by S. E. Law
“Well… I don’t think it’s ever going to come to that. I’m pretty sure Kane is just sleeping with me because I’m blackmailing him.”
“You’re what?!” Chastity flips out.
“Shit, I just got you to calm down,” I groan.
“I’m sorry,” she laughs. “This is a lot to take in. You’re blackmailing Kane? To have sex with you?”
“I told Kane I’d tell my father about his journal entries about me if he didn’t give in to me,” I say, not so proud of myself all of a sudden. “Oh God, I’m pathetic!”
I press my head down onto the counter, realizing how horrible it all sounds when I say it out loud.
“You’re not pathetic, Rey. You’re just really good at getting your way,” Chastity snickers.
I look up at her and groan.
“I love Kane, Chas. I love him so much it hurts. When I’m with him, he makes me feel incredible—like I’m smart and sexy and like he really cares about me.”
“Of course Kane cares about you. He’s your godfather,” she looks at me confused.
“I don’t mean like that. I mean… What if he doesn’t even really want to have sex with me? What if it was better left as a fantasy for him? Maybe the only reason he’s doing it is because I’m blackmailing him.”
I look at Chastity with a pouty face, but I can tell this problem is over her head.
“I don’t know, Renee. All I know is, someone’s going to get hurt in this situation. Whether it be you or Kane or your dad if he finds out.”
I nod, knowing Chastity is right and that I probably should end whatever is going on between Kane and me before that happens. Just then, the front door opens, and my father comes into the kitchen a moment later.
“Hey, girls,” he says, giving Chastity’s back a light rub before walking toward the refrigerator.
Chastity immediately straightens her posture and plays with her hair as her face reddens. I have to look away from her so that she doesn’t see my knowing smirk. I’ve never let on that I know she has a crush on my father because I know she’d be embarrassed and would worry I’d tell him, and that would make things more awkward for her.
I wonder if my experience with Kane has put ideas in her head, though. The idea of Chastity as my stepmother is totally weird, but if Dad liked her in return, I would be happy for them. He needs someone who will be good to him.
“I think I’m going to order pizza tonight. Do you want to stay for dinner, Chastity?” Dad turns around and asks.
“Sure, if it’s not too much trouble,” Chastity smiles.
“You’re always welcome here,” Dad tells her.
As Chastity and Dad talk, I zone out and look at my phone. Kane and I never text or talk on the phone anymore. Before this whole thing started, we used to text occasionally. He would check in with me and see how I was, but now, that’s all stopped. Maybe I’m pushing away what we used to have by blackmailing him for sex. Maybe we should stop.
Shit, I don’t think I can stop. The thought of never being with Kane again makes my entire body ache.
15
Kane
When Colt asked if I could take Renee to see a college in Philadelphia, I couldn’t help but be happy at the idea of another weekend alone with her. Part of me feels like I’m betraying Colt’s trust by sleeping with Renee, but the other part of me wants her too damn much.
If I’m completely honest with myself, it’s not just the sex that I’m looking forward to this weekend. Waking up to a woman is something I haven’t experienced in a long time, and seeing Renee lying next to me last weekend was perfection. Talking with her and laughing together… it was all special because she’s not just some random girl I’ve picked up.
It’s Renee Linwood… someone I’ve always cared deeply for and someone I will always care for in the future, no matter what happens.
When Monday rolled around after last weekend, I had to go back to my real life. The life where I’m a middle-aged man who runs my own business and never makes time for romance… to the life where I would never deflower my best friend’s little girl. But I can’t possibly regret that, not when it seems Renee wanted it as badly as I did.
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.
Renee blushes before walking over to me as I sit up on her bed. She slides onto my lap with her knees pressing against the bed and her thighs squeezing against my torso. We kiss as my hands run under her dress.
“We have to go,” she says in between kisses on my neck.
“Stop distracting me then,” I hiss, grabbing her ass in both hands and lifting her off of me.
She squeals in surprise as I easily lift her and set her down. A few minutes later, we’re on our way to Bernard College in Philadelphia.
“How’s Chastity doing?” I ask.
“Good. I think she needs to chill out a little, though. She’s so high-strung sometimes. Have any hot friends I can set her up with?”
I shoot a glare at Renee.
“I’m kidding!” she laughs.
I shake my head and flip on the radio. The funny thing is I remember Colt mentioning on more than one occasion how beautiful Chastity is. Not to mention all of the times he has gone on about how much of a good influence she is on Renee.
I doubt Colt will ever make a move on Chastity, though. He would never cross that line, and neither would Chastity.
“Open Arms” happens to come on the radio, and I take Renee’s hand in mine.
“It’s our song,” I wink.
She smiles at me and puts her head on my shoulder as we listen to the words in silence.
It’s moments like these that I wish we could have a real relationship. As much as I’d fantasized about doing things with Renee, I have never entertained the idea of a relationship with her, not even in my journal. I figured the age difference would be too much for us.
She’s a kid, and I’m a grown man… but it’s not like that. I value our conversations, and sometimes I forget she’s only eighteen. Sometimes I forget she’s Colt’s daughter, too.
When we arrive in Philly, Renee looks out of the window excitedly.
“So much livelier than Tarrytown,” she says. “Sometimes I wish we lived in New York City or in another big city.”
“Yeah, small town living has been an adjustment for me. My neighbors are constantly in my face, wanting to set me up with their sisters or their friends,” I laugh as I turn into the campus entrance.
“Why don’t you want to date?” Renee asks.
I don’t know why she keeps asking questions about my dating life. I would think that would be the last thing she’d want to talk about.
“Between work and you blackmailing me the past few weekends, when do I have time to date?” I joke.
