Heat Waves (15 page)

“Miss Cooper?”

“No. Thank you.”

I pushed my glasses back up, but stared as
Peachy Ass walked away. His voice was like warm chocolate with an
I-know-how-to-fuck edge to it…like chocolate covered popping candy
and boy, did I want to make him pop. Explode. All over me. I purred
again and licked my lips when he looked over his shoulder to see if
I was watching. I was - unashamedly so.

I had ventured out to the beach for the day.
Daddy owned the biggest share in Brown Hotels and I had made a
career of working for them, sampling the…goods. Naturally I earned
attention. Wherever I went, heads would turn and I had a bell boy,
waiter or maid by side before I even thought about clicking my
fingers. I was my father’s daughter, no doubt. I demanded respect.
And sex. Hot, sweaty, dirty talking, sheet clawing, toe curling
fucking. It hadn’t always been that way. I was a shy kid; plumpy
and kind of awkward. But they didn’t know that. I was good as the
boss.

Not long after Peachy Ass had left, another
topless hunk arrived, but I waved him away. They were my idea and
Daddy jumped on it when I told him it would attract more women. Men
weren’t interested in lounging around the pool unless there were
women involved. Women weren’t interested in the men they holidayed
with. They wanted what they couldn’t have. They wanted the fantasy.
They wanted the forbidden. Supplying an abundance of good looking
men would draw the women in…which would draw the men in, lapping at
their feet for scraps and waiting for them to be rebuffed by the
man candy.

I know, I was an entrepreneurial genius – I
scoffed – Hell, I just liked six weeks in the summer surrounded by
hotties.
And here comes another.

“Iced water, Miss Cooper?”

He held the glass out and I accepted it with
a mere nod of thanks. I was too busy imagining the ice melting on
his delicious chest to show any gratitude. A quick smile and he was
gone. I got back to my anthology of smut with new faces in mind for
the leading alphas.

Dinner was served every night at 7pm sharp. I
sat at my table sipping on my glass of ice cold Chardonnay and
scanned the restaurant. I liked to people watch. I liked to imagine
the sordid activities that went on behind closed doors.

As I watched, I noticed the wedding couple; I
had watched them get hitched on the beach earlier and now the man
was feeding his new wife strawberries and champagne.

I entertained the idea of monogamy, but it
just wasn’t for me. I got bored easily; I was always looking for
something else and before I got bored, I was indifferent. I didn’t
fall at men’s feet and beg them to love me and as much as men whine
about needy women, they all want us to swoon and experience that
instalove we read about in romance novels. Even if they have no
intention of reciprocating, they want us falling, hard, so they can
toy with us like a cat with a mouse and then break our hearts when
they’ve had enough. If I didn’t walk out first from boredom, they
did because they thought I was a bitch. I was just protecting
myself from the fate I’d seen so many women suffer.

Something caught my attention as I brought my
wine to my lips.
Ah, Peachy Ass
. He had been ensnared. He
was sitting at a table not far away and staring at me like I was
sat at the table naked; I knew he imagined what was under my summer
dress. He could get in trouble for that; he could lose his job. One
word from me and he would be cleaning toilets with a toothbrush. He
didn’t care. He continued to watch and tipped his glass towards me
in an I-don’t-give-a-fuck gesture.
Hmm…

My head was fuzzy. Too much wine. I couldn’t
let him get under my skin, no matter how much I wanted to
experience him under me while I rode him like a cowgirl. I raised
my glass back in an equally uncaring gesture, stood from the table
and blew him a kiss before I left the restaurant.

The sun was burning as I lay under it. I
loved summer. I loved the golden shade my skin turned after a short
while sunbathing. I loved that the sun turned my blonde hair a
lighter shade and brought out honey highlights. I even loved the
freckles that appeared and scattered across my nose and cheeks.

“Ms Cooper?”

I knew that voice. I turned my head and saw
Peachy Ass next to my lounger.

“Can I help you?”

He had no reason to be there. I was by my
private cabana, outside the villa that was owned exclusively by
Daddy, and had its own area of the beach. I had a fridge inches
from my fingers as my arms extended out for maximum sun exposure
and I had a phone next to me to use should I need assistance. I
didn’t need assisting…Not the kind outlined in the job role, at
least.

