Pool Girl: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows Who He Wants)

by Flora Ferrari

  Contents

  Pool Girl

  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

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  Collaborations

  About the Author

  Pool Girl

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 211

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  Pool Girl

  A Reverse Pool Boy Fantasy

  PIPER

  Dad’s a fit, strong guy. He never gets sick. Almost never.

  But when he does, there’s only one person he trusts to fill his shoes. Only one person who knows what he knows.

  And today, I’m it.

  Dad’s the local pool guy, named Guy… and I’m about ready to throw in the towel after my first job of the morning when job number two suddenly looks way more appealing.

  And I don’t just mean the size or shape of the pool… or how easy it’ll be to clean.

  Will Emmett is a self-made man with an immaculate pool, a pair even.

  He also just happens to be god’s gift to women, to anyone with eyes and hormonal function.

  The man’s perfect.

  I’m wondering what an older guy like him needs or even sees in a thick, younger curvy girl like me, but the whole day is about to change both our lives.

  Forever.

  One thing’s for sure, his pool isn’t the only thing about to get filthy… and it’s gonna need me to come clean it every day of the week from now on.

  WILL

  Pool Girl?

  Whoever heard of a Pool Girl?

  I know there are stories, about pool boys and liquored up cougar women… but a Pool Girl fantasy?

  That’s a bit of a stretch.

  Until I see Piper, that is.

  I’ve done well for myself in this life. Never one to really pay attention to the idea of a fantasy coming true or something happening beyond my control.

  I make my own luck. I’m my own man.

  Until today.

  As soon as I see her, I know I’m finished, done.

  I can’t deny the power of destiny… the incredible unseen hand that shifts the whole world so that two souls who felt fractured apart, can finally be reunited as one.

  Forever…

  *Pool Girl is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  Chapter One

  Piper

  Growing up it was kind of fun, having a dad who was the local pool guy. He had a lot of clients and it was good money. Even better for me when I needed some work during spring break from college.

  It was dad’s business that helped put me through college. I owe him one, big time.

  Dad’s a fit, strong guy. He never gets sick. Almost never.

  But when he does, there’s only one person he trusts to fill his shoes. Only one person who knows what he knows.

  And today, I’m it.

  It’s a chilly early spring morning, but the seasons don’t seem to know what they’re doing anymore and a lot of dad’s clients have set dates in advance when they want their pools done.

  My first job of the morning is looking like my last. I’d forgotten how difficult some people can be, how downright mean too.

  “I’m not paying good money to have some Oompa Loompa waddle around my poolside. I want the hot guy, where’s he at?” she spits, looking past me, covering her thick chest with a flimsy whatever the hell you’d call it… a handkerchief?

  “Ms. Vanessa Perkins?” I ask, trying to sound polite, checking the schedule to make sure I actually do have the right house. “My dad’s sick. I’m just filling in for him today,” I say between gritted teeth as she looks me up and down with contempt.

  It’s cold out, but Malibu Witch Barbie here has dolled herself up to the nines. Up at eight in the morning, obviously hoping for an eyeful of my dad.

  I don’t see my dad that way, but I’ve been told he’s hot for a forty year old. Pool cleaning does keep him in shape.

  And I definitely haven’t inherited those genes.

  I hope pools are the only thing he’s been dipping his net into. Ew.

  I politely ignore her, making my way around the side of her house, which is locked. Heading back to the front, I can already hear her through the front door she’s slammed shut, on the phone to my dad.

  After what feels like an hour, but is most likely a few minutes, the side gate pings open electronically and I hear her muffled, whining voice from inside as I pass the kitchen.

  “I’m getting a discount!” she wails.

  I roll my eyes, and once I see the state of her slimy and neglected, very dirty pool, that’s it.

  I’m done.

  “Honey it’s why it’s called being a pool boy, guy, uhh… girl. Whatever,” My dad sighs, sounding like someone else, his sinuses are so backed up.

  I’m calling to tell him I quit, I can’t do this. It was fun as a kid, necessary when I was in college, but I’m a grown woman now.

  Sort of.

  Almost.

  “I told you, sweetie, I need you more than ever now, pleeease?” he asks, sounding sicker, and more fragile than when I left the house earlier.

  I wince as I feel the stab of parental guilt working its way into my chest through the phone.

