Possessive Camp Counselor: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 172)

by Flora Ferrari

  Tessa.

  I don’t know if I’ve stopped saying her name to myself since she got here. It’s like my new heartbeat.

  My everything.

  “How’s the… uhh…” I ask, only looking down at her legs. I don’t want to keep bringing it up, but I want her to be comfortable. I want her to be alright.

  “Much better,” she sighs with dreamy eyes, leaning into me and then yelping straight away, but laughing to herself about it.

  “There’s the dorms over there, and just over here… is the staff accommodation.”

  Her body leads us both towards the staff quarters, and I figure we can check out the dorms where the campers stay tomorrow. Maybe the next.

  I laugh to myself, making her ask what’s so funny.

  “It’s everything I’m supposed to be doing. I haven’t done it since you turned up… I think I’m finished… Washed up as a camp counselor!” I exclaim jokingly. But I also think I might be right.

  “Am I really getting in the way that much?” she asks me, “I guess I’ve broken all the rules myself, haven’t I?”

  “We both have.” I remind myself. It’s the bridge I’ll have to cross when I get to it, but for now there’s nothing we can do.

  I couldn’t even remember to check the weather alerts with Tessa here. All I want to do is be with her.

  And for now, that’s what I intend to do. It’s getting dark now and I don’t think either of us is in the mood for anything else except hitting the play button that was paused just now.

  Staff dorms are shared cottage style accommodation, with mine still being the original design. I spend a fair bit of time up here, even in the off season, so it’s my home away from home.

  Truth be told, it has been my home for about a year now, I just haven’t felt like going back to the city.

  “This is so not you,” she Tessa says, commenting on the small country style cottage, which I have to stoop down to get into.

  “I only use it for sleeping in,” I laugh, bumping my head on a hurricane lamp. “I spend most of my day outdoors or in the office.”

  “Is there that much paperwork to do, running a camp, I mean?” she asks, taking her time to look over everything, like she already feels at home.

  Her eyes widen as she takes in the place, building a mental map of who she thinks I really am by what I surround myself with.

  I hate to let her down, but it’s the truth. I really only come here to sleep. It’s more like a storage room than a cottage.

  My bedroom, for sleeping, I keep neat and pretty spartan. I have some weights and a big screen TV, and my bed.

  “We don’t have to…” I start to say, but Tessa’s hands are on my body like my mind is on hers and in moments we’re locked in a passionate embrace, knowing we won’t be disturbed this time.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Tessa

  I figure if we’re breaking the rules, we may as well shatter them, not just chip them around the edges. Sean doesn’t seem overly concerned with what we’re doing. He doesn’t see it as wrong.

  I tell myself I’ll make arrangements to defer from being a counselor this year if it’s going to cause a problem. I don’t want to cost Sean his job.

  With the sun down now and the lights low in his cottage, I feel more comfortable about everything. I feel less inhibited and I definitely feel ready for him to claim me now.

  I think it was just as well we were interrupted earlier, if that ranger had come in a few minutes later… Sean would’ve done him some harm, I’m sure of it.

  Sean’s been so good to me, being such a gentleman even though I know he wanted to claim me as soon as he laid eyes on me. And here we are, I don’t want to wait a minute longer, it’s a scary kind of exciting, but I trust Sean like no other and I want to give him my gift, to be his and nobody else’s.

  I feel the thrill of taking the first step, Sean wanting to ask me if I’m sure, but I let my hands and body give the answer.

  “That’s my girl,” he growls in my ear, bending low to nuzzle my neck as I walk backwards towards his huge bed.

  Big guy, big bed and I’m grateful for it. It takes up half his cottage and we fall onto it together, Sean’s weight on me feels like a big warm blanket I just want to lose myself in forever.

  I lay back and let Sean undress me. He starts with my shorts taking my panties with them, and I feel much better as soon as they come off, my whole bottom half naked and with Sean’s hands running over it making me tear at my own top, which he helps me out of in a second soon followed by my bra.

  He wants to look at me, I can see his eyes lit up as he traces over my body with his gaze.

  “I want to see you too.” I protest, clutching at his clothes, which he tears off, a button popping from his shorts and his singlet in shreds as he pulls it off in pieces like a wrestler, making me gasp again at just how strong he is without being showy about it.

  His huge arms and shoulders ripple in the dim light as he hovers over me, letting his skin tease mine with the lightest touch of his naked body on mine, but my hands are fishing for what I really want.

  What I need.

  “I should’ve done this the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he murmurs, kissing my stiff chest, taking one of my breasts in his mouth and sucking hard on my nipple, making me claw into his back with hands like talons, raking along his hard muscles as I feel them flex against my own softness.

  He’s big down there, that’s no exaggeration, and I know it’ll take some doing to fit all of him inside me, but I’m so wet already, so primed for him.

  “Tell me to make you mine again, Tessa. Let me hear you say you want it…” he growls, one of his hands gripping my hip as he holds himself up with his other tree trunk of an arm, as I claw at as if I’m a wild cat.

  “I want you inside me, Sean… please… take me… make me yours.”

