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)
Daddy found a great deal for him on an amazing house, and I know he’s thankful to have his best friend living so close. Having Kane living in the area, though, has only made my crush on him so much worse. I used to only see him a handful of times a year. Now, I see him a couple of times a month!
I’m not complaining, by any means, but it isn’t easy to pretend I’m not gawking at him, especially when I’ve seen him half-naked this entire summer!
Daddy pulls into the driveway behind Kane’s red Mustang convertible. A pick-up truck also sits in the stone-paved driveway with the name of Kane’s construction company lettered on the side of it – Raising Kane Construction.
I put my beach bag on my shoulder and adjust my cover-up to conceal the tops of my thighs as we make our way to the door. I ring the doorbell since Daddy is carrying both the wine and the cherry pie I picked out. After about thirty seconds, I ring the bell again.
“He’s probably in the backyard already,” Daddy concludes, nodding toward the gate to the yard.
We make our way around back and unlatch the gate before heading down the winding walkway surrounded by lush flowers and plants. Aerosmith is playing as we head further into the yard. I hop down the three steps leading to the patio and the breathtaking pool, which is complete with a waterfall and a Jacuzzi next to it.
Daddy sets down the things in his hand as I spot Kane in the pool. His defined muscles are visible under the crystal blue water as he swims the length of the pool with speed and grace.
He raises himself up once he reaches the wall of the pool’s shallow end.
“Renee,” he says, startled to see me standing close by. “You’re early.”
He doesn’t sound upset, though. A sexy smile plays on his lips as he glances up the length of my body.
“Sorry, Kane. I texted you to let you know we were on the way,” Dad calls out from behind me.
Kane looks away from me and pulls himself out of the pool, making my breath catch in my throat. Kane’s tattooed biceps flex as he uses them to lift his body out of the water. His board shorts hang low on his hips, revealing the incredibly sexy “V” that leads to his hidden dick. I’m pretty sure he catches me staring, since he quickly picks his shorts up so that they rest higher on his waist.
“It’s no problem,” Kane tells Daddy. “The more time I get to spend with my buddy and my beautiful goddaughter, the better.”
He winks at me before draping his arm across my shoulders and pulling me into a sloppy, wet hug. Squealing, I shove him away half-heartedly as his skin dampens my cover-up.
“Kane!” I yell while his arms tighten around me, pressing me against his body.
His fingers are locked around my back, keeping my hips pressed against his as I arch my upper body away from him. God, his arms feel fantastic wrapped around my body.
Kane’s naughty eyes gleam, and he laughs while I squirm against him, trying to pretend I’m not loving him pressed against me. I swear I can feel his penis against my thigh, and if my father wasn’t obliviously unloading the alcohol and dessert nearby, I don’t know if I could have controlled myself from touching it.
Kane lets go of me as Daddy calls out to him. I shove Kane’s arm playfully and shiver from the combination of the absence of his body against me and the dampness of my clothes from his soaking wet chest and arms.
I try to regain my composure as Daddy and Kane talk. Eyeing the pool, I decide I might as well jump in now that I’m already half-wet. Removing my cover-up, I drape it across a lounge chair and quickly adjust my bikini top since one of my breasts has practically fallen out due to my struggling against Kane.
I glance over at Daddy and Kane, who are walking toward the sliding doors of the house. Kane glances back at me as he towels off his hot body.
“You want a beer, Renee?” he asks.
“Kane, please stop giving my kid alcohol,” Daddy laughs.
“She’s hardly a kid.” Kane motions to me with his hand. “She’s eighteen.”
I smile at him and place a hand on my hip.
“Yeah, Dad. Lighten up,” I tease my father as Kane winks at me.
God, I love it when he does that! That wink makes me tingle all over every single time. It’s almost like Kane and I share some sort of secret, like he knows how much I want him. And sometimes when he winks or smiles at me, or when I catch him staring at me, I wonder if he secretly wants me too.