Hot Summer Nights

“One Weekend is a hot, erotic romp from the talented imagination of Sasha White. Ms. White has long been one of my favorite authors, and One Weekend only cements her place on my list of auto-buy authors and “to be kept” shelf.”~ Joyfully Reviewed
“HOT HOT HOT! I want more!
Once again Sasha White has hit the mark in her latest release, One Weekend which should be retitled to, One Smoking Hot Weekend Not to Miss!”~ Cathryn Fox, author of INSTINCTIVE
Summer’s here and the time is right for dancing in the sheets!
UHmm, yeah, okay so I know I got the lyrics wrong there, but hey, sometimes thats just the way my mind works. Which has worked out well for me, since I like write White Hot Fiction, although to be honest, it really doesn’t matter what time of year it is to me. All seasons should be time for dancing in the sheets. *g*
Though, because it is summer, I thought I’d showcase a little menage story I wrote called One Weekend. Why? Because it’s hot, even though it wasn’t set in the summer.
Three lovers. Two days. One bed…
Angie Wilson is a lucky girl. She loves her job, her life, and her man, Rick Craig. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?
One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs for more than just cool air on her bare skin.
And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it.
Check out this little intro to Angie and the boys…
The second I entered the apartment my clothes started coming off. I kicked off my heels, dropped my skirt and peeled off my starched white blouse as I walked to the kitchen. I’d worked hard to become a CPA and I loved the work, but the uptight clothes required in our office were not what I would call comfortable. Opening the fridge I just stood there…a soft moan of pleasure slipping from between my lips as cool air finally hit bare skin.
“Ange?” Rick’s voice floated in from the balcony.
My pulse kicked up a notch, and I smiled softly. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make my heart turn over. Rick Craig was my perfect match, my other half. “In the kitchen,” I called back.
“Bring a couple more beers when you come out here, will you?”
“Sure, baby.”
Eager to shake off the tension of the day I grabbed a bottle of white wine and a couple of beers from the fridge. Bottle opener and wineglass in one hand, beers in the other, I headed out to the balcony with full hands.
Three steps from the sliding doors I realized that Rick wasn’t alone outside, and hesitated. It was easy to identify the other voice as Mark Hoffman, Rick’s best friend. I glanced down at the sheer bra and panties barely covering my parts, and a deliciously naughty heat surged through me. It wasn’t like Mark had never seen me in a bikini or something.
“Here you go,” I said as I swept aside the curtain and stepped out onto the balcony. Stopping short I glanced from Rick to Mark, all wide-eyed innocence. “Oh! Hi, Mark.”
“Hey, Angie.” Pure male appreciation was clear in the look he gave me.
“Hey, baby, come here.” Rick held out his hand, a knowing smile curving his lips. Confident in my love, Rick enjoyed watching me flirt with and tease other men almost as much as I enjoyed doing it.
I leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss, fully aware of Mark’s heated gaze on my ass the whole time. Straightening up I handed out the beers before stretching out on the empty lounger in front of their chairs. The heat was killer when covered in clothes and stuck at a desk, air-conditioned office or no, but stretched out with a glass of chilled wine, it was bearable. Almost pleasant. “How long have you boys been out here drinking?”
“‘Bout an hour,” Rick answered. “How was work?”
“It sucked. The heat is making people crazy. Janice almost took a swing at a client because he called her sweetheart.”
“Is she?”
Rick snorted at Mark’s question. “Janice is one scary muther. Think tough as Gemma from Sons of Anarchy only ugly and fifty pounds heavier.”
“Hey,” I said as they laughed. “Janice is a sweetheart. You just have to get to know her.”
Rick smirked. “Mark might be looking for a girlfriend, but no matter what you say, Janice is not his type.”
Mark glanced away at that and took a deep pull from the beer in his hand. I raised an eyebrow. To say I was surprised was putting it mildly. Mark had a well-earned reputation as a player. “You’re looking for a girlfriend? Seriously?”
Shaggy blond hair and deep blue eyes made Mark a good looking guy—not to mention tall and ripped with muscles that made grown women drool—but it was his easy confidence and sexual swagger that always got him the girl. Well, almost always. It might’ve been Mark who’d first caught my eye the night I’d met the boys, but it was Rick who’d caught my heart.
