Surrounded By Knight

by A. N. Hennessy

  I was trying to enjoy my nightmare for the night, but I’d be damned if every time I closed my eyes Country’s face didn’t pop unbidden into my mind. That gorgeous face was haunting me, and I felt the biggest wave of guilt crash over me. I don’t know why. She isn’t fucking mine. I can bang whoever I want, wherever I want. What the fucking hell is wrong with me?

  This had to stop. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom. It’s always good to be prepared, and I didn’t trust anyone’s rubbers but my own. Opening it with my teeth, I removed the girl off my cock so I could finish what I came in here to do. After I was securely wrapped, I leaned the girl that was blowing me over a chair and lifted up her already extremely short skirt. Her friend walked in front of her and they started making out. Hot and heavy. Small moans, tongues clashing, lips smacking. It all echoed off the small walls of the storage closet.

  Normally a sight like that would have me excited to the point of explosion, but the crazy thing that ran through my mind was there’s no way Country would shove her tongue down some girls throat while she’s getting pounded from behind.

  With every slamming stroke I slammed into the forget-her-fuck, I was plagued with images of Country. It was like she’d moved in and set up residency in my fuckin’ brain. I kept going though, hoping with each pummel I pounded, every moan I made careen out of this girl’s mouth, that Country would take the hint and move the fuck out. I didn’t need her screwing with me like that. Messing up my damn head.

  I bit down on my lip to keep my moans at bay. They felt so wrong.

  “Oh yes...Trevelin...fuck yes. Fuck me harder!” the chick yelled.

  “I’d be more than happy to comply, doll face, but I believe it’s your little friends turn,” I murmured, pulling out, causing her to whimper in the process. Her friend, however, seemed thrilled.

  Time for the next dick-catcher. Maybe she’ll have a magic pussy that will make me forget all about Country.

  This girl was wearing a skirt that was just as short as the other, making for my easy access. I slid her panties to the side, and in no time flat I was sunk balls deep in random girl number two, having meaningless sex, wishing it was Country...and meaningful. Motherfucker. I’ve gone crazy.

  The other girl put her tongue down my throat while I thrust all in, giving her friend all I had. I worked my way under her shirt, grabbing hold of the her nice, round, firm, surgery-enhanced tits. I fondled her nipple and made it pebble under my touch as my hips kept thriving full force on an explosive journey to find release.

  I heard their moans and cries of pleasure. I knew my dick was sliding in and out of a tight, wet pussy, yet I felt nothing. Motherfucking nothing.

  My whole body was numb. I kept telling myself fuck her harder. Your dick is soaked in her juices. Make her scream louder. I even looked down a few times to watch my dick pound in and out of her wet lips, but something was up—I was still numb. Nothing. Fucking nothing. My other head was just as screwed up as the main circuit upstairs. What the shit! He’s quitting on me?

  Just as I started to freak the fuck out with my semi-performing cock, the door cracked open. “Trev, is that you bro?” Reed poked his head through the small slit in the door.

  “What the fuck, man?”

  A sick smile hiked up his cheek. “Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your fuck-fest, but Kitten’s out here looking for you. She announced her surprise, to which you were a no show. You were supposed to be on stage like five minutes ago. You’ve been in here a good minute bro, but now I can see why.”

  Oh, shit!

  Reed waggled his brows with an appreciative look as he took in the two forget-her-fucks that didn’t bother to cover up. Actually, I think they were hoping he’d join.

  I pulled out of the chick I had bent over the chair and trashed the empty condom while fixing my pants. The bad decisions that were supposed to rid me of all thoughts Country groaned in disapproval.

  “Thanks, ladies, but I got a show to do,” I tossed back at them, leaving the room. I would really like to know what the hell is wrong with me. I’d never been unable to finish. Even if Reed hadn’t interrupted, it just wasn’t happening. That has never happened before. Mr. Happy appeared to have other plans.

  “Bro—”

  “Shut the fuck up, Reed.”

