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the space between | k.b.

▪︎ summary: a house party changes to a party at pool house down the street; Kane Brown & Restless Road provide music; Caroline & Kane get into a game of pool then things get spicy towards the end.

▪︎ relationship: KB & Caroline Thomas

▪︎ words: 2,057

▪︎ rating: pg 13

▪︎ author's note: this is part 1 of two; Kane isn't married & doesn't know Katelyn yet in this / before Kane & Kate met.

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the invitation was sent a week ago; some receiving them by the 4th day, others already having it. Another house party. The theme? All black. "Music will be provided my Kane Brown and Restless Road. Location has been changed to the pool hall down the road from the previous location. Please dress accordingly," I sigh, "well, could be worse." "Party will start at 7p and run until 2a. Please do not drive. As a safety precaution, you will have a driver come pick you up as a dd. Be ready when they arrive. Attached below is a picture of the car and license plate number that is picking you up. DO NOT GET IN A STRANGERS CAR. If you are not dressed in accordance to theme, you will be escorted out and driven back home." "Well damn. I guess I need to get ready then."

I get a shower and wash everything from my head to my toes. I then get out and dry off, looking for something black and sexy, going trough my closet until I find my 'seriously sexy' tight black faux leather pants, putting it on over my black lace panties. I then remember I have a spaghetti strap black lack crop-top so I put that on over my nipple covers. Knowing it was cool outside, I grab my black leather jacket and put it on.

Next was jewelry; I grabbed my gold chain necklace with a heart on it and put it on. For the final look, I grab my favorite smelling perfume and spray it all on me. I make sure I have everything before heading downstairs to wait for the driver.

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The driver came and picked me up and drove about 20 minutes until we pulled up and I got out. We were each given a number to hold onto, to know what car to get into.

By the time I went to the door and my outfit was approved, the music started, hearing everything from the bass to the drums, filling everyones ears with pure enjoyment. I open the second set of double-doors and walk in, my eyes scanning the entire room until they land on the band playing in the far left corner. I recognize the song as 'What Ifs' by KB & LA. I grab a quick drink from the bartender then make my way to the dance floor. I sway my hips back and forth to the beat as I casually sip on my drink, enjoying the song. They finish that one and play another one that I'm unfamiliar with, but I enjoy enjoy listening to. Kane's sitting on a stool with a mic stand in front of him.

They finish the song and say their taking a short 10 minute break. I walk by the stairs as i head to the bartender, and see a sign hanging in front saying 'upstairs off limits for party guests. will only be used by band and employees.' "Damn," I thought to myself as I grab another drink and head to an empty pool table and start playing by myself. I rack the balls then grab the cue and position it in front of the others.

I find a good pool-stick and take my first shot. It hits and balls fly everywhere on the table, as two solid balls pocket themselves—#3 & #7—on different sides of the table. As i line up my next shot, I hear a voice behind me say "nice shot, but be a little more heavy handed next time." I turn around and see Kane standing a few inches away, sipping on a beer. He wearing his infamous black jeans with a few holes, along with a green plaid shirt, a watch and his 'miracle' hat. His sleeves are rolled up just under his elbow, showing off all his tattoos. "Oh yeah? Then why don't you come over here and show me how to do it?" He sets his beer down and grabs the poolstick from my hand and lines up a shot, hitting it with a little force and the yellow #1 pockets in the side.

"Give me back my pool stick." I go to grab it, but he yanks it back, earning him a groan from me. "After I finishing playing my set, we're playing a few games to see who's better. Deal?" I roll my eyes, "and what does the winner get?" "The winner makes the loser follow them around and do whatever they tell them to." Kane sticks his hand out and I shake it a few seconds later. He goes to set up for the rest of the songs, and I play until all balls have been pocketed, and walk over to wait for the band to continue.

As they start up the next song, I down the rest of my drink and set it to the side. They play a sad song, then play a song I instantly recognize as 'like a rodeo'. This is the first time I'm hearing the acoustic version. It gets me in the mood to sway my hips to the beat and flip my hair back and forth. I close my eyes as I let myself feel the bass in my veins and dance to lyrics.

I've drunk two & ½ beers during their set and he says their playing the last song for the night, but a dj will be taking over until 2a. The song? Lose it. Love it.

The way he's singing and showing off his tattoos got my heart fluttering so bad. The violin guy knows what he's doing. So effortless but yet so smooth. The song comes to a close and he sings the final lyrics, "girl I lose it, yeah I lose it" and everyone erupts into applause and hollers. I see he look my way and moves his eyes to the pool tables, then walks off stage. I take my time following him until he stops in front of the 'no party guests' sign then sighs, "fuck. I forgot about that. Hang on a sec." I nod my head and step to the side while I wait for him to return.

