Hot Nights in Savannah (Hot Summer Series)

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Copyright © 2013 Sarah Jane Hartgrove

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This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, locations,
and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination.  Any resemblance to
actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Stephanie needed this
break.  She was so burnt out on her career as a teacher and she only been in
the classroom 2 years.  A long weekend getaway by herself in Savannah, Georgia
was the cure. 

She loved teaching
children.  She loved the age group she had.  3
^rd
graders were still
eager to please their teachers but independent enough to not need her every
time she turned around.  Stephanie was frustrated with all the meetings,
paperwork, testing, and changes that were taking place with the curriculum
(most she didn’t agree with).  Being a new teacher, she didn’t feel it was her
place to voice her opinion just yet on how much she disagreed with the
decisions being made.  So Stephanie kept her mouth shut and trudged along.  
And now the school year was over. Finally!

Stephanie thought over
her 2
^nd
year of teaching as she basked in the sun on Tybee Beach.  She
didn’t want to dwell on it so she put her ear buds in and tuned in to her
favorite music station on her iphone.  She loved R&B music.   It was sexy
and made her feel things she rarely, if ever, experienced in real life. 

Looking up and down the
beach, she was the only person that was a “single”.  Every group was either a
family enjoying vacation, a couple having a day in the sun, or a group of
friends hanging out. 

“Well all my friends
are married and don’t need a 3
^rd
wheel,” she mumbled under her
breath.  Not that she was upset about being alone.  Stephanie made a choice to
come here alone.  She needed the serenity of being at peace with her thoughts
and dreams.  After her break up with her longtime boyfriend, she needed this
time by herself. 

Where to start with
Jeffery?   He was arrogant, spoiled, and just plain mean.  Not in a physical
way. He never hurt her with his hand.   It was always with his mouth.  Jeffery
was always cutting her with his words and it felt just like a knife.  Most
people looking at him thought he was a great catch.  Stephanie knew otherwise. 

She and Jeffery began
dating just before her graduation from college and their relationship had been
off and on for two years.  Jeff was always compensating for what he was lacking
in: a dick.  Jeffery was small and not in height.  Not that Stephanie slept
around to know the average size of men but she knew from her newly married
friends that he was not well endowed in the least bit.  And their relationship
wasn’t based on bad sex.  It was his bad attitude as well.   Stephanie finally
had enough of the criticisms, rude remarks about everything, and him in general
that she broke things off for good and headed down south for some hot sun. 

Tired of lying on the
beach, Stephanie decided to cool off in the blue Atlantic Ocean.  She took her
ear buds out and tucked her iPhone in her bag.  Walking to the crashing waves, she
caught a glimpse of a group of men throwing a football.  One man stood out from
the rest.  He had dark brown hair, trimmed stubble on his chiseled chin and
squared jaw, and icy blue eyes that caught hers as she was walking to the
water.  He radiated Alfa male and had a body to die for. Stephanie quickly
looked away from his sexy stare.  She was not here for a man.  She was here for
herself.   Or so she thought. 

Swimming out in the
ocean was such a relief.  Stephanie felt that she was washing all her worries,
cares, and stressors away as the waves crashed over her body.  She swan until
she was out far enough that the waves weren’t breaking.  Bobbing in the blue
water was like bobbing though life. So she let her body drift with the current
of the ocean.   She wished life was this easy.  Instead, it was like fighting
the waves all the time lately.  Her stress was already melting away in the
sea.    Stephanie was beginning to feel like a new woman.  Coming to Savannah
alone was the best decision she had made for herself. 

Chapter 2

Brian enjoyed throwing
a football on the beach with his buddies.  It was a great way to forget about
things he sometimes had to witness being a firefighter.  He loved his job but
there were some aspects that were not for the weak.  The night before there was
a house fire and he and his partner went in to save a toddler.  The 2 year old
turned out to be fine but the scene was anything but.  So a day in the sun
throwing some pigskin was the cure. 

He loved living near
Tybee Island.  The smell of the ocean, the friendly people, and the tourism
kept this small island alive.   There were always beautiful women on the
beach.  Most of the time, they were either with another man or a group of
friends.  Today was no different as he tossed the ball to his partner.   No
different until he spotted a beautiful brunette with blonde highlights and long
legs walking alone to take a dip in the ocean.  Brian noted that she got up
from a spot with only one chair and one bag.  Could this beautiful woman be
alone on the beach?  It could happen but he came to the beach at least twice a
week and hardly ever saw a woman alone on the beach.  Especially a beautiful
woman.

“Hey Brian, what’s on
your mind,” yelled his buddy Noah.  “You’re not focusing man!” 

“Sorry dude,” replied
Brian as he picked up the football that he missed.  “Something caught my eye.”

“Don’t you mean someone?”
laughed his partner, Aaron.  Aaron knew that Brain was scoping out a female. 
Being the only single guy in their group, Brian was always looking.  Sometimes
it led to a few dates but never anything further than that.  Aaron often
worried about his partner.  He wished Brain would find a good woman and settle
down once and for all. 

“I can’t help it if I
spotted a beautiful woman alone, walking across the beach,” said Brian.  As he
was talking, he kept his eye on the beautiful brunette in the water.  When she
came back in from the water, he might go over and find a reason to strike up a
conversation. 

The three friends
continued to throw the ball and Brian was trying to keep a lookout on the woman
that caught his eye 30 minutes earlier but he had lost her.  She never came in
from the water and her things were still on the white sand.   

A twinge of worry
twisted his gut.  What was that?  Why was he worried about a woman he didn’t
even know? 

