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)
Every day since our weekend away, all I can think about is calling Renee or texting her, but I didn’t do it. What if Colt checks her phone to make sure she’s not getting in any kind of trouble? I know I would probably spy on her if I were her father, especially while she was dating that Billy character. And I’m too paranoid to risk us getting caught. Both of us have a lot to lose if Colt finds out.
With Colt too busy with work to take Renee to these college tours, he makes it too easy for us, and I’m grateful for that, no matter the level of guilt that sits in my gut over it.
Waking up this morning, my body feels weightless as I get out of bed, knowing it’s Saturday and that I get to take Renee away from this small town again to a place where we can be alone together.
I arrive at Colt’s place just as he’s heading out the door.
“Hey, Kane,” he smiles. “Thanks again for stepping in for me, buddy.”
“Stop thanking me. You know I’d do anything for you and that girl,” I assure him.
Colt claps me on the back.
“What would I do without you?”
“I really don’t know,” I joke. “Hey, does this college have any art programs?”
“Uh, I doubt it. Renee can do that stuff as a hobby or as a side business. She needs a real degree, you know?” Colt says. “Listen, I have to go. My first house showing is in twenty minutes. Go ahead inside. Renee should be almost ready.”
Colt rushes off, and I sigh. Now I know why Renee feels like she can’t speak up about what she really wants to do. Heading into the house, I call out to Renee.
“Rey, I’m here!” I jog upstairs and knock softly on her door, which is partially open. “Rey?”
“Kane?” her voice calls out, sounding shaky.
Slight panic runs through me, thinking something is wrong.
“Where are you?”
“In the bathroom. I cut myself,” she yells.
I hurry to the bathroom and see Renee sitting on the toilet bowl in a tank top and underwear with a bleeding gash on her knee. Knowing how squeamish she is about blood, I rush inside.
“It’s okay. Just a cut,” I tell her as she looks away from the blood.
Her shaking hand is holding a Band-Aid. I grab a wad of toilet paper, put some hand soap on it, and run it under warm water for a second. Kneeling down in front of Renee, I apply pressure to her knee to stop the bleeding.
“Aw, sweetie,” I squeeze her hand, seeing her eyes jammed shut. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she says. “I caught my knee on the corner of my dresser. You know I’m such a wimp when it comes to blood.”
“I remember,” I chuckle, checking the wound to see if the blood has stopped.
I wipe away any excess blood; the cut looks clean. Taking the Band-Aid out of her hand, I open it.
“You can open your eyes now.”
I kiss her cut softly, looking up at her as I do before I place the Band-Aid on her knee. She smiles at me, and her body relaxes.
“Maybe you should go to school for nursing, and I’ll run your construction company,” she smirks.
I laugh. “What makes your father think you can overcome your fear of blood enough to ever become a nurse?”
“Wishful thinking, I guess.”
“I’ve missed that smile,” I say, kissing up her thighs before moving in and pecking her lips.
She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me into a deeper kiss. God, I love the way she kisses.
“I’ve missed all of you,” she says, pressing her forehead to mine.
“We should go, if we want to get to your meeting on time. Do you think you’ll be able to walk?” I tease.
Laughing, she stands up and walks past me. I follow behind her, admiring her panty-clad ass as she walks into her bedroom. I stretch across her bed, watching her get dressed and wishing I could undress her all over again.
I spot my journal sticking out from a bookshelf next to her bed, but I don’t mention it or try to take it. I want Renee to continue thinking she’s in control of the situation.
I don’t know how much longer we can keep doing this. She’ll be off to college next fall if Colt gets his way. College life will suck her in, no matter how much she resists, and she won’t need me to distract her anymore. Renee will have young jocks like that Chris douche from Fields University hitting on her.
“All ready,” she smiles at me, dressed in a short sweater dress and over-the-knee boots.
“What are you wearing?”
“You don’t like it?” she asks, turning to check out her ass in the mirror.
“Oh, I love it…” I say, staring at her thick thighs.