  “I was just going to tell ya—”

  “Don’t want to hear it,” I barked, knowing he was going to say something about the unfinished threesome in the storage room. I knew he didn’t know that, and I was thankful of his unknowing, or else I would be catching all kinds of hell.

  “Fine by me, fuck face,” he hashed with a smug look.

  I ignored him as I beat the hell out of my conscience and my less than masterful fucking skills. He’s outta sync, that’s what it is. I haven’t indulged in a slutty bystander in several weeks, so Mr. Happy was—was what? He works just fine around...oh fuck!

  We reached the edge of the stage where the temporary security stood with arms crossed. Jace had already taken his place with his guitar, eyeing me with a weird look as I walked up the steps. Reed shook his head at him as he maneuvered behind the drums in secret communication. Ignoring them both, my chest began racing when I caught sight of Country across the stage. Her fierce eyes found me, and lit up as she returned to her spot. I wanted to reach out and grab her, but I bashed myself because of what I had just done.

  “Sorry everyone for the small delay, but here’s the men I promised you—minus one...the Knight Raiders!” Her smile was blinding, illuminating the entire shabby stage. As I strutted closer to her, the beaming smile faltered until it faded into nothing. She gave me a funny look then rolled her eyes, shaking her head before turning away from me. Women were hard to pinpoint, but the look I saw told me she was pissed.

  The crowd was going crazy, so I turned my attention to them, the next best distraction. I didn’t need a hard cock to perform for them. Thank fucking Jesus.

  “WHAT’S GOING ON late night bar junkies?” I shouted into the mic. My name was chanted over and over. That will never get old. “Let’s hear it for my girl, Country. She’s got the voice of a goddamn angel, doesn’t she?” I looked at her while everyone screamed.

  If looks could kill, Izzy would have just murdered me in plain sight. Why the fuck is she killing me with her eyes? I was starting to believe if she could do it with her bare hands she would. The music to the song we were to sing together started, and she put on a faux smile and fake attraction towards me as we worked our way through the song.

  We stared intently into each other’s eyes, making the song appear believable to the onlookers while guilt clutched tightly around my balls for wanting her. I didn’t care how I got her. Naked, clothed, mad or the cheery angel I saw earlier today, just as long as I got her. The effortless performance she was giving might be a put-on for the crowd, a show to match the emotion in the song, however mine was genuine. The girl had me going crazy. Every body part included.

  We give one hell of a performance together, and singing about kissing made the urge I’d been fighting all day more intense. At the very end I grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to me and put all my focus on her, pouring the lyrics from my mouth with every ounce of effort I had. Wanting to do exactly what the song said. As wrong as it may be, with my last word I leaned in to kiss her goodnight.

  Chapter Seven

  Izzy

  I swear I was going to choke him. I had looked everywhere and I was starting to panic, but when I finally saw Reed had found him and was bringing him to the stage, relief washed through my nerves. I thought he’d skipped out on me and I was going to have to take back my big surprise after announcing it to a very excited crowd.

  I couldn’t wait to sing with him. Not to sound over confident or anything, but our voices sounded perfect together. He was a fantastic singer. Trevelin’s voice was to die for, singing or not.

  The man had immense talent. With a voice like his it was no wonder why he and the guys were so famous. Add imp
eccable good looks into that mix and you got a natural born superstar. He was clearly living up to what he did best, and that was singing. I couldn’t wait for us to wow the socks off of every patron in this bar.

  That was until the dirt bag got on stage.

  When he turned to look at me, I wanted to vomit. I thought he had bathroom needs he’d been tending to, but I could clearly see he had been attending to other needs instead. The evidence was all over his face.

  He looked like he had gotten into a fight with a cosmetics counter at Macy’s. The asshole looked like a clown. A dang clown. But being the nice person I was, I decided to wait until after our song to let him know. You know...let everyone wonder what was all over his face. I also had another great idea and came to the conclusion this wasn’t going to be the last song I sang.

