Page 45 of Kisses Behind The Spotlight 2: Finale

“I had so much fun. I’m going to miss waking up to your pretty face every day,” my mom lamented, cupping my chin. Her bottom lip quivered, and she sucked it into her mouth.

“Come on, please don’t make me cry. I’m trying to stay strong; I don’t need Xain seeing me cry.”

“Girl, please, he’ll just kiss the tears away. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I sniffled, pulling my mom into another hug. We stayed that way for a few moments before her phone alarm went off.

“Have a safe flight and call me as soon as you get home,” I requested, letting go.

“I’ll call you once I get settled. It was so nice to meet you, Xain. Make sure you take care of my daughter. Not just physically either. Take care of her mentally and emotionally. Handle Khaleesi like the delicate flower she swears she isn’t.”

“I already know how she gets down, Ms. Carmen. I got her,” Xain promised.

“Alright. Let me get in here so I don’t miss my flight,” she panicked after silencing her alarm.

“That wouldn’t be the end of the world. More time with Noah and me.”

“How I ended up mothering Stanley’s other sons should be studied.” My mama rolled her eyes. “But I have to get back to my job, and my life in Georgia.”

My mom grabbed her suitcase and trekked through the doors. I hated to see her leave, but she refused to move back to Florida, and I refused to move to Georgia.

“I have to start going to see her more often,” I commented as Xain helped me into the truck. “I haven’t seen her since Quincy’s last game when we all went to watch him play.”

“We can start going up there to visit her whenever you can get away from work. That game was in September. That’s too damn long.”

“I know,” I sighed, falling into his grasp.

Xain helped me into his truck, and we went back to his house. We’d spent many nights at his house while my mom was in town because that was the only way we got time alone. He had a beautiful four-bedroom house. It was decorated real cute; I could tell he hired someone to do all of the decorating because I’d learned creating wasn’t his forte at all.

As soon as we got inside, Xain lit a blunt and went to my favorite place. His backyard. It was screened in so you didn’t have to worry about mosquitoes while soaking up the sun and getting fresh air. I plopped down on the curved outdoor sectional with my back against the armrest and my feet comfortably in Xain’s lap. He pulled both of our MacBooks out of his messenger bag and passed mine to me.

We quickly fell into a silent groove underneath the afternoon sun. I had a few details to finalize for the set design. Sitting and working in silence with Xain was beautiful. I looked over at his handsome face, my eyes tracing the various healing scars. When Xain put his blunt out, he used that hand to massage my feet.

After finalizing the details, I sent them to Q for design approval, and then to his manager for the budget. We needed to hire a pyrotechnician for the pyrotechnics I suggested. I was giddy when they both replied immediately to approve my ideas. The last thing I needed to do was secure the pyrotechnician ASAP. I’d secured a list of reputable options before I even suggested the changes. I didn’t want to waste time trying to sell an idea that I couldn’t pull together before rehearsals started.

90 percent of the dates were already sold out, and the tour didn’t start until early summer. Q wanted to make sure the tour was memorable, and people got their money’s worth. I was confident that we were doing that now. From the graphics to the outfits, set design, and pyrotechnics, they were the cherry on top. The tour was about to be epic!

“You want to know something?” I interrupted the birds chirping and our fingertips tapping the keyboards.

“What’s that?”

“Initially, I was nervous that we would be awkward as hell if we weren’t having sex. But we haven’t had a lot of that with Noah moving in and my mother being in town. I was nervous as fuck about that,” I confessed.

“That shows we can stand each other without sex being involved,” Xain commented, closing his laptop. “At the same time, we only have a few hours alone before we gotta meet Maurice and Noah at your spot. I can change that real quick.”

Xain pulled me into his lap, grabbing my MacBook so it didn’t hit the ground. I was out of the chair and in his arms within seconds.

“I was still sending emails, Xain,” I chuckled.

“Shit, sounded like you wanted some dick to me,” he flirted, carrying me up the stairs bridal style.

“Okay, dick now, then we can nap until it’s time to meet the boys at my place. Deal?”

“Bet,” Xain confirmed, taking the steps two at a time. I giggled the whole way and held onto his neck to make sure he didn’t drop me.

When we made it into the bedroom, Xain placed me onto the bed. I slid to the edge of the bed and pulled his dick out.

“You always want this dick as much as I want some of that good pussy, and you’re never afraid to show that,” he commented, pulling his shirt off.