by Erin Osborne
Knight follows me into wardrobe and I take a deep breath as I finally gather my bearings. Looking at the man who’s been by my side since I met him, I take in his clothes. He’s got a ripped pair of jeans on with a tee-shirt of the band’s. There’s a black leather cuff on one of his wrists while the rings he usually wears on stage adorn his fingers. His beard has been trimmed and his hair is almost non-existent.
A woman rushes toward me and pulls me into a small room off to the side. Hanging up inside is an outfit of jeans, an off-the-shoulder shirt, a large black belt, and a pair of black heels. I quickly change into the outfit and make my way out of the room to find Knight still waiting for me.
“They’re going to do your make-up and hair at the same time to try to save time,” Knight lets me know as Isabella enters the room.
“It’s about time you got here,” she says snidely as we go to pass by.
“Isabella, you’re on thin ice,” Knight warns, his voice filled with anger and ice. “I saw the message you sent her and you blatantly sent her the wrong time to be here. We’re not impressed.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Isabella tries saying.
“Shut it. I’m already calling the label about replacing you,” Knight says, never stopping moving or removing his hand from my lower back.
“You can . . . ” Isabella begins.
“Yes, I can. The guys are all tired of you messing with Onyx. Get over yourself.”
“I’m under contract. You fire me or have me removed and I’ll sue you,” Isabella says.
Knight leads me into another room and there’s a whole lot of people here. I’m sat in a chair as they all begin to get to work on me. I can’t even look around to see if Knight is still in here with me. One woman is already working on my face as another woman begins brushing out my hair. I’m not sure what they’re going to do, but I just go along for the ride. There’s not much else I can do.
For the next hour, I’m worked on. The women in the room work on me as a flawless unit. I’m surprised none of them are running into one another or dropping things all over with the pace they’re moving, but they keep up a steady conversation as they work.
I’m a little overwhelmed as they finish working their magic on me. Once they’re done, the women all move out of the way and I get my first look in the mirror in front of me. I’ve never looked the way I do right now.
My lids are covered with a smokey colored eye shadow. Mascara coats my lashes and almost a nude colored blush covers my cheeks. My hair is floating down around my face in loose curls. I allowed them to cut two inches off and it’s something I don’t even realize as I stand there in a daze.
“Holy shit, babe,” Knight says, his voice horse and deeper than I’ve ever heard.
“D-D-Do I look okay?” I ask, unsure of myself.
“You look better than okay. Onyx, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he tells me, walking over and placing a hand on my lower back to lead me to the rest of the guys.
My nerves are getting the best of me as I begin to hear the guys talking and joking around. The room we enter is massive and empty other than the guys and the equipment needed for the shoot. Knight and I make our presence known and the guys immediately stop what they’re doing as their jaws drop. Now, my nerves are shooting through the damn roof.
“Um, hi, guys,” I mutter out.
“Onyx, babe, where have you been all my life?” Diesel asks, trying to break the sudden tension I’ve brought into the room.
“Enough,” Knight mutters.
I’m introduced to Mack, the photographer. He quickly goes over what we’re going to be doing today and what the pictures will be. There’s going to be several of the band as a whole, single pictures, and then of Knight and I since we’re the singers.
Mack gets us into position for the band photos first. I’m almost front and center in them. I’d rather be hiding in the back. Even in heels, the guys still tower over me. Isabella is nowhere to be seen as the clicking and flashing of the camera begins.
We do several serious poses before Diesel loses his shit and begins to joke around, so Mack gets several candid shots too. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life as we make weird poses until the last one. Diesel and the rest of the guys all end up holding me in front of them. Each male member of the band is hanging on to me as I just lay across the front of their bodies.
“Are we even holding a person?” Diesel asks as the guys all begin laughing.
“Very funny,” I mutter.
I’m set back down on my feet and Knight makes sure I’m steady on my feet before letting me go. The photos of Knight and I are up next. We do a lot in more than a few poses. One of my personal favorites is when Mack has Knight stand behind me and wrap his arm around my middle. I’m looking off into the distance while I have an arm wrapped up behind his head. Knight’s head is almost buried in my neck but you can still see his face.
Mack goes through the rest of the guys before pulling Knight and then myself back for our single photos. By the time it’s my turn, I’m relaxed and trying not to laugh as Diesel pulls faces at me. I definitely wouldn’t be able to get through this if it wasn’t for these guys. They’re making me feel as if I’m really part of the band and like they truly want me here with them. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m part of a family, even if it’s dysfunctional as hell.
Once we get through the photos, I’m ready to head out, but I can’t. We’re apparently doing an interview with a local reporter. I walk with the rest of the guys to the room we’re holding the interview in as my nerves begin to flutter again.
“Guys, it’s good to see you again,” the man already in the room says. “And who do we have here?”
“You’ll find out when we do the interview,” Knight answers.
“Alright, let’s get to it then,” he says.
“Onyx, this is Allan. He’s the reporter doing the interview today. Allan, meet Onyx,” Knight says finally making the introductions.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say, holding out my hand for him to shake.
“You too.”
