My Boyfriend's Father novel Chapter 8

Valerie’s hands sliced the water, her body following her in as she dove off the side of the pool. The water felt amazing as it washed over her as she slid through the pool to the shallower end. It was as if the warm water bathed away the remaining vestiges of stress from life at college. However, it did nothing to cool the heat between her legs at how Justin’s father kept staring at her. She saw him ducking his gaze away from her several times during breakfast and even before that when he was unpacking the groceries. Of course, the way he raked her breasts with his gaze, while trying to make sure she didn’t notice, made her cunt ache even more, causing her to blush as she turned to fix breakfast. Even that had been a means to get him not to notice her reaction.

She broke the surface of the pool, water flinging in all directions. Wiping the water from her face, sliding her hands down her hair and flattening it against her head as she turned to look around the backyard. Richard sat in a chaise lounge, holding a glass of whiskey in his lap. Watching her. She felt the blush creep up her neck again, reaching her cheeks, as her honey stirred. She smiled at him before turning away from his powerful chest and strong legs, other traits Justin didn’t inherit, and swam to the edge of the pool. When she reached the edge, she heard the sliding glass door of the back porch open and turned to see Justin walking out. It surprised her that he wore his bathing suit. If she was honest, she didn’t even know he owned a bathing suit.

“Ah, Justin, glad you could join us,” Richard said, glancing over his shoulder as his son left the back porch and made his way out to the pool. “Get everything set for tomorrow?”

“I did, thanks,” Justin said as he plopped down in a chair beside his father. “We’ll get started early. My first interview is at nine-thirty.”

“We?” Richard asked before glancing to Valerie. “You’re going to tag along on an interview? Aren’t you afraid of being bored?”

Valerie crossed her arms along the edge of the pool and rested her chin in the crook of them. “Not really. There are several stores nearby and a few diners. I was thinking of doing some shopping while he went through his interviews, and then we can grab lunch at one of the cafés along that strip.”

“I thought it would be a good time to show her around some,” Justin said, smiling over at Valerie.

She smiled back, but doubted the smile reached her eyes. Justin was trying as far as he could, as far as he normally did, anyway. She thought it was sweet while they were in college, but now…now, she wanted him to try harder. She needed him to try harder. She glanced over at Richard. She wanted Justin to be more like his father.

“Well, that sounds like a good time,” Richard said, nodding as he lifted his glass to his lips. “Should be a great day for it.”

He stared at Valerie over the rim of his glass as he took a sip, and once more she felt her passion stirring. She shouldn’t be having these thoughts, she knew, but god, she couldn’t help it. Richard Pressman was such a strong man, with a smile that melted her in places Justin never touched. After returning his gaze for a moment, she pushed off the wall and swam to the deep end again, her thoughts stirring deeper burnings within her. What would it feel like if Richard were to take her, grab her hips, and drive his cock into her cunt? From the size of his chest and legs, his arms and broad shoulders, she could only imagine how thick his manhood was. Her pussy ached at the image.

Breaking the surface at the other end, she reached out and grabbed the ladder, pulling herself to the side of the pool. The sound of water splashing reached her ears, and she turned to see Justin swimming under the surface toward her. A smile creased her face as she watched him approach, and she found herself giggling the closer he came. It seemed so out of character for him. Glancing over at Richard, she noticed him watching them, smiling as well.

Justin broke the surface just inches away from her, water spraying her, making her pull into herself as she laughed harder, eyes clenched. When she opened them again, Justin floated just inches from her face, grinning over at her. “Hey, there,” he said, bouncing his brows at her. “Is this ladder taken?”