Heat Wave: A Summer Loving Anthology

by Anthology

  “I love you, Mr. Wilson,” I say as I pull back a little.

  “I love you, Mrs. Wilson,” he groans as I take him deeper into my throat. I love to watch him like this, it’s rare to see him lose all control. Cam’s hands grip my head pulling me up to him.

  He kisses me on the lips before sinking his cock into me causing my nails to dig into his back. He slowly begins to move in and out of me deliberately grinding against my pelvis and my clit causing me to moan even louder than I already was. I tighten my legs around his waist forcing him even deeper and relishing in the feeling of him being there.

  “Baby, you feel so fucking good. Each time I think there is no way it could get better but it does.” His hands grip my hips and he starts to speed up his pace, with each thrust my body peaks so close to release it’s agonizing. I throw my head back and arch into him begging for more. Cam’s hands slip around to my butt and lift me off the bed as he uses the weight of my body to drive into me even harder. I scream as my orgasm rips through me, Cam speeds up and it prolongs the effects making my body almost spasm in pleasure. He lets out a groan and finally stills taking mercy on my used and exhausted body.

  I hear a muffled ringing and Cam stands up. I’m too tired to open my eyes and pay any attention to what is going on until I hear his reply to whoever is on the other end.

  “Fuck!”

  Chapter Two

  WELL, THAT DOESN’T sound good. I can’t help but wonder who he is talking to, and what it could be about. Cam is pacing back and forth in front of the bed and obviously the mood is over, so I get up and walk over to the bathroom. I throw on some pajamas I left in there and when I come out he is sitting on the bed with a pair of sweatpants on. “Hey, everything okay?”

  His hands run over his face before he looks up at me. “The squad that was attached to us in Afghanistan has gone missing. I just got orders that we are deploying a week from today on a rescue mission.” His voice is barely audible and I have to almost strain to hear the words coming out of his mouth.

  A deep pit forms in my stomach. I try to hold back the impending tears, knowing he needs me to be strong. I don’t want him to go, I want to be selfish and keep him here with me.

  Cam has been in the army since after high school and I still have an anxiety attack every time I find out he is getting deployed. This time feels different though, I mean a rescue mission? That screams danger. We just got home from our honeymoon, too, and we haven’t even unpacked all of the boxes. As selfish as this might sound, I’m not ready for him to leave me yet. I hang my head and look down at the floor trying to compose myself and not put any added stress or pressure on him. My fingers nervously play with my hair while I try to think of something I can say to him.

  “I know it sucks, babe, but I don’t have any control over this.” He walks up to me and pulls me against his body. “At least it isn’t a long one.”

  Cam’s longest deployment was six months, and I barely made it. I have never thought of myself as someone who has enough strength to be a military wife. When I met Cam he wanted to get a football scholarship to a college, and eventually go pro. He got into Mississippi State and was put into the Egg Bowl game when the starting quarterback had to get checked for a concussion. The Egg Bowl is when Mississippi State plays their longtime rivals Ole Miss. It is always a brutal and emotionally charged game. He was doing amazing and people couldn’t believe it was his first college game, that’s when it happened.

  Cam was running the last play of the game and he had just let go of the ball when another player hit him from the side. He went down hard and the doctor determined he had suffered a concussion. This would normally not have been a big deal if he hadn’t already had two others within the same year. The first was in the playoffs our senior year, a situation much like what had just happened. The second was actually when he was with me. It was during the summer and we were headed out for a “nature” day as Cam liked to call them. An SUV came out of nowhere and slammed into our car. I walked away with a broken arm and Cam with a concussion. So now the concussion he got in the game was number three and the medical staff told him they did not feel secure with keeping him on the team.

  After that they told Cam he couldn’t play anymore and the look on his face broke my heart. I could tell that he was crushed completely, the only thing he had ever wanted had been stripped from him and he was lost. For weeks he had no direction and there wasn’t even a glimpse of the person I used to know.