  I wouldn’t say that knowing he was somewhere with a girl doing lord-knows-what upset me. It was the fact that I actually thought he might be different than what the media portrayed him to be. I was wrong.

  After spending the whole day with him and his band, I wasn’t as skeptical about spending the next three months with them. Now I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t want to be around them and all their floozies they might bring back to the bus.

  I had done well though. We gave one heck of a performance, and I did a terrific job of making my emotion to the song realistic. I wouldn’t ever kiss this clown, though that didn’t stop him from trying.

  The end of the song came and he leaned in to make a dramatic statement by putting his lips to mine. The people in the crowd went into a crazed frenzy with oohs and ahhs, and I even heard a few shout, ‘hell, yeah, kiss her’.

  I had fun with it and riled up the crowd more by pushing him back playfully and gave him an ‘uh-uh’ motion with my finger while shaking my head. He frowned the entire time, and it only added to his ridiculousness.

  I pulled the mic from the stand then turned my attention back to the crowd. “How would you guys like one more song?”

  They screamed their approval, so I retrieved a chair that was at the side of the stage and placed it in the middle and made Trevelin take a seat. He eyed me suspiciously, but I continued, telling the DJ to play the music to Womanizer.

  The music came on, and before I started singing, I leaned into his ear and whispered, “You seem to have slut smeared all over your face, you...womanizer.”

  The tune of the music played through me as I started to sing the lyrics of the song and danced around him provocatively. I witnessed him wipe his hand across his lips and look at the red stain now on the tips of his fingers.

  Aw, he must not have believed me.

  The crowd went crazy, and Trevelin looked like he was in a state of shock. Either from my brazenness or the slut stain, I didn’t know, maybe a little of both. I might not say much off stage, but on stage it was like living in a different world. I could express myself through the music.

  Normally I sang country music, but this special occasion called for something a little bit different. And at that very moment I thanked my mom for making me take all those stupid dance classes years ago. I mixed those moves with the beat in the pop song that I was singing directly to him and danced around a gawking Trevelin unabashed.

  I would say it was probably very sensual looking to those watching, though it was all an act for Buck’s locals. They were eating it up. I was surprised that I was even able to do it. I didn’t dance sexy in front of people. But Trevelin had a way of getting under my skin like nothing else.

  I didn’t know what he was thinking, and I really didn’t care. I just wanted him to know I ain’t playing his games and that I know what he’s about. I wasn’t falling for it. No way. No how. I was going to be spending three months with him, and I wanted him to know what I thought of him. So there would be no confusion.

  The song grew to an end, and I put the finishing touch on my performance by bending down between his legs and pushing myself up his body. I was so close I could see sweat beads trickle out from under his black beanie. I stopped directly in front of his face on the last word and winked.

  His face was expressionless. Good job, Izzy!

  Mentally, I patted myself on the back and walked away slightly out of breath. Hoots and hollers flooded my ears, making me aware that I’d just put on a good show.

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  I made sure to stay away from Trevelin the rest of the night. He finally went and washed off his disgusting face, removing his lack of poise.

  Addie praised me over and over for my surprise performance, and I told her about the lipstick caked to Trevelin’s face and that’s why I sung the last song. She only laughed and pulled me to the dance floor where we had a blast.

  Trevelin stayed at the table the rest of the time we were there. Tons of girls kept trying to make their way up to his side of the table, and I silently noticed he would always have Ben or Rick escort them away. All besides the ones perched on Jace and Reed’s laps.

  I’d glanced his way occasionally, only to discover each and every time he was watching me attentively, and he did so until I moved where he could no longer see me. I was uncertain as to why he kept watching me, or more like glaring at me with a hooded scowl, but it only added to tick me off further and I brushed it off to my after show, and calling him out on his prior behavior.

  After dancing for a while and having a few drinks, I told Addie I was going home. She offered to drive me, but I could tell she had other plans. She was hanging all over some guy that looked good enough to eat, and I think she was literally going to try.

