Onyx: Heart

by J. S. Lee

  “Is MinMin in on this?” Youngbin asked, arching his eyebrows.

  “No,” Xiao replied.

  “OK, that makes more sense.”

  For some reason, my attention went to JongB. He gave me a slight shake of his head but didn’t comment. Whatever the reason, it didn’t seem like they wanted to bring MinMin in on it anyway. Maybe he already had a girlfriend? “I haven’t spent any time with MinMin,” I added as an afterthought. I’d never picked up on him seeming interested in me.

  I moved back to the bed and settled down beside JongB. He leaned over, pulling me to him, letting me relax back against him. “Do we need a schedule?” Youngbin asked, watching us. He seemed curious, but not upset about the interaction.

  Jiwon burst out laughing. “We already have a schedule.”

  Youngbin looked between us, flabbergasted. Once more, Xiao was the one to speak. “Jiwon means Onyx’s schedule. We, as a relationship, don’t have one.”

  “I don’t think I’d feel comfortable doing that,” I said. “Your tour schedule is pretty tight as it is, and trying to make commitments around what you’ve got, as well as not letting the others know what’s happening…” I frowned. “We shouldn’t let the others know, right?”

  “Absolutely not,” Youngbin jumped in.

  Absolutely not…? Was that…? I tilted my head at him, and he shrugged back at me.

  “The last thing we need is the world to find out about you,” JongB agreed.

  “No schedule for us then,” I confirmed. “But I will try to divide my time with you equally.”

  “The only way this works is if we trust each other, and that includes being able to tell each other when something is working, and when it’s not. We need to tell each other everything,” Xiao added.

  “Not everything,” I blurted out, feeling my cheeks flush, my eyes locking on Xiao. I wasn’t scared or ashamed of sex. I was willing to give most things a go, but that didn’t mean I necessarily wanted everyone to know Xiao had fucked me hard, or that Jiwon had made me orgasm as merchandise with Onyx’s faces watched us.

  “OK, maybe not the details,” Xiao nodded.

  “I’m down with that,” Jiwon agreed. “But while we’re on the subject, I don’t care that you guys are doing whatever it is that you’re doing, but if it’s anything more than a kiss you’d have at your wedding in front of everyone including your mother, I don’t want to see it. That’s JongB’s kink.”

  “Hey!” JongB objected. I angled my body so that I could look up at him, unable to keep the smirk from my face.

  “Oh, tell me it’s not true,” Jiwon scoffed, folding his arms.

  “That’s not the point,” JongB told him. “I just don’t want to be discussing my kinks.” He glanced down at me and grinned. “I’d rather talk about Kate’s kinks.”

  An empty Coke bottle I’d left on the table was launched at JongB’s head. “And that falls into that overshare category,” Jiwon snapped at him.

  I wasn’t paying attention. I knew I had some kinks, but these four were sure to bring out more. And I was more than willing to find out what they were.

  제 3 장

  Wild Love

  It wasn’t long after that Sungmin sent a text message to Youngbin and the four had to leave. I hung up the damp laundry in the bathroom, putting my other clothes away, then went to sit on the bed and watch some television before dinner.

  I’d settled on an episode of Master Chef when my phone bleeped. After dinner, you’re mine. Wear that lacy number.

  No sooner had I replied with a Just the lacy number? the phone beeped again. This time it was Sungmin informing me were going for dinner at a local restaurant someone had recommended to him.

  I didn’t care: Jiwon’s words had blood flowing to my sensitive areas in anticipation. I glanced at my watch. I had a couple of hours before we had to meet in the lobby. Which meant I had a couple of hours to preen. Jiwon was going to get that lacy number – and a whole lot more.

  My only regret, I discovered when blow-drying my hair, was that I wouldn’t have enough time to go out and buy some hair dye. I’d dyed my hair blonde just after Christmas and now the roots were becoming very noticeable. Oh well. I looked fucking fabulous even with the roots.

  I wasn’t sure what the restaurant was like, but I didn’t have a vast amount of clothes to choose from. The underwear was easy. Jiwon had already chosen that… or some of it. I was looking forward to seeing his reaction when I showed him the hold-ups and garter belt.