  After about a month, Cam stopped at one of the booths set up around campus and received some information on the ROTC program. He joined the day after he spoke to the director and explained his circumstances. After that my Cam started to come back; he was smiling, laughing and seemed to be enjoying his new dream. When we graduated college, he became an officer in the army and three months later we were facing his first deployment.

  He calls me whenever possible but I know during the first few days they have don’t have much free time and the reception is always really spotty. “I’m gonna miss you.” My voice is almost a whisper because I don’t trust myself to have the strength behind it that I want. That’s all I can say to him. I’ll admit that I’m not the strongest person, and I am probably way too dependent on Cam, but he has always taken care of me. When he isn’t here, I feel like a part of me is missing, nothing feels right.

  “Baby, I’ll come back, I’ll always come back. You are my life, and I couldn’t ever leave you.” I relax at the sound of his words. He tells me this every time he has to leave and it’s what I replay in my mind constantly while he is gone. It’s what keeps me going, knowing that at the end of the deployment he’ll be back here with me again. “No matter where I am in the world just know that I'm always here next to you. Without you, none of this can be real. You're my lucky charm; the woman I'm gonna grow old with. In sixty years we're gonna sit on the front porch swing and watch our grandkids running and laughing in the yard. I'll take your hand and you'll look at me smiling. It's going to be an amazing life, baby. I need you to be strong for me okay?” I look up at him taken back by the amount of love that I see in his eyes. “We have a week before I leave, and I plan to use it to spoil my beautiful wife.”

  I smile at him and gently place a kiss on his lips. “You know how your wife wants to be spoiled right now?” I wrap my arms around his neck and he raises his eyebrows at me suggestively. “She wants you to help her unpack the enormous amount of boxes in the house.” His face drops and I can’t help but laugh at his expression.

  “You better run.”

  I screech and fly out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Cam catches me in the living room and tackles me onto the couch. He pins my arms over my head and settles himself on top of me. “That was not very nice, Mrs. Wilson.”

  “Maybe I’m not as nice as you think I am, Mr. Wilson.” He leans down to kiss me once more. “You are everything I think you are and so much more.” He stands up pulling me with him. “Let’s get all this crap unpacked so we can enjoy being with each other this next week.”

  With that statement my mood drops once again. One week—seven days—is all I have before he has to leave. It might not be so bad if I worked a normal nine to five job and had somewhere to spend my days. I’m a writer so really the only place I will go is Starbucks and I usually spend more time people watching than actually writing. I suffer from serious writer’s block when Cam is gone, too. How can I write about loving couples when I’m separated from the person I love? Every time he leaves, he takes my inspiration with him. As depressing as I know I sound all I really do when he’s gone is veg out on the couch and watch trashy reality shows.

  My few friends will try to get me out and every once in a while they succeed. However, more than anything else, I will just stay home, afraid that if I’m somewhere with bad reception I might miss a call from him. I might not get that reassurance that he is safe, and hear him telling me that he will be home soon.

  Although my parents are still alive and happ
ily married, I hate going to them with my issues. My mom is more of a worry wart than I am and my dad is so stressed out and tired by the time he gets home from work that I just don’t want to bother them with my issue of needing to be coddled. I need to be strong. Not just for me, but for Cam.

  Cam and I spend the rest of the night unpacking and we have gone back to the way we were before he got his news. We ordered a pizza and ended up falling asleep ten minutes into the movie we decided to watch. If I could spend every night like this I would.

  He makes me so happy even when we are doing absolutely nothing.

  Chapter Three

  I WAKE UP TO THE smell of bacon and crawl out of bed like a zombie. My body is still so tired from unpacking the house yesterday that if it weren’t for the heavenly smell that drifted upstairs, I would still be sleeping. When I walk into the kitchen Cam is standing in front of the stove in just his pajama pants. I hear a muttered curse word every couple of seconds and his body is jumping like he is getting shocked. “How many times have I said you shouldn’t cook bacon without a shirt on?” I laugh and lean my elbows onto the island behind him.