“I wondered if you might need redoing.” He
crooned.
Oh, that voice.

“Excuse me?”

He laughed. Even his laugh set my bikini
briefs vaporising; disintegrating.

“Your sunscreen. Do you need your sunscreen
redoing?”

I turned my head away from him and closed my
eyes.

“I didn’t call for assistance.”

“Just looking out for you, Ms Cooper.
Wouldn’t want you to burn.”

“How very thoughtful of you, Mr…?”

“Brown.”

“Mr Brown?” I asked, turning to face him
again as he reached for the bottle of lotion. “
The
Mr
Brown?”

“His son.”

I raised my brows in surprise, then narrowed
my eyes in confusion.

“Shouldn’t you be on this side of the fence,
then?”

Patrick Brown was the boss. The big one.
Brown Hotels had been his big dream and was his first and most
successful business venture…and Cain, his only son and no doubt
heir to his fortune, was a waiter, assistance-provider.
Whatever.

“Sunscreen?”

He didn’t want to talk about it. Fuck it, I
could use a redo.

“Sure.”

I closed my eyes and waited. I was happy to
play the boss, although I knew he had more money, better
connections and greater power. He was there for a reason.

The coconut scent of the cream filled my
nostrils and his hands touched my shoulders. He began spreading the
cream and I let out a relaxed breath. His touch was heavenly; firm
yet soft. Assertive yet restrained.

The burn began low in my stomach and spread
to every nerve ending as he moved over to my arms, stroking his
hands up and down each one, squeezing each of my fingers; a
provocative act that sent my mind, and eyes, to one place.
Impressive.

“Does that feel good?”

I knew what he was doing. The slow seduction
was working.

He gathered my hair over my shoulder and
kissed the back of my neck. I clamped my lips together when a moan
threatened to escape and a shiver rippled along my spine.

He smelled good, like red-blooded male with a
hint of cologne and the mere thought of sinking my teeth into him
set my skin erupting into goosebumps. He kneeled on the edge of the
lounger, the roughness of his shorts tickling the smooth skin of my
legs. I couldn’t hide the goosebumps and I couldn’t control the
roll of my hips or the subtle squeeze of my legs as the pressure
built elsewhere.

Deft fingers untied my top and the strings
whispered over my sensitive skin as they fell from my body. I was
acutely aware of his every move. I heard his breathing, slow and
ragged, like mine. I felt his calloused fingers, which told me he
probably played guitar, as they kneaded with extra pressure. He was
good with his fingers. He moved lower and my hips involuntarily
lifted from the lounger. His hands slid down my back from left to
right until he reached my ass and squeezed.

“Mmm…”

“Maybe I should leave this,” he ignored my
shaky sigh of pleasure and squeezed harder, parting my cheeks so
the material pulled tight over my sodden sex. “Your ass would look
good red.”

“I can think of better ways to entice some
colour into it.”

“Oh, really?”

I jumped when he gripped the top of my legs,
encouraging me to part them; I complied and his thumbs teased my
aching cleft through my briefs. I let a groan free to show my
delight and allowed my body to buzz with lust. Everywhere he
touched he left a burning trail that sent more liquid desire to
soak me until it was uncomfortable.

He massaged down my legs, pausing at my feet;
the ache was unbearable. My feet had direct access to my libido and
my hips continued to buck as he rubbed the lotion into each toe,
grazing his thumbnails over the pads. I needed friction but he
built the tension until I was coiled tight and on the verge of
begging. He teased me with those hands that made me wonder what
kind of animal he was when he let go.

“How does that feel, Ms Cooper?”

“Andie,” I breathed. “Call me Andie.”

“How does that feel, Andie?”

The way he said my name, pouring with
eroticism, made me think of that damn popping candy again and my
body shuddered with need. My nipples were hard peaks against the
thin material that covered them; I ached to touch them but I was
frozen, lost in sensation as his hands made their way back up my
legs. He climbed over the lounger, trapping my legs before they
could part further.

“Good. So good.”

His fingers found the strings of my briefs
and I squealed as he pulled them away, exposing the round globes of
my ass and the glistening heat between my legs.

