Pool Toys

In the blink of an eye, my career as a Naval Aviation Rescue Swimmer was over.

Becoming a civilian again wasn’t in my plans, but moving to Laguna Beach was supposed to be my chance at starting over.

I was only supposed to be staying at my buddy’s house to find myself—even if it meant being his temporary pool boy.

Instead, I find myself in the deep end with her… his daughter.

I should have walked away.

She was off-limits.

The temptation was too much and I crossed a line I can’t undo. I

was supposed to help take her mind off her troubles and being her pool toy sounded easy—until I got a taste of her.

Now, I won’t let her go, no matter the consequences.

A split-second decision might have cost me a job, but this time it’s going to cost me more.

This time it’s going to cost me my heart.

Pool Toys is a Fast-Burn, Insta-love novella. This book contains a lot of panty-dropping sexiness! There is raw sexual language (aka dirty talk), and tons of heat! It is intended for readers 18+ and fans of the naughty stuff.

Three weeks have passed since my arrival in California. Bryson calls to check in when he can, but mostly I’m left alone to wallow in my self-pity. I put in a few applications with some of the local fire departments and the Marine Safety Department. With my background, I hoped to have a job by now. Except the hiring process for any of the jobs I’d put in applications for is worse than trying to get in with the military.

Obligated to wait them out, I’m currently floating on my back. Bryson has a killer pool, and I take advantage of it frequently. If I’m not in the pool lounging, I’m in the ocean. It’s imperative I keep my body conditioned to the brutality of the salty water. Otherwise, the years of being an Aviation Rescue Swimmer will be for nothing.

My eyes drift closed moments before a loud crash has me rolling off my raft. The training I endured in the Navy kicks in and forces me to scramble for cover. Once I get my bearings and realize someone is inside, I climb from the water and creep toward the sliding glass door. Another loud bang and the unmistakable sound of swearing has me easing inside the sunroom.

“What the fuck?”

The irritated voice, of who could only be Cassie, Bryson’s daughter, fills the room. She stands with her hands on her hips, staring me down. Behind her, a large potted plant is tipped on its side, with dirt spilling onto the floor and covering her feet.

“Everything alright?” I cock a brow at her, my eyes glancing between her and the mess on the tile.

“No. And is there a reason you’re just standing there getting water all over the place?”

Aggravation coils in my gut. She’s barking at me over some water when a mound of dirt is scattered across the kitchen tile I just cleaned. I cross my arms over my chest and blow out an agitated breath as I take in the destruction.

“Water is the least of your worries.” Her neck swivels toward the mess left by the plant she unceremoniously knocked over when she struck it with the massive suitcase trailing behind her. “Pretty sure you’re going to be cleaning up dirt for hours.” I smirk as she turns her head back toward me.

Her eyes trail up my bare chest as she takes in my barely clothed appearance. My body reacts to the heat in her eyes, causing my dick to twitch beneath my wet swim trunks. I see the pulse ticking in the cords of her neck as she finds my piercing gaze on her. The sea-blue color of her orbs holds me captive to her gaze. For a moment, I feel as though I’m drowning in the ocean miles away from shore. She swallows, her eyes unblinking as she searches mine for something. What, I didn’t quite understand.

This was my friend’s daughter. A girl thirteen years my junior. A girl who by all accounts—should be off limits. Except my cock didn’t get the memo. And when her gaze flicks down to the increasingly growing bulge pressing against the polyester fabric, I know I’m in trouble. The fire in her eyes tells me she likes what she sees.

And as much as it should bother me, I like the way she looks. Because damn… she’s beautiful, and she’s staring at me like I’m her next meal. I blink the lustful haze from my eyes and take a step back, putting some much-needed space between us. She says something, but I turn on my heels and hightail it out of the house. I need to get my body under control before I do or say something stupid.
The tepid water does little to suppress the wood I’m sporting as I dive beneath its surface. To force the blood from rushing toward my nether regions, I launch into swimming laps. Maybe the extreme exercise will calm the raging need I’m overcome with.

As I push myself hard, my mind still drifts to thoughts of Cassie. Why the fuck is she here? Bryson said she would be tied up with shit at college.

I don’t know how long I lose myself to the water, but as I prop my arms on the edge and wipe the water from my eyes, I find Cassie standing at the edge, staring down at me. I well aware I’m treading in dangerous waters. She cocks her hip and waits. Just like in the kitchen, my body vibrates with an electric charge. She’s dressed in a two-piece swimsuit that does little to hide her body—a body that’s un-fucking-believable.

Her toned legs lead up to a pair of curvy hips. It’s unusual for a swimmer to have curves like hers, but I’m not about to complain. Her flat belly gives way to ample hips—hips made to hold onto. She’s perfect in every single way.

“I take it you’re the friend of my dad’s taking care of the house and pool while he’s gone?”

Her voice is like a match to my dormant libido. My cock jumps to attention beneath the crystal blue water.

I’d fought enemies more dangerous than her… yet one look at her face and I know.

This girl will be my undoing.