EPILOGUE
HERO
Onyx’s arms are wrapped around me, and his tattoos snake down past the sleeves of his leather jacket and onto his hands now.
There’s an octopus on one hand, tentacles extending over his fingers, and a rose on the other.
I’ve managed to cover nearly every inch of his arms and chest at this point, and he always has new ideas for fresh ink that I’m always happy to find space for.
I love seeing my marks all over him, I love the way he sighs and relaxes when the needle touches his skin, and I absolutely fucking love that no one else will ever tattoo him. That honor is all mine.
If I weren’t doing eighty right now, I’d reach down and pull his hand up to kiss the exposed bit of skin.
But I guess that can wait until we’re stopped again.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of kissing Onyx, seeing him smile, hearing him call me a dumbass.
He tightens his grip around me like he can hear the direction of my thoughts and wants me to know he’s still just as wild about me as I am about him. Still . Always. Forever .
It’s cheesy as hell, but I can feel it in my gut that this thing between us isn’t temporary. I don’t think it ever was, even from the second we laid eyes on each other. It just took us ages to find the courage to say it.
Eventually, we make it into the city and the arena comes into view. I grin behind my helmet visor at the sneaky thrill of weaving through the crowded parking lot with the headlining artist clinging to me. No one can tell it’s Onyx with his helmet on, and there’s something fun about that too.
This is going to be his first solo concert, kicking off a three-week tour around the Midwest that I’ll be joining him on, but he insisted on the first spot being Chicago so all the guys could make it to the show.
I think part of the reason he picked Chicago as a starting point was so I could drive him down on my Harley before we take the small tour bus the rest of the way.
“I wonder how many rockstars show up to their own concerts riding bitch,” Jag jokes, pulling off his helmet as we all coast to a stop in the loading dock area of the arena.
Onyx barks out a laugh and swings his leg around to climb off the back of my bike. He’s not even clumsy with his guitar strapped to his back anymore. He might not be doing big tours, but we hardly ever miss an open mic night.
“I’ve thought about getting my own bike, but then I wouldn’t have the excuse to snuggle up to my man for the whole two-hour ride.” He winks at Jag and shakes his hair off his forehead.
I loop an arm around his waist and pull him close for a good luck kiss, brushing my lips against his and grinning into the kiss.
“Ugh, you guys are gross.” Jag exaggerates a gag, and Onyx laughs into the kiss.
“Jealous,” Lewis taunts, climbing off the back of Arrow’s bike. “Hey, Onyx, we get to come backstage and party after the show, right?”
Onyx snorts. “You can come backstage and party, but I won’t be there.” He leans into me, giving me a filthy look. “I’ll be celebrating on the tour bus.”
The way he purrs the suggestion, I have no doubt that he’s expecting the celebration to be a private affair, and I am absolutely fucking there for it.
“Lame,” Brick complains, hopping off the back of Tex’s bike.
“I’ve done the rockstar thing. Now I’m all about the music.” Onyx shrugs unapologetically.
“Truly lame,” Jag says. “Where’s Mick Jagger when you need him?”
“You have a crush on Mick Jagger?” Milo asks.
“No, and I don’t have a crush on Onyx either. I just think Mick Jagger probably knows how to party.”
Shaking his head, Onyx ignores the banter and kisses the tip of my nose.
“I have to get inside. My manager is probably shitting himself that I’m getting here so close to curtain.” There’s a twinkle of mischief in his eyes and I can’t help but grin back.
“Knock ’em dead out there. I’ll be in the front row wondering how the hell I tricked you into falling in love with me.”
Onyx laughs again and shakes his head, bumping his nose against mine.
“Don’t be an idiot,” he murmurs lovingly.
“I’m your idiot. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.” He sighs, ruffling my hair and leaning into me for just one more second. “It counts for everything, Kaid. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Hey, come on now, this is no time to get sappy. Save that for our private after-party. Right now, you go in there and channel your inner rockstar.” I give him a little nudge and he nods.
“Rockstar now, Onyx later, but always yours.”
Hell yeah. And I’m always his.
The End