  Our eyes locked, and a firm hand each on his thick length, we both gently guide him inside me, making my eyes widen as I gasp.

  “Holy…”

  He’s only a little way inside and I feel like I’m about to explode myself, his thick, smooth head starting to pulse and twitch, making us both gasp and moan before he lets out another low growl, edging even deeper inside me.

  He grunts and I gasp aloud again, his entire length pulsing inside me as I feel the tiniest stab of pressure before a wave of relief, a kind of wet joy flow over both of us.

  “Mine,” he snarls into my neck, biting his way down to my chest, starting to gnaw gently on my nipples in turn as his solid thickness starts to thrust in and out of me.

  My own hips start to move on their own, and in no time, we have our own sensual rhythm going. The threat of an early finish is replaced with a new feeling, the most amazing, closest and sexiest feeling I’ve ever known.

  With my man, my only.

  I know I’m his now and it makes me want to cry tears of joy. Sensing my emotions, Sean slows his thrusts and traces his hands over my body while holding himself inside me, flexing inside while his hands trace over me on the outside.

  The pressure is building, I can feel it, Sean puts his arms on either side of me as I grip his iron tight ass, which feels even better than it looks.

  My own breath matches his thrusts until I hear him swear, then cry my name as I try to stammer his.

  Both of us share the same moment of release, and I groan deeply, feeling his seed flow inside me, hoping I can have his babies grow inside me soon, willing a new life to flow from his seed into me.

  Our family. The life I know I want from now on. Only Sean, us, forever.

  “Did you feel that?” he asks, his breath heaving.

  “Did you feel it too?” I ask him, knowing we both mean more than just the powerful climax we both shared.

  Something magical happened, I just know it and I kiss him like I want to kiss him every day from now on. His mouth hard on mine, our breath matched by our continued movement as we both enjoy the aftershocks and waves of post climac
tic pleasure that we share.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Sean

  I don’t want to move, I want to stay inside Tessa forever, to let her know she’s mine body and soul.

  I know something special happened, and it makes me more certain than ever that I know I was right to claim her when I did, I know that our future is together and the first glimmer of our future family is inside her now.

  Gripping her under her arms, I roll over so she can rest on top of me, keeping me inside her still as we lay there, just holding onto each other. I don’t need to say anything and neither does she.

  I run my hands over her perfect ass, claiming every inch of her as she melts into me, almost asleep now as I pull the covers over us both.

  “Can we sleep like this?” she mumbles, almost to herself, and I smile. I don’t move an inch, content to stay in this position all night if she wants, she’s totally worth it.

  I don’t know how long I lay there, feeling her against me, listening to her breathing as she sleeps. Her hands curled up under her chin as she rests against my chest like a cat.

  The distant rolling of thunder and the shaking of the glass in the windows reminds me of something else as I lose my fight against the blackness of sleep as it weighs down my eyes.

  There’s something I forgot to do, something I should’ve done, but I tell myself it can all wait until morning.

  The sound of thunder, wind and rain is louder than ever, but that’s not what jolts me awake.

  The door of the cottage is slamming against the frame, unlocked and wide open.

  But it’s the feeling of not having Tessa on me anymore that wakes me. Not having her in my bed. My hand snaps backwards in the darkness, stabbing at the empty mattress, the jolt in my chest at the realization she’s gone makes me leap out of bed and to the door in one movement.

  There’s more than a storm outside, it’s looking like tornado weather. It’s rare but does happen in these parts if there’s a cold enough jet stream from the north. Not too uncommon this time of year and it’s been a few years since we’ve had any.

  I curse to myself under my breath.

  I should’ve checked the weather! I knew I forgot something, that damned Brad… he was trying to warn us and I chased him away.

  None of that matters now, I need to find Tessa, and I’m hoping she’s only braved going out of the cottage to use the communal bathroom but...

  I make my way to the door to peer outside but it's pitch black, I try the lights.

  Nothing.

  Power’s down and the generator hasn’t kicked in either.

  Something else I forgot to check yesterday.

  I bang my head on the damned hurricane light again, and almost consider putting it to use but we have plenty of flashlights with full charge, that much I did remember and I have light in a few seconds.

  I spend a few minutes pulling on some clothes and my boots. No good running out into this weather without being prepared, but my first priority is to find Tessa, she should’ve been back by now if she was going to the bathroom… why wouldn’t she wake me up?

  Why didn’t I hear her get up?

  A huge crack of thunder answers my question for me. If I slept through this, it’s no wonder I didn’t hear her leave. I slept like the dead, which is unusual for me, but then again, I did wear myself out in the best possible way with Tessa.

  But why Tess? Why would you go?

  Where would she go is more important right now. I need to find her, and fast. Scanning the floor of the bedroom, I don’t see her clothes. I remember peeling them off her, so she’s dressed in her shorts and her top at least.

  Not much in this weather.

  I take the flashlight and throw on a jacket before closing the door behind me, huffing it down to the bathroom block and calling out for Tess, but there’s no answer. I stop, cocking my ear to try and listen for any sign of her, but there’s only wind, rain and plenty of thunder.

  This wind I don’t like.