  He turns around and smirks at me. “You complaining about the view?” My eyes roam over his toned chest and abs causing me to unintentionally shake my head. I definitely never complain about the view. He watches me as I walk over to him. “Best view I’ve seen in a long time.”

  His eyebrows raise at my comment. “In a long time? You better change that statement to the best view you’ve ever seen.” I laugh and reach for a piece of bacon that is already cooled on the plate. Cam smacks my hand and I quickly withdraw it. “Uh-uh-uh, what were you saying about the view?”

  My arms wrap around his waist and I lean into him so that we are flush against each other. “Best. View. Ever.” I place a kiss on his chest in-between each word.

  Cam smacks my butt before turning back to the stove. “That’s what I thought.” I grab a piece of bacon and then head over to the table. I swear I have the best damn husband because it is set with plates and glasses of orange juice. Cam walks over with the bacon and eggs before sitting down across from me.

  “Thanks so much, babe. It smells amazing.”

  “I figured that is what got your comatose butt out of bed.” I throw a piece of bacon at him. Instead of it hitting him, he catches it in his mouth. “Don’t forget we have the picnic with everyone today.”

  I internally roll my eyes. Cam’s friends and their wives can be nice but I don’t feel like being sociable today. The women only want to talk about their husbands or their kids, before the wedding all I would hear is “when are you two going to tie the knot?” now that that question is answered, I know the next topic will be “when are you two going to have babies?.” I am so not ready for that conversation or babies. Plus I know the hot topic will be the upcoming deployment. All of the guys are in the same squad so I’m positive they all got the call yesterday. It is seriously going to bring my mood down having to talk about babies and losing Cam all day. I put on my happy face though because I don’t want to put any added stress onto him. “Sounds good.”

  We finish breakfast and I head upstairs to get dressed. When I moved to North Carolina with Cam, I left my family back in Pennsylvania. I’ve made a few friends here, but honestly I have just gotten used to being on my own. So at times like this when I have to go and pretend to be some sort of social butterfly it can be exhausting.

  “Hey, beautiful, you ready?” Cam is standing in the doorway dressed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs his arms just right.

  “Yep.” We head outside and since his friend AJ’s house is only three blocks away we decide to walk.

  “So, how is the writing going?” Cam has always been extremely supportive of me and my dream even though it’s been a long, slow journey. I published my first book about six months ago, it’s a romance that, for the most part, is based on our relationship. Ever since then I have had a major case of writer’s block. Reviews were okay, but the one constant comment was that there is a lack of heat and passion. I can’t help but doubt myself and think maybe I’m not meant to be an author, but every time I say that, Cam shoots it down and tells me that we will just have to practice any scene I come up with to make it more realistic.

  “It’s moving along slowly. Honestly, I don’t know what it is, babe. It’s like I have no idea who the characters are that I’m writing or where the story is supposed to be going.”

  His arm wraps around my shoulder and he places a kiss on the top of my head. “It will come to you. You’re amazing and all you have to do is wait for everyone else to figure it out.”

  When he says things like that it makes me wonder if he is real. I also can’t figure out how in the hell I got so lucky to have someone like him in my life. We walk up to AJ’s house and he opens the door.

  “Wilson! It’s about time you got here!” All of the guys call each other by their last name. I still haven’t gotten used to it and choose to call them by their first names. We walk into the house and I see that, per usual, the men are gathered in the living room watching sports and the women are sitting at the kitchen table. I walk into the kitchen and am met with the highest screeches humanly possible.

  “Shay!” They all yell almost in unison. I’m rushed worse than a quarterback in the Super Bowl and they are all grabbing at my hand trying to examine my rings.

