Heat Wave: A Summer Loving Anthology
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I could see tears glistening in his eyes and I lost it all over again. That handsome man lying in bed next to me loved me. He fucking loved me and I sat crying instead of kissing him and showing him how much I loved him, too.
My lips met his and in between each kiss I told him I loved him over and over. Told him how happy he made me. That night we didn’t just have sex, we made love to each other for the first time. Our bodies connected on a level they never had before. They connected with our heads and our hearts. Our emotions poured out through our caresses, kisses, and strokes.
What we had was real. I felt like I’d been waiting my entire adult life to feel that way about another person when in reality I was. I was waiting for Radek and hadn’t even known it.
~ 16 ~
LIFE WITH MY pilot was great. I missed him terribly when he was gone, but knew he was mine and would be back soon. The moment he got back from each trip he drove home, packed a bag, and came right over. I had spent a couple of nights at his apartment, but Ace wasn’t comfortable and kept barking at people outside of the window. He was used to my place with a lot of land, not an apartment complex. We decided later to stay at my house to keep him happy.
Ace took to Radek just as he had to me. He protected him when the two of them went out to run errands by barking at whatever people were around and ran alongside him when they went for jogs along my property.
The paparazzi even went to my business with Aubrey and tried to get her to answer questions. She was polite, never giving anything away. The small amount of attention they had given her and our business meant more clients which made her happy. What made Aubrey happy, made me happy. She deserved it.
When not with Radek or Aubrey I would go hang out with Anna, my best friend. She had a way of taking my mind off of everything and making me laugh my ass off. It also helped that every time I visited her I got to hold her beautiful baby girl.
October came fast and next thing I knew we were on our way to Kansas for my dad and Karen’s wedding. We arrived three days prior to it with Rob and Natalie in tow. My dad invited them to the wedding as well and they both were excited to attend.
On the flight there I found out that Natalie and Rob had become an item. It was an unlikely match to me. Natalie was more polite and reserved where Rob had a temper, but as the saying goes, opposites attract.
Our days leading up to the ceremony were full of fun. Dad had planned a spa day for Karen and I while he took Radek golfing. Golfing. I still couldn’t picture him swinging a club, but apparently he was pretty good at it. One more thing I didn’t know about him.
Before we left to go to the spa, Radek pulled me aside to ask where we were going. His jealous side went into overdrive when I told him I was going to get a massage. While Karen loved the massage Troy gave her, she later confessed she would feel more comfortable with a woman doing it.
We did go to the same spa he worked at though. It was the best around and dad only wanted that for us. I assured my pilot that his hands were the only male hands that would be touching me. With reluctance, he watched as I went off with Karen and later that night he made sure to show me who I belonged to. What he didn’t expect was me doing the same thing back to him. He wasn’t the only one who got jealous. I’d seen the way women stared at him with their mouths hanging open. The way waitresses would graze his arm with their hand when we went out to eat. I needed to remind him that mine was the only pussy he was to touch. Not that I thought he would cheat on me, but a little reminder goes a long way.
The wedding ceremony was beautiful and the weather was perfect, not a cloud in the sky. Karen was beaming when she made her way down the aisle to my dad and I’d never seen him happier. I had worn the deep purple dress we had picked out. It was strapless with subtle bunching over the chest and waist, then flowed straight to the ground. Radek wore a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath and a simple black tie. I kept my eyes on him throughout the ceremony. I knew I should have been watching my dad and Karen, but I couldn’t help it. He was hot!
The reception was nothing short of amazing. The combination of décor, music, and food made it an event to remember. I got to see a lot of my family that I hadn’t seen in awhile. Everyone was introduced to Radek. He didn’t seem to mind being dragged around. I rewarded him by promising to make it up to him once we got back to my room. That perked him up.
We danced a few times before parting so I could use the bathroom and he could get another drink. On my way back one of my old high school classmates cornered me. How the fuck he got invited was beyond me. He was never someone I dated and just gave off that creepy vibe. He had slicked back, dark hair, wasn’t much taller than me, and a beer gut. His dress shirt was open a good three buttons on the top revealing his chest hair. Classy.
I tried to get away from him, but he kept stepping in front of me, asking me to dance. Right around the fifth time of me saying no, I saw Radek come up behind him. He towered over the asshole.
His voice was deep and threatening when he asked, “Is there a problem?”
The weasel, whose name I’d forgotten and didn’t care to remember, turned with a sneer toward my man. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two was saying, “Well, if it isn’t Kasi Markson’s adulterous boyfriend. Where were you? Off screwing around behind her back?”
Radek’s fist flew out so fast the guy didn’t even have time to react. He hit the ground with a thud. One of the men on security detail ran over, asked me what happened, and then proceeded to haul the moron out of the reception.
I wasn’t surprised Radek hit him. If he didn’t, I was going to. I saw him shaking his hand and took it into mine. It was red and starting to swell. We walked over to the bar and asked for some ice wrapped in a towel.