“I don’t remember you ever having trouble finding a woman before, Mark. What’s the problem?”
“None of them are you, babe.” Mark’s patented grin flashed, but his gaze held a certain intensity when he looked at me and my breath stuttered. “You broke my heart when you chose Rick over me. And I’m not sure he’s willing to share.”
Warmth that had nothing to do with the sun swept over me, and I swallowed a gasp. The man had just hit on my most secret fantasy, the one that had plagued me since the first night I met the guys. Guilty pleasure had me glancing at Rick only to find him watching us both, a speculative gleam in his dark eyes. “She can be hard to satisfy sometimes.”
“Rick.” Heat crept up my neck.
“Greedy is she?”
My man nodded sagely. “Insatiable even.”
Mark reached down and adjusted himself obviously. “Another guy might come in handy.”
“A relief pitcher…of sorts,” Rick said with a grin that had me wondering what the hell he was up to.
Mark grinned back at him. “Double the dick. Double the pleasure.”
Both men turned to me, and I squirmed. I was totally turned on and a bit embarrassed about it. Bravado was the obvious way to go.
“Well, I do love cock,” I said with false casualness as I lay back and closed my eyes again. “But I doubt even both of you could totally satisfy me.”
“Ohhh.”
“Ouch!”
I ignored their groans of mock pain and pretended there was nothing strange about the conversation, or my laying around in my lingerie, but the tension was building.

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So…what do you think? Hot? Want more? Just comment here to be entered to win- Oh! Wait..I’m not done yet…
Before I get into that part, maybe I should share with you that One Week, the sequel to One Weekend, featuring more Angie and the boys, will be releasing in August. Would you like a peek at it?
Sure.. here’s a little tease…
Instinct had me opening my eyes at exactly the right moment.
Emerging from the oceans waves and coming my way was one of the hottest men I’d ever seen. Water glistened on his copper colored skin, enhancing muscles that rippled with every move. Tearing my gaze from him I swallowed the saliva that pooled in my mouth at the sight of the second man. Two steps behind Rick was Mark. A couple of inches taller, a little leaner, but equally as seductive with his brand of lazy charm and bad-boy ways. And they were both mine.
Christ, I was a lucky woman.
By the time I had my hormones somewhat under control the boys had crossed the expanse of beach from the water to where I lounged, soaking up the afternoon sun. “Don’t!” I cried, throwing up a hand when Ricks’ muscles tensed.
“Don’t what?” he asked, eyes wide with innocence.
Not fooled by his expression one bit I scowled. “Don’t shake yourself like a dog and spray me with water.”
“What’s wrong, Ange, you don’t want to get wet?”
Pulling off my sunglasses I threw him a naughty smile. “Just watching you walk my way got me wet enough, thank you.”
Rick grinned at Mark over my body. “Did you hear that? Just watching me walk makes her wet,” he bragged.
“So I heard,” Mark replied as he looked down at me, lying between them. Before I could think about how much I liked being between them he moved. Nudging me over he stretched out next to me on the oversized wooden lounge chair and laid a large hand on my bare thigh, before looking up at Rick with a smug grin of his own. “Don’t you have a lecture to give or something?”
Rick scowled and snatched the towel off the back of my chair. “Asshole,” he muttered before we all burst out laughing.
When Rick had told us he had a conference to go to in Florida, and it was being held at a beach resort, it had been too good to pass up. Mark and I had come along for the ride, spending our days playing tourist at Epcot Center or lazing about on the beach, while Rick had given several lectures and workshops on software development.
He’d joined us each night in the room we all shared, romping in the big king sized bed and loving us all night, but it was the first time he’d been able to join us on the beach, and it was time for him to go back to work.
“Dinner with the boss,” he growled. “His flight doesn’t leave until ten o’clock and I’m the last one here from our company so I have to entertain him.”
“Then after dinner you’re going to meet us at the beach hut bar, to be entertained, right?” I tried not to wiggle as Mark’s fingers tickled the inside of my thigh and naughty anticipation tightened my muscles. He’d shifted onto his side, his head propped up on his right hand and his body pressed against the length of mine as we watched Rick’s muscles flex and jump as he dried off.
