Possessive Camp Counselor: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 172)
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CONTENTS
Possessive Camp Counselor
NEWSLETTER
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
NEWSLETTER
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
LAIRDS & LADIES
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS
About the Author
POSSESSIVE CAMP COUNSELOR
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 172
FLORA FERRARI
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POSSESSIVE CAMP COUNSELOR
Tessa
Beaver Pines. It was my first camp, my first big trip away from home and my first major crush.
I a teen when I first went there and once college is done, I don’t hear a gap year in Europe calling, I can’t afford that.
I want to make a difference, I want to give something back.
But most of all, I want to relive the dreamy crush I had on that counselor, what was his name again? I pretend to myself. As if I’ve forgotten.
Sean…
I’ve got a ton of bad memories from my life, but Sean, my camp crush, is my favorite happy memory. And what better way to relive that feeling than by registering as a camp counselor myself?
All the way back up at Beaver Pines.
There’ll be a few days induction, an orientation of the camp and procedure before any campers arrive… “you’ll have the whole place to yourselves…”
The recruiter tells me.
Me and I wonder who else?
Sean
I could sense her long before I saw her, and I nearly plow right into her.
A sure sign of things to come.
Once I catch sight of those curves. Her hips and that rear end of hers, I’ve got a lot of plowing in mind.
There are rules at Beaver Pines, but some rules were made to be broken. Like never falling for your fellow counselors.
Even if I’m an older guy and she’s a younger woman, we’re the only two here, so who’s gonna tell?
*Possessive Camp Counselor is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER ONE
Tessa
The recruiting interviewer’s words echo through my mind as I make my way up to the camp grounds.
“It’s great to see you again, Tessa. We could always use someone so… well. It’s always nice to have someone who understands the needs of our… bigger attendees… Kids can be so cruel, y’know?”
I swallowed a croak at the time, thinking all that crap was behind me in life, but she’s got a point. I do know what it’s like to be a little heavier than most and spending my first summer after college as a counselor is all about making a difference.
I just didn’t expect to hear it put so bluntly.
“There’ll be a few days induction, an orientation of the camp and procedure before any campers arrive… you’ll have the whole place to yourselves…”
Gripping the wheel of my purple Volkswagen bug a little harder as I turn on the not so familiar bend to the camp gates, I bite down on the memory. Fuck her, I’m here for me and for those kids to have a great time.
Heavy or not, here I come.
The trees look taller and the track a little narrower, but the Beaver Pines campgrounds swells into view as I reach the crest of a shallow rise and I’m transported back.
My clearest memory is of one of the counselors. I had a huge crush on him. Sean, I never knew his last name, just always remember the red embroidery on his khaki shirt with his name.
And his shorts. Sean in his shorts with his tanned, muscular legs and that huge…
Jesus!
I swerve to stay on the track, narrowly missing the soft edge which sinks down into a wide ditch on either side.
My heart’s pounding against my ribs and I can taste the dust in my mouth. The buzz of insects from the woods fill the air, along with the heat of midday.
But it’s not nearly running off the road, it’s not the weather or the bugs that have me wound up, swimming in my panties.
It’s Sean.
The memory of him having changed now that I see it with the eyes of a young woman is so clear, so fresh. It’s like I’m reliving every fantasy I had all over again. I’m hardly one for erotic daydreams when driving, but there’s definitely something in the air here. I can feel it. It's like the closer I get to the camp, the stronger the memory of him is.
The only sharp bend in the track curves round and I hear the skid of the gravel behind me as I instinctively hit the brakes, almost running off the track for the second time in as many minutes.
There’s a black truck coming the other way, taking up more track than there is to share and instead of swerving. I freeze up and hit the brakes. The other driver swerves and misses me by an inch and I watch the red of the brake lights through the dust in my rear view as the driver gets out.
As if summoned from my fantasy into reality, I can see the tall, dark and very muscular frame of a man. The dust is like powder, making him look like the perfect man, hewn from solid rock making his way out of the chaos of his own creation.
I feel my jaw drop, a low moan escaping me as I realize it’s him. It’s really him.
It’s Sean.
His dark, full hair sways as he walks, with his tanned muscular legs flexing with each step of his heavy suede boots. The khaki shirt is a singlet today, and I can see at once that Sean has been working out, or has developed the magic power of being god’s gift to women, or both.