It took my dad all of two minutes to hear what had happened and find us. Radek began to apologize, but I cut him off by telling my dad that he deserved being hit. My dad agreed and apologized for inviting him. Turned out he was the son of one of the executives at Markson Aviation. I kind of felt bad for that guy. My dad was going to chew into him for his son’s behavior.
Radek apologized to my dad once more even though it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t want my dad to view him in a negative light. He didn’t. I knew that without a doubt and also knew that had my dad been there, I wouldn’t have been sure who would have hit the guy first.
We danced some more after that and laughed when the cake was cut and Karen smashed it in my dad’s face. It was a great time and I was glad I got to be a part of it, minus the douchebag.
The next day we were leaving to go back home. Back in the bedroom I took a long, hot shower and dried my hair. Stepping out of the bathroom fully naked I saw my man lying on the bed in only a pair of boxer briefs. Hot damn, I was one lucky bitch.
I went over to the bed and climbed on top of him, stopping to take one of his nipples into my mouth. He shuddered beneath me and I loved it. Moving to the other one, I brought my hand up and found him semi-hard. My fingers rubbed him through his briefs, loving the fact that he got harder with each movement.
I took the only piece of clothing he was wearing off and positioned myself above his cock. He sunk lower on the bed to get comfortable, but when I was about to move myself onto him, he grabbed my waist and brought my pussy up to his mouth.
My hands flew to the smooth wooden headboard for balance. I was convulsing over him in a matter of minutes. His hands held me firm when I tried to move afterward. I wanted to fuck him, but he wasn’t finished tasting me. The sensations were almost too much to tolerate. My clit was beyond sensitive and after a few sucks and sweeps of his tongue I was on the brink of another orgasm.
“Stop, you have to stop. I want you inside of me. Please, Radek.”
Without warning he slid up to a seated position and lifted me onto his dick. I slid down with ease. My movements were quick, needing to release again. It was torturous, but in the most unbelievably delicious way. He must have seen the torment on my face, because h
e brought his thumb to my swollen nub and pushed me over the edge. In the haze I heard the headboard banging against the wall and hadn’t realized I was the one moving it while I came. He followed right behind me, my name leaving his lips in a quiet rush.
My head landed on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. He gripped my face gently, pulling me back so he could kiss me. The combination of my taste on his tongue and the two orgasms he had given me worked me up all over again.
Rolling my hips, my clit rubbed against him in a fantastic way. Radek got up on his knees while holding me and pushed me onto my back, all the while staying inside of me. He thrust deep, then withdrew completely a few times. I groaned each time he was fully sheathed, not wanting him to leave.
Growling in my ear he said, “Hold on to me. It’s going to be a rough ride.”
He fucked me fast, pushing me to the very edge of the bed. My head hung down over the side, all of the blood rushing to it. My body ached for release. I kept my hands on the bedding, afraid I was going to tip right off of the bed, but the feeling was so good that I didn’t want to move.
“I won’t let you fall, baby. Ever.” His statement affected me in more ways than one. My pussy started to contract around him, my heart felt like it was being squeezed, and my mind soaked in each word.
Lost in my own sea of emotions, I hadn’t realized he started to pull me back onto the bed. I was on my back, my heart rate slowing, when he pulled out. He sat up on his knees and began to stroke his dick above me. After a few pumps of his fist he came all over my stomach and cunt.
Damn, he was beautiful. Panting from our love making, sweat glistening on his chest, strong arms braced against my knees to hold himself up, and he was mine. All fucking mine. I dared anyone to try and take him from me. They would have a war of epic proportions on their hands.
His eyes met my own and we stayed where we were, staring at one another. I reached down with one finger to dab it in his seed that was now coating my soft skin. My finger swirled in it before I brought it to my mouth to suck the milky liquid off.
Leaning forward, he took the finger out of my mouth and put into his own. He sucked on it gently, moving his tongue around it, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. That talented tongue did it to me every time. “What’s the matter, baby? Ready to go again?”
I didn’t think I could walk, let alone fuck again. “I’m good for now. You’ve officially worn me out.”
He chuckled. The bed dipped when he left. My eyes were shut, close to drifting off to sleep when I felt a warm washcloth on my belly. He cleaned me off, even between my legs.
Scooping me up in his strong arms, he settled me next to him in bed, and covered us up. That night I dreamt of a future with Radek. One where we were married and living an amazing life. It was a good dream. I woke in the morning with a smile on my face and my pilot lying behind me with his arms wrapped protectively around my waist.
Never would I have thought of marrying someone before him. Shit, not long ago I couldn’t even think about it when we were already dating. Now I thought it would be nothing short of fantastic. We could have a great life together.
He sat up and went to kiss me, but the smile on my face stopped him. “What are you so happy about?”
“I had a really good dream.”
“Yeah? Did there happen to be a certain handsome pilot in it?”
“There just might have been.”
He smiled back, placed a light kiss on the tip of my nose, and went to go shower. I stayed in bed thinking about all of the details of my dream. Some dreams flew out of my head the second I woke, but that one stayed with me long after.
Off in my own world I hadn’t heard my phone ring at first. By the third ring I snapped out of my haze and reached for it. I answered without looking to see who it was.
“Hello?”
