Page 6 of Pool Girl - An Instalove Possessive Age Gap

She chuckles to herself then adds, “I guess I should check out the pumps and filters anyway. It’s not all just about what the water looks like.”

I like it when she sounds so confident. Up until now, she’s flipped between looking like she wants to jump on me to withdrawing into herself, sounding like she has no real interest in me at all.

If she’s Guy’s daughter though, she’d know something about pools, I think.

“I’ve got the ph gear in the van,” she says, jerking her thumb behind us.

“I got all the gear,” I explain. “It’s just down the way here.”

We walk slowly, and I start to sense maybe she isn’t in such a hurry, after all, it was only when I mentioned the hot tub that things started to go south between us.

I want her to touch me again, like when she had her hands on me or when her fingers curled around mine.

It was the best, most natural feeling in the world to have her touch me like that.

“Soooo,” she starts, looking bashful, turning her head away slightly, almost not asking.

“What?” I ask her quickly, relishing the chance to talk to her some more as we walk, our pace so slow we’re practically not moving at all.

“I mean, it’s just you here,” she adds as if she’s wrestling with the question herself before she asks.

“Just me,” I tell her eagerly, keeping my eyes on hers even though her face is still turned away. I see her redden and I feel that warmth inside me grows.

“No wife, no girlfriend?” she finally asks, looking up at me. A make or break look in her eyes, reflecting how I felt only moments ago, wondering if a sweet girl like this could ever go for a guy like me.

“You’re not…?” she adds before checking herself, assuring me it’s none of her business anyway.

“Sorry,” she says quickly. “I just talk when I’m nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?” I ask her, adding, “And I’m not. I’m single, Piper.”

Spelling it out. The social way of telling someone you want them, but only if they want you.

Her front teeth bite into her lower lip, and I realize we’re not even walking anymore, we’ve come to a complete stop.

“I mean… filling in for dad… all on my own… I mean,” she says.

“You’re a terrible liar,” I tell her, laughing to myself.

Feeling like my chances are better than I thought and wanting to reach out and put my arm around her more than anything right now.

I might just need to give her some truth instead of just hoping she’ll fall into my arms.

She blushes so hard, so embarrassed by me telling her that, that I apologize. But she agrees after a few moments.

“Just tell me I’m not imagining things,” I tell her firmly rather than ask. Suddenly feeling like the only way to ever find out for sure if I stand a chance is to go out on a limb and try it the old fashioned way.

Just ask her, ya dummy.

I didn’t think she could get any redder, and then I feel bad. Like maybe I’ve said too much too soon.

I’ve only just met her and here I am putting her on the spot.

I apologize this time and once again, we stand like a couple of lovesick teenagers.

Wait… one of us most likely is a teenager.

Shit.

“I’m nineteen,” she says, that hoarse, raspy tone again that seems to travel from my ears right down to my dick.

I feel my heart leap, and a low growling sound makes me look around, suddenly feeling the need to protect her, to make sure nothing’s coming.

But it’s the sound of my own need, and it’s already so close to coming I can feel a thick line of dampness running from my cock as I cast my eyes over her for what feels like the first time.

“Nineteen,” I murmur, curling my lip again, feeling like the luckiest man alive as she giggles nervously.

About the closest thing, I can get to a yes at the moment.

And that’s fine with me.Chapter FivePiperIt’s my own self-doubt. No man, apart from my dad has ever spoken to me for this long, let alone lit up once he finds out I’m old enough… and once I’ve asked enough to make sure that he’s single. Which Will is.

I just wish I knew more about this kind of thing.

I wish I knew what I was doing.

Once he orders me to tell him he’s not imagining things… that he’s not imagining what we both know we feel, I feel myself burning up, red in the face and only wanting more of this…

This thing that’s starting to grow between us.

I’m happy to take it in baby steps, keep this excitement growing, and the wonder of it all so fresh.

That’s what guys want too, right? The thrill of the chase is always better than…

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