“I like mine a little well-done anyway,” she jokes, and we both become aware again of this thing between us, this feeling.
The elephant in the room that’s gradually getting bigger and bigger and I know it’ll keep getting bigger until one of us or both of us breaks the ice.
“So, all this time…” she continues, “Have you kept doing summer camp? What do you do outside of the camp?” she asks, genuinely interested.
It makes me feel old straight away, to have a full grown adult telling me they had a crush on me from so long ago, now being a camp counselor themselves…
“I used to be a teacher,” I tell her. “Back when you would’ve come to camp, I was a full-time science teacher, computers too once they became popular.”
Jesus Sean… just take out your teeth and start yammering on about the ‘good ol’ days’, how you had to walk five miles in the snow just to take a shit…!
I’m the one feeling stupid now, stupid and old. Far too old to be having this feeling, this fantasy that I could ever be with someone so young, so perfect. I mean, look at her.
She’s fucking perfect in every way.
I look up from the steaks again and see she’s waiting for me to continue my story. She’s actually interested in what I’m talking about.
“Then what happened? After teaching?” she says, hopping up onto the counter behind her, kicking her legs and holding herself up with her palms flat, leaning back a little.
I’m struck dumb for a moment, seeing her with the light catching her hair and eyes, the way her chest juts out so proudly.
She has a smile on her face, just waiting for me to go on, but I’m starting to doubt I can make it through the day, let alone a whole summer camp without having her. Without claiming her as my own.
I must have her, she’s mine.
“After teaching?” I continue, doing my best to maintain conversation, focusing on giving her the only meat I can right now. Her steak.
“I gave my brother a loan,” I tell her, serving us both some extra potato salad and nodding towards the bench tables before feeling my jaw drop as I watch her hop off the kitchen counter.
“So, you lent your brother some money,” she says.
I’m watching her apple bottom ass moving from side to side, begging to be gripped hard. Begging to be spread wide open as I eat her from the front.
“Uh, yeah… I loaned my brother some money… my pension savings actually… he started some software company with it.”
We take the nearest table, sitting opposite one another and I put her plate down in front of her but she’s all eyes on me now, waiting to hear the rest of what I have to say.
“That a lot of money?” she asks, innocently, and I growl with satisfaction as I watch her take her first bite.
I finally shrug, raising my brows. “I’m no tech geek, so I don’t even know exactly what he did, or even does. All I do know is I’m a part shareholder in his company which went gangbusters and makes squillions of dollars.”
She lets out a groan and her eyes roll back as she squeezes her thick chest together, giving me a prime view of her cleavage and some more of those plate sized nipples, pebbling through her shirt.
Did it just get hot in here… holy shit.
I’m sweating like I just ate on a jalapeño and she’s moaning like she’s close to climax.
But it’s just the steak.
She’s into food, and I’m glad, I plan on feeding her a lot more of it if it always brings on this reaction.
I’m glad we’re sitting down, because in no time at all, I’m rock hard again and although I don’t feel like eating, I pick at my food to make sure she keeps taking mouthfuls of hers.
“This is so good Sean. Where did you learn to cook, I love it!”
She licks her lips, and makes more of those sounds. It’s getting to be more than I can take, everything she does now only makes me think of her while I stuff her full of my hot fat dick until she screams my name.
“Sean? Are you okay?” she asks, looking a little self-conscious because I’m just staring at her.
“I’m just fine,” I tell her and point my fork towards her plate, “I’m glad to see you’re eating. Let’s have no more of this starving yourself, okay?” I tell her and she looks away.
“I mean it, Tessa. I wanna see you eating three meals plus snacks.” I tell her firmly.
It’s not the only thing I want to see in your mouth.
She exaggerates a big bite of her food and chews it before swallowing it down. I know she’s hamming it up for me, but damn, I could watch her all day. Eating, sleeping, whatever. I could just stare at her all day long.
“So…” she carries on after a few more bites, “…are you like a millionaire or something? If so, why bother doing camp? If you don’t mind me asking,” she adds, suddenly sheepish hearing her own questions spoken out loud.
I chuckle to myself and shake my head a little. “That’s a good question and no I don’t mind you asking. You can ask me anything Tess, I mean that.” I say, really meaning it. Half-wishing she’d ask me something more along the lines of whether or not I think we should just get down to the business hanging in the air between us, but she’s too polite for that.
“I don’t have to worry about money, that’s for sure but I do camp because I love it. I’ve been coming up here since I was a kid and one day…”
I trail off, noticing the time already.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tessa
“And one day? I ask him, noticing him looking at his watch suddenly, making a face.
“Sorry, Tess,” he says, brushing his hair back with one hand casually.
“…And one day I’d like my kids to come up here,” he says, his eyes suddenly burning into mine, like he’s telling me a thousand things without words.
Like he’s dropping a huge hint.
“Are you late for something?” I ask him, feeling sleepy from all the food and just the day so far.
“I forgot to mention, when you first showed up. We have a little job to do, just a four mile round trip up the bluff and back. I need to check on one of the radio towers out there, it’s not registering a signal from down here.”