Pulse pounding I glanced from one to the other. They were best friends when I met them over two years ago, and in that time they’d only gotten closer. We’d all gotten closer in the last couple of months since Rick and I had invited Mark into our bedroom on a regular basis. It had been a first for me, but I’d quickly learned that the men had not only shared a woman before, they’d been lovers themselves on and off for years-until Rick fell in love with me. Then he’d called a halt to it, not wanting to cheat. The thing is, I hadn’t been surprised when I’d learned the men had been together like that. Just like Rick hadn’t been surprised by my willingness for the ménage. It might’ve surprised me, but it hadn’t surprised him, the man who knew me better than I knew myself.
“You’ve sure got busy hands today, my friend.”
The tone of Rick’s voice clued me in and my pulse jumped, the arousal caused by Mark’s busy fingers kicking up a notch. “What did I miss?”
“I got our friend off in the water,” Mark said as his gaze left a trail of heat from where his hand was between my thighs to the bottom lip I chewed on in an effort to stay quiet. “When we were standing hip deep in those waves I reached down into his shorts and wrapped my fist around that meat of his. His engines fired up and I jerked him until he threw back his head and came in my hand.”
A whimper escaped and I bit my lip. I glanced over Mark’s shoulder and saw that the nearest people were about twenty yards away, lost in their own world. There were towels thrown on the chairs behind Rick, but no people.
Giving in to the erotic pull of Mark’s teasing I closed my eyes and saw in my mind what I’d missed seeing in the water. Mark’s fingers danced over the lycra covering my crotch, and need soon had me pressing up against his touch.
I sensed Rick moving, then his lips brushed against my other ear as he got in on the erotic torture act.
“He has the perfect grip,” Rick said, knowing exactly how much I loved dirty talk. He scraped a fingernail over the rigid nipple of my right breast and proceeded to draw me a detailed picture of what I’d missed. “Tight, but not so tight that it hurts, firm fingers and sure strokes up and down my cock. All the way, down then up, with his thumb curling over the head in a way that had me fighting not to come because I wanted it to last. The water moved around us and when I spread my legs, the waves tugged at my balls.”
I spread my legs a bit wider, silently inviting Mark to slide his fingers under the edge of my bathing suit. He didn’t, though.
“Rick fucked my hand, getting bigger and harder,” he said in one ear as he dug a grove between my swollen pussy lips until he could feel the rigid bundle of nerves beneath my bathing suit.
“My balls got tight, tingling and drawing up against me as he fisted me,” Rick said in the other as his fingers tugged and teased my rigid nipple.
“His dick throbbed in my hand.” Agile fingers tap-danced over my covered clit.
“I could feel the cum build up, ready to burst free.”
“He panted, just like you are now.”
“I came, cum exploded from my cock and into his hand, the same hand that’s rubbing your clit right now.”
It was too much, the words, the images in my head, the way they touched me out here in the open. Rick pinched my nipple, hard, at the same time Mark pinched my clit and I cried out as pleasure ripped from one nerve ending to another. Rick swooped in, his mouth covering mine, his kiss swallowing my cries as my hands gripped Marks trapped between my thighs.
When I got my breath back enough to open my eyes, Rick and Mark sported identical smirks, their pride as clear as the hard-ons poking at their shorts.
“Well,” I said. “That was unexpected.”
We looked at each other and laughed.
“That was hot,” I said, fanning my face playfully. “We’re lucky no one saw.”
“Someone did,” Rick said with a nod over his right shoulder and I looked past him to see two young guys at the waters edge, staring at us with their mouth’s hanging open. “I was going to tell you they were watching, because we know what a tease you are, but you went off before I could.”
Heat flooded my face as I scrambled to put my sunglasses back on and pretend nothing unusual had happened. He was right. Part of me was mortified that some strangers had seen the two guys playing with me like that, but another part, the part of me that these two encouraged and embraced, loved it.
Rick leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss. “It’s been fun but I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you guys later.”
Mark and I waved him off then settled in on the lounger together. We didn’t talk, and it was completely comfortable.
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Okay, so you’ve read the excerpts, and I hope they’ve got you all hot and eager…now it’s time for me to tell you about the prizes you can win.
First, comment on this post. Tell me what you think is hot about summer, or the excerpts, or my stories….your choice, just comment. 🙂
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