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)
It’s a crazy idea, and one that I shouldn’t even entertain, considering that Kane and I can’t do anything about it even if the feeling is mutual. My father would have a heart attack!
“Last I checked, eighteen isn’t the legal age to drink,” Daddy argues.
I pout at my father, and he caves in easily.
“Fine, one beer.” He holds up a finger to emphasize his point.
Kane laughs and pats my father on the back.
“She’s got you wrapped around her finger, Colt,” he says while disappearing into the house.
Smiling to myself, I tie my curly brown hair into a messy bun and use the steps of the pool to slowly wade into the heated water. I sink down into the water so that just my shoulders are sticking out.
As I swim a few laps back and forth, I do my best to keep my hair dry, knowing how crazy my curls can get from pool water. I stop swimming when Kane comes over to the pool with two beers in his hands. Standing up in the shallow end, I reach out to him. Kane’s eyes immediately move to my tits, and I self-consciously adjust my top.
“Something wrong?”
Kane flashes a sideways smirk at me and shakes his head.
“How’d you grow up so fast?”
He hands me the beer and sits down on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. I glance at his crotch for a second as I move in between his legs to clank my beer bottle with his.
“Are you being a creepy godfather?” I smirk at him as I tickle one of his feet under the water.
Kane’s leg twitches, and I laugh, taking a sip of my beer while keeping my eyes on him.
“I’m not trying to be creepy. I’m just commenting on the fact that the little girl with pigtails is gone.”
“I can put my hair in pigtails if you miss them,” I bite my bottom lip.
Kane laughs my comment off, looking away for a moment before staring back down at me. Smiling at each other, we both take a sip of our beers.
“Renee, how’s Chastity?” Daddy calls out, walking onto the patio with a glass of wine in his hand.
As Daddy makes his way over to the pool, I back away from Kane a little.
“You know Chastity; she’s worried about her future instead of about being a teenager,” I chuckle.
“She’s a good girl. I wish you’d let her be a good influence on you,” Dad teases me before diving into the pool.
“Are you still going out with that punk your father hates?” Kane asks while Daddy is still under the water.
Rolling my eyes, I shrug my shoulders.
“Yes.”
“First love?” Kane wonders.
I snort and shake my head.
“Not even close.”
“Oh, so you’re just using this kid until someone better comes along? I get it,” Kane smirks, leaning back on his arms.
My eyes dance over his six-pack before meeting his sexy blue eyes.
“Something like that.”
“Bad girl.”
His voice is almost purring, and my skin goose pimples at the sound of it.
My lips curl into a smile before I take another chug of my beer. Daddy breaks through the surface right next to me, causing me to jump and splash cold beer across my chest. Kane and my father have a hearty chuckle at my expense.
The three of us swim around and make small talk for a little while before Kane dries off to fire up the grill for dinner. A few moments later, Daddy and I also get out of the pool. As I’m drying my body off with the towel Kane had provided, I feel someone watching me.
I look over toward the grill just as Kane casually turns away from me. A smile and a blush spread across my face at the thought of Kane watching me towel off.
Lately, I’ve gotten bolder in my flirtations with Kane, and it always feels like he’s flirting back, but maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part. Either way, I can’t seem to stop myself. I love watching the look on Kane’s face when I say something I shouldn’t or I slip in an innuendo of some sort.
Just talking to him that way, innocently flirting with him, makes me feel sexy. Okay, so maybe my flirting isn’t so innocent. I’m not hurting anyone, though, except maybe myself since it just makes me want Kane even more.
After wrapping the towel around my waist, I walk over to the grill and link my hands around Kane’s bicep while resting my head on his back like I always did as a kid.
“What can I help with?”
“Can you set the table and make sure your dad doesn’t chop a finger off slicing up those vegetables?” Kane teases.
I laugh and release his arm.
“I’m on it.”
One 4th of July when I was about thirteen, Kane came to our house for a big party, and my father sliced open his finger pretty badly while chopping food. I had freaked out, and Kane had been the one to calm me down in the emergency room while Daddy got twenty stitches.