“Four miles?” is all I can say.
That’s a long walk after the side of beef I just ate.
“I think I’ll just hang here, Sean. I do feel pretty tired and-”
But he’s not having it.
“I’m not leaving you here alone Tessa. I mean it. If I have to carry you up that damned hill I will, now c’mon. We have a job to do here and I won’t have my gir-… err… I mean. I won’t have my staff not taking part. What sort of example would that set?”
I heard what he just said, even though he corrected himself, I heard him fine just now.
My heart leaps and I feel like I could fly up a mountain side with Sean after hearing him say that.
Really? He called me his girl? Even though he corrected himself.
He still said it!
I stifle my squeal of delight and despite feeling so full I could just curl up and sleep, I readily agree to anything Sean suggests, including helping him with the dishes before we go.
“It’s getting late, but if we hustle, have a brisk hike, we should make it back in time for dinner,” he tells me, but all I can hear is the echo in my mind of my new two favorite words from his lips.
My girl…
Sean washes and I dry, standing next to him and watching his shoulders, arms and chest flexing so much even just from doing the dishes gives me suds of my own someplace.
It’s like three dishes, but I wish it were three thousand.
“Do you do the washing up every night,” I hear myself asking, sounding more like a teenager with a crush than the fully grown, college graduate I am.
“Maybe I will, if you’ll dry every night,” he says, and shoots me a wink that weakens my knees.
I’m not convinced I have low blood sugar.
I’m certai
n I’m only missing one thing in my body and it’s hanging from in between Sean’s legs.
OMG! I can’t believe the stuff I’m thinking. I wonder if he’s thinking half as much as I am… thinking about what he wants to do to his ‘girl.’
Four miles isn’t far for someone like Sean, who I can see works out every chance he gets. But for me, it’s a marathon. And it’s not a flat, level four miles either. It’s a hike and a half, up the bluff and back down.
Sean being the leader, makes sure we have everything and are prepared, even though it’s only a walk in the park for him.
“We have to take every task to heart, Tess.” He instructs me. “Once we have kids in our care here, it’s vital we follow our training and double check every step of the way… you good to go?” he asks me, and I can just feel myself about to burst again, standing as close as I dare to him, looking up into his eyes as he curls his lip into that sly look he’s giving me, holding out his huge hand in invitation, the gravel track awaiting me.
“After you then,” he says followed by a low growl as I turn away from him, feeling shivers travel up my spine again, knowing he’s watching me walk and knowing it's turning him on.
Who brings a clipboard on a hike?
I’m keen to keep talking. I like Sean, as a person to I mean. I’m not just interested in his body. I want to get to know him as a person, and so far he’s blown me out of the water.
What, with his first aid, cooking and teacher story. Let alone the fact he doesn’t have to be doing any of this stuff. He’s doing it to give other kids the experiences and skills he knows will last them a lifetime.
I sigh just thinking about how great he is.
I notice he’s spending a lot of time walking behind me, especially when we get to stone steps and small boulders.
I’m really self-conscious to start with, but his grunts and groans he’s pretending of him huffing it up the hill are really different sounds to my ears.
They sound like the calls of a male alpha, signaling his mate. Staking his claim before he makes a permanent impression.
As the climb gets a little steeper, I really start to feel my fitness.
Or rather, lack there of it. There was a physical at the induction but no real fitness test. Camp’s about equality and helping each other, so Sean’s the first to notice and gets ahead, only so he can give me a hand up in a few places as I need it.
He holds out his hand and I feel it closing in a tight grip over mine, his clipboard moving enough for me to see his thick cock pointing straight up in his shorts and his whole body flexing as he pulls me up a few feet like I weigh nothing at all.
We’re not even halfway up when, as much as I feel excited, turned on and thrilled to be with Sean, I start to feel something else down there. Something that fills me with dread.
Something I forgot all about before I even came to camp.
Chafing.
I have thick thighs, and no matter the season or what I wear, if I walk enough I get chafing.
Today’s no different and in no time I can feel it’s going to be murder on my thighs. I slow down and then hurry to catch up, Sean keeps asking if I’m okay and I lie, saying I’m fine.
We finally reach the top of the bluff. It’s late in the afternoon and from the top near the radio tower, I can see down across the whole campsite, woods and out across the lake.
“It’s beautiful,” I say out loud, trying for a moment to ignore the burning between my legs.
“It sure is. It’s just perfection,” Sean says, and I turn to see him staring at me, not even looking at the view at all. It makes me blush hard and I start to tremble, suddenly anxious about the trip down, even though we only just got up here.
If Sean knew about my chafing, I’d just die, I’d lay down on the trail and just die. I know I would.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sean
I totally forgot about checking the tower, it’s been like everything else on my roster for today. As soon as I saw Tessa, I forgot it all. I just wanted her.
I still do.
I fall back behind her, unable to help myself, unwilling to deny myself the sheer pleasure of watching her walk from behind. Those hips… that perfect ass.