“Hey, let’s take a dip
in the water and cool off,” suggested Noah.  They all were hot from the sun and
throwing the football that cooling off in the blue water sounded wonderful. 

Stephanie let the
ocean’s current take her all the way down to the pier of Tybee Island.  As she
walked to the shore from the water, she couldn’t believe how far she had
drifted down.  The walk back to her things was nice and she stopped often to
pick up seashells that washed up on shore.  When Stephanie made it back to her
bag, the sun was beginning to set and she gathered her items and headed to her
compact car.  From there, she would drive back to her one room that she rented
out from a romantic and quaint bed and breakfast in Downtown Savannah. 

It was a short drive
and within 30 minutes she was on the one way street that lead to the bed and
breakfast.  Stephanie needed to take a shower and think about where she was
going to eat dinner.  Maybe she needed a cold shower because she couldn’t get
those icy blue eyes out of her mind.  She didn’t come here to meet a man. She
came here to release some stress.

The West Bay Bed and
Breakfast
was perfect for her mood and reason for coming to
Savannah.  It had everything she wanted in a solo weekend stay.  Although the
other guests she passed were couples, Stephanie felt at home as soon as she
walked through the door.  That was in part because the innkeeper and owner,
Mary Alice, was so kind and went out of her way to make sure Stephanie had
everything she needed.  The other reason she loved the little B&B was the
décor.  There were antique furnishings everywhere and her favorite spot already
wasn’t in her room, it was nestled in a corner cove.  Two short walls were bookcases,
floor to ceiling.  There were three cozy chairs and two end tables tucked into
the cove.  As soon as Stephanie checked in, she made her way to the bookshelves
to discover what genres Mary Alice stocked.  The innkeeper had everything:
classic novels, mystery, comedy, science fiction, biographies, travel, and
Stephanie’s favorite, romance. 

She began reading
romance novels when things began going south with her and Jeffery.  She would
try to tell Jeffery what she liked and didn’t like but nothing seemed to get
through. After a while of really bad sex, she just read about hot steamy sex
stories and fantasized that it was her.  On several occasions this led to
touching herself and sliding her own fingers into her wet folds.  She knew
there was a man out there that could pleasure her in ways she only read about. 
It sure wasn’t Jeffery.  Then after two years of trying to make it work she
caught
him
cheating! 

“Enough about Jeffery,”
she said to herself as she made her way to her 3rd floor room.  “I’m not
thinking about him anymore.   It’s been 6 months and time to move own past the
hurt” she said out loud once she was in her room. 

The room was nicely
furnished with antiques.  A large cabinet was in the corner and there was a
small seating area by a widow with two chairs angled towards each other.  But
what dominated the room was the bed.  It was a king size four poster bed with a
very plush, thick mattress.  When Stephanie sat down on the white comforter,
the mattress conformed to her rounded bottom like a cloud.  The bathroom had a
standup shower with clear glass doors and an oversized claw foot tub.   

Stephanie opted for a
bath and turned the water on luke warm, added the Lavender scented bubble bath
cream and walked back into the bedroom to undress.  Pulling out a white eyelet
cotton sundress from her suitcase, Stephanie realized she didn’t have any white
thongs or bra to wear underneath.  The colorful thongs and bras she brought
would show through so she decided to go commando.  She was just going to dinner
alone and possibly a stroll through the streets of downtown Savannah. 

Going back into the
bathroom she set her ipod to play, lit some candles and finished undressing. She
easily slipped into the warm water when it was full almost to the rim.  The
water felt so nice.  She laid back against the tub and listened to the rhythm
of the R&B music playing in the background.  Closing her eyes and taking in
the sweet smell of lavender she began thinking about those bright blue eyes she
saw on the beach today.  How can a man have eyes that color?  They seemed to
pierce straight through her soul.  He also had a body to die for.  Powerful
upper arms flexed as he threw the football and a wonderful washboard stomach. 

Lathering up a sponge
loofah with scented body cream soap she began to clean her arms and neck. As
she moved the soapy sponge down to her breasts, she began to rub over her
harden nipples with her fingers as she thought about the blue eyed man on the
beach.  Washing her taunt stomach and long legs with the sponge and rubbing her
aching pussy at the same time felt sinful.  She slipped one finger into her
folds and then another.  Stephanie knew it was useless but she began thinking
about the man she saw and imagined him between her thighs instead of her own
hand and his mouth pinching her nipple instead of her own fingers.  That sent
her over the edge.   She sloshed water onto the floor as she recovered from her
climax.  Listening to the beat of the music, Stephanie felt only slight sexual
relief.  She had to stop doing this to herself.  Even though she could make
herself climax, it often left her wanting much more.  The ‘more’ was what a man
could provide.  She wanted to be kissed and have a hard shaft fill her void. 

Snapping out of her wet
daydream, Stephanie washed her hair and shaved her legs and trimmed her girl
hair into an upside down V.  Rinsing off, she carefully stepped out of the tub
and let the chilled water drain.  Wrapping a plush towel around her chest, she
applied lotion on her arms and legs then began to dress.  The white sundress
hugged all her curves especially her rounded ass.  Not wearing anything
underneath was very sensual and only she would know.  Slipping on some strappy
sandals, applying a little makeup, and letting her hair go naturally wavy,
Stephanie made her way downstairs. 

Mary Alice was in the
lobby and greeted her with a warm smile. 

“Hello dear”, she
said.  “Are you heading out to dinner?’

“Yes I am.  Do you have
any recommendations?” asked Stephanie.