Once we’re all seated, with me between Knight and Diesel, Allan makes sure his recorder and things are ready to go.
“I’m here with Wicked Angels. How are you guys doing?” Allan asks.
“We’re doing good,” Knight answers.
“So, I’ve heard you just wrapped up studio time with your next album. Can you tell me anything about it?” Allan asks.
“Yeah. It’s our best album yet and we have Onyx here to thank for that,” Knight says. “Onyx is singing on the album with me this time and we actually have two songs written and sung by her.”
“Onyx, is this your first experience with a band?” Allan asks.
“It is. I’m enjoying the experience. I don’t think I would be if it weren’t for these guys though,” I answer him.
“How did you find this beauty?” Allan asks.
“Pure accident,” Knight answers. “But, that’s our story to keep. Just know Wicked Angels is going to be on fire when we leave on tour.”
“Speaking of the tour, when do you leave? And how long are you going to be gone for?” Allan asks.
“We’re leaving in a week,” Diesel answers. “We’ll be on tour for about three months this time. Then we’re taking a small break and heading back out. At least that’s the plan.”
The interview goes on for a while longer. I’m beginning to get tired and I just want to go home. I honestly don’t know how the guys do this. And we’re not even on tour yet. Once we’re on tour, I’ve already been told we’ll be doing interviews, photo shoots, press releases, and other things along the way.
Finally, the day is over and we can head out. I go to change back into my clothes, but Knight stops me.
“Don’t change. We’re all going out to dinner,” he tells me. “Just grab your things and I’ll wait for you.”
“These aren’t my clot
hes,” I say, not sure why he thinks I’m allowed to keep them.
“Yeah, they are. It’s one of the outfits you’ll have on tour with us. Just wear it home. We’re all hungry and I know you are too,” Knight says.
I shrug my shoulders and head in to grab my things, but they’re not there. My phone and the keys for my SUV are the only thing in the small dressing room I changed in earlier. I know I didn’t move them because I didn’t have time. What the hell?
“Onyx, what’s wrong?” Knight asks, walking to the door of the room.
“Well, my phone and keys are here, but my clothes are gone,” I tell him.
Knight helps me look around for a few minutes, but my stuff is gone. Including my sunglasses. We can’t figure out where they are, so I just tell him there’s nothing we can do now and we should just go out with the guys.
“You’re actually coming out?” he asks, grabbing my hand.
“Yeah. I’m starving. And I want to see what happens when you go out before we’re on the road,” I answer.
Knight smiles and it floods me with warmth and a feeling I can’t explain. I want to see him smile every day. Hell, I want to be the reason he smiles. It’s a pipe dream, I know, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want it.
We all head to a small diner and I follow the guys in. Pictures are being taken with cell phones, people are murmuring amongst themselves, and I’m just waiting for the first woman to make her way over to us.
Turns out I don’t have to wait long.
A woman walks up to the table and leans down over it. Her tits are popping out in Memphis and Tyson’s faces as she has her attention firmly on Knight.
“Get rid of the fucking groupie and I’ll take her spot,” she says.
“What the fuck?” Knight says looking at her.
“You heard me. She doesn’t look like she can give you what you need but I can,” she says.
“This woman right here isn’t a fucking groupie. You aren’t anything to me or anyone else at this table. We didn’t ask you to come interrupt us, so I suggest you walk away,” Knight says.
My face is flaming because I know what I look like right now. I tilt my head down and the curtain of curls falls over my face. There’s no way I can get out of the booth because I’m sitting between Knight and Memphis. I can hide though. If this woman is going to act like this because I’m with the guys, I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like on the road. Those fans can be crazy from what I hear.
After the woman finally leaves, the guys all act as if nothing is happened. They all talk and laugh while waiting for the huge amount of food we ordered. Other than placing my order, I don’t say a word. I hide behind my hair and let the noise from the diner float around me. The entire time, I’m counting down the minutes until we can leave. I might not be cut out for life on the road. And I’m definitely not cut out for life with Knight.
Chapter Sixteen
Knight
WE’RE DAYS AWAY from leaving on tour. Today, we have a press conference to not only announce the tour, but to let everyone know who our opening band will be. And, we’re going to let everyone know about Onyx being in the band. Yeah, we did the interview with Allan, but a press release is bigger with more reporters in the room.
Isabella set everything up and let us know where we were needed and when. I haven’t seen her since the day of the photo shoot and I’m happy. She’s getting too big for her position. Or she’s got an agenda we don’t know about right now.
My days have been spent with Onyx. We’ve spent time in her apartment, gone to the zoo because Onyx has never been there, and listened to Someday Never Comes. She analyzes every song we listen to in a way I’ve never seen anyone do before. It’s interesting to see what she thinks about the songs and what could be done to make them better.
I’ve also taken the time to explore every inch of Onyx’s body. But, we still haven’t had sex and I’m not in a rush to get there with her. Onyx is just starting to open up and touch me. Last night was the best night we’ve had so far.