  I thought we had only planned on going to Jamaica for a vacation and to get away. To my surprise, once we got to our room, it was set up with candles everywhere and Cam got down on one knee. I said yes before he even finished the entire proposal. He told me he had everything set up if I wanted to tie the knot on the beach. I have never been someone who wanted the spotlight so I agreed immediately. We were married on the beach, just the two of us, and it was absolutely perfect.

  Numerous compliments are thrown as the girls practically drool on my finger. “Come sit! You have to tell us everything!” Chrissy is pulling me by the hand toward the table. Once we are sitting, I look around at Chrissy, Carrie, and Casey. When I first met them I couldn’t believe that all their names are so similar. It’s just another factor that makes me feel like an outsider. Chrissy has curly blonde hair and is pregnant, like she is about to lay down and push it out pregnant. Casey, sports a short brown bob and sits so straight I swear she glues a board to her back. It’s legitimately ridiculous. I mean I’m all for good posture, but relax girl. Carrie has red hair that is so long it exhausts me just thinking about how time-consuming it must be for her to do it.

  “So how was the trip? You’re so lucky! Joey never takes me anywhere! It doesn’t help that we have the kids though,” Carrie pouts at me.

  “The trip was good. It was really relaxing. I actually wish we were still there.” You have no idea how much.

  “So…” Casey, AJ’s wife, looks around at everyone and then back at me. “Are you guys trying?” And there it is. Kill me now.

  “Yea, we are.” They all start yelling and clapping their hands. “We are totally trying to unpack the house, but it’s taking forever.”

  The room goes silent and the military mafia looks at me with puzzled expressions. “No, Shay, I meant are you guys trying to get pregnant.” Casey reiterates, as if I didn’t get it the first time.

  “No, unfortunately Cam can’t get pregnant.” Silence. Damn, tough crowd. “I’m kidding.” They give me a few fake chuckles before the silence settles in again. “We just got married, and haven’t even talked about kids yet. It will happen when it does though, I’m not worried about it.” Their faces all drop and no one says a word. “Come on, guys, it’s not that big of a deal. You would think that I just told you all that there was no Santa Claus.”

  Chrissy covers her very pregnant stomach with her hands. “Shay, don’t say that! The baby might hear you!”

  Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

  Chapter Four

  AFTER ALMOST FOUR HOURS of sitting through mind numbing rambling with Carrie, Chrissy, an
d Casey, I’m about to kill myself. I venture into the living room where the boys are yelling and flinch as they all jump up to celebrate what I’m assuming is the team’s victory. I stand in the doorway unsure of what the heck to do. I mean they are all jumping around like kangaroos on drugs.

  Cam looks over and sees me then charges. He throws me over his shoulder, yells and gets back in the mosh pit that has now formed. After a few minutes and a newly formed headache, I’m returned to my upright position.

  “We won, babe!”

  “Yea, I could have guessed that,” I laugh before I grab his hand. “You ready to get home?”

  Just then I hear more yelling. I look toward the commotion and see Cam’s sergeant, Jacob. I swear it hits me every time how much they look like each other. The biggest difference is their personalities. Cam is kind, sociable, and funny. Jacob is stone-cold, all business, and I seriously thinks he lacks the capacity to laugh. “Clark!” Cam shouts and then heads over to greet him. I know, at this point, my chances of escape are slim to none, but I seriously cannot handle one more minute of “oh my God” and “the kids this or the kids that.” I have had my fill of the women.

  I decide to sit in the living room and tolerate all of the testosterone, rather than head back into the lion’s den. Sometimes I just love to watch the dynamic between these boys. They have all been together since almost day one, and you can tell. Even when they aren’t working, it’s like they move as one unit. As much as I internally complain about these get-togethers, I really do enjoy them. The guys are all truly amazing and I know that if I needed anything I could call anyone one of them and they would come running. The girls, while they make me want to physically harm myself, I know that if I needed someone to talk to or a shoulder to lean on they would be there.