  “Alright, dad. But just tell me cleaning Barbie’s pool is the only thing you’ve been doing here?” I ask him, fighting to unsee the mental image my imagination has generated.

  Noting her pool looks like it hasn’t been cleaned for several years.

  “Wha-?” My dad asks, instantly setting my mind at ease.

  I know he’d never do anything like that. The whole pool boy fantasy thing… it’s a myth, a story.

  Like an urban legend.

  Barbie probably tipped kitchen grease into her pool just to make more work for my dad, so she could watch him work up a sweat.

  With dad’s permission, I put off the
first job. I tell wind me up Barbie I need more chemical that I don’t have, that her pools algal bloom is just too much for me, which isn’t too far from the truth.

  Her near screeching complaints as I pull out of her drive, waving politely and calling her a witch under my breath ring in my ears until I’m halfway to job number two.

  Mr. Will Emmet.

  Sounds more like Elmer Fudd.

  Puffing air out of my cheeks and stamping my feet on the frozen steps as I press the doorbell, I know just from looking at this guy’s house that his pool is gonna be huge.

  The place is like a mansion.

  I ring the bell a second time, waiting a full minute.

  Ah well, nobody’s home. I guess I can-

  Once the huge wooden door opens, I think I hear my jaw shatter as it hits the ground.

  His eyes are the first thing that grab me, but my own are hungry to take in the rest of his half naked body that is undeniably perfect.

  “Uh… I didn’t hear you ring… I was out back…” he stammers, those piercing dark eyes scanning me before they narrow. A low sound escapes him and I feel suddenly lightheaded.

  Will Emmet, if that’s the man in front of me, is no Elmer Fudd.

  He’s an Adonis, filling the huge doorway with an almost equally sized frame, his thick, V-shape torso is pure muscle which flexes with his every breath and has stiffened with the cold.

  Much like my own chest, but for a very different reason.

  My first and only instinct is to reach out and touch the man if only to prove to myself that something… someone so perfect, so beautiful could actually exist.

  But I only stare.

  I can’t help but look further down the man, he’s a step or two higher up than me, apart from being well over six and a half feet tall.

  He has on something similar to what Witch Barbie was wearing, but it’s around his narrow, sculpted waist.

  I can see the outline of his thick, cut, tanned legs underneath, but what really catches my eyes, what arrests my breath entirely, is the shape of his manhood snaking out from underneath. His tiny towel struggling to contain the potency he’s packing behind it.

  I feel him watching me, he’s almost grinning by the time I lift my head, unable to stop staring at him.

  I feel a flush of heat to my groin, the puffy parka I have on suddenly too hot to wear and I wish I had the kind of body that could go around in one of those tropical suits.

  “It’s cold,” he says in a deep, warm tone. His voice is rich and strong, but friendly. It dances, like his eyes.

  He’s looking me up and down again, a sudden breeze lifts a section of his towel and I see it. A blue speedo.

  Thick cock.

  The man isn’t cold.

  He’s red hot, and my dad isn’t the only one with a temperature right now. I feel my legs shudder in time with my own breath. A line of warmth radiating in my jeans.

  “Uh… I’m Will,” he finally says, a curious look on his face now, puzzled.

  I realize I haven’t even told him who I am or what I’m doing on his front steps.

  “I’m Piper. Pool girl. Uhhh… hehe… I mean, my dad… I’m here to clean the pool,” I finally stammer like an idiot, watching his brows go up with renewed curiosity.

  He peeks around the doorway, not even trying to hide his body, nor his growing dick.

  Or is it always like that? Oh dear lord.

  I make a sort of squeaking sound, biting my lip.

  “Is your dad here?” he asks furtively, and all I can do is shake my head.

  “No!” I almost shout. “Just me… all alone… no dad here.” I feel like adding that I’m nearly twenty, just so he knows, but I’ve already made enough of a fool of myself.

  He makes a low sound in the back of his throat, steps back a little, and opens the door even wider.

  “Well then, Piper, you’d better come on in.”

  Chapter Two

  Will

  Good things come to those who wait, but until I see her I don’t even realize she’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.

  Not just this morning, or even this year.

  My whole life is explained the moment I see her.

  I almost ignore the bell, until I remember Guy is coming to do the pools today.