I spent time between her creamy thighs and got her off twice before I pulled away from her. After wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I move my body up her naked one and kiss her breathless. Onyx gives me back as good as she gets and I can feel the breath leave my lungs as my heart rate spikes. Electricity shoots through me as our tongues duel and I know Onyx is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
When I break the kiss, Onyx rolls me on my back. I lay back and wait to see what she’s about to do. Onyx doesn’t disappoint me. She kisses her way down my chest until she gets to my stomach. Pulling back, Onyx undoes my jeans and pulls them down my legs leaving me in nothing more than a pair of boxers.
Onyx moves back up my body and pulls the waist band of my boxers away from my body and releases my hard cock. For a minute she does nothing except stare at me. I’m not a small man and I’ve got several piercings down the length of my cock. I know Onyx is a virgin and I’m sure she’s never seen a dick pierced before.
Her eyes shoot up to mine before they lower again. She grabs ahold of my cock with one of her delicate, small hands before lowering her mouth to the head of it. Sticking her tongue out, she tastes the drop of precum already leaking from the head. A groan leaves me as her shyness comes out full force. I can’t rush this with her. Onyx needs to be the one in control.
It’s not long before Onyx is opening her mouth and sliding down my length as far as she can go. I can tell this is the first time she’s ever attempted to give a guy a blow job and I’m not going to complain one bit. She uses her tongue to slide along the edges of my piercings and a loud moan erupts from me.
I reach down between us and guide her hand down to my balls. After showing her what I want her to do, Onyx takes control back. I pull my hand back and just relish the sensations she’s causing to flow through my body. Onyx is moving at her pace and doing what she wants to do. I let her do it.
Before I know it, I’m about to come. I tap Onyx on her shoulder to let her know.
“Baby, I’m about to come. Let go,” I ground out.
Onyx doesn’t listen. Instead, she starts sliding faster up and down my cock and squeezes just a little harder on my balls. It’s all I need to explode in her mouth. My girl swallows every single drop before pulling off of me.
My entire body is sated and I’m ready to fall asleep. I’ve never had someone give me a blow job I actually got off during. Or elicited the feelings she brought out in me. I stare at her for a minute as my breathing comes back to normal. Onyx crawls up next to me and I pull her into my arms.
Just thinking about last night causes my cock to stiffen behind my jeans. I adjust myself before Onyx sits back down next to me. We only have a few minutes before I have to head out. I’m meeting the guys before we head over to the press conference. Onyx was asked to join, but she declined. Again.
“Gotta head out in a minute,” I remind her.
“I know.”
She puts her bowl of pasta on the table in front of us and leans over to kiss me. The one thing we haven’t done is talk business the last few days. Onyx is still worried about whatever is going on with Isabella and she feels as if she’s coming between us. It’s not the truth, but we can’t seem to talk her out of the idea.
Breaking the kiss, I kiss her one more time on the lips and stand up. Onyx walks me to the door and I wait until she’s locked the door behind me before heading out. I don’t want to leave her, but I’m not going to force her to go out with us after the incident at the diner. That bitch is the first woman I’ve ever wanted to put my hands on. Ever. No one talks about Onyx like that.
The guys and I are at a local hotel where we’re holding the press conference. Isabella is here already too. I keep looking around for Onyx, but she’s not here. And she’s not answering her phone. I’m getting worried about her and I want to leave to go get her, but Isabella is having a fit.
“I told you she shouldn’t be part of the band,” she s
ays, walking by us.
“Shut up,” I growl out. “Are you sure you didn’t send her another message with the wrong information?”
“I never have and I wouldn’t do it,” she answers, her nose up in the air.
“Yeah, that’s not the truth and we know it. You’re on thin fucking ice as far as I’m concerned,” I say before Diesel pulls me away.
“Man, you need to get your shit together. I know you got something going on with Onyx. We all do. Also know Isabella is trying to fuck with that shit and it’s pissing us all off. Just back off her and see if that helps your girl out,” Diesel tells me.
“I know, but she just pisses me off so much,” I respond.
Diesel nods his head in understanding, but doesn’t say anything else. It’s time for us to take our seats and I have to put my worry aside for the time being. If anyone asks about Onyx, we’ll come up with a reason she’s not here. If I find out Isabella had something to do with this, I’m done with her. I’ll call the label and make sure they know what’s going on. They can keep her under contract and move her to another band. Something so we don’t have to deal with her anymore.
Before anymore can be said, it’s time for the press conference to begin. The guys and I all take our seats at the table in front of the mics and wait for the press to calm the hell down. When Isabella tries to take the empty seat Onyx should be sitting in, I glare at her until she leaves the stage and takes her spot in the back. There’s no way in hell she’s getting Onyx’s seat.
“Good afternoon. We’re here today to announce our upcoming tour and the addition to our band,” I greet everyone. “First up, we’re about to go on a six-month tour at this point. We’re still in the process of adding a few possible shows to the end of the tour. It’s a small town tour and no huge arenas. The largest crowd we’ll play for is a few thousand people.”
“Knight, when are you set to leave on tour?” one reporter asks.
“Tomorrow.”
“What’s the new addition to the band?” another reporter asks.