Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“You haven’t called me Rey in a while,” she comments.
“Am I not allowed to anymore? I did invent the nickname for you, after all.”
“You’re allowed,” she shrugs.
“I’m going upstairs to change,” Colt announces before disappearing out of the room.
I decide to cut to the chase, knowing I only have a few minutes, tops, alone with Renee.
“Are you planning on giving my journal back to me anytime soon?”
Renee turns from the stove and places her palms on the island in front of me. A crooked smile is planted on her lips as she shrugs her shoulders.
“Maybe.”
“Renee, this isn’t funny,” I grit my teeth.
“It’s a little funny,” she says, using her fingers to pinch the air. “All of these years that I’ve had my little crush on you, and you’ve been wanting to fuck me this whole time.”
Hearing Renee say the word “fuck” in that context immediately sends a throb to my dick. The look on Renee’s face is that of a pure seductress. I both hate it and love it at the same time.
“Stop,” I growl.
She steps around the island and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine.
“Stop what?”
“Your father will be down any second,” I remind her, shoving her away gently.
“I wonder what he’ll think of the little stories you’ve been writing about his baby girl…”
I grab her wrist roughly, and she trips into me. To stabilize her, I wrap my arms around her. My erection presses into the valley between her legs, and she bites her bottom lip as she feels it rub against her thighs.
I want her legs wrapped around me so badly, but I stay focused on being stern, trying to maintain my authority over her and not let my desire for her weaken me.
“This isn’t funny. If you tell your father… he won’t forgive me,” I explain. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Renee’s expression softens as she rests her hands on my forearms.
“I’m not trying to hurt you. I have something you want, and you have something I want. We both win.”
I’m trying to figure what it is she wants in return for my journal. I know what I’m fantasizing Renee wants from me in exchange for it, but is that really what’s happening here?
Is Renee really trying to seduce me?
8
Kane
Renee and I hear Colt coming down the stairs, and she quickly backs away from me, going back to the stove to tend to the meal.
“I’m starving,” Colt claps his hands together, causing Renee and me to jump.
I don’t usually startle easily, but with Renee acting like something out of porn flick, I’m on edge… in all kinds of ways.
“Almost ready, Dad,” Renee smiles sweetly at him.
Colt grabs the bottle opener and focuses on uncorking the wine.
“Where did you learn to cook?” I wonder.
“I have lots of skills you don’t know about,” she smirks.
“I’ll bet,” I stare at her. “Anything I can help with?”
“Can you toss the salad?”
Neither one of us can keep a straight face as we laugh.
“Renee, don’t be gross,” Colt scolds her, oblivious to the flirting that led up to that question.
“What did I say?” she plays dumb as she turns off the stove.
Colt shakes his head at her, not buying her innocence.
“Kane, do you want a glass?” he asks, holding the wine bottle up to me.
“Sure.”
“I’ll have one too,” Renee throws in, grabbing a potholder and opening the oven door.
“Do I have to worry now about you drinking in college?”
She snorts and mutters, “If I go…”
“What?” Colt asks firmly.
“Dad, one glass of wine with dinner isn’t bad. Kids in Europe drink wine.”
“She has a point,” I say, finding myself defending my little temptress thief.
“Fine,” Colt shakes his head. “I swear, you two are always plotting something together.”
He walks over to the wine cabinet to grab the glasses. Renee bends over to take something out of the oven, and as she does, her beautiful meaty ass cheeks come into view. Underneath the skirt, she only has on a black thong.
Renee’s ass is fucking perfect as it stands straight up in the air. The show is over all too quickly when she stands up with a tray of meatballs in her hands.
“How do they look?” she asks.
I tilt my head to the side and purse my lips.
“Amazing. Perfectly round,” I smirk at her.
She bites her bottom lip and blushes.
“I bet you can’t wait to take a bite.”
My dick is rock hard now. Trying to conceal an erection in sweatpants is not going to be easy. I keep my crotch close to the island, not really caring if Renee sees it. After all, keeping me hard seems to be her goal tonight.
Colt, on the other hand, will have some concerns if he notices my dick standing at attention around his daughter. He hands Renee and I each a wine glass.
“To my baby, for making us a fantastic meal,” Colt toasts, holding up his glass for us to clank.