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)
“Leave them,” Kane says. “I’ll run the dishwasher later.”
“Dinner was delicious. Thank you.”
I manage to make brief eye contact with Kane, and he winks.
“Anytime.”
Daddy’s back is turned, which gives me an opportunity to touch Kane without my father finding it odd. Flashing a smile at Kane, I stretch up on my tip-toes and give him a hug, catching him by surprise.
I lock my fingers behind his neck and look into his eyes.
“I hope we can get together more often now that your busy season at work is dying down.”
Biting my bottom lip, I sit back down on my heels with Kane’s arms still wrapped around my back. His large hands rest right above my ass. I silently dare him to grab it, but I know he won’t.
I fit perfectly in his arms, and I don’t want to let go as Kane and I stare into each other’s eyes. Something has changed now that I’ve read his journal. I know he feels the difference; I want him to feel it.
I want to give him permission to fulfill whatever fantasies he has about me. Oh God, this is surreal.
“Yeah, Kane. It’ll be nice to see you around more,” Daddy says.
Kane pulls out of the hug and runs a hand through his jet-black hair.
“Of course. You’re my two favorite people,” Kane says. “You’re family.”
I almost laugh, wondering if Kane fantasizes about other members of his “family” or just me. God, I hope it’s just me. With Kane’s trusty journal in my possession, I’ll find out all of his dirty little secrets. I can’t wait to get home and read every page.
4
Kane
A combination of relief and disappointment washes over me after Colt and Renee leave my house. I love spending time with my buddy and his little girl, but Renee isn’t so little anymore. She’s a full-blown woman with the curves to prove it! Fuck, when did she grow up? It all seemed to happen so quickly.
Renee is smoking hot, and I think she enjoys teasing me with her sexy body. I can’t stop looking at her huge tits and unbelievable ass.
I’d always found Renee’s crush on me to be cute, but that was when she was a little girl. Now that Renee’s eighteen, she’s more flirtatious, and God help me, so am I.
I can see it in her eyes… Renee wants to fuck me. I swear, I saw a darkened patch on the crotch of her bikini bottoms. Her pussy was wet for me, and she was blushing over it.
Fuck. If Renee was anyone else, I’d have her in my bed right now… but she’s Colt daughter. He and I go way back; we’ve been there for each other through just about everything.
Colt was there for me when both of my parents died, and I was there for him when Renee’s mother left him. Throughout the years, I took Renee off his hands for weekend sleepovers and any other time he needed a break or someone to watch her.
Renee didn’t need a babysitter anymore, but I had many fantasies where she had to spend the weekend with me like she did when she was little.
Fuck. There’s something seriously wrong with me. I’m Renee’s godfather, for Christ’s sake! Whether she has a crush on me or not, it wouldn’t be right. She’s too young, and she’s practically family to me. Besides, Colt would never forgive me if I fooled around with his only daughter. I need a shower to cool off and to get Renee out of my head.
Entering my master bathroom, I’m hit with the sweet scent of cherry and vanilla. Renee must have used the upstairs bathroom rather than the downstairs one out of respect for it just having been painted. I appreciate her thoughtfulness, but the idea of her in just her bikini in my master bathroom does nothing to make my erection go away.
I turn on the cold water in the shower and drop my shorts. My body is tense as I step into the shower, and the cold water hits me with a sting. I remain under the spray for a few minutes before washing the chlorine off of my body with soap.
After drying off, I head into my bedroom. My erection is still at attention. I need to release these erotic thoughts of Renee into my journal and rub one out if I’m ever going to sleep tonight.
I’m a total man’s man, so I’ve never told anyone I keep a journal. But I have kept one ever since I was a teenager; it had helped me sort through all of those raging hormones I’d had. My journal is the one place I can release all of the stress I have from running my own construction company, as well as the loneliness I sometimes feel.
I sometimes write about my own hopes for the future or how I miss having a family. Ever since my parents died, Colt and Renee have been the only two people who were constant in my life.