  “That’s okay. You just keep nibbling on him. I’ll have Ben or Rick give me a ride.”

  “Whatever.” She giggled when the guy whispered something in her ear. “Hey, I might not be coming home. Give the keys to one of the Raiders.”

  “You kidding?”

  “Nooo,” she dragged out, staring at me warningly. I did the same right back.

  “You don’t know him, Addison,” I whispered heatedly into her ear.

  “Yes, I do. We had a few classes together once upon a time. See ya tomorrow.” She reached inside her clutch and tossed me the keys, then turned to her yummy once upon a time, threading her fingers through his hair, and began devouring his mouth.

  She was un-freakin-believable. I so did not want to take the keys to that table, but I did it anyways. Slowly, I made my way, inch by inch, and was stopped a few times by guys wanting to dance with me in the process.

  Eventually I reached the proclaimed Knight Raiders table where Trevelin had his turquoise stare locked on me.

  “Who’s had the least to drink?” I asked. It was a no brainer really, for the table was overfilled with tons of empty beer bottles.

  “Is that an actual question?” Trevelin asked sarcastically.

  Yep, he’s had too much.

  I looked at Jace with pleading eyes since he was the only one left to give me any hope. Reed was like two seconds away from ripping some girl’s clothes off and screwing her here in front of the entire bar. I seriously doubted that would bother either of them in the slightest.

  “I had a few when we got here, but I’m sober.” Jace looked at me funny.

  Good enough. I tossed him the keys.

  “Where you going?” Trevelin asked, still staring lasers through me with a mix of emotions flickering through his cumbrous eyes, giving away that he’d had more than a few beers.

  “I don’t see where that is any of your business,” I replied through gritted teeth. I was mad. At him, at myself for letting him affect me, and whoever stained his face earlier in slut-face red. A tight grin tugged on his full lips, yet his eyes showed he was a little surprised by my less than pleasant tone. “I’m going home. And Addie is going home with some random guy that she probably won’t regret in the morning.”

  Jace turned his head like he was searching for her, but the giggling girl in his lap made it difficult for him to even move. “Don’t wreck the truck,” I said, pointing at him.


  “How are you getting home?” Trevelin questioned roughly, getting out of his seat. Standing on his feet, he wobble slightly as I watched, thinking how funny it would be to see the ass fall flat on his sexy as hell face.

  “Again, none of your business.”

  “How are you going to get home, Isabel?” He must be really drunk, or didn’t he get enough of the slut to satisfy his needs? Because that was the first time I’d heard him say my actual name. The undertone he used wasn’t the friendliest either, and I had to bite on my tongue to keep from walking up to him and clanking him in the head with one of these chairs. It would go down like WWE.

  But I stayed calm and said, “A friend.” Then quickly added, “And just so you know, your little tagalongs,” I pointed forcefully toward the almost naked hussy in Reed’s arms, “aren’t welcome in my house either. You’re lucky you even get to stay there.”

  Trevelin took a few powerful strides forward where he was now looming over me. “Someone’s got their candy-panties wound up too tight,” he said smugly, his face spreading into a shit eating grin that I really, really wanted to help him remove.

  “Bite me, you pompous ass.”

  He laughed, outwardly amused. “Don’t give me any ideas, Country.”

  “Not intending to, and you wouldn’t dare.”

  I regarded him with a steely stare as my anger built while his glazed eyes hungrily scanned over my body. “Oh, I would and I am more than certain you’d enjoy it. Every bit of it,” he ended with a smirk.

  “Come one step closer, and so help me, Hollywood, I will destroy your testicles for life.”

  Despite Reed looking like he was going to suffocate himself by way of climbing down the sleazy girl’s throat, he burst into laughter. “That’s what I’m talking ‘bout. A spittin’ hellcat. Your spicy mouth is fuckin’ hotter than shit, Kitten.” His compliment to me—I guess that’s what you’d call it—got me a grave stare from the whore in his arms.