“Mmm,” he groaned. He began stroking, so
slowly, over the swollen lips of my pussy. “You’re so wet, Ms
Cooper.”

“Andie,” I growled through clenched
teeth.

“Ms Cooper.”

I didn’t bother arguing. I couldn’t. He had
me where he wanted me, where I wanted to be, and we both knew it.
He slid his finger inside me, the tip instantly finding my g-spot,
eliciting a gasp from me. I tried to clamp my legs together, but he
had them opened and pinned down beneath his. They parted further as
he moved back and sat between them. My feet fell to the floor and I
knew I heard the groan of appreciation rumble in his chest. I was
open, the smooth soft flesh exposed to him.

“Feel how your pussy is drawing me in,” he
said as I clenched around his finger. “You want me deeper, don’t
you?”

When I didn’t answer, he smacked my ass and I
cried out.

“Yes!” I cried. “God, yes.”

I was used to calling the shots, but he…he
had me bubbling with need and desperate to be taken. A second
finger joined the first, his thumb found my clit and his free hand
rubbed circles on my ass cheek before he pulled back and his hand
connected with my skin with a harsh slap. The smack vibrated
through me, sending my mind into a frenzy and I lifted my hips for
more. I got it and I loved it. The sting. I felt my skin reddening
and as he smacked again, plunging his fingers in deep. My core
tightened and I tensed my legs around the chair.

He held his hand on my back to keep me still
and I felt his hair tickle the inside of my legs. His tongue
stroked from front to back and I keened. I fisted the towel that
lay beneath me and he continued to lick; swirling and flicking. I
shook my head as my body fought the unknown pleasure. I thrashed
beneath him but he didn’t relent. My legs quivered, my body
convulsed and my legs tensed as I tried to control the explosion.
It was no good; I felt it approaching like a storm with no respite.
I sucked in a lungful of air and it escaped as a scream when he
spanked me again and I came hard, drawing his fingers in and
gasping for air. My orgasm crashed through me, sending every
thought I had into submission; a loud, writhing defeat as he
continued his assault. And then it was gone. His fingers left me
and he sank his teeth into my ass, flicking his tongue out to
soothe the burn. I was pulsing, shuddering, still dazed from the
overwhelming reaction my body had to Peachy Ass Brown and his
skills. “Stay,” he rasped.

I had no choice. I couldn’t move, but I
looked back as he stood up, just enough to pull a packet from his
pocket. He tugged his shorts down, kicking them off as his cock
sprang free, gloriously hard and bobbing under its weight. His
mouth glistened and I licked my lips when he did, entranced by the
fluidity in which he tore the packet and rolled the condom down his
shaft.

I held my breath, waiting, desperate to feel
him inside me. He kneeled on the lounger, gripped my hips and
pulled me onto my knees. He slid between my closed legs, teasing my
clit, and nudged the head of his cock against my pulsing entrance.
I was ready, waiting on baited breath to be given what I needed;
for him to satisfy the hunger that he created the second I saw
him

“Up.”

He pulled me up so I was on my hands and
knees. He grabbed a handful of hair and thrust forward as he pulled
me back, impaling me, instantly stretching me and filling me to the
hilt.

A guttural groan left him as I choked on a
breath; he held me still with one hand in my hair and the other
gripping my hip so hard I felt the bruise. I wanted it hard, I
wanted it fast, I wanted it rough and he gave it to me. He plunged
in and out with the power of a predatory beast, his balls hitting
my clit every time he drove into me, propelling me forward and then
pulling me back. He coaxed my g-spot to swell and pulse, tightening
everything south of my navel. The sound of flesh on flesh, the feel
of sweat on sweat and the animalistic groans that left us both as
we fucked under the sun sent me colliding into an unbearable climax
that I felt from the hair on my head to the tips of my toes. He
kept going, keeping me on the crest of every wave that washed over
me as he raced to his own release. He grunted as he squeezed harder
and held me still as he exploded with a roar. His cock jerked
inside me again and again as he shuddered and let out a satisfied
sigh.

He collapsed on top of me; my arms and legs
gave way and we fell flat to the lounger. The sticky sunscreen
mixed with our sweat and I knew I would smell of him all day. I
imagined that was his plan; to have me begging for more every time
I got the scent of sex that clung to my skin.