  Unfortunately, my classy underwear didn’t quite match my suitcase contents. It was snowing outside, so really, I should be wearing jeans and sensible shoes… but where was the fun in that? Besides, skinny jeans did not make anyone look attractive when peeling them off. At the bottom of my case was a soft sweater dress, the same shade of navy as the ring that lined my blue eyes.

  That would do nicely. It was quite reserved in comparison to the bra and panties. The last item was the shoes. To hell with the snow, I was wearing my “fuck me” heels. I had a feeling Jiwon would like them, even if they did mean I would be slightly taller than him while wearing them.

  They didn’t go with the coat, but I had no other option, and it was time to head downstairs to meet everyone.

  Thankfully, everyone else was wearing relatively fancy outfits too. Both the stylist and makeup artist were wearing dresses, although they were wearing Ugg boots.

  My shoes had all six members of Onyx staring at me in either surprise or disbelief. “Are we ready to go?” I asked innocently, ignoring the looks I was getting. Yes, those heels were certainly living up to their name.

  “You look nice,” Sungmin told me with a small frown. “I’m not sure they’re the best shoes for outside.”

  “I don’t get the opportunity to dress up very often, and I Googled the restaurant. There’s no way it’s walking distance,” I smiled. It was only a ten-minute drive and probably would have been walking distance. But this was Vancouver and there was three feet of snow on the ground.

  Sungmin looked dubious, but he led us out to where two minivans were waiting for us. As was the norm, Onyx got in the first one with Sungmin, and I was in the second with the rest of the team. I had been expecting it, but even if the others were too, I couldn’t miss Jiwon’s lingering stare as I walked over to the minivan.

  At the restaurant, a small Italian place closer to the center of the city, he made sure to sit next to me. I shrugged my coat off, revealing the jersey dress. It had a large neckline to allow it to fall off one of my shoulders. As Jiwon sat down next to me, I leaned to the side, dropping my purse on the floor, at just enough of an angle for him to catch a glimpse of the lacy bra he’d told me to wear.

  Jiwon let out a small growl, snatching up the menu. As I fought back my smirk, he gave me a side eye, before turning to me. “What does this say?” he asked, holding up the menu.

  Thinking that was a genuine question, I stared at the menu as he shuffled his chair closer to me. I stared at the Italian words, recognizing some of them; lasagna, tagliatelle, cannelloni… the rest…? I couldn’t translate them into English, never mind Korean.

  I was about to tell Jiwon this when his large hand settled on my thigh. The heat from it seared through the thin jersey like I was wearing nothing. We had been seated around a twelve-seater round table in the back of the restaurant, but it didn’t have a table cloth on it. Thankfully, I had Xiao on the other side, who, seeing Jiwon’s hand, merely arched an eyebrow before returning his attention to the menu. On the other side of Jiwon was JongB, who was talking animatedly with MinMin and neither of them had seen anything.

  I wasn’t sure what reaction Jiwon was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for me to reach down for his hand and move it higher up my thigh so that it settled on the strap of my garter belt where it attached to my stocking.

  There was a sharp intake of breath as he leaned forward, pointing at nothing at the menu because his eyes were on me. “Is that what I think it is?”
r />   “Most likely,” I agreed, blinking innocently.

  His hand squeezed at my thigh, his fingers then splaying out, brushing against the top of my leg, dangerously close to my panties. Just like that, his hand was gone.

  Dinner took far too long. I mean, by serving standards, the service was quick, and the food was excellent. I’d settled on a lasagna, because you can’t go wrong with lasagna. It just took longer than I wanted, because I was eager to get back to the hotel. Sungmin seemed in no hurry for us to return.

  I’d had three glasses of red wine with my lasagna and now had a healthy glow on my cheeks. As the waiter cleared our plates, I was grateful for the thin dress. “Where are you from?” Jiwon asked me, suddenly.

  The table was alive with conversation, but instead of speaking loudly, he moved closer to me. As he did, his hand was back on top of my stocking, his fingertips gently tracing the thin line of material. “Our next stop, actually,” I said. My breath hitched as his fingers moved along the garter belt strap. “Las Vegas. Well, the suburbs of Henderson.”

