“He is,” Z interjects smoothly. “So, it was very lucky for us that he was here, knows our music, and is talented enough to step in.”
“Kingston, how long do you think you’ll be out?” Someone calls.
Kingston grimaces and then shrugs his shoulders. Devyn steps in and says, “the doctors said anywhere from ten days to two weeks and we’re not going to do anything to risk the health of his voice.”
“But was it fun?” The pretty reporter, who continues to be glued to Ross’s side, appears to change tactics.
This time Ross’s smile is genuine. “Well, yeah! Getting to perform with the greatest rock band in the world? How could that be anything but fun?”
They answer a few more questions before Z lifts a hand. “That’s all for tonight, everyone. It’s been a long day, and we’re tired. Thank you for coming.”
Pete opens the dressing room door and the band’s security team appears, ready to escort them out to the bus. Ross immediately looks to me and holds out his hand. He pulls me against his side as soon as I take it and leads me out with the rest of the band.
“I need to oversee loadout,” he says. “You should?—”
“Not tonight.” Z interrupts him. “We don’t expect you to play a full set like you did and then do loadout as well. Pete and the others can handle it.”
“But—” Ross starts to protest.
“I’ve got this,” Pete interjects from a few feet away. “Go. Celebrate. And rest, because there’s another show tomorrow night.”
“Am I singing again tomorrow night?” Ross asks in confusion.
“Were you not paying attention in there?” Devyn asks, laughing. “Kingston needs at least ten days, possibly longer. He can play piano and sing a few of the lower register songs, but anything else could cause a setback. So, for the next couple of weeks, you are officially the lead singer of Onyx Knight.”
Ross tightens his grip on my hand but doesn’t say anything.
“You okay?” I ask softly.
“I think so. Tonight has just been a lot.”
“You were amazing out there.”
“Thanks for being there for me tonight. It means a lot.”
“Any time,” I say as we board the bus.
“Stay with me tonight, Wynter?”
Like there’s any universe where I could say no.
Chapter Ten
Ross
Despite the fact that I know Pete can handle loadout, and the distraction of having a beautiful woman in my lap, I’m still a little worried. The band relies on me, and pays me a lot of money, to make sure that everything runs smoothly. That’s my job. And I can’t help but feel a little guilty.
Well, until Wynter wiggles against my groin and my cock immediately takes notice. I wrap an arm around her waist and tug her closer so I can kiss her.
“I need a shower,” I whisper against her lips.
“That sounds like fun,” she whispers back.
My cock twitches again.
There’s laughter and conversation going on around us, but now I’m completely focused on Wynter.
Her firm, round ass.
