Summer Romanced: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 65) Read online

  SUMMER ROMANCED

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 65

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Summer Romanced

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  SUMMER ROMANCED

  Summer Romanced will delight fans of Jenika Snow and Alexa Riley.

  My brother’s best friend buys a summer beach house and he needs someone to decorate it.

  It’s my first time working in my chosen field after graduating college, but I’m hoping this younger woman gets to experience another kind of first time with the older man I’ve been eyeing for years.

  But when it’s time to break the news to my brother, will he think this is just some instalove summer romance, a beach house bonding, or can my brother’s best friend convince him this isn’t just a summer romance and this is no longer his beach house.

  This is our home and our love will last forever.

  *Summer Romanced is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Sebastian

  “She’s the one,” I say to myself as I toss another bag of concrete mix to Kyle from the construction crew I hired and look up at her standing there in the driveway.

  “Whoa, guy. These things are eighty pounds each. Let’s stick to tossing them and not throwing them like footballs,” he says.

  He’s right. Just seeing her here gives me more strength…makes my muscles tense and flex. And my muscles aren’t the only thing that’s suddenly a whole lot firmer.

  I feel my Levi’s stretch in the groin area and a tightness in my gut as my blood shoots through my veins. My nostrils flare as I inhale more air, filling my body full of oxygen making me feel more alive and lightheaded at the same time.

  All from the sight of her.

  But when I see Dave, also from the construction crew, stop mixing the concrete mix and take in the sight in front of him I know I’m not the only one who’s noticed.

  And I’m going to put a stop to his, and anyone else’s wandering eyes, right now.

  Because they need to be focused on making the concrete for the deck I’m adding on, and I need to be focused on making something concrete with her.

  As in a life. A baby. Our family.

  I’ve known Summer forever, but there’s something different about the way she looks today. Something about the way the sun lights her from behind making that red hair of hers glow like a bonfire. Like the beach bonfires we’re going to have every night for the rest of our lives together when I get this summer house finished and we move in for good.

  I have no idea where these thoughts are suddenly coming from. There’s just something about the curve in her hip…the fullness of her breasts…and her shyness that shows me she’s still as innocent as the day she left for Savannah College of Art and Design four years ago. It’s been four years since I’ve seen her, but right now it seems like a lifetime.

  She was just a girl then, but now she’s a woman. Once a barely eighteen-year-old high school graduate, but now it’s clear she’s not only graduated from college, but she’s also graduated from adolescence into adulthood.

  There’s something different about her and it’s making me feel something very different about her too. Something I can’t deny. Something so primitive and bas
ic that it’s a primal human urge.

  But not just an urge…a need. The need to make her mine forever.

  “We’re over here,” Dave yells from the area where we’re working causing her head to turn and to start moving in his direction.

  Hell no.

  I march over to Dave and grab him by the back of his flannel shirt.

  “You’re here to work, not hit on my best friend’s sister. You understand me?” I growl in his ear.

  I feel the space between where I’ve got a white-knuckle grip on his shirt and his T-shirt widen as he leans forward cowering from me.

  It’s one thing to be six foot five and two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle. And it’s another thing to be that size and like a gun that’s loaded and cocked and ready to fire at anyone that tries to so much as look at her.

  “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know.”

  “And now you do,” I say. “And now you’re on your way home,” I say motioning with my eyes to his truck.

  I release his shirt and he half looks back at me making sure not to make eye contact. I’m not fucking around when it comes to Summer.

  She’s mine and only mine. She may not know it yet, but she will soon enough.

  And if I keep staring holes through her soon enough might be right now.

  Which is fine by me, because I’ve wasted enough time already. The most beautiful and amazing girl in the world was right under my nose all those years and it took her going off to college and coming back here four years later to realize it.

  I’m not the fastest learner, but when I do grasp onto something it sticks with me forever.

  Just like she’s going to be by my side for the rest of time.

  CHAPTER 2

  Summer

  “Hey Sebastian,” I say as he approaches me. “Is everything okay?” I ask wondering what just went on between him and the guy who he was speaking with.

  “Summer,” he greets me. “Everything is perfect now.”

  “What happened with that guy?” I ask as I watch him get into his truck. He looks depressed.

  “He made the kind of mistake that can’t be tolerated around you…here,” he says.

  Around you or around here? Which did he mean? He seemed to catch himself there at the end of his sentence, but I still haven’t caught my breath yet at the sight of him.

  His white crew neck T-shirt is snug, not tight, but the sweat from all the work he must have been doing so far today has made the cotton more transparent than the manufacturer must have expected.

  And I certainly didn’t expect the way he’s looking at me now. I’ve had a crush on him so hard that I had to leave town so I could actually focus on my own life. I went all the way town to Savannah, Georgia just to get away from him so I could focus. And it didn’t work, especially now taking in the sight of him again.