I whimper in disbelief as I watch him approach my car, the sun in his hair, his chest and shoulders tensing and flexing making my wetness tense and flex on its own.
Before he reaches the rear of my bug, he stops, peers at me and then grimaces. I think for a moment he’s mad, but he lifts his head and flares his nostrils before making a low growling sound which goes straight to my center. I gasp aloud again and bite my lip, wringing my hands over m
y lap as I try to contain the incredible feeling washing over me.
Washing right through me. I’m glad I’m sitting down right now, I don’t think I’d be able to stand.
In three striding steps he’s at the window of my car with his hands on his hips. My head turns but I can’t quite lift it up just yet. I’m stuck on the bulge in his pants, which draws a sound of disbelief from me before I can finally look up at his face.
His lips curl in a satisfied look as he slowly starts to nod his head. His eyes flash with recognition but also something else. That something that’s making his pants bulge just that little bit more.
“I almost plowed straight into you,” he says, those lips broadening into a grin. His voice is thick and deep, like the line in his pants. Like the woods and the lake. Like the hot air that suddenly makes me feel lightheaded when he looks right at me.
I’m trying to speak, trying to say something but the feeling, like an ache deep inside me is only wanting one thing.
No words required.
I watch his eyes move from mine, down my face and further down to my chest, which I feel stiffen as he focuses on it, another low sound escaping him. It feels like dry mud crackling off my body as my pebbled nipples swell to life, straining the thin fabric of my white shirt.
“I was coming down to meet you at the road,” he says, seeming to have some trouble focusing on what we’re both really here for.
“…but you’ve been here before, you know the way?” he asks, his smile flashing again.
“Uh… yeah. I was here ages ago, in school… I’m-”
“Tessa.” He says with conviction, not letting me finish.
“I knew you were coming. I saw your name on the list…my list,” he adds, drifting off.
“Mine.”
The way he says mine, the way he looks at me, gives me a shiver I can’t hide and I try hard not to make another sound, but he’s nodding in time with another low tone of approval.
“I’ll follow you up,” he says, as if he’s snapped himself out of a trance and he turns quickly to walk back to his truck.
I’ve never seen a man naked, or even a hard one. But I know what I see as he turns away.
That shape in his shorts looks a lot like how the slickness in my panties feels.
Once he’s back in his truck, I look at myself in the rear view and stifle a squeal.
OMFG! This is really happening…
CHAPTER TWO
Sean
I know as soon as I get out of the truck, I know that it’s her. She’s the one I’ve been waiting for. I can just sense it. Not just the new counselor either. No, this one’s something else too.
Her blue eyes are like beacons through the dust in her rear view as she’s watching me walk up to her car. I feel a nervous tension rising in me, like excitement but it’s also dangerous.
I’m a camp counselor, we’re not supposed to have these kinds of thoughts about other staff members.
Technically, camp hasn’t even started yet. We have a few days of orientation for new counselors and I heard this morning the other guy broke his ankle. Nobody else is coming here for at least another day or two, maybe more.
It’s just me and her, and this feeling.
I can see her blond hair from behind, the memory of her panicked face as I nearly slammed right into her fresh in my own mind.
One look, that single split second and I knew I wanted to slam into her for real, with all my heart and soul. With my hard body against her. Watching those perfect tits shifting back and forward as I fill her deep, fill her with my seed like I know she wants.
Since I got in shape, I know the look. I’ve had the come on a thousand times from women all over the place. Thing is, none of them do it for me. None of them ‘fit’ me.
One look at Tessa though, and I know we’re made for each other. That ‘taste me’ rack and I just know she has hips and an ass to match.
My kind of woman.
Jesus, I’m getting hard just standing in front of her and I know she’s checking out my cock too. She’s fucking perfect and she’ll be all mine.
One small problem.
I have a camp to run and rule number one is no fraternizing with the campers or the staff.
I’ve never looked twice at any girl, or woman at camp. Never even crossed my mind.
I guess there’s an exception to every rule and I’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, but I will make her mine, whatever it takes. And I just know that she’s feeling the same way too. I just know it.
I would have suggested anybody else follow me up to the campsite. But not her. Not Tessa.
I want to be right behind her, making sure I can keep my eyes on her the whole way, even though she’s in her car I want her right where I can see her.