  Guy is his name. It was my suggestion he just name his business ‘Pool Guy.’ He thought it was tacky, but his customers remember him that way and he’s done well for himself out of it all, I guess.

  I was about to put myself through my morning workout routine, starting with a swim, but once I open the door it’s not just my day’s routine that’s changed.

  I feel like my whole life has just rearranged itself in a split second. Not to mention my need to rearrange my speedo.

  Piper.

  I knew Guy had a daughter, even recall seeing her with him a few times years back… just a kid back then, but whatever Mother Nature’s done in the meantime she’s hit the jackpot.

  Or maybe it’s just me who feels that way.

  Her puffy parka is zipped up to the middle, with her ample chest peeking out, which grabs my eye. But it’s her eyes that arrest me straight off.

  The clearest blue, highlighted by wisps of her dark bangs that have strayed from under her fur cap, I sense a youthful adventurousness in them… but also a degree of sadness.

  Loneliness.

  I know the look. It’s reflected back at me whenever I look in the mirror.

  It’s not cold enough for snow, but this spring is a slow starter. My morning swim was going to be in the indoor heated pool, but seeing her flushed face and stamping feet I forget how cold it still gets outside.

  Not that I go out much.

  But there’s something else in her eyes, something undeniable.

  My own dick starts pulsing just at the sight of her, despite the cold and the way her eyes widen then dilate, I wonder if this old man has still got it.

  She must be like, what nineteen… twenty?

  Age is just a number though. My alpha brain tells me she’s the one and she will be mine, and with no dad in sight, I can’t get her in my house quick enough.

  Once I close the door, we’re both a foot apart just staring at each other.

  How can she not recognize me? It was a long time ago, and I’m sure her dad knows lots of people but…

  She shivers, and her eyes betray her again, moving south, spotting my growing arousal.

  She’s not shivering from the cold.

  And for some reason, I don’t feel like hiding my excitement from her, and her own is starting to look pretty obvious too.

  I get tongue tied though, making an involuntary sound instead of actually saying anything, but she nods in agreement anyway.

  “Let me start over,” I suggest, thrusting my hand out. “I’m Will… William, but you can call me Will.”

  Her hand is in mine in an instant, the electric charge between us as we touch is undeniable.

  So much for starting over and avoiding anything awkward.

  Her fingers curl around mine and show no sign of wanting to let go.

  “I’m Piper. Pool girl,” she rasps in a husky tone, almost making me groan she sounds so damned cute.

  I was hoping my heart pounding against my ribs might settle down, that my now aching hard on might magically disappear and I could present myself as a respectable pool owner, but no.

  The new and very obvious energy between us is only getting more intense by the moment.

  “Uh, I have two pools, not sure if your dad told you,” I muse aloud, she shakes her head again, her eyes darting all over my body like a dot to dot game.

  “I was about to have a swim inside, just now, maybe you’d like to start on the outdoor pool?”

  Or maybe I could just bend you over this sideboard and fill you with my length until you squeal.

  My hands start to sweat, almost trembling as I try to focus on acting normal. She looks glum, a little hurt even that I’ve moved the topic a
way from us and onto the pool job she’s here to do.

  Walking a little ahead of her, I turn so my tent pole isn’t so obvious, ushering her through the house towards the indoor pool area.

  My head’s turned back towards her, and she’s not looking at anything to do with my house.

  “So, it’s just you and your dad right. No one else ?” I ask, suddenly needing to know just how much work I have ahead of me.

  If she has a boyfriend, fiancé, or anything like that… that’s gonna be bad. Too bad for them, I mean.

  She snaps her attention from staring at my ass and shakes her head again in the negative.

  “You mean like a boyfriend?”

  The word makes me stop in my tracks and I turn to face her as she walks straight into me, bumping up against my body.

  Her chest, even through that parka is soft. My whole body aches and my cock hardens, just from the contact.

  Soft against hard always feels nice.

  She smells like something sweet, mixed with rain. I want to kiss her, hold her, but I can’t.

  Not yet.

  I need her to tell me she wants me before I can do anything.

  Neither of us apologizes for the sudden invasion of each other’s personal space.

  On the contrary, a slight whimper escapes her sweet lips and if anything, I feel her leaning into me, my member starting to twitch and tingle as it senses where it wants to go next.

  I thought the whole pool boy fantasy was a myth… like an urban legend. But now the tables are turned.