“Oh, so it’s my fault you’re single?” she asks as I pull into a parking spot.
“I’m teasing, Rey,” I say, turning the car off and unbuckling my seatbelt.
“Why can’t you ever answer me seriously?”
“About what?” I wonder.
“Dating.”
I groan, “I’m bu—”
“Busy, I know,” she cuts me off. “But there has to be more to it, Kane. Talk to me,” she says, grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together.
“Later. You have an appointment to make, remember?”
Renee rolls her eyes and unbuckles her seatbelt.
“Way to change the subject.”
She gets out of the car and slams the door shut. I get out and catch up to her, grabbing her arm.
“I promise, we’ll talk about it later,” I stare into her intense liquid brown eyes, and her face softens.
Following the signs to the admissions office, we walk inside and meet with a guidance counselor. After trying to sell the school to Renee by mentioning all of the art clubs available, we take a tour of the campus.
Once the counselor leaves, Renee and I grab lunch in the campus center. It feels weird for me to be in a college dining hall after all of these years.
“So, what do you think?” I ask, sitting down with my food tray.
Renee carefully swings her legs over the bench, not wanting to reveal anything in her mini-dress.
“It’s nice,” she shrugs.
“But?”
“But it’s still a college,” she laughs. “Just because it has art clubs doesn’t mean anything. They don’t offer an art major, and the basic credit requirements I have to take before I can even choose a major are ridiculous.”
“I know it’s not what you’re hoping for, but as much as you think you’ll hate college, it may surprise you.”
“Oh great. You’ve prepared a speech,” she smirks at me.
“You’re so stubborn. All I’m saying is, if you stop being against everything… maybe you’ll actually find yourself liking something.”
“I’m not against everything,” she scowls.
“Oh no?” I laugh heartily at that. “You hate your school. You hate all of the kids that go to your school. You hate Tarrytown. You hate every reality show, including Survivor.”
Renee narrows her eyes at me. “Are you still hoping to audition for that show?”
“No,” I squint. “I just think I’d be great on it.”
She laughs and shakes her head at me.
“I don’t hate everyone at my school… I love Chastity,” Renee points out.
“Oh, excuse me… you like one person.”
“You’d hate them all too,” she says, laying one arm on top of the other and leaning forward. “They’re all immature, phony assholes. The girls all hate me because I have boobs and an ass.”
“They’re jealous,” I explain. “I doubt they hate you.”
“They do,” she nods positively. “They call me fat and spread rumors that I’m easy.”
I had no idea she was being bullied, and sudden rage overcomes me.
“Fucking bitches,” I mutter. “Rey, do you know how beautiful you are?”
She laughs as a few tears fall down her face. I wipe away her tears with my fingers and cup her face in my hand. She leans into my touch.
“Don’t, Kane. You don’t have to make me feel better.”
“I want to make you feel better,” I explain. “When you’re sad, it tears me up inside. I need you to know how gorgeous you are… maybe those bitches don’t see it, and maybe the boys just see tits and ass, but I see you, Renee. All of you, and you’re absolutely breathtaking.”
She reaches up and caresses my hand before kissing it.
“I’m blackmailing you to have sex with me,” she whispers. “How awful is that?”
I lean closer to her so that there are only a couple of inches between our faces.
“I’m glad you had the balls to do it because mine would have been blue every time I was around you for the rest of my life if you hadn’t,” I smirk.
She laughs at that before nodding toward the door.
“Can we get out of here?”
We toss our lunch trays and head back to the car, hand in hand. I park in a garage near our hotel, and we walk over with our bags to check-in. After we get our room key, we get in the elevator and move to the back as a ton of people cram on. They’re all wearing Bernard College sweatshirts and are speaking a mile a minute about attending the school next year.
I squish into the corner of the elevator as Renee stands in front o
f me with her ass pressing right into my crotch. I look down between us as I move my hips forward and my cock hardens against her. I know she feels me because she looks over her shoulder and bites her bottom lip as she rolls her hips in a circular motion. Her ass looks amazing in this damn dress that keeps creeping up her thighs.
We have a long way up to our floor, but I keep an eye on the numbers as the overstuffed elevator climbs its way up. Reaching under Renee’s dress, I run my fingers along her damp panties. I want to fuck her in the middle of the crowd of soon-to-be college kids as she re-positions her ass so that my bulge slides between her cheeks.
Suddenly, the elevator doors open, and all of the kids start rushing off. I quickly remove my fingers from Renee as she pulls her dress down. I keep a grip on her hips.
“Don’t walk away,” I say, using her to hide my erection.
She giggles and presses her body against me once more as the doors close.
“Not helping,” I chuckle, running my hands up her sides to cup her breasts.
The elevator doors open again, this time at our floor. Renee takes my hand and pulls me along quickly. She looks back at my erection and laughs as I place my bag in front of it.
We get to our room, and as soon as we’re inside, we’re all over each other. I rid Renee of her dress immediately.
“Leave the boots on,” I demand as I take off my shirt.
She laughs as she unclasps her bra and her beautiful breasts are in full view. I finish undressing before she grabs my erection and kisses me, now wearing only her panties and boots.
My hands slide down to her ass, and I squeeze it.
“Can we try something else from your journal?” she asks, stroking me as I kiss the tops of her breasts.
“Mm-hmm,” I say, muffled by her flesh.
Renee pulls away from me and walks over to the bed. Bending at the knees, she pulls her panties down to her ankles. She struggles to get them off over her boots before spreading her legs apart and bending at the hips. Now that she’s on all fours, she looks over her shoulder at me and says four words I have never expected to hear come from Renee.
