Kane looked away and rubbed his jaw. “All right man. Just don’t go killing anyone.” He attempted to joke, but he was feeling anything but humorous. It wasn’t like he was doing anything different. He had been watching her, hard and long to be honest, but this somehow seemed wrong, as strange as that actually was.
“Thanks, Kane. I know I can always count on you.”
They sat for another hour shooting the shit before Andre headed out. Cayla had since gone inside, Kane was sure to Andre’s relief. If he could just think with his mind instead of his dick he’d be good to go, but that was easier said than done. Cayla Reinhart used to be this lanky little raven-haired girl with braces and glasses. Over the course of one summer she had completely done a one-eighty. He had always seen her as Andre’s little sister and nothing more, but it was as if this past summer had something inside of him snapping. He wanted her bad, but there was no way in hell he could ever have her.
For one thing, she was just too damn young. A ten year age gap didn’t seem like it would be that big of a deal, but when the other person had just turned eighteen, like a few fucking months ago, it was a pretty big deal to him. Despite feeling like the worst friend in the world for the totally inappropriate thoughts he had about Cayla, he still found himself watching her through the blinds, wanting her like he had never wanted another female before. He was pretty good at predicting outcomes, and he knew that he would most likely fuck-up where Cayla and Andre were concerned, and that would mean a whole lot of shit would go down.
Chapter Two
Cayla ran a fresh coat of gloss over her lips and watched Kane Montgomery take off his shirt and proceed to wipe the sweat off his face and chest. There was nothing better than looking at a man who didn’t realize what he did to women, and Kane was certainly one of those men. With his short dark hair and dark eyes, he looked like a fallen angel come to do some serious destruction on the female population.
“I don’t know how you live next door to that and still function,” Holly, her friend from school, said dreamily. The two of them had been watching Kane work on his Harley for the past hour, although she doubted he was even aware.
“Well, I’ve been trying to do everything in my power to get him to notice me, but I swear he has super powers. I mean, what man doesn’t at least come outside and pretend to be doing something when a half naked girl is lying just feet from him?”
Holly made a small grunting noise of acknowledgment, but otherwise kept her sights on Kane. Cayla couldn’t blame her though. He was gorgeous in every way, and the only guy she had loved since she even knew what in the hell that emotion was.
The problem: he was her brother’s best friend and ten years older than she was. Of course the latter was the least of her worries, but the whole Andre thing did put a crimp on her plans in seducing Kane.
“Why don’t you just walk over there?”
Cayla turned to Holly. “Are you insane? And say what?”
Holly shrugged. “I don’t know, but really who cares? You leave for college at the end of the summer. Even if he does turn you down, which I sincerely doubt he will, you won’t have to be mortified for that long. Besides, haven’t you been trying all summer to get with him? You can’t have no balls now that an actual opportunity presents itself.”
Cayla shook her head, even though Holly made a great point.
“I want him, like desperately, but the idea that it is just a one-night stand feels so dirty.”
Holly faced her and made sure Cayla’s full attention was on her.“Honey, that is exactly what you need. Who in the hell wouldn’t want to get dirty with that? Anyways, you said yourself you want to get rid of your V-Card before you hit college. What better way than to give it to the guy you’ve been lusting after for years?” Holly looked at Kane again and sighed. “I hate to break it to you, but if you want more from a man like Kane, you’ll most likely be disappointed. We both have heard the rumors of him and the women he sleeps with, like doing it with them only once and not looking back. You can’t act like he’d give you more.”
Holly was right even if Cayla wanted to picture Kane walking up to her and professing his undying love. She knew the truth, though. He wasn’t a one woman kind of man, and probably never would be. If she really wanted him, or at least a sampling, she would only have one night.
They both turned and looked at Kane again. His muscular chest flexed as he worked on his bike. The tattoos that covered his back were intricate and dark against his flesh. Cayla wanted to run her tongue along the swirling lines and memorize every hard inch of him.