Page 19 of Pool Girl - An Instalove Possessive Age Gap

“Will? Remember how you pulled me back for thinking the worst not so long ago, about that Vanessa woman?” I ask him in a scolding tone and answering my own question before he has a chance to answer.

“Then don’t assume that every guy who looks at me or worse, even talks to me is trying to hit on me, okay? He was a customer, a potential customer anyway, now we’ll never see him.”

I huff out a breath of frustration and wind the window up again, folding my arms.

I watch the food come out and Will pays the waitress and gets back in the van.

He’s still checking the mirrors and I order him to drop it.

“I can’t, Piper. I just can’t drop it,” he says with some anger in his voice.

“I’ll watch over you and out for you, everywhere and every time. If anyone has anything to say or ask you, they can go through me first,” he says defiantly,

“Even my dad?” I retort, trying to burst his testosterone bubble, but he surprises me with his conviction.

“Especially your dad,” he says in a low voice, starting the van and gently pulling out into traffic.

We ride in silence the rest of the way and I only distracted once we pull onto my street. The red and blue flashing lights out front of my house jolts us both out of our combined mood.

And before Will’s stopped the van I’m halfway out of it as he eases the brakes so I can get out as quickly as I know he wants to as well.

I see my dad being rolled out on a stretcher, an oxygen mask over his face.

He sees me and his hands go out.

The paramedic’s stop and dad murmurs something to one of them and she nods her head.

“Your dad’s gonna be fine, Piper. Just a touch of angina, but with his fever, we want to take him to the hospital and monitor him.”

I feel numb, nodding in shock. My dad’s hand feels so weak in mine, and he looks so pale.

“He really is fine,” the paramedic says again, cocking her head as her radio crackles on her shoulder.

“Look, we gotta go. He’ll be at St. Mary’s Hospital. And like I said, he’ll be fine.”

I feel both Will’s hands on my shoulders from behind me for a moment before he walks over to my dad, leaning down as they wheel him past me.

He nods and pats my dad’s hands that are folded across his chest before he comes back to me.

“I know, I know. He’ll be fine,” I growl, brushing past him to get inside, feeling like we’ve been robbed or something, only much worse.

I hear the front door close gently, once the flashing lights disappear and the nosy neighbors call it a night.

Turning to Will, who has our dinner in paper sacks inside a plastic bag, I realize I need him now more than ever.

And I’m not sure if it’s wrong, but I suddenly want him inside me more than ever as well.

Right freaking now.

I want him to claim me as his own, so I don’t ever have to feel like I can’t cope with anything without him by my side ever again.Chapter FourteenWillTalk about awkward. I was just telling Piper her dad’s not that sick.

If I don’t feel like a complete moron now. Guy spots me and motions me over, and I know he only has a few moments. These paramedics look like they’re in a hurry.

“Look after her, Will… I’m fine. I’ll be fine with this thing… but if anything ever happens to me… promise me you’ll look after Piper?”

I nod without hesitation, gripping his hands and patting them as he’s loaded into the ambulance.

Piper is understandably upset, so I give her a minute before I go inside, once the drama’s unfolded and there’s nothing more to show. Nothing more to see.

I don’t know what to expect now, maybe nothing. I know Guy will be fine, but I wonder what set him off like that. He’s usually strong as an ox, even when he is sick.

Feeling sort of goofy carrying the food still. I stand leaning against the door after closing it.

I register the look in her eyes, and against my better judgement, I grin.

I feel only a moment’s hesitation, but when I see Piper biting her lip, doing that thing she does when she’s wound up, horny and confused.

I feel my own hardness spring to life in my jeans, which are suddenly way too tight in the front.

I’m trying to make it to the coffee table at least, preferably the kitchen to put our food down, but Piper ambushes me three steps in.

I drop the food, feeling her in my arms again, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“He’ll be fine. You know that, right?” I ask her, just wanting to make sure she understands.

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