I’m watching her through her rear view, speeding up to get as close as I dare, watching her blue eyes dance through the dust as she snatches little glances back at me. My fingers slip on the wheel. My hands sweaty and my heart pounding like a drum against my ribs.
The same thick beat is playing out in the basement, down in my crotch. Hell, I haven’t been this hard since I was a teen.
I feel my jaw tighten in tune with my hands on the wheel. I have to have her, I must!
But when, how soon? I felt like just dragging her out of her car just now, putting her over my shoulder and striding off into the afternoon with her caveman style.
Her eyes are searching for mine too, through the dust and across the distance between us. I’m glad we’re not driving in traffic, as it becomes pretty clear pretty soon that neither of us is able to focus on much else apart from trying to keep looking at each other.
My heart’s skipping beats too. In between the pounding, the primal urge I have to take her, to claim her as my own. I feel something else, something I’ve never felt before. A knowing sense.
Knowing she’s the one and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it all from happening.
I admit, I lose myself in searching for her eyes through the light dust as we make our way up to the camp. It’s only when I see the red of her tail lights and I have to skid to stop behind her that I realize just how lost I’ve been in just trying to get another look at her.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Get a grip Sean!
I’d love to. On her chest, and on those hips I just know were made for my hands… I wanna get a grip on all of her.
We’re out front of the main office and neither of us is leaping out of our cars. Me? I have a flagpole in my shorts and her, well. I can only imagine how it might be for her if her arousal is anywhere near as intense as mine.
My hands are shaking and it feels like my teeth are chattering. I'm so damned worked up. But something kicks in, that primal urge to keep her safe, to stave off any predatory males that might be lurking around.
I scan the interior for something I can use… my clipboard, perfect.
It’s just big enough to cover this aching bulge in my shorts. Holy fuck, I’ve got precome showing through them already.
If I had to jog or run anywhere, even walking is gonna be hard enough. It feels like I’m about to explode and when I see her getting out of her car finally, it’s about all I can take.
I jump and shudder as I get out of my truck, the thick material of my shorts rasping against my dick, right on the tip at the same moment I register her thick nipples straining against the white fabric of her shirt.
I hear myself groaning, then growling low again.
I was right and I’ve hit the jackpot. She’s got thick, powder white curves from her ankles to her neck and those hips… that pear shaped ass.
I have to stop, leaning over for a second before I can even move. I’m about to come from just looking at her for Christ’s sake.
CHAPTER THREE
Tessa
I can feel myself slipping around down there as I get out of my car. Sean nearly rammed me from behind and I know he was just edging closer to get a look
at me in my mirror.
I was watching him the whole way up too.
Anyone else, I’d be telling myself not to be so stupid, to stop dreaming, but I know what I saw when he got in his truck. The man’s hard and that only means one thing.
I think.
Doesn’t it?
Oh… I don’t know. I’ve never even had a boy kiss me let alone a real man, a man who knows what he wants bar up right in front of me, just from talking. Just from looking.
This is gonna be tricky.
I’m so fucking wet, it feels like I’m about to burst. I can’t think straight, and from the look of Sean, almost limping over towards me after he leaned over for a bit, I think he might just be feeling the same way.
Is he really though?
I have a pretty fertile imagination. I’ve always wanted to be a writer, plus I do spend way too much time reading those novels about super stud men sweeping chunky girls off their feet.
But this is really happening, look at him! He’s hard as fuck and it’s all for you, Tess. Give yourself a break already and maybe have some fun for once…
We both just stand there in the silence, looking at each other. The wind flowing through the pines, the distant caw of a bird. I try to swallow but I can’t. All the moisture in my body has gravitated to my panties and I know when I take them off, there’s gonna be soaking wet.
“Well… Here we are,” he says dryly, clearing his own throat and double checking his clipboard is covering his crotch before realizing he has some paperwork on the clipboard he has to refer to.
“I… uh…” he stammers, turning red, but it’s not from embarrassment. It’s the sight of a man exercising all his will not to act on his instincts. A man who knows he’s found his mate and only has to follow through to claim her.
A low sound escapes him, registering in my ears first, and then sending shivers all the way through my body, making special stops at my chest and then beefing it up all the way down to someplace inside me above my swollen mound.
I shiver a sigh and wonder if I move, will this bubble of arousal inside me actually burst? It feels like I’m walking on thin ice and I try to focus on something more mundane, like coming to camp instead of coming in my pants.