Kayla

The last person I ever expected to see at this event was Cayson. I have pretty much written off ever seeing him again in my book. To say I am surprised is an understatement. Excited and wet would be more accurate. My body betrays me and my heart. I stand there looking at him, drinking in his deep blue eyes, the color of sapphires. His wavy brown hair rests on his shoulders. Those shoulders are the ones I clawed my fingernails into the day he had me shaking and screaming out his name. My thighs press together to quell the excitement that is building between them. Taking a deep breath and letting it go, I speak.

“Wow, what a surprise, Cayson. I never thought I’d see you here. How are you doing?”

Without hesitation, Cayson strides over to me. The book he’s holding, my book, falls from his hand and lands on the floor. As I look down at it, his hands clasp my face, raising it until our eyes meet and his mouth presses to mine. His lips are soft and tender the way I remember them. A moan quietly leaks from my mouth as my lips part, giving him the access he wants. His tongue darts between my lips, finding my tongue and twirling around. Our kiss becomes desperate and claiming, speaking volumes without saying words. When Cayson breaks it and steps back, I just stand there, lost in the moment and craving more.

I watch him slowly crouch down before me, picking up the book he dropped. A smile spreads across his lips as his left hand rises to my face, his thumb stroking across my cheek. “I’ve missed you, Kayla. I’ve dreamt about kissing you again since that day you left.” His lips softly cover mine again for a brief moment before he pulls back again, yet I just stand there like a statue looking into those sexy-as-fuck eyes of his.

I thought I was over the emotional baggage I’ve been dragging around with me for months now, but apparently, I was wrong. My eyes become moist, tears pooling and then slowly leaking from the corner and rolling down my face. I still can’t move. I just stand there looking at Cayson, in shock that he’s here before me, and remembering the feel of his lips on mine once again.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as his thumbs brush away my tears and his lips place tiny kisses on my forehead first, then down my nose, and finally settling on my mouth. Again, the kiss is gentle and tender before he pulls away.

“I’ve missed you, Kayla, more than you know. I read your book, and I didn’t like how it ended,” he says.

“Of course you didn’t like it. You told me how you felt about my books when we first met.” Anger overtakes the lust I was feeling. I may have lost my sanity for a brief moment, but that won’t happen again. “Like I asked before, Cayson, why are you here? Don’t you have someplace you’d rather be? Like maybe balls deep in some bimbo.”

Shit, I know the minute I let the words fall from my lips that I just gave away my cards. I see the look in Cayson’s eyes the minute he realizes I’m jealous and nursing a broken heart. I’m an amateur when it comes to hiding matters of the heart, and I just proved it to him.

“I had to see you, Kayla. I know you don’t believe me, but I’ve missed you, and I didn’t mean I didn’t like your book; I meant I didn't like the ending.”

“You mean you missed my pussy, Cayson? Because the last time I saw you, you couldn’t get your clothes on fast enough to get away from me.” My voice cracks as I say the words. My hands tremble as I try to stand my ground and act as if he has no effect on me whatsoever.

“No, Kayla, you’ve got that all wrong. I wasn’t running away. I was trying to protect you from anyone knowing what we had been doing. I wasn’t trying to get away from you. If I had my way, I would have never left, but I saw the look in your eyes when you heard everyone return. You were embarrassed and scared. I wanted to protect you from the ribbing the guys would have given you when they saw you. Never once did the thought of not seeing you again cross my mind until I returned after the show to find you gone.”

“Come on, Cayson, you expect me to believe that, honestly? I haven’t heard from you since that day. I’m finding it hard to believe that someone who wanted to be around me hasn’t tried to reach out and talk to me once.”

“You’re wrong, Kayla, and I’m going to show you just—” Before he can finish what he is saying, a deep booming voice calls out my name, and in walks Randy along with Rusty and Kathy. Randy looks at me and Cayson as he walks toward us before bending down and kissing my cheek once he is by my side.

I pull back slightly. “Hey, Randy, what brings you and Rusty by? I know why Kathy is here.”

Randy looks a little put off by my comment when he speaks. “We were just dropping Kathy off, and besides, since when is it a crime to want to stop and see my girl?”

I cringe when Randy calls me his girl, but I recover quickly and introduce everyone. “Cayson, I want you to meet my friend Randy, his friend Rusty, my best friend’s brother, and Kathy, my best friend. Everyone, this is Cayson Razor.”

“Holy Shit!” Randy says, pulling away from me and extending his hand toward Cayson. “Nice to meet you. I didn’t know you and Kayla were friends.”

Cayson looks anything but pleased, but he graciously accepts Randy’s hand and shakes it, telling him it is nice to meet him as well. Kathy looks at both men and me, assessing the situation. “So, are you here to have Kayla autograph a book for you?” Kathy asks Cayson. When Cayson looks down at his hand and sees he is in fact still holding a book, he pushes it forward toward me. The whole situation is awkward and uncomfortable, so I take the book, walk over to the table, and reach for a pen, scribbling inside.

I hand the book back to Cayson and then turn to my friends. “You guys ready?” Everyone answers in harmony. “Sure.” Turning to Cayson, I give him a huge hug. “Thank you for stopping by to see me. It was good to see you again.” Then I turn and leave. Leaving my heart once more ripped from my chest and with Cayson Razor.

As I climb into Randy’s car, my phone vibrates in my purse. Once I’m seated in the back, I pull it from my purse and see his text.

ROCK GOD: This isn’t the end, Kayla, I need to see you again. I’m coming for you.