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)
“To Rey.”
Her eyes lock on mine as we take a sip of wine. We bring the food into the dining room, and Renee serves Colt and me heaping plates of meatballs, pasta, and fresh bread.
Renee removes the apron she is wearing, and the erection that had finally started to subside rises once more. Her white crop top hugs her tits so snugly that I can see the outline of the lacy material of her bra through her shirt. The skin exposed below her chest looks incredibly soft, and I can’t help but imagine what she tastes like.
Focus on something else, Kane!
I look down at the food in front of me instead. It smells so good that I skip the salad and dig right into the pasta.
“Mm, Renee, this is delicious. You made the sauce too?” I ask, truly impressed.
“Yeah, it’s a recipe I tweaked from online,” she says humbly.
“It’s really good, sweetie,” Colt agrees.
“Thank you,” she grins happily.
I love when she smiles that way. It’s so pure and beautiful.
“How’s the Callahan project going, Kane?” Colt asks.
“Good. I visited the site today. We break ground in a couple of days.”
“Oh, I pass by that space on the way to school. What are you building there?”
“A luxury hotel. The design is awesome. I think you’ll love it, Rey. I know you have an eye for things like that.”
She blushes and takes a sip of her wine. Suddenly, I feel something on my thigh. I look down to see Renee’s painted nails resting on my leg.
“I wish you had an eye for college,” Colt chides.
“Daddy…” she whines. “Can we please not talk about school?”
“Fine. How’s your boyfriend?”
I look over at Renee.
“Oh, yeah… I always forget you have a boyfriend,” I taunt her.
“We broke up over the weekend,” she explains.
I place my hand over hers on my thigh and give it a squeeze before putting it back on the table.
“I’m sorry, Rey.”
“I’m fine,” she assures me with a smile before looking at Colt. “I dumped him. I guess I just wasn’t into him anymore.”
As Renee looks back at me, her hand travels further up my leg until she brushes against my cock. An involuntary yelp gets caught in my throat, but I play it off as I cough. Taking a sip of water, I rub my throat dramatically. Renee cups my balls, almost making me choke on my water for real this time.
“Are you okay, man?” Colt asks.
“I’m fine,” I say, regaining my composure. “Something went down the wrong pipe.”
A small smile plays on Renee’s lips as she removes her hand completely before going back to eating her dinner. Fuck, I’m in deep shit. I need to put a stop to this immediately.
As dinner winds down, with no other inappropriate dick grabs, I help clear the table with Colt and Renee.
“Leave the dishes,” Colt says once everything is in the kitchen. “We have to start this movie soon or else I won’t make it,” he yawns.
“I’m going to put away the food at least,” Renee announces. “Get the movie ready, and I’ll be right in.”
Colt and I head into the theater room, which is my favorite room in their house because it is actually set up like a movie theater. There are two sets of love seats that resemble luxury theater seating with reclining capability and cup holders, but they’re even more comfortable than the ones at the cinema.
The mounted television screen almost takes up the entire wall, and the blackout curtains block out any glare from outside. The lights are on a dimmer, and Colt turns the switch down almost all the way, leaving just enough light for him to make out the buttons on the remote control. I sit down on one of the loveseats and recline it.
“I’m going to grab another glass of wine. You want one?”
“I’m good, thanks.”
Colt walks out, and a few moments later, Renee steps into the room. She is still wearing her crop top and mini skirt, but something is different. Her full breasts sway as she walks over to me, and it’s clear that she isn’t wearing a bra.
Even in the dim lighting, I can see Renee’s hard nipples pressing against the thin material of her shirt. All she has to do is raise her arms, and I’ll catch a glimpse of her bare tit flesh. The thought excites me and infuriates me to no end.
Part of me wants to scold her and tell her that her behavior is unacceptable, while the other, more dominant part of me wonders just how far Renee will take her teasing.
She sits down next to me and crosses one leg under the other, causing her skirt to creep up her thighs. I raise my eyebrows at her.
“What?”
“You know what.” I shake my head at her.
“Are you mad at me?” she asks, leaning into me.