  “I’m looking forward to Vegas,” he murmured. His fingers had found the edge of my panties.

  “I’m sure you are,” I nodded. I, on the other hand, wasn’t.

  “You’re not?” he asked. His head was tilted at me, eyes looking at me with annoying perception.

  “It’s home,” I shrugged. “It reminds me of all the shit I put up with from my mom before I moved to college, and then the four years I wasted with Damien.”

  Jiwon’s eyes narrowed. “Who is Damien?”

  “Someone I refuse to waste any more oxygen on,” I said, reaching for my glass. The wine was going down a little too easily. Damien was my ex. I’d returned from South Korea – after I’d been out there to work with H3RO – to find he had not only changed the locks on our apartment, but he had also been cheating on me for a significant amount of time. Long enough that, when I’d been browsing Facebook only a few weeks after the breakup, I’d discovered he had gotten married.

  The truth was, and I could only see it with hindsight, our relationship had been over long before that. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d spent some quality time together, much less the last time we’d had sex. That had me frowning. Was this why I was so eager for this relationship? Because not one, but four guys were wanting to be with me.

  OK, brain, shut the fuck up!

  I set the almost finished wineglass down on the table, remembering, too late, why I didn’t drink wine: it usually led me down a lane called Self Pity.

  “Excuse me?”

  I turned to Jiwon, my eyes wide. “Did I say that out loud?”

  Jiwon nodded. “What are you thinking right now?”

  “That I shouldn’t drink wine because I turn into a needy teenager who needs someone to tell her what to do, but because she’s rebellious, won’t listen,” I shrugged. I wasn’t sure what I was saying was translating well, because Jiwon had gone still, his face expressionless.

  Then he leaned over, cupping me as he brought his mouth close to my ear. “Go to the restroom and take off your panties. Then bring them back and give them to me.”

  “That’s not…” That hadn’t been what I had been trying to say, but as my brain processed what he was telling me, I wasn’t sure I cared. I softly cleared my throat. “And what if I don’t?”

  A single finger applied pressure, following the line of my slit. “If you don’t, I will spank you later.”

  Well, shit. Now I wasn’t sure if I wanted to defy him intentionally.

  “But, if you’re a good girl…” He leaned back, though his hand remained, teasing me through the thin fabric. “I will reward you.” Then his hand was gone.

  I was tempted to leap out of my chair, but I forced myself to count to five before I stood. Announcing I was going to the bathroom, despite the fact no one was listening other than Jiwon, I excused myself from the table and calmly made my way to the restroom.

  In the safety of the cubicle, I pressed the backs of my hands against my cheeks as I leaned back against the wall. I was already wet, and he had barely touched me.

  I perched on the edge of the toilet; a garter belt was sexy, and clearly the right call, but an absolute bitch when it came to practicality. I had to unhook the stockings to be able to get the panties off, and after three glasses of wine, that wasn’t easy.

  The next problem came from the panties. Or maybe the dress. The stupid dress with no pockets. There was nothing to do but ball them up in my fist. I stepped out of the cubicle feeling strangely exposed. This was a new one for me.

  I’d been hoping that Jiwon would have followed me to the bathroom, but he hadn’t. I walked back to the table, crossing my fingers that we would be leaving soon.

  When I arrived back at the table, the waiter was bringing out dessert.

  Fuck my life…

  I had barely sat back down before Jiwon’s hand was on my thigh again. This time, I pulled my chair right up to the table, not wanting to be seen by the waiter as he deposited a dessert in front of Jiwon. As he picked up a spoon, the waiter presented me with an ice cream. Not a bowl of ice cream. A fucking ice cream in a cone. “I didn’t order that,” I told him, confused.

  “Yes, you did,” Jiwon said, calmly, before the ice cream could be taken away.

  I took it from the waiter, confused. This looked like a child’s dessert, and I was willing to bet if I had a menu, that’s exactly where I would find that option. “What the fuck?” I hissed at him.

  “You’re going to eat that,” Jiwon told me, still calm as anything. “As though it’s my dick.”

  I nearly dropped the fucking ice cream in my lap. I had to glance around the table to make sure no one had heard him. Thankfully, it seemed no one had. “Excuse me?” I hissed again.