  I’ve been in a couple of tornadoes up here and it wasn’t a fun experience. They can touch down in seconds and come from nowhere.

  If I’d checked the weather, we would’ve stayed someplace else, the new office building has a basement built under it for just such an emergency.

  But, we’re not having a tornado… yet. I remind myself.

  The wind has made light of a lot of the stuff we didn’t put under cover or tie down, mostly outdoor furniture and a barbecue, making a silent spectacle underneath the roar of the wind as they get dragged along.

  I call out until my throat hurts, checking the mess hall and then the office.

  Nothing.

  All my training. Everything I know to be logical and calm in a situation like this, flies away from me. My mind is like this wind, I can’t think clearly.

  I just want her back. I should have looked after her. I swore I’d look after her… she’s mine now.

  “Tessa!” I call out her name, the wind throwing it back in my face until I roar it so loud I can hear her name echoing despite the terrible storm.

  Like the dragging of the furniture, I don’t hear it, but the tell-tale red lights of her purple Volkswagen light up in the darkness.

  She’s a good hundred yards from where I am, and I start to sprint towards the lights, but she’s going faster than I can run in just a few seconds.

  I call out her name again, the stabbing pain in my chest not from yelling myself hoarse, or from running around the whole camp.

  It’s the pain I feel at her leaving.

  Leaving without saying anything.

  Leaving without me.

  Something’s not right.

  I know she wouldn’t just leave like this. And I won’t just let her go either.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Tessa

  I’ve never liked storms, and even being so close to Sean isn’t enough to keep me brave.

  Being back at camp, in a storm like this.

  It brings it all back as fast and as frightening as one of those sheets of lightning outside.

  It scares me half to death, and the fresh memory of it makes me shiver.

  How could I have forgotten? It was one of the most humiliating nights of my life, but there were so many after that one, most of high school then college… I just learned to switch off the cruelty of some people. The shallowness and ignorance that some people just seem to be born with.

  Wake Sean up, he’ll understand.

  I’m scared, confused. And a big part of me feels like a frightened little girl again. But I hadn’t really forgotten, I just pushed it down with all the rest.

  It’s the real reason I wanted to be a counselor, to come back to camp and face the memory. Face that childhood fear of the dark. Fear of storms and most of all, the fear of being different.

  The heavy girl that no boy wanted and no girls wanted to be seen with.

  Wake him up…tell him how you feel… it’s perfectly natural to get frightened during storms, and to have flashbacks when you visit the place you had a traumatic event as a child.

  My adult brain sounds logical, but it’s quickly drowned out by the loud thunder, the wind and once the lights pop and I’m plunged into darkness, it’s like that night all over again.

  I can’t take it.

  Oh, why won’t Sean wake up? Can’t he hear what’s happening, it sounds like the freakin’ world is ending out there.

  I’m so scared, it doesn’t even feel real anymore. I just want to go home, but I’m confused. If it wasn’t for Sean I wouldn’t even know where I am, but he won’t wake up, I even try shaking him some but he’s totally out of it. Every time I try to call out to him a deafening crash of thunder drowns me out, sending my anxiety through the roof.

  I’ve never been able to sleep like that, especially during a storm.

  My teeth are chattering and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m cold, scared or both.

  I manage to get out of the bed, not looking at the windows
with the shapes of tree branches scratching at them like twisted fingers. I find my clothes and dress myself still shivering. I decide I’ll go back down to my car, get some warmer clothes and then come back.

  If I can face the fear of the storm, walk through it and just get to my car and back, I should be fine.

  Overcoming fears is about facing them Tessa.

  Sean makes a sound in his sleep which gets drowned out by more thunder and I jump, feeling myself squeak with fear but I can’t hear anything. This storm is no ordinary storm.

  Either way, I’m gonna need more clothes than just these shorts and a skimpy top.

  I’ve got a whole trunk full of clothes, enough for the whole summer and I packed for any weather.

  I just need to get down there.

  There’s no need to creep in silence, it’s so damned loud. The wind is louder than anything now, it sounds like a vacuum and I wonder if that’s the reason Sean isn’t waking up, it’s like a giant wash of white noise blocking everything out.

  The door to the little cottage rips out of my hand, feeling like it’s about to be blown off its hinges and I do my best to secure it before creeping down the path towards the dark shapes which suddenly look nothing like the sunny, warm and bright campsite I saw earlier.

  I can’t see my car from the cottage, and try my best to retrace my steps as I attempt to recall the way Sean and I took to get here. I was so engrossed in watching him, feeling his arm around me that I barely took any notices of where we were going.

  I remember the new dorms he pointed out, they look lighter against the darkness of the night but still remind me of the buildings that used to be there.

  Those old, wide porch, red brick buildings.

  I shudder at the memory, it’s as though the voices of the past are carried in the howling wind that starts to sting my ears and numb my body.

  I should’ve stayed in the cottage… I should’ve stayed with Sean.

  Something moves past me quickly, brushing my leg and making me jump with fear. I can’t tell if it’s an animal or something else. There’s so much debris being blown around. Lawn chairs and all kinds of things being blown out from the pitch blackness of the woods surrounding the camp.