Free Wet Dreamz by Bobbi Romans

 
    Wet Dreamz
     
    If I never clean another pool, it will be far too fucking soon . Billy scooped more frogs from the pea-green pool and, glancing right and left for witnesses, dumped the offenders over the fence into Mrs. Kirsti’s neighbors’ yard.
    Cam Kirsti was hella hot for someone her age. In her early thirties, her skin was like creamy chocolate, and her eyes resembled burnt caramel. Exotic and so damn sexy. She was tall with cleavage a man could lose himself and an ass—oh, damn, yeah. That ass. Wow. Her butt screamed for squeezing. Too bad her husband was a cheating fuckwad. The tool brought more mistresses home than one could shake a stick at. Always when Mrs. Kirsti was out of town checking on the sick family member her husband had vaguely mentioned in the past. How anyone could even think of another woman when they had one as hot as she was, Billy didn’t know.
    If she was his? They wouldn’t leave the bedroom. He’d hand-feed her strawberries just to watch those lush lips open and close as they nibbled the wet sweetness. A door slammed, and he knew Mr. Kirsti had arrived home again.
    He’d love nothing more than to pulverize the asshat, but he was just the pool guy, and though his gut said Mrs. Kirsti hadn’t the foggiest notion about her husband’s dalliances, for all he knew, she did. So he kept mum as the Kirstis were his best-paying customers, but took notes in case the day ever came when she needed to know.
    He’d been gone only two-weeks on his vacation, and somehow they’d let their pool go swamp green. He’d left the number to another pool guy who had been filled in on their pool, but apparently neither had taken time to call him.
    The flutter of a curtain drew his attention toward their sunken den with its floor-to-ceiling window.
    Yep, Sir Humps-a-Lot was at it again. Some blonde, nude, was pressed up against the glass and getting hammered from behind. Her palms were flat against the window, and her breasts were smashed against it. Billy brushed his way closer, keeping his head low as he watched them. With his sunglasses on they wouldn’t know where his gaze was focused—on the pool or on them. Of course it wasn’t like they gave a shit if he saw anyway, as the curtains were left wide open.
    Her face was contorted with pleasure as her body slid up and down against the glass. Her pussy was shaved so close he saw the pink between her lips even at his distance from them. Dude was a cheating ass, but Billy wasn’t immune to the erotic scene of a well-pleased woman on the verge of orgasm.
    In one quick move, the blonde went from pressed against the glass to on her knees with Mr. Kirsti’s cock in her mouth. The son of a bitch actually looked out the window and winked in Billy’s direction. Like taking a woman was nothing more than another notch on his belt.
    He returned his attention to the pool, never acknowledging the man’s scummy move. The air was turning muggy, making the later afternoon sun stifling. He set the pole down long enough to grab up the tee he’d tossed off and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He pushed his sunglasses back down from his head and chucked the tee back on the lawn chair.
    As always, a few hours later Mr. Kirsti came out with a few hundred-dollar bills in his hand to pay him for his nice “pool work.”
    “Billy, I’d like to hire you to come over daily rather than weekly for the next two weeks.”
    “I feel I need to be honest here. Your pool doesn’t require daily upkeep. It would truly be a waste of your money, sir.” Not that the man was decent, but Billy was. And charging daily for something that wasn’t needed felt like theft.
    Out of the corner of his eye he caught the blonde sashaying in their direction. Mr. Kirsti’s back was to her, so he had no way of knowing how she eyeballed Billy, winking secretively before she dove into the pool. His gaze followed her before returning to Mr. Kirsti’s.
    “About the daily trips. I’m heading out of