  “Imagine that’s my dick.” From under the safety of the table, his hand moved under my skirt, upwards. When he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties, he gave me a grin, taking a large bite of the cake in front of him. Licking his lips, he turned to me. “Are you a good girl, or are you a bad girl?”

  I was fairly certain I was a girl going to Hell, because, so help me, I looked him dead in the eyes, ran my tongue around the edge of the thin cone, then sucked the scoop of ice cream into my mouth without blinking. How I didn’t get a brain freeze, I had no idea, but it would have been worth it just for Jiwon’s expression. “You tell me.”

  Jiwon’s tongue slowly ran around his lips as he stared at me. He deliberately turned his attention back to his dessert, withdrawing his hand from between my legs.

  I sucked in a breath and started nibbling on the sugar cone which was when I discovered Youngbin staring at me, his eyes wide. I just shrugged at him, but lord did that earn me a look of lust… he’d clearly witnessed my tongue technology.

  As his attention was caught by Sungmin asking him a question, I returned my attention to my dessert, only to feel somebody else staring at the side of my head. It was Xiao, shooting me a questioning look.

  Apparently, I’d given a few people a show…

  And then, discreetly, he held up a pair of hot pink lace panties.

  I stared at them, then had the embarrassing realization they were mine when I discovered my hands were no longer clutching onto my underwear.

  Well that gave a whole new meaning to the term panty-dropper.

  I gave Xiao as sheepish smile as I shrugged. He returned it with a smirk, slipping the panties into his pocket.

  Jiwon and I weren’t the only ones with dessert, but it didn’t take long for things to wrap up. On the way out to the minibus, Xiao dropped behind to walk with me. “Don’t say it,” I warned him.

  Xiao gave me a shit-eating grin. “Say what?”

  “Whatever it is you’re desperate to say about the fact you have my panties in your pocket.”

  “You want them back?”

  Actually, I did. They weren’t cheap. “Why?” I asked. “Are you going to make me beg for them?”

  Xiao
arched an eyebrow. “Kate, let me assure you that, when you’re in front of me, begging, it will be for me to take your panties off, not give them back.”

  “Maybe,” I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant as Jiwon turned around and paused so we fell in line with him. “But tonight is not that night.”

  “She didn’t wear them for you,” Jiwon added, reaching over and snatching the scrap of material from Xiao’s hand.

  Holding his hands up, Xiao chuckled. Ignoring the look Jiwon was giving him, he winked at me. “Next time.”

  We were soon back in the two minibuses and on the way back to the hotel. Once there, I retired straight to my room.

  In the elevator, Jiwon had muttered “twenty minutes” in my ear. I had barely taken my coat off when there was a tap at the door. I was genuinely surprised when I discovered it was Jiwon already. “I told JongB I was coming here,” he shrugged at my amused smile.

  I stepped back to let him pass. He strode straight into the room to the minibar, pulling out a couple of chunks of ice, dropping them into a glass, then pouring three small bottles of rum over the top of it.

  My surprise turned into curiosity as he then went to one of the armchairs and sat down in it, facing me. He took a sip of his drink, then settled back. “I think it’s time you took that dress off.”

  Too intrigued with his behavior to question it, I bent down to start undoing my heel’s straps.

  “Leave them on!” he barked at me. When I looked at him, eyebrow quirked, he slowly licked his lips. “They stay on. The dress comes off.”

  The dress was one with no zip or buttons, which meant it was coming off over my head. I grabbed the hem and started pulling up, but as the tops of my stockings were revealed, I heard Jiwon’s breathing waver. It was quiet, but the room was silent otherwise. I paused, locking eyes with him. He might be telling me what he wanted me to do, but right now, I was the one with the power.

  Taking my time, I teased the material upwards, revealing my pale thighs inch-by-inch. The glass paused by his mouth as I confirmed I had indeed taken my panties off in the restaurant. The dress rose higher, exposing my waist, then I got to the bottom of my bra. My movements were quicker now, pulling the dress off in one quick action so my eyes didn’t leave Jiwon’s for a second longer than they had to. I tossed it to the side then put my hands on my hips, waiting for him to stand up.