyes, praying she wouldn’t freak the fuck out. “I think I need New Orleans.”

  “Oh my God, really?” she screamed into the phone, causing me to move the earpiece away from my head. “When? For how long?” she asked quickly.

  “Now and forever.”

  Those three words were filled with so much hope for what lay ahead. Sometimes you find someplace, someone that makes you feel at home, and you just need to grab it by the reins and hold on for the crazy-ass ride called life. Everything comes with chances, and if we don’t take a risk, we may miss out on the best thing in our life. I was ready for anything. Fiona made all things possible.

  “Those are the sweetest words I’ve ever heard,” she whispered. “I’ll be waiting, Sam.”

  “On my way, doll. Talk later.”

  “Later, babe.”

  I disconnected the call and wrote out a short letter, stating that effective immediately I was no longer an employee of the FBI. I had a life to live and nothing would hold me back.

  Love.

  Life.

  Laughter.

  I had a future that would be filled with all of those things, and I wouldn’t let anything get in my way. Fiona and New Orleans had changed me. Made me a better man. Brought me more happiness than I thought possible.

  I always thought I was in love until I met Fiona. I knew when I touched her that no other woman could ever compare. I wasn’t in love with Izzy Gallo. I loved her, yes, but she wasn’t the one. The time with her wasn’t wasted. It brought me to the Funky Pirate in New Orleans. The stool next to me had sat empty, waiting for Fiona to fill the space at the bar and the void in my life.

  For once, I believed in fate.

  Banded Together

  By Hilary Storm

  Chapter One

  Eaven

  "HEY, BABY, I CAN'T wait ‘til you're officially Mrs. Walker." His deep whisper pulls me out of my almost asleep state. I roll over to face him and even though it's dark, I watch his face. Nose to Nose.

  "I'm already yours. You know this." So much has happened since he proposed. We were going to wait another year, but Talon is ready to make it official. I love his urgency—I'm ready, too—but I don’t want to rush it with everything that’s going on with the band and the trial.

  Rebel Walking lost their spot on the tour when Taron was arrested. We've spent the last five months, either in court or in limbo, waiting for something to happen. A few months ago Taron was released from all charges, but the Walker's haven't rested while the trial for Dylan has been on going. Luckily, this morning he was found guilty on multiple counts of attempted rape, attempted murder and countless other offenses. He will be spending many years in prison, which is where he belongs.

  The instant relief when the verdict was read was so peaceful. We should be celebrating, but everyone is too exhausted to do anything today.

  "I know, but I want the world to know."

  "They do. Are you kidding me? We're always together."

  "We could just do something small at the lake house. We could walk down to the beach and get married next to the water—just have our family and the crew there to share it with us. Avery can be the flower girl. I’d have Taron, Holden, and Luke on my side and of course you’d have Ivy, Lilly, and Macy on yours.

  "You have this all planned out, don't you?" I sit up in bed and begin to think of all the stuff I'll need to do to pull this off.

  "All of the important stuff, I do." He rolls onto his back, pulling my hands toward him. "Come here, baby."

  I work my way into a straddle on top of the man who holds my whole heart. "We're not going to stress over this. Let's just keep it simple." I let his words soak in. I can't wait to be Mrs. Talon Walker and it really isn't my style to have a huge wedding, anyway. I figured he would've wanted one, but I'm relieved he doesn't.

  "Simple. I like it." His hands begin to roam over my body and I take the opportunity to rotate my hips just right so that he feels my warmth. Sleeping naked has its benefits.

  "You wicked, wicked woman. Don't you dare tease me." His fingers pinch my nipples as he thrusts upward, reminding me what he's packing. His erection moves right where I want it to.

  "Oh, I'm not teasing." My breathy voice amuses him.

  "What's so funny?" This time it's my impatience that's obvious.

  "You're always so ready for me. You never disappoint."

  "Damn straight. Have you ever seen yourself?" I lower my mouth to his chest and begin nibbling over his chest and neck. His hands continue to roam over my body, sending chills in every direction. My hair falls over my face and he uses his hand to swipe it to one side. I feel his hand leave me and his body stretch toward the nightstand right before he flicks on the light.

  He loves to watch me during sex. It strikes me to the depths of my soul when he does this. His stare pierces straight through my body the entire time. It's raw and so real, but I love it.

  I lift my torso back up and watch him tuck his arms beside his head. My fingers run over and through the ridges of his defined stomach. He works hard to stay sculpted and I never miss the opportunity to truly appreciate his efforts.

  My fingers follow the muscles straight to where our hips meet. I slowly lift my hips and enjoy that his shaft lifts to the exact spot I need it to be. Sliding down onto him, I close my eyes and love the feeling of him filling me completely. With my hands splayed across his abs, I begin to move slowly.

  My focus on how he feels is consuming me. I open my eyes to watch him, not surprised when I find him staring deep into my eyes. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I continue my motions. He allows me to move completely on my own; I love when he gives me control. There are too many times he can't wait any longer and he takes over.

  I work him slowly until his heated release sends me into my own orgasm. Our eyes never leave each other’s and his arms are still tucked behind his head. I lean down to kiss his lips and he envelops me in his arms. The touch of his hands on my sweaty body makes me want to drag him into the shower with me.

  "I fucking love you." His words make me smile.

  "You're such a romantic." I pinch his nipple as I lean up.

  "What? I do!"

  "I know you do. I love you, too!"

  "So marry me."

  "I am
marrying you."

  "Today."

  "We can't get married today. I need to get a few things together."

  "Okay. Tomorrow."

  "You are impossible."

  "This weekend. Saturday. That gives you five days."

  Can I do everything in five days? My mind starts rushing through all the places I need to go, things I need to do. He palms my face with both hands and leans up so that we’re eye to eye. "We're not going to stress out over this." He pulls me in for a kiss. "We are going to enjoy this week and look forward to starting our lives together. Let me plan everything."

  "You want to plan our wedding?"

  "Sure. Why not? It's not that big of a deal. I just need you there looking fucking gorgeous, a ring and me."

  "What about the cake, my dress, invites, photographer, decorations, music, your tux...."

  "Hold up. Let's just do this together." I watch him reach for his phone.

  "Mom, I'm getting married Saturday." He holds the phone away from his ear and hits speaker. I can hear her scream echo distortedly through the phone.

  "Oh, Talon! I'm so excited for you guys. Eaven is already considered family, though. What can I do to help?"

  "Well, I'd like you to see if we can borrow the lake house from the Peterson's. We need to call the family and tell them—since we won't have time for invitations—and I'm going to let you handle making it look ready for a wedding. We want to keep it simple, so don't go overboard." His conversation continues for some time while he explains to her what he wants.

  "Out by the water. We’ll need room for the set, too, so work on that. Rebel Walking will play that night." I watch my man in amazement. Is he for real? I've never really had any specific plans for my wedding day; I just always focused on who I would share the big day with. Sadly, in all of my thoughts about that day, I never dreamed how much I would love my guy. It's hard to imagine unless you've felt this way before.