He walks to the party-thrower owner and talks to him about letting me go up with him, and eventually nodding his head. Kane walks back over to me with the biggest shit-eatting grin I've seen since arriving a few hour beforehand. "Let me guess, you had to say you wanted to invite me upstairs with you to play pool just for me to be able to go past the sign?" "Yeah, but after we play a few games, you have to come back down here. We do have a time limit of an hour, though." I smile and finish my drink then say, "that's plenty of time for me to whoop your ass in pool." "I guess we'll see. Come on." He moves the sign to side then puts it back after we walk up.

He says he has a special table he likes to play on. We walk farther and I see an all-decked-out, totally customized red and black pool table. I whistle in appreciation of the color and look over at Kane, who is already grabbing his also customized pool stick, ready for anything. "Okay, Kane. I see you. But you gon' be in trouble once i'm done with you." I put my stuff to the side and grab a purple & black stick and get it ready. We do rock, paper & scissors to see who goes first and just out of luck, Kane wins. "Hell yeah!" He lines up his shot, pulls the stick back and lets go as the cue ball hits the others and they scatter across the table, but sadly none pocket.

I smile and look at the table then ask Kane, "do you have a preference on solids or stripes?" "Well, I normally go for stripes but," "okay!" I find the 9ball and hit it straight in. "You really had to do that?" I nod my head, "oh yeah. Anything to win. Step back," I see the striped 11 directly in front of him, so I set it up, pushing my ass back as far as I can without him noticing—knowing he's getting an eye full right now—as I pull back the cue stick, and let it hit, watching the ball go directly in the corner pocket.

I stand up and turn to Kane saying with a smirk, "I guess you won't get to play. Thats too bad," I turn back around and find another ball, pot that one and one more, before I miss the next one. I guess Kane does get to play. Damn.

He sets his sights on the two solid balls by the corner—#1 & #4—eventually deciding on #4 and pockets it in the corner, then pocketing the #1 on the other side. While he sets up another ball, he starts making small talk, bringing up conversation about my outfit.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what made you decide to wear that spaghetti strap shirt?" "I don't know, I bought it a year ago and only wore it twice, so I guess I wanted to just, let it out again. It's really comfortable, and along with these faux leather pants, it just goes so well together. I added the jacket just in case it gets cold." He pockets his third ball, but misses the fourth ball. I pocket my fifth & sixth ball, but miss the seventh.

"You know, that plaid shirt looks good with you black undershirt & ripped pant. And especially good with all those tattoos your showing off." The second I say that second sentence, he misses and I see him squeeze his eyes, but smile. "You just said that so I'd miss, didn't you?" "Maybe, maybe not. You'll never know."

I stand in front of the #15 ball and as I hit it, Kane decides to cough, making the ball hit the side. I stand up and turn to him, getting right up in his face saying, "you did that in revenge, didn't you?" He shrugs his shoulder, "maybe, maybe not. You'll never know. Now if you'll excuse me, it's my turn." I close my eyes and step to the side as he steps up the the table and in turn, pockets all his balls in except for the #7. "My turn." I make sure my ass is on full display as I pocket the #15 and go to set up the #8, but miss by ½ an inch. "Damn it." I hear him laugh from behind me and stands on the other side of the table, facing me then says, "don't worry, I won't hurt you too bad."

He hits his seventh and as he goes to set up the eight ball, I slowly walk to around the table, stopping beside him, feeling up his tattoos, walking behind him and stopping on the other side, as I sit on pool table, making sure he's looking in my eyes then whisper "you miss this, and you won't ever see me again, get to touch me or even kiss me, ever," in his ear and step back, never loosing eye contact. He takes his shot, and watches as the eight ball rolls and perfectly pockets in the middle.

Knowing that we've been up here for well over an hour, he grabs my hand and pulls me downstairs with him, talking the the band about spending some personal quality time by himself and with me, and eventually getting the keys to their hotel room.

I smile as we get in his dd's car and he takes us the the hotel. During the drive, he starts kissing every inch of me from collarbone, my neck and my jaw, up to my lips, making out until we reach our destination. We thank him and went inside to the elevator and continued our kissing until the elevator stops on level 8, both of us stepping out and walking down the hall until we stop at the door.

Kane looks me in my eyes and asks me a question, "are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to but it's up to you..." I look at him, and bite my lip, "i....,"

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