I can’t help but growl and groan with satisfaction, but it’s getting to the stage where looking isn’t enough.
I need to claim her soon or I’ll just burst. Something inside me is driving me on, to make her mine.
Not just a once off thing at camp. I’m talking, looking after her, protecting her. Making her my woman, Forever.
Mine.
She’s slowing down really quickly and by the time we’re half way up I can see the telltale signs of fatigue and probably something else too.
Once we’re at the top, I’m proud of her for making it up without complaining. I know she’s making an effort so she can be close to me. And it makes me want her even more.
She takes in the view, but I’m taking her in. The way the afternoon sun hits her curves, the wind teasing her hair. I can’t believe how lucky I am.
“I’d better get up this tower and see what’s what,” I tell her.
“Don’t wander off, Tess. I want you to stay put, in case something happens while I’m up there, okay?”
She nods, but looks away quickly. Her face contorting in pain.
“Tess? What is it, are you hurt?” I ask her, stepping over to her after climbing back down from the third rung of the steel ladder that runs up the center of the fifty foot tower.
“I’m fine,” she says defensively, but I can tell she isn’t fine.
“Alright.” I tell her softly, “I’ll be as fast as I can, just stay put.”
I start my climb again, and looking up then down again, I guess how far up I am before I have to check the signal received from which height versus any signal being transmitted.
I stop what I’m doing, totally unable to focus on anything except Tess. I look down and watch her trying to walk around, her legs wider than normal, and a look of pain on her face.
I feel my jaw clench, and I swear quietly to myself.
I should’ve known.
Dammit! I’m supposed to be taking care of her, making sure nothing happens to her, not dragging her up hillsides until she’s red raw.
I resolve to do my duty first, and find there’s a loose connection on a dish right near the top, which resumes transmission as soon as I adjust it.
I climb back down, kicking myself every step of the way. I put my own selfish desires before common sense. I wanted to watch Tess walk instead of realizing how much discomfort she might be having from the hike.
By the time I get down from the tower, I can see she’s pretty worked up, trying to keep her brave face on but it’s falling with each step I take towards her.
“Oh Sean…” she whimpers helplessly, and I get to her just in time to help her sit herself down on some boulders.
I put my arm around her waist to support her and she leans in against me, her arm straining to get around my neck and shoulders.
“Ah, Tess. I’m sorry… I had no idea,” I tell her, settling her down and squatting in front of her, still taller than her head height, wanting nothing more than to go back in time and do it all differently.
“It’s alright,” she says, tears straining against her eyes as she grimaces again, setting her jaw hard and pretending she’s not hurting.
“It’s not alright,” I tell her, taking her hands in mine and looking into her eyes, leaning in closer.
“I’m supposed to be looking out for you, protecting you. Not this…” I say bitterly, turning my face away, not able to stand to see her hurting and unable to do anything about it.
“Did you fix the tower?” she asks, sniffing back some more tears, and I nod in the affirmative.
“I did. I think we should head back… it’ll start getting dark soon.” I tell her, registering her looks of protest.
“You’re not walking back down, Tess. Don’t worry. I said
I’d carry you myself, didn’t I? And I will.”
“But,” she starts to protest, and before she can say another word I lift her up, murmuring my pleasure as I hook my arms gently underneath her. Lifting her up and feeling her safe once again, resting against my chest, her arms hooking around my neck as she makes her own little sounds. Some tiny winces of pain but mostly content, happy sounds.
“You’ll never carry me all the way,” she says softly, so close to my ear I can feel her hair against my neck and face, and I turn towards hers.
Less than an inch is between us, our lips almost touching and I feel her start to quiver in my arms, her hands tracing the back of my neck as I slowly move my lips towards hers.
“We should go then,” she says suddenly, and I open my eyes wider with a start, smiling in agreement, reminding myself of what I just told her.
“Yeah, it’ll be getting dark soon enough, we should head back.”
“I thought I’d be okay walking this far, but I guess not,” she sniffs after a while.
I don’t want to embarrass her and I won’t talk about it unless she wants to.
I shift my grip and she yelps a little, my hand riding up too far and touching a sore spot.
“Sorry,” I say, making my own pained face. I do feel her pain, each step, each scrape of her skin against the thick cotton she’s wearing.
It’s the shortest few miles I’ve ever hiked and I could go on carrying her forever, just feeling her softness melting into my body with each step.
Towards the end of the trail I look down, noticing she’s fallen asleep. Like an angel in my arms, I feel more than ever like bending down to kiss her, but I want her to be awake for that. I want her to remember our first kiss.
It’s back to the infirmary, there’s the perfect ointment there to help with chafing. And after that… well. We’ll just see what happens after that.
CHAPTER NINE
Tessa
I only wake up once he sets me down again. It’s like I could sleep forever in his arms, only waking when he isn’t holding me, and once I feel the sting of that damned chafing start up again.
“Oh my god, Sean… I feel ridiculous! Tell me you didn’t carry me all that way?” I ask him, trying to sit up but feeling his strong hand on my shoulder, his face calm and kind.
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