  I managed to get my interior design degree from one of the top universities in the country, but that was about all I got while I was there.

  I certainly didn’t get invited to any parties, have a boyfriend, or even drink one time. So much for living the “college experience” whatever that means.

  But the idea of hanging around with a bunch of eighteen to twenty-two year old boys while they made clumsy and sophomoric attempts to seem cooler and sophisticated never really made sense to me.

  Why spend one second with a boy pretending to be a man when you can just be with a real man? And Sebastian was all man all the time, even when we were kids.

  He had a certain swagger. The way he carried himself with so much confidence. The way his voice deepened a full two years before anyone else’s. The way he started shaving in middle school. There was never a doubt that he was the most alpha of all my brother’s friends. He was always bigger, stronger, faster, and the leader of the pack.

  And what was also never in doubt was that I never had a chance with him.

  Sure, he was always nice to me. He treated me with so much respect that it made some of the other girls jealous, but no one ever started anything with me ever…because of him.

  I got teased when I was younger for wearing glasses and being a bit clumsy. One day that all stopped and the boys started asking me if everything was okay…if they could carry my books for me and if I needed anything.

  At first I thought it was a strange and likely cruel prank. I was just waiting for them to pull the rug out from under me like some Bugs Bunny cartoon.

  Then I found out why. Sebastian, the high school jock, had delivered a message in no uncertain terms to all the boys in town. If anyone so much as bothered me, or touched a hair on my head, then they’d answer to him. And not only that, but they were instructed to be nice to me and help me out.

  I didn’t find out until a year later when Sebastian graduated and went off to college to play football and study finance. He had the brawn and the brains.

  At the time he was eighteen and I was only twelve, finishing elementary school and moving on into middle school. I was too young to have romantic feelings about him at that age, but I did know something about him was different. It wasn’t until high school that I really realized exactly what those feelings meant, and how much they could constantly stay on my mind.

  When Sebastian was on break from college he’d swing by and pick up my brother and they’d go do things. I always tried to be home when I knew Sebastian was coming by. I’d bake cookies in advance and always offer him some. He’d always take one of anything I made for him and then thank me and be on his way.

  I’d always wished he’d stay around longer, but he just wouldn’t. It was like nothing I did could get him to sit down with me. He’d kind of just look in my direction, never making eye contact and mumbling a thank you and then that was that. I never knew if my brother had anything to do with it and to this day I still don’t know.

  But today Sebastian isn’t just looking in my direction. He’s looking right at me like I’ve got something he wants. Something a lot more valuable than just a cookie…my cookie. It’s like he knows I’ve never been with anyone. Like he knows I’ve been saving myself for him and today’s the day he’s here to claim what’s his.

  Me.

  And I am his whether he’s known it all along like I have.

  I was always been waiting, wishing, but trying not to hope. I didn’t want to get my hopes up only to see him with some other girl and then have my dreams smashed. But he never did that to me. I never saw him with anyone, and the few times I tried to slyly ask my brother about it he’d just mumble something about Sebastian being focused on football and school and not having time for girls and then just go back to whatever he was doing.

  But that seems to have all changed and Sebastian has too.

  Now he’s twenty-eight and recently retired from the NFL. He had a few good years before deciding to step away after all the studies about head injuries, at least that’s what my brother said. “He wanted to get out while he was still ahead,” he told me. “And he’s not one to spend a lot of money and he’s got more than he needs for the rest of his life.”

  I guess that explains the beach house he just got.

  But it doesn’t explain why he asked me to come and take a look at it today.

  And so far the only thing I’ve had my eyes on is him.

  He could have invited me to the city landfill to “have a look” and I would have come…as long as “having a look” meant getting a glimpse of him.

  But this stretch of beach is beautiful and I’m sure his house will be too once it’s finished. But he’s the finished product already…the perfect man with only the good kind of rough-around-the-edges traits.

  The kind that could be smoothed out by the right woman.

  Me, whether he knows it or not…and I sure hope he does.

  “But everything’s okay now that you’re here,” he says.

  What does that mean?

  “Thanks for having me and showing me your new home. And congratulations by the way.”

  “Than
ks,” he says. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

  What? Congratulating me on graduating college? Congratulate me on deciding it’s time to be his girlfriend? I practically want to yell that it’s time and I sure as heck won’t say no.

  “Okay,” I say softly.

  “I know you just got your degree in interior design…I mean Sean told me,” he says referring to my brother. “And I know that college you went to is one of the best for that.”

  “Thanks. Yeah, they’re ranked top three in all of those magazines that report that kind of stuff.”

  Quit trying to quantify your skills and let him finish. He sounds like he’s going to make the perfect offer if you just let him talk.

  “Yeah. I heard about that, but I’m not sure if you heard about me.”