A woman’s voice came across the line. “Kasi Markson?”
A chill ran up my spine and I had a bad feeling deep in my stomach. “Yes. Who’s this?”
“This is Erin Daltin.”
My eyebrows scrunched as I tried to remember why that name sounded familiar. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“Not personally, but I’m the woman who slept with Radek years ago. We need to talk.”
My world suddenly tilted, the room spun, and I was unable to breathe.
To be continued…
LOVE on the Horizon
By:
A.M. Madden
Chapter One - Rebecca
“GRADUATES, THIS IS OUR time. This is what they’ve been preparing us for since birth. The world is ours for the taking. The sky is the limit. Through us, great things can happen. Through us, history will be made. My advice for you all, as we embark on a magical journey otherwise known as our future, is to work hard, play harder, love the hardest, and make your mark.”
Those words were spoken by our valedictorian, Ellen Haskle.
Ellen Haskle fucking lied.
God, I wasn’t prepared for reality. Reality, along with Ellen Haskle, could kiss my ass. The optimism I felt while listening to her speech has evaporated along with my savings account. My so-called “magical journey otherwise known as my future” turned out to be a waitressing job at Hooters. Two hundred and sixty-three grand of tuition fees, the majority of which translated to my student loans, was obviously money well spent.
I needed a change, a drastic one. I hated that job. The only reason I subjected myself to such torment was: a) because it was the first job to hire me, and b) my size thirty-four D hooters could get me fantastic tips. I wasn’t a dummy.
I didn’t count on: c) despising it.
Only a few months in, I couldn’t take another day of that hell. It wasn’t Hooters that I despised…they’re a fine wing and beer establishment. It was the hordes and hordes of dumbasses that felt a night at Hooters automatically guaranteed a night with one of the waitresses. Most of them were pathetic disgustos that grew a set of balls when dining there. Those same asswipes wouldn’t dare speak to a pretty girl out in the real world. Put him inside Hooters with some spare change, and suddenly he acted like a Hugh Hefner wannabe.
So, it really wasn’t a huge surprise on the night I got fired why I got fired. As I carried a tray loaded up with beer, chicken wings, and an order of nachos, I remembered wondering if dumping them on the assholes pawing at me would be considered leaving my mark? I swear I only thought about it. I have no idea how my arm gave out just as I got closer to their table. In slow motion, I watched as the food and drink left my tray and met their laps. They didn’t appreciate the giggles that escaped and proceeded to call me a skank.
Skank?
As I leaned onto their messy table while asking them to go fuck themselves, a firm tap on my shoulder was my one-way ticket out of my magical journey.
That night I ended up at my kitchen table drowning in chocolate-chip cookie love.
“Darling, there has to be something in your field you can do,” my mom said as she enabled my chocolate addiction.
“Sure, Mom, I’m sure one of the office buildings housing most of the firms I’ve applied to needs a new cleaning lady.”
“That’s not funny, darling.”
I thought it was fucking hilarious and very close to being true.
When I got into bed that night, I opened my laptop and scoured every employment site I could find. One hour later, I pushed my laptop aside as frustration consumed me. I was exhausted at the age of twenty-two. While racking my brain for ideas that could help my financial situation, an ad popped up on TV for a cruise line. I thought, now there’s a place I’d like to work.
Light-bulb moment!
I don’t know if the unemployment gods had pity on me that night, but the clouds parted and a ray of sunshine filtered through. A debate ensued between my head and my heart. The pay would be crap, but tips are good. The idea was insane, but I could use some excitement. My parents would not be happy, but they had four other kids to keep them occupied and prob
ably wouldn’t even miss me. Sure, I’d miss my friends, but they’d all still be in Jersey when I got back.
If serving people was my fate, then why the hell not on the Caribbean Sea?
I instantly began scouring the same job sites for cruise line openings. There were many, ranging from wait staff to administrative positions. At first, I concentrated on the entry-level jobs. The more I searched, the more I convinced myself to go for the gold. I was an educated woman; I could qualify for those jobs or at least lie about it. I spent the entire night making notes, researching cover letters, and fudging my resume.
By dawn, I applied to five jobs in total.
The only thing left to do was sit and wait.
The day I got the call for that interview, I nearly pissed my pants. I spent a week preparing for my possible new career. I didn’t have loose ends to tie up, except for telling my family. That was a load of fun. With each day that passed, they tried to dissuade me, and I became more and more excited over living a fairly carefree existence for six months.
My interview was for Entertainment Staff Coordinator on a new ship. The ad said, If you possess excellent communication skills, great customer service skills, are a people person, and crave an exciting career on the high seas, then apply to be part of our fun, quirky, entertainment staff.
That’s me, in a nutshell.
As I packed, my mom watched from the doorway of my room. I zipped up my suitcase and made one last mental checklist. My plane was leaving for Fort Lauderdale that afternoon. I decided if I didn’t get the cruise line job, I’d be hanging in Florida with a friend until I found another job. I packed enough just in case I was staying for a while. I needed adventure in my life. Jersey wasn’t supplying enough of it, and either way, I needed a change.
“Have you lost your mind?”